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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My God, had I my breath from thee,This hour to speak and sing?
And shall my voice, and shall my song
Praise any but their King?
My God, had I my Soul from thee,
This pow'r to judge and chuse?
And shall my Brain, and shall my Will
Their best to thee refuse?
Alas, not this alone, or that,
Hast thou bestow'd on me;
But all I have, and all I hope,
I have, and hope from thee.
And more I have, and more I hope,
Than I can speak or think;
Thy blessings first refresh, then fill,
Then overflow the brink.
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O great Co-equal Three:
As at the first beginning was,
May now and ever be.
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