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6 Before the Pope they brought her, in hopes of her return. And there she was condemned in horrid flames to burn. Before the place of torment they brought her speedily, With lifted hands to heaven she then agreed to die.
7 There being many ladies assembled at the place,
She raised her eyes to heaven and begg'd supplying grace. "Weep not, ye tender ladies, shed not a tear for me— While my poor body's burning, my soul the Lord shall see.
8 "Yourselves you need to pity, and Zion's deep decay; Dear ladies, turn to Jesus, no longer make delay."
In comes her raving mother, her daughter to behold, And in her hand she brought her pictures deck?d with gold.
9 "Oh, take from me these idols, remove them from my sight; Restore to me my Bible, wherein I take delight.
Alas, my aged mother, why on my ruin bent? 'Twas you that did betray me, but I am innocent.
10 "Tormentors, use your pleasure, and do as you think best— I hope my blessed Jesus will take my soul to rest."
Soon as these words were spoken, up steps the man of death, And kindled up the fire to stop her mortal breath.
11 Instead of golden bracelets, with chains they bound her fast; She cried, "My God give power, now must I die at last? With Jesus and his angels forever I shall dwell.
God pardon priest and people, and so I bid farewell." |
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