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 Remembrance. |
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The Remembrance.
And now, my Soul, canst thou forget
That thy whole life is one long debt
Of Love, to him who on the Tree
Paid back the flesh he took for thee?
That thy whole life is one long debt
Of Love, to him who on the Tree
Paid back the flesh he took for thee?
Lo, how the streams of pretious blood
Flow from five wounds into one flood!
With these he washes all thy stains,
And buys thy Ease with his own Pains.
Flow from five wounds into one flood!
With these he washes all thy stains,
And buys thy Ease with his own Pains.
Tall Tree of Life, we clearly now
That doubt of former ages know;
It was thy wood should make a Throne
Fit for a more than Solomon.
That doubt of former ages know;
It was thy wood should make a Throne
Fit for a more than Solomon.
Large Throne of Love, royally spread
With Purple of too rich a red:
Strange costly price! thus to make good
Thine own esteem with the Kings blood.
With Purple of too rich a red:
Strange costly price! thus to make good
Thine own esteem with the Kings blood.
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Hail, fairest Plant of Paradise,
To thee our hopes lift up their eyes.
O may aloft thy branches shoot,
And fill the Nations with thy fruit.
To thee our hopes lift up their eyes.
O may aloft thy branches shoot,
And fill the Nations with thy fruit.
O may all reap from thy increase;
The Just more strength, the Sinner peace,
While our half-wither'd hearts, and we
Engraft our selves, and grow on thee.
The Just more strength, the Sinner peace,
While our half-wither'd hearts, and we
Engraft our selves, and grow on thee.
Live, O for ever live, and reign,
Bless'd Lamb, whom thine own love hath slain:
And may thy lost Sheep live to be
True lovers of thy Cross and thee.
Bless'd Lamb, whom thine own love hath slain:
And may thy lost Sheep live to be
True lovers of thy Cross and thee.
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