is fs econti $att of 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, Is