Pride will Fall,—but Grace to the Humble

This fall Fell Lucifer first tries,
Who endlong fell, never to rise
Woman the next; then man, and all;
Proud flesh from them have caught the fall.
From this foul falling sickness shall
The fall of one, recover all
Mankind, that medcin'd by his Spirit
His best of Graces shall inherit.
Whereby he still in it doth fall
Upon his humble servants all.
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