Schola Cordis or the Heart of it Selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 Emblems [by Christopher Harvey] |
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The inflaming of the Heart.
My heart was hot within me: while I was musing the fire burned.
Psal. 39. 3.
Epigr. 36.
Spare not, my love, to kindle, and enflameMine heart within throughout, untill the same
Breake forth, and burne: that so, thy Salamander,
Mine heart may never from thy furnace wander.
Ode. 36.
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Welcome, holy, heavenly fire,Kindled by immortall love:
Which descending from above,
Makes all earthly thoughts retire,
And give place
To that grace,
Which with gentle violence
Conquers all corrupt affections,
Rebell Natures insurrections,
Bidding them be packing hence.
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Lord, thy fire doth heat within,Warmeth not without alone;
Though it be an heart of stone,
Of it self congeal'd in sinne,
Hard as steel,
If it feel
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Soft as waxe, and quickly takes
Any print thy Spirit make,
Paying what thou sai'st it oweth.
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Of it self mine heart is dark,But thy fire by shining bright,
Fills it full of saving light
Though't be but a little spark
Lent by thee,
I shall see
More by it, then all the light,
Which in fullest measures streames
From corrupted Natures beames,
Can discover to my sight.
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Though mine heart be ice, and snow,To the things which thou hast chosen,
All benum'd with cold, and frozen,
Yet thy fire will make it glow.
Though it burnes,
When it turnes
Tow'rds the things which thou do'st hate:
Yet thy blessed warmth, no doubt,
Will that wild-fire soone draw out,
And the heat thereof abate.
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Lord, thy fire is active, usingAlwayes either to ascend
To its native heav'n, or lend
Heat to others: and diffusing
Of its store
Gathers more,
Never ceasing till it make
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To see others come with thronging
Of thy goodnesse to partake.
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Lord, then let thy fire enflameMy cold heart so thoroughly,
That the heat may never die,
But continue still the same:
That I may
Ev'ry day
More, and more, consuming sinne,
Kindling others, and attending
All occasions of ascending,
Heaven upon earth begin.
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