The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Judgement

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¶ Judgement.

Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brookThy dreadfull look,Able a heart of iron to appall,When thou shalt callFor ev'ry mans peculiar book?
What others mean to do, I know not well;Yet I heare tell,That some will turn thee to some leaves thereinSo void of sinne,That they in merit shall excell.
But I resolve, when thou shalt call for mine,That to decline,And thrust a Testament into thy hand:Let that be scann'd.There thou shalt finde my faults are thine.

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