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Chapter 17 No.17

Mig Wanded gick til T?nder,

Aff Sorrig wringtis H?nder,

Ieg snobblet, dog ey falt;

Thi Herren war min St?tte,

Min Foed selff monne fl?tte,

Loff w?re dig, o m?ctig Alt!

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