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1 Cor. 15. 19.
If in this life only we have hopes in Christ, then were wee of all men most miserable.
I were of things the worst
And most accurst
If in this life my happiness did end,
Beasts and Birds me exceed
In strength in speed,
The Divels me in knowledg far transcend.
And most accurst
If in this life my happiness did end,
Beasts and Birds me exceed
In strength in speed,
The Divels me in knowledg far transcend.
The wicked in sports swim
Up to the brim,
The Epicure abounds in carnal pleasure;
Th' ambitious man is crown'd
With Honours round;
The Covetous augments his daily Treasure.
Up to the brim,
The Epicure abounds in carnal pleasure;
Th' ambitious man is crown'd
With Honours round;
The Covetous augments his daily Treasure.
My conscience will not let
Me Riches get
As others do, by rapine and deceit;
Such wayes it checks me in
Saying 'tis sin,
And warnes me of the hook under the bait.
Me Riches get
As others do, by rapine and deceit;
Such wayes it checks me in
Saying 'tis sin,
And warnes me of the hook under the bait.
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As sparks do upwards fly
Even so am I
To troubles born; at every turn we meet:
Reproach and ignomy
My Honours be;
My wealth serves but to buy a winding sheet.
Even so am I
To troubles born; at every turn we meet:
Reproach and ignomy
My Honours be;
My wealth serves but to buy a winding sheet.
Yet courage take my soul,
Let faith controul
Thy reason; let it fix thy thoughts elsewhere;
These worldly things ne're can
Make happy man;
Thy happinesse comes from a higher sphere,
Let faith controul
Thy reason; let it fix thy thoughts elsewhere;
These worldly things ne're can
Make happy man;
Thy happinesse comes from a higher sphere,
With holy Job then know,
Though thou art low,
Thy head's as high as heaven; there lives he
Who thy Redeemer is,
And that thy bliss
In seeing him with these same eyes shal be.
Though thou art low,
Thy head's as high as heaven; there lives he
Who thy Redeemer is,
And that thy bliss
In seeing him with these same eyes shal be.
Worldly delights be gone,
In him alone
All wealth, all honor, and all pleasure lies:
No sorrowes then shall rest
Within my brest,
His hand shal wipe all tears from my sad eys.
In him alone
All wealth, all honor, and all pleasure lies:
No sorrowes then shall rest
Within my brest,
His hand shal wipe all tears from my sad eys.
His hand my head shall raise,
And crown with joyes,
Such joies no eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
No tongue of men can tell,
Nor Angels well,
Only to feel them shall be my reward.
And crown with joyes,
Such joies no eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
No tongue of men can tell,
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Only to feel them shall be my reward.
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