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Poems on Several Occasions

With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition
  

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Paraphrase on the Nicene Creed.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Paraphrase on the Nicene Creed.

In thee, great God! my Soul securely rests;
This Faith my Heart receives, my Mouth attests.
In thee! bless'd Father! the superior Cause
Whence ev'n Existence its Existence draws;

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Of all that in the Sphere of Matter rolls,
Of Minds celestial, and unbody'd Souls.
In thee! by Nature Two, in Person One,
Anointed Saviour! his coæval Son:
Unmade, begot from that eternal Source;
E're Time or Matter roll'd their destin'd Course;
As Light by Light diffus'd expands its Flame,
The Ray distinct, the Substance still the same.
Unmade, begot, the Verity that flow'd
From Verity primæval, God of God!
One in his great Existence, at whose Call
Emerg'd the starry Heav'ns and earthly Ball.
For us didst thou descend, and deign below
To suffer, and relieve thy Creature's Woe.
Thou! whom, o'er-shaded by th' Almighty Pow'r
Of the bless'd Spirit, thy Virgin Mother bore
Inviolate: Our earthly Mold was thine;
The human Nature veiling the Divine.
Thou, doom'd by Pilate to a servile Death,
Didst on the Cross resign thy weary Breath:
The peaceful Tomb, that universal Rest
Of Nature's Toil, receiv'd its sacred Guest;
Till the third destin'd Morning, which of old
In holy Song prophetic Seers foretold.
With her from silent Shades didst Thou arise;
Again didst Thou ascend thy native Skies;
The great Assessor of thy Father's Throne,
Upon his nobler Hand, propitious Son!
Thou with refulgent Majesty shall come,
When trembling Mortals wait their final Doom:

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All who in Life shall meet the dreadful Hour:
All whom the vanquish'd Realms of Death restore
To thy Award. Thenceforth shalt Thou retain
The Sceptre of thy ever-during Reign.
In Thee! the Third of that eternal Trine:
The vital Spirit! Paraclete divine!
Who from the mighty Father and the Son
Proceed'st; with Both ador'd in Glory One.
By Thee inspir'd the antient Prophets taught
Diviner Truths, transcending human Thought.
One Church I own, by Christ's first Legates built:
One sacred Font to purify from Guilt:
That Time I wait when Death shall Life restore;
That Life when Time and Death shall be no more.