Lord thy word is our sure touchstone.
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O Lord thy word is our sure touchstone
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That leadeth mankynde, to hys salvation
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Vyce for to eshew, and all abhomination
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Ipocrysie, Idolatry, which is mans perdition
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O Lorde is not the merites of thy passion
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A sure seale of fre pardone, and remyssion
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That once was shed for mans redemption?
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Upon the crosse was offered, that high oblacion.
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O Lorde thou dyddest thy fathers wrath pacify
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Obedient thou wast unto a shamefull death
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For mans lyfe, thou suffredest patiently
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Thou yeldest the gost, as the scripture sayth
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And rose from death, to lyfe the thyrde daye
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And sittest in heaven, with great power & majestie
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Coequall with the father, thys is no naye
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Makyng intercession, for us synners perpetuallye.
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O Lorde how long shall we wepe and crye
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For fault of foode, to the soule spirituall
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Thy watchmen are dome, and lie in theyr stye
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That leadeth mankynde, to hys salvation
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Vyce for to eshewe, and all abhomination
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Ipocrysie, Idolatry, which is mans perdition
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O Lorde is not the merites of thy passion
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A sure seale of fre pardone, and remyssion
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That once was shed for mans redemption?
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Upon the crosse was offered, that high oblacion.
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O Lorde thou dyddest thy fathers wrath pacify
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Obedient thou wast unto a shamefull death
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For mans lyfe, thou suffredest patiently
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Thou yeldest the gost, as the scripture sayth
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And rose from death, to lyfe the thyrde daye
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And sittest in heaven, with great power & majestie
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Coequall with the father, thys is no naye
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Makyng intercession, for us synners perpetuallye.
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O Lorde howe long shall we wepe and crye
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For fault of foode, to the soule spirituall
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Thy watchmen are dome, and lie in theyr stye
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Their filthy livyng it so abhomynable
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To fede thy flocke, they take no care nor payne
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To teach or preach, thy fathful testament
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