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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On Christ's Triumph to Jerusalem. |
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On Christ's Triumph to Jerusalem.
Behold, we stay;Lord, come away:
Thy Road is ready, and thy Paths made strait,
With languishing expect and wait
The Consecration of thy beauteous feet.
Ride on triumphantly; see, Lord, we lay
Our carnal lusts and wills all in thy way.
Hosanna! welcome to our hearts: Lo here
Thou hast a Temple too, and full as dear
As that of Sion; but more full of sin,
Nothing but Thieves and Robbers dwell therein.
Then enter, Lord, chase them, and cleanse the floore;
Crucifie all, that they may never more
Profane that holy place
Where thou hast chose to set thy face:
And if our stubborn tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of thy Deitie,
The stones from out the Temple-wall
Shall cry aloud and call,
Hosanna! And thy glorious foot-steps greet.
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