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 Hell. |
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On Hell.
Dismal darkness, sad, and sore,An everlasting Night;
Groans and Shrieks, when sinners roar
In their abyssful plight
No corner there but hath a Snake
Breeding in the infernal Lake:
Heaps of Fire, and Beds of Snow,
Are the chief delights below.
A Viper springing from the fire
Is his hire
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O thou God of Day and Night,
Fountain of eternal light,
Allelujahs, Hymns, and Psalms,
Holy Coronets of Palms,
Adorn the Temple evermore.
Almighty God,
Let not thy Iron Rod
Bruise our bones with an eternal pressure;
Let thy mercy be the only measure.
If thou shouldst hoard up wrath in store,
We shall all die,
Not one be left to glorifie
The Lord, and tell
How thou preserved hast our Souls from Hell.
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