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Be thou my advocate my Cause is just,
And raise me as in thee I put my trust,
Thou health wilt from the ungodly farr remove,
Who thy blest statutes will not seek to love,
But to the just who on they truth depend,
Thy word is firm thy mercys knows no end,
Then O thy wonted goodnefse Lord exprefse,
My dangers great let not thy care be lefse,
Great is the number, power, & rage of those,
Who my inveterate [illegible] my causelefse foes,
With deadly spight my ruin they designe,
Yet never will i from thy laws decline,
My grief, they rather then my anger cause,
Who injure me, nor keep thy sacred laws,
Nor unobserv'd shall I, o' Lord fulfill
With care & love thy precepts & thy will
O raise me from the dust of death again,
And shew the world thou art not serv'd in vain,
Thy word by which, this all from void arofe,
Which [Cad?] fair light its beauteous beams disclose,
Since the foundations of the world were laid. 
As firm as those & as unmov'd have stay'd,
And when thou shalt untune great natures Lyre,
And the strings snap i'th univerall Fire,
When this decriped frame this shatter'd all,
Must ride away in unknown spaces fall,
Not the least word of thine, but still stands sure,
And shall beyond the narrow bounds of age endure.

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Be thou my advocate my Cause is just, And raise me as in thee I put my trust, Thou health wilt from the ungodly farr remove, Who thy blest statutes will not seek to love, But to the just who on they truth depend, Thy word is firm thy mercys knows no end, Then O thy wonted goodnefse Lord exprefse, My dangers great let not thy care be lefse, Great is the number, power, & rage of those, Who my inveterate [illegible] my causelefse foes, With deadly spight my ruin they designe, Yet never will i from thy laws decline, My grief, they rather then my anger cause, Who injure me, nor keep thy sacred laws, Nor unobserv'd shall I, o' Lord fulfill With care & love thy precepts & thy will O raise me from the dust of death again, And shew the world thou art not serv'd in vain, Thy word by which, this all from void arofe, Which [Cad?] fair light its beauteous beams disclose, Since the foundations of the world were laid. As firm as those & as unmov'd have stay'd, And when thou shalt untune great natures Lyre, And the strings snap i'th univerall Fire, When this decriped frame this shatter'd all, Must ride away in unknown spaces fall, Not the least word of thine, but still stands sure, And shall beyond the narrow bounds of age endure.