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 St. John's day. |
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On St. John's day.
TodayLet's sing
Joy to the friend of Heaven's King.
He in his bosom lay,
Secur'd the Keys
Of his profound and hidden Mysteries.
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Did make it stand
In admiration to behold that light
Happily came
From the Throne of the Lamb,
And to invite
Our sinful eyes (which nothing else could see
But Fire and Sword, Hunger and Miserie,)
Anticipating by their ravish'd sight
The beauty of Cœlestial delight.
Great Lord of all, O hear me when I pray,
That when my heap of Clay
Shall fall away,
O let thy gracious hand support me up,
That on the Lambs rich Viand I may sup:
And that in this last supper I
May with thy friend in thy rich bosom lie
For ever, to eternitie.
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