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SOule, whom Hell did once inthrall,
He, He for thine offence,
Did suffer Death, who could not die at all.
O soveraigne Excellence,
O life of all that lives,
Eternall Bounty which each good thing gives,
How could Death mount so high?
No wit this Point can reach,
Faith only doth us teach,
He died for us at all who could not dye.