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Thy foolish pride buried thy sting
In the profound and wide
Wound of our Saviour's side.
now thou art become a tame and hann-
A thing we dare not fear [less thing,
Since we hear
at our triumphant God to punish thee
the affront thou didst him on the tree,
th snatch'd the keys of hell out of thy hand
And made thee stand
oorsts at the gate of life thy mortal enemy.
Thou who art thy gate, command that he
May, when we die,
And thither flee,
us into the courts of heaven through thee.
Hallelujah.
ON JUDGEMENT.
Great Judge of all, how 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 the wine press of thy wrath shalt tread,
With feet of lead,
