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The Leper cleans'd.
Hear, Lord, hear
The Rhet'rick of a tear:
Hear, hear my brest;
While I knock there, Lord take no rest.
The Rhet'rick of a tear:
Hear, hear my brest;
While I knock there, Lord take no rest.
Open! ah open wide,
Thou art the door, Lord, open; hide
My sin; a spear once entred at thy side.
Thou art the door, Lord, open; hide
My sin; a spear once entred at thy side.
See! ah see
A Na'mans leprosie!
Yet here appears
A cleansing Jordan in my tears.
A Na'mans leprosie!
Yet here appears
A cleansing Jordan in my tears.
Lord, let the faithless see
Miracles ceas'd, revive in me.
The Leper cleans'd, Blinde heal'd, Dead rais'd by thee.
Miracles ceas'd, revive in me.
The Leper cleans'd, Blinde heal'd, Dead rais'd by thee.
Whither? ah whither shall I fly,
To heav'n? my sins, ah sins there cry!
Yet mercy, Lord, O mercy! hear
Th' atoning incense of my prayer.
A broken heart thoul't not despise.
See! see a Contrites sacrifice!
Keep, keep, viols of wrath keep still:
I'le viols Lord of Odors fill:
O prayers, sighs, grones, and tears a shower;
This precious ointment forth i'le power:
I'le 'noint, wash, wipe, kisse, wash, wipe, weep;
My tears Lord in thy bottle keep.
Lest flames of lust, and fond desire,
Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire,
Which tears must quench, like Magdalene,
I'le wash thee Lord, till I be clean.
To heav'n? my sins, ah sins there cry!
Yet mercy, Lord, O mercy! hear
Th' atoning incense of my prayer.
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See! see a Contrites sacrifice!
Keep, keep, viols of wrath keep still:
I'le viols Lord of Odors fill:
O prayers, sighs, grones, and tears a shower;
This precious ointment forth i'le power:
I'le 'noint, wash, wipe, kisse, wash, wipe, weep;
My tears Lord in thy bottle keep.
Lest flames of lust, and fond desire,
Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire,
Which tears must quench, like Magdalene,
I'le wash thee Lord, till I be clean.
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