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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To the God of Heaven. |
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To the God of Heaven.
Bright builder of the heav'nly Poles,Eternal light of faithful Souls!
Jesus, Redeemer of Mankinde,
Our humble Pray'rs vouchsafe to minde;
Who, lest the fraud of Hell's black King
Should all men to destruction bring,
Didst by a strong impulse of Love,
The fainting World's Physician prove.
Who from a sacred Virgins womb,
Didst an unspotted Victim come
Unto the Cross, to cleanse the sin
The wretched World was plunged in:
The sound of whose high Pow'r and Name,
No sooner any voice can frame,
But all in Heav'n, and those that be
In Hell, bow down their trembling knee.
Thee, Christ, who at the later day
Shalt be our Judge, we humbly pray,
Such Arms of heav'nly Grace to send,
As from our foes may us defend.
Be glory giv'n, and honour done
To God the Father, and the Son;
And to the Holy Ghost on high,
From Age to Age eternally.
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