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19 have mercy upon me, O lord for I am in troble
mine eye is consumed with greaf, yea, my Soul and my
heart, for my life is spent with greaf, and my years,
With sighing: my strenght failith, because of my iniquity,
my bones are consumed,
I wept and lay O my Son Daniel my Son
my Son Daniel, would god I had died for the
O Daniel, my Son, my Son.
these are the words of David, and the words
of my heart
this morning I have been very feeble, but I am rather
better, prais the lord for all is loving kinkness to me,
we have thunder and lightning and heavy Show this afternoon
god thundereth marvellously with his voice: great things
doeth he, which we cannot comprehend
In the Eving a Dear Young Preast call to See his name Me, Daniel Ingall
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