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Poemata sacra

Latinae & Anglicae scripta [by John Saltmarsh]
Saltmarsh, John
  
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POEMS UPON SOME OF the holy raptures of DAVID.
  
TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL SIR THO. METHAM MY HONOURED FRIEND, and his vertuous Lady, the Lady METHAM.
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Meditation I. By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea we wept, Psal. 137.
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Meditat. II. We hanged our harps upon the willows, Psal. 137.
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Meditat. III. I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping, Psal. 102.
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Meditat. IV. My dayes are like a shadow that declineth, Psal. 102.
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Meditat. V. Wilt thou shew wonders on the dead? Psal. 88.
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Meditat. VI. The Emblemes of the resurrection.
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Meditat. VII. THE RESURRECTION.
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Meditat. VIII. Create in me a clean heart, Psal. 51.
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Meditat. IX. He healeth the broken hearted, and bindeth up their wounds, Psal. 146.
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Meditat. X. The Lord is nigh to all those that call upon him, Psal. 145.
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Meditat. XI. The Lord looseth the prisoners, Psal. 156.
  
A Meditation upon the Song of Songs,
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TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL George Butler Esquire, one of his Majesties Councell established in the North.
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THE PICTURE OF GOD IN MAN,
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Chap. I. Why called the Picture.
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Chap. II.
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Chap. III. A representation of God in man.
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Chap. IV. The Image of God in man.
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Chap. V. Gods Picture not in the bodie of man.
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Chap. VI. Gods Picture in the soul, and what it is.
  
A meditation upon Eternitie.
  
Upon the rest on the Lords day.

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Meditat. X. The Lord is nigh to all those that call upon him, Psal. 145.

Nigh Lord, & yet divorc't with such bright walls
Of starres and planets and transparent balls?
'Las when I view the aerie distance, I,
As though my pray'rs were too shortwinded, sigh:
My pray'rs scarce feather'd with devotion flie,
And like faint arrows in my bosome die.
Shew me a nearer path my pray'rs may tread:
This journey I despair on: they half dead
Languish; O let some plumes (in thy great love)
To make my pray'r some wings fall from thy Dove.
O shoot me down a sheet of lightning; so
I'le wrap my pray'r in that and let it go:
Or reach me down a ray, and I will tie
My thoughts in that bright string and let them flie:
No need of this, Lord; thou art nigh, dost dwell
About, within, in body, soul: O well
For me faint sinner! dost thou thus with me,
Dull, grosse, ev'n mix thy purer entitie?
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I live and move in thee; and Lord so neare
Thou border'st on my essence, thou art here.
In thee I have my being: when I crie,
Do not remove O Lord, but be still nigh.
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