The Young Mans Meditation or Some few Sacred Poems upon Select Subjects, and Scriptures. By Samuel Crossman |
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Upon the Fifth of November. |
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Upon the Fifth of November.
The Archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him. But his Bow abode in strength,
Gen. 49.23,24.
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The day allows thy praises Lord!Our grateful hearts to thee shall sing;
Our thankful lips they shall record
Thine ancient loves Eternal King!
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Our Land shall boast, the holy OneMy great preserver is become:
My Friend, my Foes hath overthrown,
And made the pit they digg'd their toome.
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With Parthian bows the Archers came,Romes poisonous oyl on the Arrows shone;
Thy Turtle was the Archers aime.
Shoot, shoot, saies Satan, all's our owne.
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Fond foolish Rome, how dar'st opposeWhom God in his safe bosome laies?
Thy malice may it self disclose;
But frustrate still shall turn to praise.
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The Crozier staff, thy Triple Crown,Those ensigns of deceit, and pride,
Thy Purple Robe, thy blaz'd Renown
The dust shall ever, ever hide.
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Thy Merchants shall thy fall lament;Thy Lovers all in sackcloath mourn:
While Heav'n, and Earth in one consent
Shall sing Amen, let Babylon burn.
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Then Lord! thy Spouse whose dropping eyes,Whose sighs, whose sufferings prove her thine;
Shall from her pensive sorrows rise,
And as the Lamb's fair Bride shall shine.
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Sweet day! sweet day when shall it be?Why staies my Lord? Dear Saviour come.
Thy mourning Spouse cries after thee,
Stay with me here, or take me home.
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