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The Windows.
Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie
More rev'rend grows, & more doth wine
Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie
More rev'rend grows, & more doth wine
Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.
Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and aw: but speech alone
Doth vanish like a staring thing,
And in the eare, not conscience ring.
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and aw: but speech alone
Doth vanish like a staring thing,
And in the eare, not conscience ring.
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