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REVISED SEQUENCE I. As due by many titles I resigne My self to thee 0 God; first I was made By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'de Thy bloud bought that the which before was thine. I am thy Sun, made with thy self to shine, 5 Thy seruant, whose paines thou hast still repaid Thy sheepe, thine Image, And till I betray'd My self a Temple of thy spiritt Divine. Why doth the Deuill then vsurpe in mee? Why doth hee steale, nay ravish that's thy right? 10 Except thou rise, and for thine owne worke fight Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see That thou lou'st Mankind well, yet wilt not chuse mee And Satan hates mee, yet is loath to loose mee. 2. Oh my black Soule, nowe thou art summoned By Sickness, Deaths Herald, and Champion, Thou'art like a Pilgrim which abroad had done Treason, and durst not turne, to whence hee is fled Or like a Theife which till Deathes doome bee read 5 Wisheth himself deliuered from prison, But damn'd, and hal'd to execution Wisheth that still hee might bee'imprisoned. Yet Grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack. But whoe shall giue thee that Grace to beginne? 10 Oh make thy self with holy mourning black And red with blushing as thou art with sinne Or wash thee in Christs bloud, which hath his might That being Red, it dyes red soules to white. 21 REVISED SEQUENCE 1. As due by many titles I resigne My self to thee {) God; first I was made By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'de Thy bloud bought that the which before was thine. I am thy Sun, made with thy self to shine, 5 Thy seruant, whose paines thou hast still repaid Thy sheepe, thine Image, And till I betray'd My self a Temple of thy spiritt Divine. Why doth the Deuill then vsurpe in mee? Why doth hee steale, nay ravish that's thy right? 10 Except thou rise, and for thine owne worke fight Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see That thou lou'st Mankind well, yet wilt not chuse mee And Satan hates mee, yet is loath to loose mee. 2. Oh my black Soule, nowe thou art summoned By Sickness, Deaths Herald, and Champion, Thou'art like a Pilgrim which abroad had done Treason, and durst not turne, to whence hee is fled Or like a Theife which till Deathes doome bee read 5 Wisheth himself deliuered from prison, But damn'd, and hal'd to execution Wisheth that still hee might bee'imprisoned. Yet Grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack. But whoe shall giue thee that Grace to beginne? 10 Oh make thy self with holy mourning black And red with blushing as thou art with sinne Or wash thee in Christs bloud, which hath his might That being Red, it dyes red soules to white. 21 ...

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