THere is no Job but cries to God and hopes,
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And God his ear in Christ; to cries he opes,
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Out of the deeps to him I cryd and hopd,
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And unto me his gracious ear is opd:
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Doubt not of this ye that my death bewail,
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What if it did so strangely me assail:
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What if I was so soon in Waters drownd,
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And when I cryd to men, no help I found:
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There was a God in Heaven that heard my cry;
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And lookt upon me with a gracious eye:
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He that did pity Joseph in his grief,
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Sent from above unto my soul relief:
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He sent his Angels who did it conveigh
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Into his Bosom, where poor Lazrus lay:
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Let none presume to censure my estate,
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As Job his Friends did stumble at his Fate.
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All things on Earth do fall alike to all,
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To good Disciples, which on God that call;
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To those that do Blaspheme his Holy Name,
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And unto those that reverence the same:
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He that from nature drew me unto Grace,
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And lookd upon me with a Fathers face:
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When in my blood upheld me to the last,
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And now I do of joyes eternal tast.
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Remember how Jobs precious children Dyd,
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As also what the Prophet did betide: Jonah
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What was the end of good Josiahs life,
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And how it fared with Ezekiels Wife:
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Remember what a Death it was that Christ
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(Suffered for me) the Darling of the highest;
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His Death of Deaths hath quite removd the sting,
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No matter how or where the Lord doth bring
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Us to our end, in Christ who live and die
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And sure to live with Christ eternally.
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