Otia Sacra Optima Fides [by Mildmay Fane] |
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To Kisse Gods Rod; occasioned upon a Childs Sickness.
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To Kisse Gods Rod; occasioned upon a Childs Sickness.
What ever Gods Divine
Decree
Awardeth unto Mine
Or Mee,
Though't may seem ill,
With patience
I am resolv'd to undergo,
Nor to His purpose once say no,
But Moderate both Mind and Will:
And Conquering th' Rebellions of Sense,
Place all content in true Obedience.
Decree
Awardeth unto Mine
Or Mee,
Though't may seem ill,
With patience
I am resolv'd to undergo,
Nor to His purpose once say no,
But Moderate both Mind and Will:
And Conquering th' Rebellions of Sense,
Place all content in true Obedience.
Thus I create it good
When His
Correction's understood,
Which is,
Not to destroy,
But to reclaim,
And t'cause me turn a new-leaf ore,
Count all an Error-writ before,
So find the sting of Flattering Joy:
Making the scope of all My future aim,
To Reverence and Glorifie His Name.
When His
Correction's understood,
Which is,
Not to destroy,
But to reclaim,
And t'cause me turn a new-leaf ore,
Count all an Error-writ before,
So find the sting of Flattering Joy:
Making the scope of all My future aim,
To Reverence and Glorifie His Name.
Thus when our God will frown, if we weigh it
In Judgments Scales, we mak't a Benefit.
In Judgments Scales, we mak't a Benefit.
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