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... Death is to mee as Life ; So forcible within my heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne , My own in thee ... Death or aught then Death more dread Shall separate us , linkt in Love so deare , 970 To undergoe with mee one Guilt ...
... Death is to mee as Life ; So forcible within my heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne , My own in thee ... Death or aught then Death more dread Shall separate us , linkt in Love so deare , 970 To undergoe with mee one Guilt ...
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... death , and suffering death , The penaltie to thy transgression due , 385 390 395 And due to theirs which out of thine will grow : 400 So onely can high Justice rest appaid . The Law of God exact he shall fulfill Both by obedience and ...
... death , and suffering death , The penaltie to thy transgression due , 385 390 395 And due to theirs which out of thine will grow : 400 So onely can high Justice rest appaid . The Law of God exact he shall fulfill Both by obedience and ...
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John Milton. Thy ransom paid , which Man from death redeems , His death for Man , as many as offerd Life Neglect not , and the benefit imbrace By Faith not void of works : this God - like act Annulls thy doom , the death thou shouldst ...
John Milton. Thy ransom paid , which Man from death redeems , His death for Man , as many as offerd Life Neglect not , and the benefit imbrace By Faith not void of works : this God - like act Annulls thy doom , the death thou shouldst ...
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