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From the same.

Ah, my dear, angry Lord,

Since Thou dost love, yet strike,

Cast down, and yet Thy help afford,

Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise,

Bewail, and yet approve,

And all my mournful, joyful days

I will lament, and love.

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