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O no, I mind him not so as I ought;
Me, that was sold for nought.
But I have wounded him, that made me sound;
My sins his blood have drown'd.
Tell me, oh! tell me (thou alone canst tell), Lord of my life, where thou art gone to dwell : For, in thy absence heaven itself is hell :
Without thee none is well.
Or, if thou beest not gone, but only hidest Thy presence in the place where thou abidest, Teach me the sacred art, which thou providest
For all them, whom thou guidest,
To seek and find thee by. Else here I'll lie,
Thou diest as well as I.
For, if thou live in me, and I in thee,
If thou wilt not agree.
For, though thou be the Judge thyself, I have Thy promise for it, which thou canst not wave, That who salvation at thine hands do crave,
Thou wilt not fail to save.
Oh! seek, and find me then ; or else deny
Find me. Lo, here I lie.
Lo, now my Love appears ;
'Tis he. Thanks, blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell ; And, now thou art returned, I am well.
By this I see I must
So suddenly away? As if enjoying
Hereafter I had need
And watch their opportunities of flight,
But, is 't enough for me
He that his joys would keep
And in the brine of tears
Learn to make much of care :
And precious balsam 'tis
For bliss ; Which oft resides, where mirth with sorrow meets : Heavenly joys on earth are bitter-sweets.
We talk of Noah's flood, as of a wonder;
And well we may ;
The Scriptures say, The water did prevail
, the hills were under, And nothing could be seen but sea.
And yet there are two other floods surpass
That flood, as far,
As heaven one star, Which many men regard, as little, as
The ordinariest things that are.
The one is Sin, the other is Salvation :
And we must need
Which doth the deluge far exceed.
In Noah's flood he and his household lived :
And there abode
A whole Ark-load Of other creatures, that were then reprieved :
All safely on the waters rode.
But when Sin came, it overflowed all,
And left none free:
Nay, even he, That knew no sin, could not release my thrall,
But that he was made sin for me ;
And, when Salvation came, my Saviour's blood
Drown'd Sin again,
With all its train
With good that ever shall remain.
O, let there be one other inundation,
Let Grace oʻerflow
In my soul so,
And sorrow Sin may overgrow.
Then will I praise my Lord and Saviour so,
That Angels shall
Admire man's fall,
Where Satan thought to root out all.
Sin, I would fain define thee; but thou art
An uncouth thing :
All that I bring
yet I read
I call thee the transgression of the Law,
That Sin is dead Without the Law; and thence its strength doth draw.
And yet I find
Death comes behind : The work is done before the pay be due.
Should much rather
Call thee father ;
What shall I call thee then? If death and devil,
Be names too good,