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 |
The Beatitudes. |
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The Beatitudes.
Bless'd are the poor, that is, the meek in spirit;
For they the Heav'n, God's Kingdom shall inherit.
For they the Heav'n, God's Kingdom shall inherit.
Blessed are they that mourn away their years;
God hears their sighs, hath bottles for their tears.
God hears their sighs, hath bottles for their tears.
Blessed are they that thirst for Righteousness;
They shall be fill'd more than we can express.
They shall be fill'd more than we can express.
Bless'd are the tender, merciful of minde;
They that in mercy give, shall mercy finde.
They that in mercy give, shall mercy finde.
Bless'd are the pure of heart; their Sanctitie
Shall lead them to the Holy Deitie.
Shall lead them to the Holy Deitie.
Bless'd are peace-makers; they shall make abode,
As Children with their Father and their God.
As Children with their Father and their God.
Blessed are they that suffer in a cause
That's just; their suffering is their applause.
That's just; their suffering is their applause.
Blessed are they that persecuted are,
And when Revilers do no venom spare.
When Disconcent sets all things out of frame,
Patience is Physick; Prophets us'd the same.
And when Revilers do no venom spare.
When Disconcent sets all things out of frame,
Patience is Physick; Prophets us'd the same.
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