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The Reprisal

From the same.

Well have I weigh’d it, Lord, and find

Thy mighty Passion mocks my skill:

Though I die for Thee, I’m behind;

My sins deserve the death to feel.

O were I innocent, that I

Might bring Thee offerings pure and free!

Still my attempt Thy wounds defy,

For they require me dead for Thee.

Yet will I share the conquest too:

Though I can do against Thee nought,

In Thee, O Lord, I will subdue

The man that once against Thee fought!

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