The PraElice of Piety. The Theefe that hangeth with thee iukifieth thee ; that tho:, hail done nothingamiffe. What is the caufe then,ô Lord,ofthis. thy cruell ignominy, Paillon , and Death ? I, O Lord, I am thecaufe ofthefe thy furrows, my f nnes wrought thy fhame, mine iniquities are the occafäon of thy iniuries. I halte commit- ted the fault& thou art plagued for the offence: I am guilty, and thou art arraigned ; 1 commit- ted the fin, and thou fu`fereda the death I haue done the crirne,and thou hangeela on the Croire. Oh the deepeneïfe of Gods loue? Oh the wonderful) difpofirion of heauenly grase: Oh the vnmeafurable meafure of diuiue mercy I The wicked, tranfgreffeth,and the ïuf is p'u °- niíhed; the guilty is let efcape, &the innocent is arraigned; the malcfarfor is acquitted, and the harmle ,Te condemned : what, tige eusil /Wan deferued , the ood
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