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 an Israelite. |
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On an Israelite.
As the Tree falls, so doth it lie;And when Death strikes, all men must die:
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God gives us misery or bliss.
As in the Red Sea, if I go
An Israelite, though waters flow,
In triumph I shall tell my story,
And land rejoycing, full of Glory,
While all mine Enemies lie spread
Upon the shore, and each one dead:
But if Egyptian-like I croud,
And be on this side of the Cloud,
On this side of the Covenant,
And yet run hardned in (for want
Of Grace) amongst proud Pharaoh's Troops,
The Sea shall open all her Poops:
And e're I finde my Journeys length,
Justice shall swallow me with strength;
An Inundation shall destroy
My Soul, and drown my future Joy.
O Lord, then by thy powerful might,
Make me thine own, an Israelite.
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