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That when Sin spies so many foes,
Sin being gone, O fill the place,
HAVING been tenant long to a rich Lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
In Heaven at his manor I him sought :
They told me there, that he was lately gone
About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possession.
I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great resorts ;
In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts : At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth
Of thieves and murderers : there I him espied,
O BLESSED body! whither art thou thrown?
Sure there is room within our hearts good store;
They leave thee.
But that which shows them large, shows thein unfit.
Where our hard hearts took up of stones to brain thee,
And as of old, the Law by heavenly art
To hold thee.
Yet do we still persist as we began,
Rise, heart ; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise : That, as his death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and much more, Just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art. The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same. His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long : Or since all music is but three parts vied,
I got me flowers to strew thy way;
The Sun arising in the East,
Can there be any day but this,
LORD, WHO CREATEDST MAN IN WEALTH AND STORE, THOUGH FOOLISHLY HE LOST THE SAME,
DECAYING MORE AND MORE,
THEN SHALL THE FALL FURTHER THE FLIGHT IN ME.
MY TENDER AGE IN
SORROW DID BEGIN :
AND STILL WITH SICKNESSES AND SHAME
THOU DID'ST SO PUNISH SIN,
THAT I BECAME
LET ME COMBINE, AND FEEL THIS DAY THY VICTORY, FOR, IF I IMP MY WING ON THINE, AFFLICTION SHALL ADVANCE THE FLIGHT IN ME. HOLY BAPTISM.
As he that sees a dark and shady grove,
Staýs not, but looks beyond it on the sky;
So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove More backward still, and to that water fly,
Which is above the heavens, whose spring and vent
Is in my dear Redeemer's pierced side.
do prevent And stop our sins from growing thick and wide,
Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow.
In you Redemption measures all my time,
And spreads the plaster equal to the crime : You taught the book of life my name, that so,
Whatever future sins should me miscall,
SINCE, Lord, to thee
A narrow way and little gate
Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
My faith in me.
O let me still