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Christo Salvatori O thou that on the crosse for me hast died Heare now and send mee not awaye denyed See, I am gone a straye, and am at losse When I should follow thee & beare the crosse My sinnes, when they should strike, stroake wth yr handes [in margin flagellu] Their libertye is worse, then whipps or bonds Ffor from thy pathes they turne my erring ffeet And make me quit thy yoake thy burden sweet Insteed whereof even myne owne flesh begins [in margin onus] To over load my soule, prest downe my sinnes, On wch my ghostlye enemye hath hurled