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Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,
And spinning fancies, she was heard to say |
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Lord, I confess my sin is great;
Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat |
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Having been tenant long to a rich lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, |
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Saviour, If Thy Precious Love |
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Saviour, if thy precious love
Could be merited by mine, |
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