. Emblemes . ll ;But idly ffeepes anmoovd, and ftandeth vainly ftill. Great God, it is thy work : and therefore, Good ; If thou be pleasd to clcanfe it with thy Blood 5And winde it up with thy foule-mooving kaycsyHer bufie wheeles (hall ferve thee all her dayes ; I Het Hand (hall point thy powr jher Hammer fluke thy p dok£ EMBLEMED srj Sermii in Cant, tet us run : let m run% but in the^ favour oftby Oyntments^ notthe confidence of our merits , nor in. the great neffe of ourrength : »r truft to run, but in the multitude mercies,joi»ough t»e run and are witlings it u not in him th
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