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On her Hiijhands fafe Rct2tru. 39
Confufion feafes on my Soul, And I am fill'd with fhame.
��O thov that heareft Prayers, Lord, To Thee fhall come all fflefh;
Thou haft me heard and anfwered, My 'Plaints haue had accefle.
What did I afk for but thov gav'ft?
What could I more defire ? But Thankfullnes, even all my dayes,
I humbly this Require.
Thy mercyes. Lord, haue been fo great,
In nvmber nvmberles, Impoffible for to recovnt
Or any way exprefle.
O help thy Saints that fovght thy fface,
T' Return vnto thee Praife, And walk before thee as they ought.
In ftri6t and vpright wayes.
��This was the laft Thing written in that Book by my dear and hon'd Mother.
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