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Preparation to the H. Communion.
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Farewell Beloved Sins: I must be gone:Nay, hold! I must!
Ah! how I Sigh, and Sob, and moane,
To leave each Lust!
I must not Live so Loose, as heretofore:
My Father Sayes that I shall Play no more.
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He that made Wine, and Corne, would have us DineVVith Him to day:
VVhere we shall See our Soul's SUN shine;
And hear Him Say,
Here take my Flesh and Blood; come Drink and Eate:
To get You BREAD what Drops once did I Sweate?
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But, oh Dear JESU, All my Raiment's torn,I dare not Come:
My Feet I have defil'd this Morn;
They'l Foul thy Roome.
But Thee, LORD, I'le put on: So Thou shalt be
The Wedding-Garment, Bridegroome, Feast to Me.
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