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 Resurrection. |
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The Resurrection.
He's risen now, behold, the stone is goneWhich late was rolled to inclose the Son.
Had the weak Jews so little wit or grace
To trust to that, when he fills ev'ry place?
Earth is his foot-stool, yet he dwells on high;
Holy his Name, himself's Eternity.
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