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15. Lord let me not my Covenant break: Once I did all to thee resign: Only the words of comfort speak, And tell my Soul that I am thine. It's no Death when Souls hence depart, If thou depart not from the Soul: Fill with thy Love my fainting heart, And I'll not fading flesh condole.

16. Health is but Sickness with thy frowns: Life with thy wrath is worse than Death: My comforts thy displeasure drowns, And into groans tunes all my breath. Where is that Faith, and Hope, and Love, By which thou markest all thy Saints? Thy Joys would all my griefs remove, And raise this heart that daily faints.

16. Health is but Sickness with thy frowns: Life with thy wrath is worse than Death: My comforts thy displeasure drowns, And into groans tunes all my breath. Where is that Faith, and Hope, and Love, By which thou markest all thy Saints? Thy Joyes would all my griefs remove, And raise this heart that daily faints.

17. Am I the Jonah? dost thou mean To cast me out into the deep? It shall not drown, but make me clean: Until thou raise me, there I'll sleep. O Death! where is thy poisonous sting? O Grave! where is thy Victory? Thy dust shall shortly rise, and sing God's Praise above the Starry Sky.

17. Am I the Jonas? dost thou mean To cast me out into the deep? It shall not drown, but make me clean: Until thou raise me, there I'll sleep. O Death! where is thy poisonous sting? O Grave! where is thy Victory? Thy dust shall shortly rise, and sing God's Praise above the Starry Sky.