Godvruchtig saad, bemint den Heere,
Die trouwe zielen hoedt,
En leeddoen 't hoog gemoed
Seer ruim vergeldt, tot syner eere.
Gy die hem wacht met smarten,
Zyt sterk, en vast van harten.
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