Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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A HOLY PREPARATION to a ioifull Resurrection. |
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A HOLY PREPARATION to a ioifull Resurrection.
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Deare, deare Soule, Awake, awake.Ah! What Answer wilt thou make,
When Christ in Glorie shall appeare?
When He comes to take Account
Of thy Sinnes that hourely mount,
By acting, or neglecting heere.
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Of that irefull Day to come(That red, dreadfull Day of Doome)
Th'affrighting Terrour to preuent,
Bleeding Teares let heart distill;
Right reforme thy crooked will;
And speedily Repent, Repent.
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That, That dreaded Day of Ire,Shall dissolue the World in Fire;
As holy Prophets haue foretold.
O! What horrour will be then,
When the Lord shall come agen,
Our deeds of Darknes to vnfold!
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Shrillest Trumpest thundring soundThrough Earth's entrails shall rebound,
To summon all before the Throne.
Nature, Death, shall stand amaz'd,
VVhen the Dead (aliue) be raiz'd,
To heare their Iudgement, euery one.
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Open shall the Bookes be laid,Wherein what we haue mis-said,
Mis-done, mis-deem'd, is registred.
So that, when the Iudge is set,
Closest Crimes (conceal'd as yet)
Reueal'd, shall all be punished.
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Then (Alas!) what shall I say?To what Patron should I pray,
Sith the Iustest are not cleare?
King, of awfull Maiestie,
Health of All that hope on thee,
My sauing Health as then appeare.
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Iesv, Lord, my Sute attend:Oppose thee to th'accusing Fiend;
Remembring, once thou cam'st for me,
Weary seeking wilfull Losse;
Mockt, torne, tortur'd on the Crosse.
In vaine these Suffrings may not be.
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O! Iust Iudge of each Condition,Gratious grant me free Remission:
Let not my Workes receiue their Meed.
Sighing, I lament my Sin:
Teares without, and Feares within.
Break not, deare God, this bruized Reed.
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Marie's Sin Thou didst remitt:Thiefe on Crosse Thou didst acquitt.
Like Hope in mee thou dost inspire.
For this glorious Grace of Thine,
(For no worth or worke of mine)
Lord saue me from th'infernall Fire.
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Point my place, among the Sheepe:Sundred from the Goats me keepe;
Disposing me, on thy Right-side:
That (the Cursed being cast
Into Flames that euer last)
I with the Blessed may abide,
(Freed of Feare, Griefe, sin-full Folly)
Loud-singing Holy, Holy, Holy. Amen.
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