| A Thanksgiving for Our Being |
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| The Sinner Desireth to Have the Bent of His Will, Made Appliable to Gods |
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| And sith twixt you is such proximitie |
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| A Meditation Gratulatory for Our Redemption |
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| The Sinner Inveighes Against His Fleshes Frailtie, Desiring God to Strengthen It with His Pow'r, and Grave |
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| My Soule, sad Soule, now sommon al thy Powres |
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| Well, now, these women, that were fled him fro |
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| A Thanksgiving for Our Vocation |
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| The Sinner Recounting His Manifold Transgressions, and Finding Himselfe Thereby in Danger of Perdition, Desireth Grace |
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| O Thou great Kindler of Divine desire |
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