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That our triumphant Ciod to punish thee
For the affront thou didst him on the tree,
Hath snatch'd tiie keys of hell out of thy
Hand and made thee stand,
A porteratth’ gate of life thy mortal enemy.
On the Day of Judgement.
Great judge of all who we vile wretches
Our guilty bones do ake, [quake.
Our marrow freezes when we think
Of the consuming fire
Of thine ire'
And horrid phials thou shalt make
The wicked drink,
Thou wine-press of thy wrath shall tread,
With feet of lead.
Sinful rebellious clay! what unknown place
Shall hide it from thy face.
When earth shall vanish from thy sight?
The heavensthat never err'd.
But observed [flight.
Thy laws, shall from thy presence take their
And kill’d with glory their bright eyes stark
Start from their head: [dead
Lord how shall we.
Thy enemies, endure to see
So bright, so killing majesty?
