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H. Baptifme.

S he that fees a dark and fhadie grove,

Stayes not, but looks beyond it on the skie; So when I view my finnes, mine eyes remove More backward ftill, and to that water flie,

Which is above the heav'ns, whofe fpring and vent
Is in my deare Redeemers pierced fide.
Obleffed ftreams ! either ye do prevent

And flop our finnes from growing thick and wide,
Or effe give tears to drown them, as they grow.
In you Redemption measures all my time,
And fpreades the plaifter equall to the crime
You taught the book of life my name, that fo

What ever future finnes fhould me mifcall,
Your first acquaintance might difcredit all.

¶ H. Baptifme.
Since, Lord, to thee

A narrow way and little gate

Is all the paffage, on my infancie

Thou didst lay hold, and antedate.
My faith in me,

Olet me ftill

Write thee great God, and me a child :

Let me be foft and fupple to thy will,

Small to my felf, to others mild,
Behither ill..

Although by ftealth

My Refh get on; yet let her fifter My foul bid nothing, but preferve ker wealth: The growth of flesh is but a blifter 3, Childhood is health.

Nature.

ull ofrebellion, I would die,

For fight, or travel, or denie

Or

That thou haft ought to do with me.

O tame my heart!

It is thy higheft are

To captivate frong holds to thee.

If thou shalt let this venime lurk,
And in fuggeftions fume and work,
My foul will turn to bubbles ftraight,

And thence by kind
Vanish into a wind,

Making thy workmanship deceit.

Osmooth my rugged heart, and there
Engrave thy rev'rend Law and fear:
Or make a new one, fince the old

Is faple fle grown,
And a much fitter ftone

To hide my duft, then thee to hold,

T Sinne.

Ord, with what care haft thou begirt us round!
Parents firft feafon us: then Ichoolmafters
Deliver us to laws; they fend us bound
To rules of reafon,holy meffengers,

Pulpits and fundayes, forrow dogging finne,
Afflations forted, anguish of all fizes,
Fine nets and ftratagemes to catch us in,
les laid open, millions of furprifes,

Bleffings

Bleffings beforehand, tyes of gratefulnesse,
The found of glory ringing in our eares:
Without, our fhame; within, our consciences
Angels and grace, eternall hopes and fears.
Yet all these fences and their whole aray
One cunning bofome-finne blows quite away.

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Affliction.

Hen firft thou didst entice to thee my heart
I thought the service brave

So many joyes I writ down for my párt,

Befides what I might have

Out of my frock of naturall delights,
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

I looked on thy furniture fo fine,

And made it fine to me

Thy glorious houshold-stuff did me entwine,

And 'tice me unto thee.

Such ftarres I counted mine: both heav'n and earth
Payd me my wages in a world of mirth.

What pleasures could I want, whose King I ferved,
Where joyes my fellows were ?
Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts reserved
No place for grief or fear.
Therefore my fudden foul caught at the place,
And made her youth and fiereeneffe feek thy face.
At first thou gav'ft me milk and fweetneffes

I had my with and way :

My dayes were ftraw'd with flow'rs and happineffe
There was no moneth but May.

But with my yeares forrow did twift and grow,
And made a party unawares for wo.

My