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Psal. 8. 4.
What is man that thou art mindful of him, or the Son of man that thou visitest him?
Lord, what is man that thou
So mindful art of him? Or what's the Son
Of man, that thou the highest heaven didst bow
And to his aide didst runne?
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies at the best.
So mindful art of him? Or what's the Son
Of man, that thou the highest heaven didst bow
And to his aide didst runne?
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies at the best.
Man's but a piece of clay
That's animated by thy heavenly breath,
And when that breath thou tak'st away,
Hee's clay again by death.
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies, at the best.
That's animated by thy heavenly breath,
And when that breath thou tak'st away,
Hee's clay again by death.
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies, at the best.
Baser then clay is he
For sin hath made him like the Beasts that perish,
Though next the Angels he was in degree:
Yet this beast thou dost cherish.
Hee is not worthy of the least.
Of all thy mercies, hee's a beast.
For sin hath made him like the Beasts that perish,
Though next the Angels he was in degree:
Yet this beast thou dost cherish.
Hee is not worthy of the least.
Of all thy mercies, hee's a beast.
Worse then a beast is Man,
Who after thine own Image made at first
Became the divels sonne by sin. And can
A thing be more accurst?
Yet thou thy greatest mercy hast
On this accursed creature cast.
Who after thine own Image made at first
Became the divels sonne by sin. And can
A thing be more accurst?
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On this accursed creature cast.
Thou didst thy self abase,
And put off all thy robes of Majesty,
Taking his nature to give him thy grace,
To save his life didst dye.
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies, one's a feast.
And put off all thy robes of Majesty,
Taking his nature to give him thy grace,
To save his life didst dye.
He is not worthy of the least
Of all thy mercies, one's a feast.
Lo man is made now even
With the blest Angels, yea superiour farre,
Since Christ sat down at Gods right hand in heaven,
And God and man one are.
Thus all thy mercies man inherits,
Though not the least of them he merits.
With the blest Angels, yea superiour farre,
Since Christ sat down at Gods right hand in heaven,
And God and man one are.
Thus all thy mercies man inherits,
Though not the least of them he merits.
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