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Sonnet. LXV.
[O mercy, mercy, which much greater is]
O mercy, mercy, which much greater is
Then heauens themselues! Oh truth, Oh sincere truth,
Which to the cloudes extendeth and insueth!
Of iustice which doth neuer iudge amisse!
Oh age of ages, euermore in youth!
Oh Iudge whose righteous punishment is ruth!
Which sinners worthlesse dost with bountie blisse?
Oh where shall I finde to my spirite voice?
Where to my voice sufficient choyce of words?
To shew how much my spirite doth reioyce
In those large blessings, which thy grace affords?
My spirite first will faile with feeble voice:
Oh my Lord God lende spirit, life and breath,
That I may praise thy name to conquer death.
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