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The poems and verse-translations of the Right Rev. Jeremy Taylor

For the first time collected and edited after the author's own text: With introduction. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart [in Miscellanies of The Fuller Worthies' Library]
Taylor, Jeremy (1613-1667)
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II. Festival Hymns.
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HYMNS CELEBRATING THE MYSTERIES AND CHIEF FESTIVALS OF THE YEAR, ACCORDING TO THE MANNER OF THE ANCIENT CHURCH: FITTED TO THE FANCY AND DEVOTION OF THE YOUNGER AND PIOUS PERSONS, Apt for memory, and to be joyned to their other PRAYERS.
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Hymns for Advent, or the weeks immediately before the Birth of our blessed Saviour.
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The Second Hymn for Advent; or Christ's coming to Jerusalem in Triumph.
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Hymns for Christmas-day.
  
A Hymn upon St John's day.
  
Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents.
  
Upon the Epiphany, and the Three Wise Men of the East coming to Worship Jesus.
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A Meditation of the Four last things Death, Judgment, Heaven, Hell For the time of Lent especially.
  
On the Conversion of St. Paul.
  
On the Purification of the blessed Virgin.
  
On Good-Friday.
  
On the Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin.
  
Easter Day.
  
On the day of Ascension.
  
On the Feast of Pentecost, or Whitsunday.
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Penitentiall Hymns.
  
A prayer for Charity.
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III. Job's Curse.
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IV. Verse-portraits of the Four Evangelists;
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V. Aurea Grana.

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[When Lord, O when shall we]

When Lord, O when shall we
Our dear salvation see?
Arise, arise,
Our fainting eyes
Have long'd all night; and 'twas a long one too.
Man never yet could say
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He saw more then one day,
One day of Eden's seven:
The guilty hours there blasted with the breath
Of Sin and Death,
Have ever since worn a nocturnal hue.
But Thou hast given us hopes that we
At length another day shall see,
Wherein each vile neglected place,
Gilt with the aspect of Thy face,
Shall be like that, the porch and gate of Heaven.
How long, dear God, how long!
See how the nations throng:
All humane kinde
Knit and combin'd
Into one body, look for Thee their Head.
Pity our multitude;
Lord we are vile and rude,
Headless and sensless without Thee,
Of all things but the want of Thy blest face;
O haste apace!
And Thy bright Self to this our body wed,
That through the influx of Thy power,
Each part that er'st confusion wore
May put on order, and appear
Spruce as the childhood of the year,
When Thou to it shalt so united be.
Amen.
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