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 Penitents Praise. |
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The Penitents Praise.
Lord, now the time returnsFor weary men to rest,
And lay aside those pains and cares
Wherewith we are opprest.
Or rather change our thoughts
To more concerning cares,
How to redeem our mis-spent time,
With Sighs, and Tears, and Prayers.
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That place of Rest and Peace;
Where our full Joys shall never wain,
Our Pleasures never cease.
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee, for thy self,
And for that love obey.
O thou our Souls chief hope,
We to thy mercy fly;
Wheree're we are thou canst protect,
Whate're we need supply.
Whether we wake or sleep,
Either to thee is done,
By night we through our eye-lids peep
As if the night were gone.
Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.
Glory to thee, great God,
One Co-eternal three;
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Eternal Glory be.
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