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〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou Lord who by thy wise Decree, Dost our contingency dispose; Make me thy constant mercies see, In the advantage of my foes. Thou canst their Counsells turn away, And their de╌vi╌ces ru╌i╌nate: Who all my secrets
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou Lord who by thy wise Decree, Dost our contingency dispose; Make me thy constant mercies see, In the advantage of my foes. Thou canst their Counsells turn away, And their de╌vi╌ces ru╌i╌nate: Who all my secrets
〈♫〉〈♫〉 open lay, To worke me in my peoples hate. To thy Omniscience I repair, Witnesse with my integrity, How false the wrested Comments are, Which they to what I write apply. The ill, directed by their aim To me, so turn up∣on their head, That they may be involv'd in shame, And with confusion overspread.