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Twas the trumpe of death that blew
Twas the trumpe of death that blew
my houre is come falle worlde adeioe
my houre is come falle worlde adeiue
Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe
Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe
That I to death untimely goe &
That I to death untimely goe &
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Hell and hellfire is my due
Hell and hellfire is my due
O but deere shrift I humby sue
O but deere shrift I humby sue
Thy Blood may wash my red soule rot
Thy Blood may wash my red soule n[?]
mercy and Judgement's thy delight.
mercy and Judgement's thy delight.


At which mercy gate I knocke
At which mercy gate I knocke
Set sobes and sighes the same unlock
Get sobes and sighes the same unlock
prostrate I fall & begg for grace
Prostrate I fall & begg for grace
O doe not turne awaye thy face
O doe not turne awaye thy face
My crying smmes beate at they throne
My crying sinnes beate at they throne
Once bore the seauen's look downe upo
Once bowe the Seauen's look donne upo
A wretch more outhonne with greif
A wretch more outhonne with greif
That beggs for mercye not for life
That beggs for mercye not for life


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Revision as of 07:24, 6 July 2017

William Strachie

Twas the trumpe of death that blew my houre is come falle worlde adeiue Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe That I to death untimely goe & ffor Death's the punnishmet of sinne And of all creatures I have binne The most ingratefull wicked one That ere the heavens did shine upon

I have sin'd against Earth & heaven early by daye late in the even All manner sinnes all manner wayes I have comitted in my dayes xx Hell and hellfire is my due O but deere shrift I humby sue Thy Blood may wash my red soule n[?] mercy and Judgement's thy delight.

At which mercy gate I knocke Get sobes and sighes the same unlock Prostrate I fall & begg for grace O doe not turne awaye thy face My crying sinnes beate at they throne Once bowe the Seauen's look donne upo A wretch more outhonne with greif That beggs for mercye not for life

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