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Prison-Pietie

or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London
 
 
 

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An Hymn.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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An Hymn.

By St. Ambrose and St. Augustine.

Our tongues, O God, thy praise record;
We thee confess our Soveraign Lord.
To thee, Eternal Father, all
Who dwell on Earth, do prostrate fall.
To thee the Angels at all hours;
To thee the Heavens and heav'nly powers;
To thee with voice incessantly
The Seraphins and Cherubs cry,
Thou Holy, Holy, Holy one
Of Sabbath, Lord and God alone:
Fill'd is the Earth, the Heavens, the Skie,
With glory of thy Majesty.
The bless'd Apostles glorious Quire,
The Prophets whom thou didst inspire,
And all the White-rob'd Martyrs sing
Eternal praise to thee their King.
The holy Church does loudly sound
Thy blessed Name throughout the round
Of the whole Earth, confessing thee
Father of boundless Majestie.
The same is dutifully done
To thy sole Venerable Son:
And to the Holy Ghost that arms
The Soul with consolating Charms.
Thou, Christ, hast Kingly Glories won,
Thy Father's dear Eternal Son.
Thou, man to free from endless pain,
A Virgins womb didst not disdain.
That death subduing, didst unlock
Heav'ns Realms unto thy faithful Flock.
On God's right hand thou sit'st as bright
As in thy Father's radiant light.

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Our Judge to come thou art esteem'd;
Thy servants therefore help, redeem'd
With thy most precious blood, and make
Us, with thy Saints, of Bliss partake.
Lord, save thy people in distress,
Thy Heritage vouchsafe to bless;
Rule and exalt them without end.
Our dayly blessings thee attend.
Thy glorious Name we magnifie
From age to age, eternally.
This day, sweet Lord, we now are in,
Preserve us from committing sin.
Have mercy on us, Lord, efface
Our sins with thy Cœlestial grace.
Let mercy on us, Lord, be seen
As in thy self our hopes have been.
Lord, I have fix'd my hopes on thee,
Then let me ne're confounded be.