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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An Adoration to the Lord of the Sabbath. |
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An Adoration to the Lord of the Sabbath.
Behold, we come, dear Lord, to thee,
And bow before thy Throne:
We come to offer on our knee
Our Vows to thee alone.
And bow before thy Throne:
We come to offer on our knee
Our Vows to thee alone.
Whate're we have, whate're we are,
Thy bounty freely gave;
Thou didst us here in mercy spare,
And wilt hereafter save.
Thy bounty freely gave;
Thou didst us here in mercy spare,
And wilt hereafter save.
But oh, can all our store afford
No better gifts for thee?
Thus we confess thy Riches, Lord,
And thus our Poverty.
No better gifts for thee?
Thus we confess thy Riches, Lord,
And thus our Poverty.
'Tis not our tongue or knee can pay
The mighty Debt we owe;
For more we should than we can say,
Far lower than we bow.
The mighty Debt we owe;
For more we should than we can say,
Far lower than we bow.
Come then, my Soul, bring all thy powers,
And grieve thou hast no more:
Bring ev'ry day thy choicest hours,
And thy great God adore.
And grieve thou hast no more:
Bring ev'ry day thy choicest hours,
And thy great God adore.
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But above all, prepare thy heart
Whilst now 'tis called day,
In humble duty bear thy part
To sing, to love, and pray.
Whilst now 'tis called day,
In humble duty bear thy part
To sing, to love, and pray.
Glory to thee, Eternal Lord,
Thrice blessed three in one;
Thy Name at all times be ador'd,
Till time it self be done.
Thrice blessed three in one;
Thy Name at all times be ador'd,
Till time it self be done.
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