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ALL after pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,
With full cry of affections, quite astray; I took up in the next Inn I could find.
There when I came, whom found I but my dear,
My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief
Of pleasures brought me to him, ready there To be all passengers' most sweet relief?
O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
Wrapt in night's mantle, stole into a manger; Since
dark soul and brutish is thy right, To Man of all beasts be not thou a stranger :
Furnish and deck my soul, that thou may’st have A better lodging, than a rack, or grave.
The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymn for thee? My soul's a shepherd too : a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is thy word ; the streams, thy grace
Enriching all the place.
Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers
Out-sing the daylight hours.
Take up his place and right :
Himself the candle hold,
I will go searching, till I find a Sun
Shall stay, till we have done ;
As frost-nipt Suns look sadly.
And one another pay :
His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine,
LORD, with what bounty and rare clemency
If thou hadst let us run,
And thought his god most brave;
Thou hast but two rare Cabinets full of treasure,
Thou hast unlock'd them both,
The work of thy creation
The statelier Cabinet is the Trinity,
Therefore thou dost not show
The dust into our eyes ;
But all thy sweets are pack'd up in the other ;
That, as the first affrights,
Because this box we know ;
But man is close, reserved, and dark to thee;
He cavils instantly
Sins have their box apart,
SIGHS AND GROANS.
O do not use me
O do not bruise me!
O do not urge me! For what account can thy ill steward make ? I have abused thy stock, destroy'd thy woods, Suck'd all thy magazines : my head did ache, Till it found out how to consume thy goods :
O do not scourge me!
O do not blind me! I have deserved that an Egyptian night Should thicken all my powers ; because my lust
Hath still sew'd fig-leaves to exclude thy light :
O do not grind me!
O do not fill me
my Saviour emptied hath, Even unto death : since he died for my good,
O do not kill me!
But 0, reprieve me! For thou hast life and death at thy command ; Thou art both Judge and Saviour, feast and rod, Cordial and Corrosive : put not thy hand Into the bitter box; but, O
My God, relieve me !
Love built a stately house ; where Fortune came :
Then Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion,
Then enter'd Sin, and with that Sycamore,
Then Sin combined with Death in a firm band,
COLOSSIANS III. 3.
OUR LIFE IS HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD.”
My words and thoughts do both express
this notion, That Life hath with the sun a double motion. The first Is straight, and our diurnal friend ; The other Hid, and doth obliquely bend. One life is wrapt In flesh, and tends to earth : The otherwinds toward Him, whose happy birth Taught me to live here so, That still one eye Should aim and shoot at that which Is on high ; Quitting with daily labour all My pleasure, To gain at harvest eternal Treasure.