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" Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace
When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release
all my mourning then shall cease
then all my sorrow shall be turnd to Joy
& then thy mercyes onely shall my soul employ
Oh hear my god my saviour hear
& lett thy goodness towr'ds me soon appear
arm me wth heavn'ly temperd arms my Lord
Give for my buckler faith & for a sword thy word
Girt up my loins wth truth & on my breast
lett righteousness be plac't
thus thus I safely shall oppose
& safely triumph o're my foes
thus shall I break the force of hell & flee
With a glad heart to thee
to thee who (all my dangers past)
Wilt give thy self to me thy self & heav'n at last
theres the continuall treasury of bliss
the magazine of happiness
Pleasure there does never Cease
& in æternall Joy I shall remain
Where in æternall glory thou doest reign.
(p. 340, ll. 62-83)",2012-01-09 15:57:22 UTC,"""Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace / When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release / all my mourning then shall cease.""",2012-01-09 00:12:21 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19406,7150