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Sonnet. LIII.
[Didst thou redeeme my soule, my sole saluation?]
Didst
thou redeeme my soule, my sole saluation?
Oh with what raunsome (Lorde) didst thou redeeme it?
Eu'n of so precious worth did he esteeme it,
Because at our forefathers first creation,
Hee in his breast by sacred inspiration,
From his owne mouth (which did so well beseeme it)
Breathed a soule diuine, then let vs deeme it
A gracious, precious and deare immolation,
For him to saue our soules with his bloudshed,
For him to take mans nature, man to saue,
For him to be whip'd, nayl'd, torne, crucify'd,
For him to sweate in bloud, to lye in graue,
For him (most mighty) to lye downe beneath,
Where (for our life) he vanquish't hell and death.
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