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 the Lord's Prayer. |
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On the Lord's Prayer.
That Pray'r of Pray'rs, how meanly doth it lookOf late, as if Religion's frame were shook!
But if the Lord were just to use his powers,
With how much anger might he look on ours?
Some think that Lesson may their Spirits grieve;
Lord, us forgive, as others we forgive.
Others, like Witches, when in haste they pray,
They it repeat, but do it backward say.
Many with zeal desire their dayly bread;
Thy Kingdom come, not much concerns their head.
Thus temp'ral benefits we do prefer
Before eternal blessings, and adhere
To what our present wants require: but oh,
When Death appears, and whispers, we must go.
Then our Petitions, all that we can gather,
From his take pattern, crying, Our Father.
Christ so began to teach us, being weak;
So we conclude when we can hardly speak.
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