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Meditation.
1
My God came downe in thunder once, but thenThe sonnes of men
Affrighted at the dreadfull cracke,
Sounded, sell backe,
Desiring not his presence so agen.
2
My God came downe in whirlewinds too, and flame,But his great Name,
So blazon'd, did astonish more
Than heretofore,
When pointed thunder his loud Herrald came.
3
My God came downe in flesh and blood, and thenThe Sonnes of men,
To such familiar mercy call,
Their spleene and gall
To properate his hast to heaven agen.
4
My God comes daily downe, in bread and wine,A feast divine:
They cannot come;
Exclude them then, sayes God, they are not mine.
5
My God comes downe in each repentant teareWhich my sad feare,
Of his displeasure, and my sinne exhales
'Tis that which bales
My soule, for all the good shee's in arreare.
6
Come to mee still, my God, or else let mee;So thou assist my footsteps, goe to thee.
I know the way, for if to thee I come,
Thou art as well the voyage as the home.
If thou to mee, my soule no passage feares:
My thunder whirlewinde, flesh, or feast, or teares.
T. B.
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