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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Of Christ.
He it is that gives us Peace,/Increase.He to poor Souls cries, I'm your Jesu,/I.E.S.U.
He it is that is our Good,/Food.
The Saints with him do trust their Treasure,/Pleasure.
He it is can end our Life,/Strife.
He it is that gives us Breath,/Death.
He is to us a Judge and King,/Sting.
He is our Peace, Increase; our Jesu, and
An Ease to those that wait on his Command.
Our Good, our Food; our Treasure, and our Joy;
Our Life, to see no Strife shall us annoy.
He gives us Breath, can give us Death, as King,
And unto death he is become a Sting.
He punish can, or help us in our thrall;
For Christ is God's, and God is all in all.
Wouldst farther know what God is, silly Elf,
Go study first to be a God thy self.
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