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7. Must I feel Sicknesses and smart, And spend my days and nights in pain? Yet if thy Love refresh my heart, I need not overmuch complain. This Flesh hath drawn my Soul to sin; If it must smart, Thy Will be done! O fill me with thy Joys within, And then I'll let it grieve alone.

7. Must I feel Sicknesses and smart, And spend my daies and nights in pain? Yet if thy Love refresh my heart, I need not overmuch complain. This Flesh hath drawn my Soul to sin; If it must smart, Thy Will be done! O fill me with thy Joyes within, And then I'll let it grieve alone.

Then to its sufferings I'll consent To be avenged on my Foe, That pain may help me to repent, And sin may be consumed by woe. Pain will be short; Joys will be long. Yet, Lord, remember man is weak! Drop in thy Cordials: make me strong, Lest heart and hope, with Flesh should break.

Then to its sufferings I'll consent To be avenged on my Foe, That pain may help me to repent, And sin may be consum'd by woe. Pain will be short; Joyes will be long. Yet, Lord, remember man is weak! Drop in thy Cordials: make me strong, Lest heart and hope, with Flesh should break.

8. I know my Flesh must turn to dust, My parted Soul must come to thee, And undergo thy Judgment just, And in the endless world must be. ⟨p. 58⟩In this there's most of Fear and Joy, Because there's most of Sin and Grace, Sin will this mortal frame destroy, But Christ will bring me to thy face.