| Make
me, O Lord, thy Spinning Wheele compleat; |
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| Thy
Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee. |
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| Make
mine Affections Thy Swift Flyers neat, |
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| And
make my Soule Thy holy Spoole to be. |
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| My
conversation make to be Thy Reel, |
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| And
reel the yarn thereon spun of Thy Wheele. |
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| Make
me Thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine: |
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| And
make Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills: |
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| Then
weave the Web Thyself. The yarn is fine. |
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| Thine
Ordinances make my Fulling Mills. |
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| Then
dye the same in Heavenly Colours Choice, |
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| All
pinkt with Varnished Flowers of Paradise. |
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| Then
clothe therewith mine Understanding, Will, |
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| Affections,
Judgment, Conscience, Memory, |
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| My
Words, and Actions, that their shine may fill |
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| My
wayes with glory and Thee glorify. |
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| Then
mine apparell shall display before Ye |
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| That
I am Clothed in Holy robes for glory.
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