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Faith.
Bright, and blest beame! whose strong projectionEquall to all,
Reacheth as well things of dejection
As th' high, and tall;
How hath my God by raying thee
Inlarg'd his spouse,
And of a private familie
Made open house?
All may be now Co-heirs; no noise
Of Bond, or Free
Can Interdict us from those Joys
That wait on thee,
The Law, and Ceremonies made
A glorious night,
Where Stars, and Clouds, both light, and shade
Had equal right;
But, as in nature, when the day
Breaks, night adjourns,
Stars shut up shop, mists pack away,
And the Moon mourns;
So when the Sun of righteousness
Did once appear,
That Scene was chang'd, and a new dresse
Left for us here;
Veiles became useles, Altars fel,
Fires smoking die;
And all that sacred pomp, and shel
Of things did flie;
Then did he shine forth, whose sad fall,
And bitter fights
Were figur'd in those mystical,
And Cloudie Rites;
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Light, motion, heat,
So are now Faith, Hope, Charity
Through him Compleat;
Faith spans up blisse; what sin, and death
Put us quite from,
Lest we should run for't out of breath,
Faith brings us home;
So that I need no more, but say
I do believe,
And my most loving Lord straitway
doth answer, Live.
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