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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The Soul's Yearnings. |
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The Soul's Yearnings.
My Soul pants towards thee,My God, Fountain of Light and Life:
Flesh strives with me,
Conclude the strife,
That so in blessed peace I may
Unclay
My Spirit; that done, swiftly take
My flight to thy refreshing Spring,
Where for thy sake,
Who art my King,
I may wash all my griefs away
That day,
And conquer Sin and Death.
Thou great Triumpher o're the Grave,
Whose life and breath
Was spent to save
A wretched World, make me be stil'd
Thy Child;
And grant that when I die
And leave this World, that then my Soul
Above the Skie
Thou wilt enroul,
That in thy arms for ever I,
Even unto Eternity,
May lie.
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