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 |
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On the Judgment. |
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On the Judgment.
Great God, that hast at thy command
Both Leaden feet and Iron hand,
How shall I stand,
How can I look,
When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book?
Both Leaden feet and Iron hand,
How shall I stand,
How can I look,
When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book?
Oh, save me, Lord, I then shall say,
I do confess I went astray.
Thy Judgment stay;
O let thy Rod
Chastise with mercy, O my God.
I do confess I went astray.
Thy Judgment stay;
O let thy Rod
Chastise with mercy, O my God.
O, Christ my Saviour, may it please
Thee, thy dear Father's wrath appease,
And making peace,
Then I alwaies
Will strive to magnifie thy praise.
Thee, thy dear Father's wrath appease,
And making peace,
Then I alwaies
Will strive to magnifie thy praise.
Some, it is like, may shew a Book
So full of Blanks, that when you look
Thereon, a Rook
You'll think that man
That shews a Scrole with nothing on.
So full of Blanks, that when you look
Thereon, a Rook
You'll think that man
That shews a Scrole with nothing on.
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But so to do is highly vain:
For he that doth just Judgments rain,
Can see each stain,
Keeps just account
How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount.
For he that doth just Judgments rain,
Can see each stain,
Keeps just account
How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount.
I am resolv'd, when God doth call,
To hide not one, but shew him all
That wrought my fall;
But if my will
Exceed my skill, Lord, do not kill.
To hide not one, but shew him all
That wrought my fall;
But if my will
Exceed my skill, Lord, do not kill.
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