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In the Communion of Saints, Is Wisdom, Safety and Delight: And when my heart declines and faints, It's raised by their Heat and Light. Thy Spirit in them speaks and prays: Their speech is holy, clean and quick: Dead hearted fools talk but of toys: Their speech and mirth even makes me sick.

In the Communion of Saints, Is Wisdom, Safety and Delight: And when my heart declines and faints, It's raised by their Heat and Light. Thy Spirit in them speaks and prayes: Their speech is holy, clean and quick: Dead hearted fools talk but of toyes: Their speech and mirth even makes me sick.

2. Must Lies and slanders me defame? That Innocence may not be known? Must proud men's malice blot my Name, With Epithets that are their own? Thou justifiest when Men accuse, Thou'lt answer all the spite of tongues; And do them right whom men abuse, And plenteously repair their wrongs.

2. Must Lies and slanders me defame? That Innocence may not be known? Must proud men's malice blot my Name, With Epithets that are their own? Thou justifi'st when Men accuse, Thou'lt answer all the spite of tongues; And do them right whom men abuse, And plenteously repair their wrongs.

It's no great matter what Men deem, Whether they count me good or bad! In their applause and best esteem, There's no contentment to be had. I stand not to the Bar of Man; It's thy displeasure makes me sad: My thoughts and actions thou wilt scan: If thou approve me I am glad.