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Thy place is biggyd above the sterrys cleer,
Noon erthely paleys wrouhte in so statly wyse,
Com on my freend, my brothir moost enteer,
For the I offryd my blood in sacrifise

The quality of mercy is not strain'd
It droppeth as the gentle rain from
Upon the place beneath
It is twice blest:

Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give,
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live

God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead
If God was not full of mercy,
Mercy would have been in the world,
Not just in Him