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* O [most] mer∣ciful * 1.1 Father, whither shall I turn my self? who both [in my] going out and coming in have sinned against thee. I a Prodigal departed like the Prodigal into a far Countrie, and riotously wasted my substance which thou gavest me. There first of all I grew sensible that all I had was consumed, and my self not worthie of [any] better companie than the Swine; and yet neither that filthie life, nor the famine of thy Grace, did [so much as] make me think of returning to a better temper. But now at my re∣turn from this unhappie Journey, be∣hold, O Lord, thy Judgments over∣take me, a Fire catches hold of the roof under which I was; for God saw and delayed not long, but a fire was kindled in Jacob, and there came up heavie displeasure against Israel. My wickedness (no doubt) it was which threatned this conflagration to the Colledge and to my self: For whilst