Then Are All Dead Meditation on 2 Cor. Good, Good, Good, my Lord. What more Love yet. If one did dy for all, it needs must bee That all did dy in one, and from death free. Did smite thee down, for thine.
Thou art their head.
They di'de in thee. Their death did on thee light. Hence thine is mine, thy death my trespass clears. Deaths no such terrour on th'Saints blesst Coast. In one grim paw.