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'Tis he who pays our Hospitalian scores, He's here to search, supple, and bind up Sores; He is our Plaster-maker, he applies Them to our Wounds, He wipes our wetted Eyes. ⟨p. 15⟩'Tis he that gives us cups of Consolation, 'Tis he renews the hopes of our Salvation. He'll take our parts, oft times to us unknown, And make as if our failings were his own; He'll plead with God, his Name and doings too, And save us will, from those would us undo.¹

'Tis he who pays our Hospitalian scores, He's here to search, supple, and bind up Sores; He is our Plaister-maker, he applyes Them to our Wounds, He wipes our wetted Eyes. ⟨p. 15⟩'Tis he that gives us cups of Consolation, 'Tis he renews the hopes of our Salvation. He'll take our parts, oft times to us unknown, And make as if our failings were his own; He'll plead with God, his Name and doings too, Anp save us will, from those would us undo.¹

1. 1Luke 10.33.34.35. Mat. 8 17. Luk. 22.31.32.

His Name is as an Ointment poured forth; 'Tis sweet from East to West, from South to North. He's White and Ruddy; yea of all the chief; His golden Head is rich beyond belief. His Eyes are like the Doves which Waters wet, Well washed with Milk, and also fitly set, His Cheeks as beds of Spices, and sweet flowers He used to water with those crystal showers, Which often flowed from his cloudy Eyes Better by far then what comes from the Skies. His Lips like Lilies, drop sweet-smelling-Myrrh, Scenting as do those of the Comforter. His Hands are as Gold Rings set with the Beryls; By them we are delivered out of Perils; His Legs like Marble, stand in Boots of Gold, His Countenance is excellent to behold.