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Upon a blessed shower from heaven after a drowth

When the eternall hand of love
Opens it self above
In any showre of temprall good
What should be understood
But scripture thence
Of true Obedience.
And that vild Clay
Should Powres Obey
And in a thankfullnes for what is guiven
Exalt the Doners prayse, look up to heaven.
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