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We eare not. Lord, intreat;
We’re condemn’d already there
Mercy, vouch safe our look
Of life, Lord, we can read thy saving Jesus here,
And in his name our own salvation see,
Lord set us free:
The book of sin
Is cross’d within,
Our debts are paid thee.

Of Heaven.

O beauties God! uncircumscrib’d treasure
Of an eternal pleasure!
Thy throne is seated far,
Above the highest star;
Where thou prepar’d a glorious place
Within the brigntness of thy face.
For every spirit
To inherit.
That builds his hopes on thy merit.
And loves thee with an holy charity,
What ravish,d heart seraphic tongue or
Clear as the morrinng’s rise, [eyes,
Can speak or think or see.
That bright eternity.
Where the great king’s transparent throne

Is of an entire jasper stone;