The synagogue, or, the shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr George Herbert [by Christopher Harvey] |
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The Church-stile. |
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The Church-stile.
Seest thou that stile? observe then how it rises
Step after step, and equally descends:
Such is the way to winne celestiall prizes;
Humility the course begins and ends.
Would'st thou in grace to high perfection grow?
Shoot thy roots deep, ground thy foundations low.
Step after step, and equally descends:
Such is the way to winne celestiall prizes;
Humility the course begins and ends.
Would'st thou in grace to high perfection grow?
Shoot thy roots deep, ground thy foundations low.
Humble thy selfe, and God will lift thee up;
Those that exalt themselves, he casteth down:
The hungry he invites with him to sup,
And cloaths the naked with his robe and Crown.
Think not thou hast what thou from him would'st have;
His labour's lost, if thou thy self canst save.
Those that exalt themselves, he casteth down:
The hungry he invites with him to sup,
And cloaths the naked with his robe and Crown.
Think not thou hast what thou from him would'st have;
His labour's lost, if thou thy self canst save.
Pride is the prodigalitie of grace,
Which casteth all away by griping all:
Humilitie is thrift, both keeps its place,
And gaines by giving, rises by its fall.
To get by giving, and to loose by keeping,
Is to be sad in mirth, and glad in weeping.
Which casteth all away by griping all:
Humilitie is thrift, both keeps its place,
And gaines by giving, rises by its fall.
To get by giving, and to loose by keeping,
Is to be sad in mirth, and glad in weeping.
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