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Hear me, O God! A broken Heart, Is my best part; Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein thy Love. If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left me free, I had forgot Myself and thee time. For sin's so sweet, As minds ill bent Rarely repent, Untill they meet Their punishment Who more can crave Than thou hast done, That gav'st a Son, To free a slave? First made naught With all since bought Above my loss As sure to win Under His cross.