Poesis Rediviva | ||
Soul and Christ.
C.See! see Grace with her widened arms!
S.
No Adder's here,
To stop an ear,
'Gainst soul ingaging Graces charms.
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C.
Come ye who thirst.
S.
Lord give me first,
And in thy bottle put my tears.
C.
The laden's call'd, haste my soul, haste.
S.
Lord seest not these?
Ah Mountains! Seas!
How? how? ah how are these o'repast?
C.
To faith my soul, fly, fly, ne're stay:
Faith can cast these
Mountains ith' seas:
Faith through a Red sea made her way.
S.
Lord, though my sins like Mountains be,
A grain of Faith
Still Virtue hath:
Thy blood sweet Jesu's a Red-sea.
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