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My God, what is a heart,
Pouring upon it all thy art,
Indeed, man's whole estate
He did not heaven and earth create,
Teach me thy love to know;
May both the work and workman show : Then by a Sunbeam I will climb to thee.
O THAT I could a sin once see!
Hath some good in him, all agree.
But God more care of us hath had,
By sight of sin we should grow mad. .
BlEst be the God of love,
Both to be busy and to play.
Who gave me sight alone,
For when he sees my ways, I die :
What have I brought thee home
Which this day's favour did beget ?
Thy diet, care, and cost
Of wind to thee whom I have crost,
Yet still thou goest on,
Saying to man, It doth suffice:
Thus in thy Ebony box
Put our amendment in our way,
I muse, which shows more love,
That is the walk, and this the arbour ;
My God, thou art all love.
But brings a favour from above;
WHILE that my soul repairs to her devotion,
My body to this school, that it may learn
To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And wanton in thy cravings, thou may'st know,
SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you : when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
A dainty lodging me assign'd.
Now I in you without a body move,
Rising and falling with your wings : We both together sweetly live and love,
Yet say sometimes, God help poor kings.
Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me,
Sure I shall do so, and much more : But if I travel in your company,
You know the way to heaven's door.
CHURCH LOCK AND KEY.
I know it is my sin, which locks thine ears,
And binds thy hands !
But as cold hands are angry with the fire,
And mend it still;
Yet hear, O God, only for His blood's sake,
Which pleads for me : For though sins plead too, yet like stones they make His blood's sweet current much more loud to be.
THE CHURCH FLOOR.
the floor? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong,
Is Patience :
And th' other black and grave, wherewith each one Is chequer'd all along,
The gentle rising, which on either hand
Leads to the quire above,
Is Confidence :
But the sweet cement, which in one sure band
Ties the whole frame, is Love
HITHER sometimes Sin steals, and stains
The Marble's neat and curious veins : But all is cleansed when the Marble weeps.