Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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The Soul's Soliloquy. |
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The Soul's Soliloquy.
Come, Holy Ghost, our Souls inheritWith Beams of thy Cœlestial Spirit:
Inflame our Hearts, we thee desire,
With Sparks from thy Cœlestial Fire.
Thou the anoynting Spirit art,
Who dost thy Seven-fold gifts impart:
Thy holy Unction from above,
Is Comfort, Life, and Fire of Love.
Enable with perpetual Light
The dulness of our blinded Sight:
Cherish and cleer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy Grace.
Keep far our Foes, give Peace at home;
Where thou art Guard no ill can come:
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And thee of both to be but one.
That through the Ages all-along,
This may be our endless Song:
Praise to the Almighty merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
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