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Mark 10. 51.
The blind man said unto Jesus, Lord, that I may receive my sight.
What wouldst thou see poor man, that thou wouldst fain
Receive thy sight again?
Should Beauty be thy object? That's a fire
Wil kindle loose desire,
And put thy soul out, making thee in minde
As in thy body blind.
I made a Covenant with mine eye, Job said,
Not once to look on maid.
If then to gaze on beauty thou delight,
Thou'dst better want thy sight.
What wouldst thou see poor man, that thou wouldst fain
Receive thy sight again?
Should Riches be thy Object? they entice
Unto a baser vice,
And make thee poorer then thou wast before
By coveting of more;
Wishing with Achan for that wedge of gold,
Thou didst but now behold;
Or else with Ahab, longing to be Lord
Of Naboth his Vineyard.
If then to gaze on riches thou delight,
Thou'dst better want thy sight.
Receive thy sight again?
Should Beauty be thy object? That's a fire
Wil kindle loose desire,
And put thy soul out, making thee in minde
As in thy body blind.
I made a Covenant with mine eye, Job said,
Not once to look on maid.
If then to gaze on beauty thou delight,
Thou'dst better want thy sight.
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Receive thy sight again?
Should Riches be thy Object? they entice
Unto a baser vice,
And make thee poorer then thou wast before
By coveting of more;
Wishing with Achan for that wedge of gold,
Thou didst but now behold;
Or else with Ahab, longing to be Lord
Of Naboth his Vineyard.
If then to gaze on riches thou delight,
Thou'dst better want thy sight.
What wouldst thou see poor man, that thou wouldst fain
Receive thy sight again?
Should Honour be thy object? That's a thing
No true content can bring,
But puffe thee up with an ambitious rage,
And to high acts engage,
With Herod Law and Justice trampling downe
Thereby to gain a Crown;
Til Icarus his fal become thy fate,
And thou repent too late;
If then to gaze on Honour thou delight,
Thou'dst better vvant thy sight.
Receive thy sight again?
Should Honour be thy object? That's a thing
No true content can bring,
But puffe thee up with an ambitious rage,
And to high acts engage,
With Herod Law and Justice trampling downe
Thereby to gain a Crown;
Til Icarus his fal become thy fate,
And thou repent too late;
If then to gaze on Honour thou delight,
Thou'dst better vvant thy sight.
What woudlst thou see poor man, that thou wouldst fain
Receive thy sight again?
Should Jesus be thy Object? He is one
Worth looking on alone;
For hadst thou eies, in's person thou mightest see
Both God and man to be;
Humilitie his majestie did shade,
When he a man was made;
Thou couldst not see his face, and live before
That flesh had veild him o're;
As friend with friend, so thou maist with him talk
As Moses once, and walk
Receive thy sight again?
Should Jesus be thy Object? He is one
Worth looking on alone;
For hadst thou eies, in's person thou mightest see
Both God and man to be;
Humilitie his majestie did shade,
When he a man was made;
Thou couldst not see his face, and live before
That flesh had veild him o're;
As friend with friend, so thou maist with him talk
As Moses once, and walk
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As Enoch did, but more familiarly,
Since he's a man like thee
In all but sin; in him as in a glass
We see God face to face.
The Godhead bodily in him doth dwel,
Of life he is the well,
The way to heaven, the spring of grace and glory.
O 'tis too long a story
To tell thee what he is, so great 's his worth
No pen can set it forth
Though snatcht from Angels wing: wel maist thou pray
To see this Star of day,
This Sun of Righteousness which with his raies
Produceth endless joies.
If then to gaze on Jesus thou delight,
'Twere best to be all sight.
Pray still that he would give thee the fruition
Of this thrice happy vision.
Since he's a man like thee
In all but sin; in him as in a glass
We see God face to face.
The Godhead bodily in him doth dwel,
Of life he is the well,
The way to heaven, the spring of grace and glory.
O 'tis too long a story
To tell thee what he is, so great 's his worth
No pen can set it forth
Though snatcht from Angels wing: wel maist thou pray
To see this Star of day,
This Sun of Righteousness which with his raies
Produceth endless joies.
If then to gaze on Jesus thou delight,
'Twere best to be all sight.
Pray still that he would give thee the fruition
Of this thrice happy vision.
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