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 Salutation of Saints. |
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The Salutation of Saints.
Jesus, who man's Redeemer art,The solace of each godly heart;
The ransom'd World's great Architect,
Chast light of Souls which thee affect.
What mercy conquer'd thee, my God,
That thou wouldst bear our sinful load?
And innocent wouldst death endure,
That us from death thou mightst secure.
Still let commiseration press
To give our damages redress;
And by fruition of thy sight,
Inrich us with a blessed light.
Thou guide to Heav'n, and path to Rest,
Be thou the scope of ev'ry brest;
Be thou the comfort of our tears,
Our sweet reward above the Spheres.
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