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E. B. Reed, 
A Songe of Prayse 
Earth prayse the Lord him Reverence beare 
As well for’s Thunders that we heare 
At w poore Mortals stand affraid 
As four the glotious Maruels which 
Such Splendors doth the world inrich 
They are the workes his hands hath made 
His Prouidential loue lets singe 
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That w a plentious flowinge springe 
Our barren soules hee watered 
The East the West tast of his Care 
Hott Affrick nor the freezinge Beare 
From his al seeinge eye is hidd 
And wast nott he He who did please 
W'" seueral kinds to store the Seas 
Of Fish beyond account Nay more 
Made Woods & Hills that Cataile yeilds 
Gaue flowry Pasturs verdent feilds 
That bringe both Corne & wine great store 
But how doe we his mercy wronge 
He sees wee still in Sin grow stronge 
And day by day his patience moue 
Yet as a Father ready is 
To pardon faults he sees in his 
Such are the tokens of his loue 
In vs Affections oh tis strange 
W" our light humor suddaine Change 
As in a moment they grew old 
They wtt the Wind are easely driuen 
But his is alweyes firme & euen 
And to Eternity doe hold 
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