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13 [?] Sorrow like mine, my Sins deserve thy
jugments, the pains and [?] and dissfactions,
which are felt on earth, are the result of having
turned aside from the right way, man, by
Wandering, has foreaken the fountain of living
Waters, he has overlooked angels food, and
feedeth on ashes, of course, his immortal
Spirit must feel itself in want,
friends are cut down by our side, to admonish us
of our own approach change, and bid us seek
a part in that world were they neve die,
Smitten friends
are angels, [?] on errands full of love
for u they languish, and for us they die
and shall they languish. shall they die in vain,