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Bought with thine own most precious blood.
Let me alone, none of my blood,
Was ever shed for such as thee,
It was my mercy patience good.
Which from damnation set them free.
It is confest thou hast been just,
Altho' thou had condemned me;
But O! thy mercies still do last,
Το save the soul that trust in thee:
Let me not then condemned be.
Most humbly Lord, I thee request,
Of sinners all none, like me,
So much the more thy praise shall last,
Thy praising me is profite,
My saints shall praise me evermore:
In sinners I have no delight,
Such sacrifice I do abhor.
Then she unto the Lord did say,
At footstool of thy grace I'll lie;
Sweet Lord my God say me not nay,
For if I perish here I'll die,
Poor silly wretch then speak no more,
Thy faith poor soul thath saved thee;
Enter thou into my glory,
And rest through all eternity.
How soon our Saviour these words said,
A long white robe to her was given;
And then the angels did her lead
