Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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[Let me behold thy reconciled Face]
Let me behold thy reconciled Face,
Refresh my Soul with Influence of Grace;
Draw nigh dear Lord, vouchsafe a kind Embrace.
Let thy bless'd Mouth, comfort me while I live,
No angry Words, but peaceful Kisses give:
Bestow on me, O God, who seek thy Face,
Quickning, comforting, and confirming Grace.
I'm ignorant of all revealed Truth,
Till I receive my Knowledge from thy Mouth:
In vain, O Lord, thy pious Pastors preach,
(Man's Voice no further than the Ear doth reach)
Unless thy Spirit powerfully me teach.
The Shinings of thy Face is what I crave,
O come, let me a long Love Visit have:
O manifest thy self to me, sweet Lord,
Some signal Favours to my Soul afford.
Thy common Favours can't my Fears remove,
O give some special Tokens of thy Love.
Refresh my Soul with Influence of Grace;
Draw nigh dear Lord, vouchsafe a kind Embrace.
Let thy bless'd Mouth, comfort me while I live,
No angry Words, but peaceful Kisses give:
Bestow on me, O God, who seek thy Face,
Quickning, comforting, and confirming Grace.
I'm ignorant of all revealed Truth,
Till I receive my Knowledge from thy Mouth:
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(Man's Voice no further than the Ear doth reach)
Unless thy Spirit powerfully me teach.
The Shinings of thy Face is what I crave,
O come, let me a long Love Visit have:
O manifest thy self to me, sweet Lord,
Some signal Favours to my Soul afford.
Thy common Favours can't my Fears remove,
O give some special Tokens of thy Love.
See how the ravish'd Spouse her Lord admires,
'Tis Fellowship with Jesus she desires:
What ere we love, we long for to possess,
'Tis that will please the Soul, and nothing less.
Th'ambitious longs to propogate his Fame,
Courts vain Applause; and struggles for a Name.
The Worldling longs and toils for gilded Dust;
The Wanton longs to satisfie his Lust:
The Hypocrite seeks Gifts, the Saint seeks Grace;
Long for the Shinings of their Saviour's Face.
Mercies which evidence God's special Care,
Is still the Burthen of their fervent Prayer:
It is not Pomp and Riches they desire,
Not glittering Gold; but Grace do they require.
They scorn the Honours of this earthly Ball;
One Kiss from Christ's fair Mouth excels them all:
His Kisses makes the dying Sinner whole;
They're healing Balsoms to a wounded Soul.
Sav'd are all those, to whom a Kiss is given;
The Soul that's kiss'd on Earth is crown'd in Heaven.
Strangers to God, no manly Pleasures know;
But steep'd in dregy dull Delights below:
Ne'er taste Loves Streams, which from a Saviour flow.
What though the Glutton furnish out a Feast,
With ev'ry Creature which was Noah's Guest;
And let it be with richest Wine enjoy'd,
The Pleasures gone assoon's the Stomach's cloy'd.
To Saints alone a real Feast is giv'n,
Who's Sins are pardon'd by the God of Heav'n:
Who's Souls disdain the Earth and soar above,
Who's Hearts are fill'd, and fir'd with divine Love.
Christ doth comfort Believers with a Kiss;
Souls out of Christ are unacquaint with this:
Christ's Pardon's often sealed with a Kiss,
The certain Pledge of everlasting Bliss.
And when assur'd, they're pardon'd all their Sins,
The Law Works past, and Gospel Peace begins;
They enjoy the Shinings of a Saviour's Face,
And feel the bless'd Effects and Riches of his Grace.
Yes, holy Souls, acquaint with Christ can tell,
His Kiss is sweet, his Love doth Wine excel.
'Tis Fellowship with Jesus she desires:
What ere we love, we long for to possess,
'Tis that will please the Soul, and nothing less.
Th'ambitious longs to propogate his Fame,
Courts vain Applause; and struggles for a Name.
The Worldling longs and toils for gilded Dust;
The Wanton longs to satisfie his Lust:
The Hypocrite seeks Gifts, the Saint seeks Grace;
Long for the Shinings of their Saviour's Face.
Mercies which evidence God's special Care,
Is still the Burthen of their fervent Prayer:
It is not Pomp and Riches they desire,
Not glittering Gold; but Grace do they require.
They scorn the Honours of this earthly Ball;
One Kiss from Christ's fair Mouth excels them all:
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They're healing Balsoms to a wounded Soul.
Sav'd are all those, to whom a Kiss is given;
The Soul that's kiss'd on Earth is crown'd in Heaven.
Strangers to God, no manly Pleasures know;
But steep'd in dregy dull Delights below:
Ne'er taste Loves Streams, which from a Saviour flow.
What though the Glutton furnish out a Feast,
With ev'ry Creature which was Noah's Guest;
And let it be with richest Wine enjoy'd,
The Pleasures gone assoon's the Stomach's cloy'd.
To Saints alone a real Feast is giv'n,
Who's Sins are pardon'd by the God of Heav'n:
Who's Souls disdain the Earth and soar above,
Who's Hearts are fill'd, and fir'd with divine Love.
Christ doth comfort Believers with a Kiss;
Souls out of Christ are unacquaint with this:
Christ's Pardon's often sealed with a Kiss,
The certain Pledge of everlasting Bliss.
And when assur'd, they're pardon'd all their Sins,
The Law Works past, and Gospel Peace begins;
They enjoy the Shinings of a Saviour's Face,
And feel the bless'd Effects and Riches of his Grace.
Yes, holy Souls, acquaint with Christ can tell,
His Kiss is sweet, his Love doth Wine excel.
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