SONG LXIII.
S. Stephens Day.
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Sing this as the 4. Song.
[1]
Lord, with what zeale did thy first Martyr breath
Thy blessed truth to such as him withstood!
With what stout mind embraced he his death!
A holy witnesse sealing with his blood!
The praise is thine, that him so strong did'st make
And blest is he, that died for thy sake,
2
Vnquenched loue in him appear'd to be,
When for his murth'rous Foes he did entreat:
A piercing eie, made bright by Faith had he;
For he beheld thee in thy Glorie set;
And so vnmoou'd his patience he did keepe,
Hee di'de, as if he had but falne asleepe.
3
Our luke-warme hearts with his hot Zealt enflame,
So Constant, and so Louing let vs be;
So let vs liuing glorifie thy Name;
So let vs dying fixe our Eies on Thee:
And when the sleepe of death shall vs o'retake,
With him to Life eternall vs awake.
