Toen smertte God in d'eeuwigheit,
Myn jammer boven maten,
Hy dagt aan zyn bermhertigheit,
En wild' my helpen laten;
Hy neigd' tot my zyn Vader-hert,
Het was Hem ernst om myne smert,
Zyn beste liet Hy 't kosten.
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