Leabhar na nornaightheadh ccomhchoitchionn, agas ...

always abouáding in the work
of the ' Lord, forafrauch as ye
know that your labour is not
in vain in the Lord.
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ifkcTJ thty come to the Gnve^ wlik
the Corps is mis ready to bt laid
into the eiftb^ tks Triefi fball fiy,
(Y the Pyieft or Chrks jljaiifirig^
MAn
that is born of a wo-
man, hath but a fliort
time to live, and is full of miie-
ry. He cometh up, and is cut
down liice a flower ; he fleeth
as it were a fliadow, and never
|«:ontinueth in one ftay.
In the midft of life we are in
death: of whom may we feel?
for fuccour, but of thee, O Lord,
who for our fins art juftly dlC-
pleaitd ?
Yet, O Lord God moft hoi V,
O Lord mcft mighty, O hcly
and moft merciful Saviour, de-
liver us not into the bitter pains
of eternal death.
Thou knoweft, Lord, the fecets
of our hearts *, fliut noc
thy merciful ears to our pray-
ers j but ipare us, Lord moft holy,
O God moft mighty, O
holy and merciful Saviour, thou
moft worthy Judge eternal, (uf-
fer us not at our laft hour for
any pains of death to fall from
thee.
Í lien vclile the exrth JhéU bs csft
upon tks bniy /^y fome (ianihe by.
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Prkft Jhallf.y^
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