 | Poems upon several occasions (1673) |  |
PSAL. LXXXVII.
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Among the holy Mountains highIs his foundation fast,
There Seated in his Sanctuary,
His Temple there is plac't.
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Sions fair Gates the Lord loves moreThen all the dwellings faire
Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
And all within his care.
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City of God, most glorious thingsOf thee abroad are spoke;
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I mention Egypt, where proud KingsDid our forefathers yoke,
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Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:
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But twise that praise shall in our earBe said of Sion last
This and this man was born in her,
High God shall fix her fast.
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The Lord shall write it in a ScrowleThat ne're shall be out-worn
When he the Nations doth enrowle
That this man there was born.
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Both they who sing, and they who danceWith sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance
And all my fountains clear.
| Poems upon several occasions (1673) | |