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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Nature's Delight. |
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Nature's Delight.
Hark, my Soul, how every thing
Strives to serve our bounteous King.
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
Strives to serve our bounteous King.
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
Natures chief and sweetest quire,
Him with chearful notes admire,
Chanting every day their Lauds,
Whilst the Grove their song applauds.
Him with chearful notes admire,
Chanting every day their Lauds,
Whilst the Grove their song applauds.
Though their Voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody.
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.
Streams have too their melody.
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.
All the flowers that gild the Spring,
Hither their sweet musick bring.
If Heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.
Hither their sweet musick bring.
If Heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.
Only we can scarce afford
Due thanksgivings to our Lord.
We, on whom his bounty flowes,
All things give:, and nothing owes.
Due thanksgivings to our Lord.
We, on whom his bounty flowes,
All things give:, and nothing owes.
Wake for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake, and gladly sing thy part.
Learn of Beasts, of Springs, and Flowers,
How to use thy noble Powers.
Wake, and gladly sing thy part.
Learn of Beasts, of Springs, and Flowers,
How to use thy noble Powers.
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Call whole Nature to thy aid,
Since 'twas he whole Nature made.
Joyn in one eternal Song,
Who to one God all belong.
Since 'twas he whole Nature made.
Joyn in one eternal Song,
Who to one God all belong.
Live for ever, glorious Lord,
Live by all thy works ador'd;
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to thee alone.
Live by all thy works ador'd;
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to thee alone.
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