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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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Antiphon.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Antiphon.

A Dialogue in three parts.

Chor.
Thanks be to the Lord on high,

Angels.
That gave his Son

Men.
For us to die.

Chor.
He that is the holy One,

Ang.
Lov'd us of old,

Men.
For us was sold.

Chor.
He that is the God of might

Men.
Made us of Dust,

Ang.
For us did fight.

Chor.
He that is the God most just

Ang.
Set us aright,

Men.
To us gave light.

Chor.
He that made the Heavens, Earth,

Men.
And all therein,

Ang.
He is more worth;

Chor.
He it is that knew no sin,


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Ang.
Yet suffered death

Men.
To give us breath.

Chor.
Blessed he hung on the Cross

Men.
For our great gain,

Ang.
But his own loss.

Chor.
He that heal'd the Blinde and Lame,

Ang.
Yet sought as thief

Men.
For our relief.

Chor.
He that died with a kiss,

Men.
From wretched man,

Ang.
Is now in Bliss.

Chor.
He that can the Heavens span,

Men.
And do much more,

Ang.
Him we adore.

Chor.
He that was bound to Herod sent,

Men.
And spit upon,

Ang.
He is our Tent.

Chor.
He that melteth hearts of stone,

Ang.
With us doth stand,

Men.
Doth us command.

Chor.
He that pardon can our sin

Ang.
Hath broke our snare,

Men.
But we fall in.

Chor.
He with whom none can compare,

Men.
He gave us eyes,

Ang.
He made us rise.

Chor.
He was scourg'd with heavy lash,

Men.
For us lost blood,

Ang.
And us did wash.

Chor.
He it is that is the good

Men.
Great God alone,

Ang.
Heaven's his Throne.

Chor.
He that wore a Crown of Thorns,

Men.
That doth us keep,

Ang.
And us adorns.

Chor.
He the Shepherd of the Sheep,

Ang.
Our choicest stock,

Men.
Our only rock.

Chor.
Praise him then that did us make,

Men.
Doth us defend,

Ang.
And us did take.


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Chor.
Bless his Name, World without end,

Men.
For his great love

Ang.
To us above.
Angels and Men, praise ye the Lord for aye;
Oh, all ye Nations praise the Lord, and say,
Amen.