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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To God the Holy Ghost. |
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To God the Holy Ghost.
Come into us, Holy Ghost,From thy bright Cœlestial coast,
Send us a resplendant Beam:
Come, thou Father of the Poor,
Come, thou willing Gift-bestow'r,
Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam,
Thou, of Comforters the best,
Thou, the Souls delightful Guest,
A refreshing sweet relief;
Thou in toyl a resting seat,
Temper in excessive heat,
Solace to a Soul in grief.
O thou blessedest of Lights!
Those that love t'observe thy Rites,
With thy self their bosoms fill.
While thou'rt absent, nothing can
Be regardable in man;
Nothing can he act but ill.
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Water, what is over-dry:
What is wounded, render sound;
Pliant make what's hard to yield;
Cherish what with Cold is chil'd;
Govern what is vagabond.
In the faithful that confide
In thy mercies, cause reside
All the train of Sev'n-fold Grace,
Give what Vertue's merit is,
Give th'accomplishment of Bliss,
Joys of an eternal Race. Amen.
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