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alfo For that she had prevailed with this poor Maid >
fall in love with her own Salvation. So they went < i
together, and Mercy began to weep. Then faid Ch¬
ilian#, Wherefore weepeth my Sifter fo ?
Mer. Alas l faidjhe, who can but lament, that JhaU h
rightly conjider what a State and Condit, t
Mercy grieves my poor Relations are int that yet remci
for her Carnal in our Jinful Town: And that which mar
Relations. uty Grief the more, is, becauje thy has
no InJlruUiun, nor any to tell them when r
to come. ' . » t a
Chrift. Bowels become Pilgrims : And thou doit
thv Friends, as my good Chrijlian did for me when e
^ left me; he mourned for that I wovl
ChriftianaV not heed nor regard him, but his L< 1
Prayers were and ours did gather up his Tears, a 1
anfwered for put them intohis Bottle, and now bd
his Relations, I and thou, and thefe my fweet Bat f
after he was are reaping the Fruit and Benefit i
Tad them. I hope, Mercy, that thefe Te j
of thine will not be loft, for the Trul
hath faid, That they that few in Tears, JhaU reap in
and Singing, M'd he that goeth forth and weepeth, be '■
ing precious Seed, {hall dcubtlefs come ag ?
Ffai.126,5,6. with rejoicing, bringing his Sheaves s j,
him.
Then faid Mercy,
let the mod Blejfed be my Guide,
Jf it be his blejfed Will;
Unto his Gate, into his Fold, s
Up to his Holy Hill,
And let him never fujfer me
To fwerve or turn ajide
Fr om his Fret-Grace, and Holy Ways,
Whate'er JhaU me betide.
And let him gather them of mine,
That I'have left behind ;
Lord, make them pray they may be thine,
With all their Heart and Mind,
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