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It most amazeth me to think, Thou barest the repute of Sin! The bitter Cup which thou didst drink, Had nothing bitterer therein. ⟨p. 54⟩The Sun did well to hide his face, When Sin did Righteousness eclipse: And the most Just is with disgrace A Sinner judged by sinners lips.

It most amazeth me to think, Thou barest the repute of Sin! The bitter Cup which thou didst drink, Had nothing bitterer therein. ⟨p. 54⟩The Sun did well to hide his face, When Sin did Righteousness eclipse: And the most Just is with disgrace A Sinner judg'd by sinners lips.

Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others choose the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.

Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others chuse the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.

4. Must I be driven from my Books? From House, and Goods, and dearest Friends? One of thy sweet and gracious looks, For more than this will make amends. The World's thy Book: There I can read, Thy Power, Wisdom, and thy Love: And thence ascend by Faith, and feed Upon the better things above.