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Poem	See sinfull soul thy Saviours suffering see, His Blessed hands and feet fix't fast to tree: Observe what Rivulets of blood stream forth His painful pierced side, each drop more worth Than tongue of men and Angels can express: Hast to him, cursed Caitiffe, and confess All thy misdeeds, and sighing say, 'Twas I That caus'd thee thus, my Lord, my Christ, to dye. O let thy Death secure my soul from fears, And I will wash thy wounds with brinish tears: Grant me, sweet Jesu, from thy pretious store One cleansing drop, with grace to sin no more.
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