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While us thou callest -- heathen vile -- a reprobated race - And might not God, if then, wouldst pray -- give us, too, saving grace? 1X. If worldly good thou canst not spare at least withold not this -- If then out right -- thou bearest for us. The key to Heavenly bliss -- And covetous of words of prayer, those with not- canst unclear -- Wherever then, though bows't the knee. I plead for mine & me. X. Else own thou thinkest not thy hope to be preferred to mine. And all, thy claim to greater light, or when love resign -- For deeds or love. Thy gospel saith. should thy memorial be -- Because thou dids't it unto these. Thou didst it unto me --