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9. Folly dwelt in my childish breast; Sin robbed me of my youthful days: Let not thy wrath cut off the rest, And stifle thine intended praise. ⟨p. 78⟩Whilst I forgot thee, thou didst bear: Thy kindness did invite me home: O rack me not with grief and fear! Kill me not Lord, now I am come.

9. Folly dwelt in my childish breast; Sin rob'd me of my youthful daies: Let not thy wrath cut off the rest, And stifle thine intended praise. ⟨p. 78⟩Whilst I forgot thee, thou didst bear: Thy kindness did invite me home: O rack me not with grief and fear! Kill me not Lord, now I am come.

10. The silent Dust speaks not thy fame: Nor in dark Graves art thou renowned: The living Saints declare thy Name, And in thy Church thy Praises sound. Yet let me with thy household dwell; Though I be numbered with thy Poor: And with thy Saints thy Wonders tell, Although I sit behind thy door.

10. The silent Dust speaks not thy fame: Nor in dark Graves art thou renown'd: The living Saints declare thy Name, And in thy Church thy Praises sound. Yet let me with thy houshold dwell; Though I be numbred with thy Poor: And with thy Saints thy Wonders tell, Although I sit behind thy door.

11. Set not thy strength against frail man: O turn not yet this flesh to Clay! My life, thou knowest, is but a span, If I should see the longest day. Break me not all to pieces Lord; Or else, let each piece have a tongue, To cry, till thou relief afford; But not to say, Thou dost me wrong.