That wee may change to evennesse
This intermitting aguish Pietie;
That snatching cramps of wickednesse 210
And Apoplexies of fast sin, may die;
That musique of thy promises,
Not threats in Thunder may
Awaken us to our just offices;
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That we may heare, Lord heare us, when wee pray.