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true Helpman of our Joy in the Choir. In his 8. Yearly
Service among the Boys, he was as <sic>Liturgio</sic>  <corr>Liturgie</corr> as he was
<sic>allert</sic>  <corr>alert</corr> & his blessed Memory will <sic>allways</sic>  <corr>always</corr> remain among
them. Since 1. Year past he got a Attack of a <sic>Plethorick</sic> <corr>Plethoric</corr> <unclear>Spitting</unclear>
& by that means his <sic>Strenght</sic>  <corr>Strength</corr> decreaseth by & by consideribly.
The <date>Month of March</date> he became Choir-<sic>Disceiple</sic>  <corr>Disciple</corr> the first Time,
about that he expressd himself in the following Verses:
                  x        x        x
<unclear>Zous s<hi rend="superscript">ed</hi>.</unclear> Ach du allerbestes, treustes Herze!
                       Was, wie, und wo fang ich an,
                       Du Herr, kennest allen meinen Schmerze
                       Weist, dass ich nach dir mein Mann
                       doch von ganzen Herzen thränend girre
                       Sühl ich dich nicht bin ich in der Irre!
                       Ach blick freundlich auf mich her
                       das erquickt mich u. nichts mehr.
                              x       x      x
                       Ich bin <sic>freylich</sic>  <corr>freilich</corr> noch nicht im <sic>Geschike</sic>  <corr>Geschicke</corr>
                       das weist du mein
<sic>Heyland</sic>  <corr>Heiland</corr> gut
                       Bleib im lieben auch gar sehr <sic>zur</sic><sic>üke</sic>  <corr>zurücke</corr>
                       doch dein theures Gottes Blut Blut
                       Macht mein Herz bald wieder nach dir brennen,
                       dass so oft ich dich nur h
öre nennen
                       S
ället alles andre hin was nicht war nach deinen Sinn.
                             x        x       x
                        Romm du treue <unclear>treue</unclear> Mutter der Erl
östen
                         Was im schwachen Muthe ligt,
                         Mit dem Marter-Bilde Jesu trösten
                         Dass das ganz mein Herz besiegt;
                       Denn du weist ja ich bin <hi rend="underline">seine</hi> Made
                         S
ühl auch manchen selgen Blick der Gnade
                      Bin mit Jesu Blut besprengt, u. die Lippen angesengt.

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