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Carmen Eucharisticon:
A PRIVATE THANK-OBLATION, Exhibited to the Glory of THE LORD OF HOSTS, FOR The timely and wonderfull Deliverance, vouchsafed to this Nation, in the routing of a numerous Army of Irish Rebells before Dublin, by the Sword of his valiant Servant, MICHAEL JONES, Lievtenant-Generall for the Parliament of England.
Composed by Geo. Wither Esquire, August 29. 1649.
The longest-lasting Sacrifice
Is that, which most neglected lies.
Sweet Incense into nothing fumes;
The Fat of Beasts away consumes;
A Song, which doth God's Works commend,
Continues longer; yet, hath end:
But perfect-love is an Oblation,
Which hath no finall consumation.
Is that, which most neglected lies.
Sweet Incense into nothing fumes;
The Fat of Beasts away consumes;
A Song, which doth God's Works commend,
Continues longer; yet, hath end:
But perfect-love is an Oblation,
Which hath no finall consumation.
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Publike-Duties
being done,
By my self, Ile now alone,
Consummate a Private-one.
Therefore, O my Soul! awake;
And, let both, with heart and tongue,
Such a Song of Praise be sung,
That, thereby, both old and young,
Of God's mercies heed may take.
By my self, Ile now alone,
Consummate a Private-one.
Therefore, O my Soul! awake;
And, let both, with heart and tongue,
Such a Song of Praise be sung,
That, thereby, both old and young,
Of God's mercies heed may take.
For, such Trophies (though now waved)
Moses, Deborah, and David,
When they from their foes were saved,
Did, with good acceptance, raise:
And (though other Thank-Oblations
Perish'd, with their Generations)
God is, yet, throughout all Nations,
Honor'd by their Songs of Praise.
Moses, Deborah, and David,
When they from their foes were saved,
Did, with good acceptance, raise:
And (though other Thank-Oblations
Perish'd, with their Generations)
God is, yet, throughout all Nations,
Honor'd by their Songs of Praise.
We, to thee, O Lord! have praid,
Thanks returned, sung, and said,
And, our common-duty paid,
As we could perform the same:
That, which we have seen, and heard,
Of thy mercifull regard,
Hath been openly declar'd,
To the glory of thy Name.
Thanks returned, sung, and said,
And, our common-duty paid,
As we could perform the same:
That, which we have seen, and heard,
Of thy mercifull regard,
Hath been openly declar'd,
To the glory of thy Name.
But, O God! we may as well
Close the Seas up, in a shell,
As inabled be to tell
Thy Compassions large extent;
Or, to make full illustration
Of thy favours to this Nation,
In our frequent preservation
From the furious Foes intent.
Close the Seas up, in a shell,
As inabled be to tell
Thy Compassions large extent;
Or, to make full illustration
Of thy favours to this Nation,
In our frequent preservation
From the furious Foes intent.
For, that single-mercy, Lord,
Which this Day we do record,
Many mercies doth afford,
More then all men can perceive.
That Deliverance, made way
For another joyfull-day,
And that, peradventure, may
Bring to passe, what we would have.
Which this Day we do record,
Many mercies doth afford,
More then all men can perceive.
That Deliverance, made way
For another joyfull-day,
And that, peradventure, may
Bring to passe, what we would have.
With vain Moab, did conspire
Ammon, Amalek, and Tyre,
Threatning, like consuming fire,
To destroy thy chosen Flock;
And, in hope, their will to do,
They have hired Balaam too,
With false Prophets many moe,
To advance a stumbling-block.
Ammon, Amalek, and Tyre,
Threatning, like consuming fire,
To destroy thy chosen Flock;
And, in hope, their will to do,
They have hired Balaam too,
With false Prophets many moe,
To advance a stumbling-block.
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Of their vaine presumings proud,
They like Thunder from a cloud,
Did begin to roar aloud
In deluded peoples ears;
And their empty vanities,
Blushlesse brags, and shamelesse lies,
Fill'd the hearts of men unwise,
With false hopes, and causelesse fears.
They like Thunder from a cloud,
Did begin to roar aloud
In deluded peoples ears;
And their empty vanities,
Blushlesse brags, and shamelesse lies,
Fill'd the hearts of men unwise,
With false hopes, and causelesse fears.
The fool'd Welsh, the faithlesse Scot,
And our English mis-begot,
Joyning in an Irish plot,
Sought to root us from the Land:
They with Sulphur, Sword, and Flame,
Round about our dwellings came,
And, had brought us all to shame,
Had not, God, stretch'd forth his hand.
And our English mis-begot,
Joyning in an Irish plot,
Sought to root us from the Land:
They with Sulphur, Sword, and Flame,
Round about our dwellings came,
And, had brought us all to shame,
Had not, God, stretch'd forth his hand.
But, he, thereof notice took;
And, as Sisera he strook,
With his Host, by Kishon-brook;
So, he smote them in their pride:
And, the same successe they had
Which befell to Benhadad,
When, the like account he made,
That, the spoile he should divide.
And, as Sisera he strook,
With his Host, by Kishon-brook;
So, he smote them in their pride:
And, the same successe they had
Which befell to Benhadad,
When, the like account he made,
That, the spoile he should divide.
For, whilst Ormond, and while Taaff,
In their Tents, did game, and quaff,
(At our sad condition laugh)
And, of Captives predispos'd;
Then, that Arm, which they despis'd,
Suddenly, their Camp surpriz'd;
And, the snares, which they devis'd
For our feet, their owne inclos'd.
In their Tents, did game, and quaff,
(At our sad condition laugh)
And, of Captives predispos'd;
Then, that Arm, which they despis'd,
Suddenly, their Camp surpriz'd;
And, the snares, which they devis'd
For our feet, their owne inclos'd.
Mich'el, and his Angells, there
Threw their Dragon-Cavaliere,
With his Angells, from our Sphere,
In confusion, to their owne;
Where, unable to repent,
They despairingly lament,
And blaspheme with discontent,
Him, that hath such mercy showne.
Threw their Dragon-Cavaliere,
With his Angells, from our Sphere,
In confusion, to their owne;
Where, unable to repent,
They despairingly lament,
And blaspheme with discontent,
Him, that hath such mercy showne.
For, though (blinded in their sin)
Outwardly, they jeer and grin;
Hellish horrors lurk within,
Filling their faint hearts with fears:
Their chief refuge, is a lie;
And, which way soe're they fly,
Guilt pursues them with a cry,
Which the God of Justice hears.
Outwardly, they jeer and grin;
Hellish horrors lurk within,
Filling their faint hearts with fears:
Their chief refuge, is a lie;
And, which way soe're they fly,
Guilt pursues them with a cry,
Which the God of Justice hears.
Their accusing conscience, feels
Vengeance following them at heels,
And, her dreadfull Charet wheels
Threatning, what to them is due:
Yet, infernall indignation,
Stirs them up to vindication,
Height'ned by a desperation
Of those ends, which they pursue.
Vengeance following them at heels,
And, her dreadfull Charet wheels
Threatning, what to them is due:
Yet, infernall indignation,
Stirs them up to vindication,
Height'ned by a desperation
Of those ends, which they pursue.
And, that made them take the field,
(Trusting in their sword and shield)
When their conscience bid them yeeld:
But, they soon did back retire,
And, to fly away began,
As when the Philistins ran,
From the sword of Jonathan,
And, but one sleight armed Squire.
(Trusting in their sword and shield)
When their conscience bid them yeeld:
But, they soon did back retire,
And, to fly away began,
As when the Philistins ran,
From the sword of Jonathan,
And, but one sleight armed Squire.
Never was there such a day
Seen till then at Ballacleagh,
Since the Liffy wash'd her Kea,
And, there, first, the Sea-Nimphs met:
For, God's arm, did there, and then,
Give us Limster back agen,
When it was nigh lost; and, when,
Hope, was with despairs beset.
Seen till then at Ballacleagh,
Since the Liffy wash'd her Kea,
And, there, first, the Sea-Nimphs met:
For, God's arm, did there, and then,
Give us Limster back agen,
When it was nigh lost; and, when,
Hope, was with despairs beset.
Yet, as if that daies successe,
Had too little been, unlesse
He consider'd our distresse,
In our London-Derry friends;
Or, lest els, blind ignorance
Might judge, that an act of chance,
He, our free deliverance,
Into Ulster, too, extends.
Had too little been, unlesse
He consider'd our distresse,
In our London-Derry friends;
Or, lest els, blind ignorance
Might judge, that an act of chance,
He, our free deliverance,
Into Ulster, too, extends.
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And, by that redoubled blow,
Gave another overthrow;
For, Designements one or two,
By that means dissolved be:
Which hath so inraged them,
That, they raile, revile, blaspheme,
And their own beleefe condemn,
For believing what they see.
Gave another overthrow;
For, Designements one or two,
By that means dissolved be:
Which hath so inraged them,
That, they raile, revile, blaspheme,
And their own beleefe condemn,
For believing what they see.
Oh! what pen, or tongue is there
Fully able to declare,
What, to us, GOD'S Mercies were
Since our Champion he hath been?
Nay, who can half that recite,
VVhich for us, in open sight,
He hath done since Nasby-Fight,
Where, he, first, was plainly seen?
Fully able to declare,
What, to us, GOD'S Mercies were
Since our Champion he hath been?
Nay, who can half that recite,
VVhich for us, in open sight,
He hath done since Nasby-Fight,
Where, he, first, was plainly seen?
He hath magnifi'd his worth
In most glorious marchings forth,
From the South, unto the North,
And, through all our British-Coasts;
England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
Towns, and Fields, and Hills, and Dales,
Sea, and Land, him, justly calls
The Victorious Lord of Hoasts.
In most glorious marchings forth,
From the South, unto the North,
And, through all our British-Coasts;
England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
Towns, and Fields, and Hills, and Dales,
Sea, and Land, him, justly calls
The Victorious Lord of Hoasts.
Frequently, our eyes behold,
Mercies, great and manifold,
Such, as were in times of old,
By his Chosen Flock enjoy'd:
Such, as were vouchsafed, when
Hundreds, chased were by ten;
Thousands, by a hundred men,
And great Hoasts, by few destroy'd.
Mercies, great and manifold,
Such, as were in times of old,
By his Chosen Flock enjoy'd:
Such, as were vouchsafed, when
Hundreds, chased were by ten;
Thousands, by a hundred men,
And great Hoasts, by few destroy'd.
VVe have seen God marching, so,
VVith our Friends, against our Foe,
As he did, long time ago,
VVhen his Isr'el were opprest:
And, securing us from feare;
VVhen our hopes at lowest were;
VVhen despis'd, we did appeare,
And our perill most increast.
VVith our Friends, against our Foe,
As he did, long time ago,
VVhen his Isr'el were opprest:
And, securing us from feare;
VVhen our hopes at lowest were;
VVhen despis'd, we did appeare,
And our perill most increast.
VVhen all seem'd at once on fire;
VVhen our Brethren did conspire,
VVith our Foes, to blow that higher,
VVhich did flame too high, before;
VVhen within their hearts they said,
We so deep, our Plots have laid,
That divine, with humane aid,
Shall prevent them, now no more.
VVhen our Brethren did conspire,
VVith our Foes, to blow that higher,
VVhich did flame too high, before;
VVhen within their hearts they said,
We so deep, our Plots have laid,
That divine, with humane aid,
Shall prevent them, now no more.
Yea, when said it was by some,
What is of their God become,
Who, they dream'd, should save them from
What our Counsell hath decreed?
Then, did God, himself, arise;
Then, his Arme, in glorious wise,
Saves us from our Enemies,
In the times of greatest need.
What is of their God become,
Who, they dream'd, should save them from
What our Counsell hath decreed?
Then, did God, himself, arise;
Then, his Arme, in glorious wise,
Saves us from our Enemies,
In the times of greatest need.
And not only from their power,
(Arm'd, and gaping to devoure,)
Hath he kept this Land of our,
But, he more then this hath done;
Them, who to inslave us thought,
And, our causlesse ruine sought,
Underneath our feet he brought,
That they might be trod upon.
(Arm'd, and gaping to devoure,)
Hath he kept this Land of our,
But, he more then this hath done;
Them, who to inslave us thought,
And, our causlesse ruine sought,
Underneath our feet he brought,
That they might be trod upon.
Nay, we have, yet more to say:
Though our Foes, lie night and day,
In our bosomes, to betray;
And, disguised are like Friends;
God, hath still prevented so,
VVhat their malice prompts them to,
That, themselves, they still undo;
But, accomplish not their ends.
Though our Foes, lie night and day,
In our bosomes, to betray;
And, disguised are like Friends;
God, hath still prevented so,
VVhat their malice prompts them to,
That, themselves, they still undo;
But, accomplish not their ends.
VVe have seen God, in our daies,
VValking on, in all those waies,
VVhich (to his eternall praise)
VVere in former Ages, trod:
In our joyes, and when we weep,
In our wakings, in our sleep,
On the Heights, and in the Deep,
VVe have seen thy steps O God!
VValking on, in all those waies,
VVhich (to his eternall praise)
VVere in former Ages, trod:
In our joyes, and when we weep,
In our wakings, in our sleep,
On the Heights, and in the Deep,
VVe have seen thy steps O God!
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We have seen, here, where we dwell,
Works of thine, which parallel
All that ancient-stories tell
Touching either Foes, or Friends.
Yea, if all Records were lost,
We by that, which now thou dost,
Might collect what do we must,
And, what each mans way attends.
Works of thine, which parallel
All that ancient-stories tell
Touching either Foes, or Friends.
Yea, if all Records were lost,
We by that, which now thou dost,
Might collect what do we must,
And, what each mans way attends.
We have seen (and see we shall)
What to Pharoah did befall,
And ordained is for all
VVho shall obstinate remain:
VVe have seen, that upon such,
Plagues, or Mercies work not much,
And, that these two often touch
On some, softned hearts, in vain.
What to Pharoah did befall,
And ordained is for all
VVho shall obstinate remain:
VVe have seen, that upon such,
Plagues, or Mercies work not much,
And, that these two often touch
On some, softned hearts, in vain.
VVe have known men, once or twice,
VVarned; yea, afflicted thrice;
Yet, habituated Vice,
In her posture doth abide:
And, her Lovers, without stop,
Prosecute their fruitlesse hope,
Though their Partners daily drop,
Down to hell, on ev'ry side.
VVarned; yea, afflicted thrice;
Yet, habituated Vice,
In her posture doth abide:
And, her Lovers, without stop,
Prosecute their fruitlesse hope,
Though their Partners daily drop,
Down to hell, on ev'ry side.
We have seen the pride of Kings,
With those much desired things,
Whence their vain ambition springs,
Scorn'd, despis'd, and set at nought.
VVe, their silk, their pearls, their gold,
And their precious Jemms, behold
Scattred, pawned, bought and sold;
And to shame, their glory brought.
With those much desired things,
Whence their vain ambition springs,
Scorn'd, despis'd, and set at nought.
VVe, their silk, their pearls, their gold,
And their precious Jemms, behold
Scattred, pawned, bought and sold;
And to shame, their glory brought.
VVe have seen fair seeming Starrs,
Thither tumbled from high Sphears,
VVhere their vanity appears;
And that wisemen may dispense
VVith deluding Sophistries,
To promote, what they devise,
Till they put their trust in lies,
Through a reprobated sense.
Thither tumbled from high Sphears,
VVhere their vanity appears;
And that wisemen may dispense
VVith deluding Sophistries,
To promote, what they devise,
Till they put their trust in lies,
Through a reprobated sense.
VVe have seen, when God, once, makes
Search for Blood, what hills he shakes;
VVhat high Cedars, down he breaks;
And what portion he prepares
For Apostates, Balaamites,
For blood-thirsty Canaanites,
And self-seeking Hypocrites,
VVhen their sin at full appears.
Search for Blood, what hills he shakes;
VVhat high Cedars, down he breaks;
And what portion he prepares
For Apostates, Balaamites,
For blood-thirsty Canaanites,
And self-seeking Hypocrites,
VVhen their sin at full appears.
All these things, and many moe
Such as these, we see and know:
Oh! that we could mind them too!
And our lives thereby amend:
For his Mercy shown of late,
(And which we commemorate,
By Commandment from the State)
Was vouchsafed to that end.
Such as these, we see and know:
Oh! that we could mind them too!
And our lives thereby amend:
For his Mercy shown of late,
(And which we commemorate,
By Commandment from the State)
Was vouchsafed to that end.
Let us therefore not suppose,
'Tis enough to do like those,
VVho make only Verball showes
Of the duties in command;
For, unlesse, in deeds, as well
As in words, our thanks we tell,
As unthankfully we deal,
As if we had curst, and ban'd.
'Tis enough to do like those,
VVho make only Verball showes
Of the duties in command;
For, unlesse, in deeds, as well
As in words, our thanks we tell,
As unthankfully we deal,
As if we had curst, and ban'd.
Yea, although our Temples ring
Of Gods praise; though loud we sing,
And all those Thank-offrings bring,
VVhich the Formalist oblates;
Yet, if we perform no more,
He our presents doth abhor,
As the hiring of a whore,
And our vain Lip-service hates.
Of Gods praise; though loud we sing,
And all those Thank-offrings bring,
VVhich the Formalist oblates;
Yet, if we perform no more,
He our presents doth abhor,
As the hiring of a whore,
And our vain Lip-service hates.
If, we therewith, do not heed,
How with us God doth proceed;
And, how, he at every need,
Hears us, timely, when we call;
That, to such, as helplesse lie,
VVe may yeild the like supply,
VVhen to us, for help they cry;
VVe, ere long time, rue it shall.
How with us God doth proceed;
And, how, he at every need,
Hears us, timely, when we call;
That, to such, as helplesse lie,
VVe may yeild the like supply,
VVhen to us, for help they cry;
VVe, ere long time, rue it shall.
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Yea, unlesse we pity more
The oppressions of the poore,
Then we have done heretofore,
And to Justice more adhere;
This, will prove but a delusion,
And all mercies in conclusion,
Bring upon us just confusion,
When such vengeance we least feare.
The oppressions of the poore,
Then we have done heretofore,
And to Justice more adhere;
This, will prove but a delusion,
And all mercies in conclusion,
Bring upon us just confusion,
When such vengeance we least feare.
Still, in selfnesse if we live;
Much receive, but nothing give;
Cheare our selves, and others grieve;
We are in the way of death:
And, of whatsoe're esteem,
In our owne conceits, we seem,
God will cast us quite from him,
If we settle in that path.
Much receive, but nothing give;
Cheare our selves, and others grieve;
We are in the way of death:
And, of whatsoe're esteem,
In our owne conceits, we seem,
God will cast us quite from him,
If we settle in that path.
For, it is for nothing lesse
Then this Nations righteousnesse,
Or, our sakes, that God doth blesse
Those designes we undertake:
But, 'tis rather from their sin,
Who have our opposers been,
Whence our Victories begin,
And, for God's free mercy sake.
Then this Nations righteousnesse,
Or, our sakes, that God doth blesse
Those designes we undertake:
But, 'tis rather from their sin,
Who have our opposers been,
Whence our Victories begin,
And, for God's free mercy sake.
For no goodnesse of our owne,
Did God's hand the King uncrowne,
And pull other Tyrants downe;
Nor, because, he, yet, doth see
That our zealous Protestations,
Or pretended Reformations
Gf our great abhominations,
With our practises agree.
Did God's hand the King uncrowne,
And pull other Tyrants downe;
Nor, because, he, yet, doth see
That our zealous Protestations,
Or pretended Reformations
Gf our great abhominations,
With our practises agree.
But by mercie he makes way
To his feare; that, yet we may
Hear his voice, while 'tis, to day;
Whereunto, if we incline,
Maugre, then, all former sinnings,
Our late seasonable winnings,
Shall be pledges, and beginnings
Of a mercy more divine.
To his feare; that, yet we may
Hear his voice, while 'tis, to day;
Whereunto, if we incline,
Maugre, then, all former sinnings,
Our late seasonable winnings,
Shall be pledges, and beginnings
Of a mercy more divine.
Oh, now therefore, let our praise
Be right-walkings, in his wayes,
And, believing what he saies:
Let our thankfulnesse be, still,
In true charity exprest;
In relieving men opprest;
And, indeavouring our best,
In obedience, to his will.
Be right-walkings, in his wayes,
And, believing what he saies:
Let our thankfulnesse be, still,
In true charity exprest;
In relieving men opprest;
And, indeavouring our best,
In obedience, to his will.
Let us prudently forbeare
To wax proud, or domineere,
When God, for us, doth appeare;
And, with awe expresse our joy:
Lest, if we presumptuous grow,
He may (for our doing so)
Turne his anger from our Foe;
Or, both him and us destroy.
To wax proud, or domineere,
When God, for us, doth appeare;
And, with awe expresse our joy:
Lest, if we presumptuous grow,
He may (for our doing so)
Turne his anger from our Foe;
Or, both him and us destroy.
We have seen the strong defeated;
By himself, the cheater cheated;
Men ambitious lower seated;
And, long-fixed Pow'rs remov'd;
Nay, ev'n such as we reputed
Things divinely constituted,
Are destroy'd; and, they confuted,
Who, have them, for such, approv'd.
By himself, the cheater cheated;
Men ambitious lower seated;
And, long-fixed Pow'rs remov'd;
Nay, ev'n such as we reputed
Things divinely constituted,
Are destroy'd; and, they confuted,
Who, have them, for such, approv'd.
We have seen those things despised,
Which our Fathers highly prized,
And the whole earth Idolized;
Therefore, let us, now, for ever,
Constant be to that perfection,
Which deserveth not rejection,
And, renounce our vaine affection
To the waies of our deceiver.
Which our Fathers highly prized,
And the whole earth Idolized;
Therefore, let us, now, for ever,
Constant be to that perfection,
Which deserveth not rejection,
And, renounce our vaine affection
To the waies of our deceiver.
Let those things, which God hath done
For these Isles, be thought upon,
Not at such set times, alone,
As the Civill Pow'rs command;
But, now let us, all our dayes,
Meditate his works, and waies,
And be mindfull of his praise;
Whilst there shall be Sea, or Land.
For these Isles, be thought upon,
Not at such set times, alone,
As the Civill Pow'rs command;
But, now let us, all our dayes,
Meditate his works, and waies,
And be mindfull of his praise;
Whilst there shall be Sea, or Land.
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And, Oh my eternall Lord!
Let thy al-subduing Sword,
But, that chiefly of thy Word,
Thus prevaile, for evermore;
Make it still victorious grow,
Till to thee all Monarchs bow,
And, till vengeance thou shalt throw
On the Dragon, and the Whore.
Let thy al-subduing Sword,
But, that chiefly of thy Word,
Thus prevaile, for evermore;
Make it still victorious grow,
Till to thee all Monarchs bow,
And, till vengeance thou shalt throw
On the Dragon, and the Whore.
Well accept, this day, what wee
Have in publike offred thee;
And, this private Mite, from me,
Which I now presume to add:
For, in ev'ry Act of Grace,
Which by thee vouchsafed was,
Since my breathings in this place,
I, some speciall fruits have had.
Have in publike offred thee;
And, this private Mite, from me,
Which I now presume to add:
For, in ev'ry Act of Grace,
Which by thee vouchsafed was,
Since my breathings in this place,
I, some speciall fruits have had.
In the many variations
Of thy works, and dispensations,
Unto these divided Nations,
I have learn'd to find out thee.
I, by them, thy mind discover,
And, I daily read thee over,
As my God, King, Father, Lover;
And, as all in all, to mee.
Of thy works, and dispensations,
Unto these divided Nations,
I have learn'd to find out thee.
I, by them, thy mind discover,
And, I daily read thee over,
As my God, King, Father, Lover;
And, as all in all, to mee.
I have found thee in their failings;
In their losings, and prevailings;
In their joyes, and their bewailings;
In their hardnesse, and their blindnesse:
In their Trust, and their suspitions,
In their false, and true professions,
In their good, and bad conditions;
In their love, and their unkindnesse.
In their losings, and prevailings;
In their joyes, and their bewailings;
In their hardnesse, and their blindnesse:
In their Trust, and their suspitions,
In their false, and true professions,
In their good, and bad conditions;
In their love, and their unkindnesse.
And, although this Generation,
Yet, beholds not what relation,
To their fall, or preservation,
My despised Poems have;
Some, ere long, will better heed them,
And (though few, now, think they need them)
Thou, wilt give them cause to read them,
VVhen I shall be in my grave.
Yet, beholds not what relation,
To their fall, or preservation,
My despised Poems have;
Some, ere long, will better heed them,
And (though few, now, think they need them)
Thou, wilt give them cause to read them,
VVhen I shall be in my grave.
Oh! till then, let me persever,
My known duties to endeavour,
VVith true patience, howsoever
Thou shalt exercise my Faith:
And, in ev'ry strong Temptation,
Tryall, Straight, or Tribulation,
Mind me, for my Consolation,
VVhat, thy truthfull Spirit saith.
My known duties to endeavour,
VVith true patience, howsoever
Thou shalt exercise my Faith:
And, in ev'ry strong Temptation,
Tryall, Straight, or Tribulation,
Mind me, for my Consolation,
VVhat, thy truthfull Spirit saith.
To what ever, thou shalt call me,
Or, what ever may befall me,
Let no Terrene-Power appale me,
From declaring of thy Truth;
Let me, all my wits apply,
Thy great Name to magnifie,
VVhilst I live; and when I die,
Let thy praise be in my mouth.
Or, what ever may befall me,
Let no Terrene-Power appale me,
From declaring of thy Truth;
Let me, all my wits apply,
Thy great Name to magnifie,
VVhilst I live; and when I die,
Let thy praise be in my mouth.
And, when here I have compleated,
That, for which I was created,
Let me thither be translated,
VVhere thy Saints, the Lamb attend;
That, I, may in praising him,
There communicate with them,
In that everlasting Hymn,
VVhich, will never have an end.
That, for which I was created,
Let me thither be translated,
VVhere thy Saints, the Lamb attend;
That, I, may in praising him,
There communicate with them,
In that everlasting Hymn,
VVhich, will never have an end.
AMEN. HALELUJAH.
FINIS.
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