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 Caution. |
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The Caution.
Open thine eyes, my Soul, and seeOnce more the light returns to thee.
Look round about, and chuse thy way
Thou meanst to travel o're to day.
Think on the dangers thou mayst meet,
And always watch thy sliding feet.
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Observe the place, and sin no more.
Think on the helps thy God bestows,
Contrive to steer thy life by those.
Think on the sweets thy Soul doth feel
When thou dost well, and do so still.
Think on those pains that shall torment
Those sinners bold that ne're repent.
Think on the joys that wait above,
To crown the head of holy Love.
Think what at last will be thy part,
If thou go'st on where now thou art.
See Life, and Death, set thee to chuse;
One thou must take, and one refuse.
O Lord, be thou my perfect Guide,
So shall I never step aside.
Still make me walk, still make me tend;
Be thee my way to thee my end.
All Glory to the sacred Three,
One undivided Deity:
As it hath been in Ages gone,
May now and ever still be done.
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