As they have done, to our eternal shame, Let's as door-keepers in thine house attend, THE CLERK. THE Church's Bible-Clerk attends Her Prayers with Amen ; And takes them out again; Is humble-minded, and industrious handed, Doth nothing of himself, but as commanded. All that the Vessels of the Lord Do bear with one accord Must study to be pure, As they are if his holy eye He cannot it endure; But most expecteth to be sanctified In those come nearest him, and glorified. Psalms then are always tuned best, The holy Penman's heart: All Music is but discord where That wants, or doth not bear Voices, without affections answerable, When best, to God are most abominable. Though in the blessed Sacraments Are but as husks and shells; Yet he that knows the kernel's worth, Some Aromatic smells, Will not esteem it waste, lest, Judas-like, Lord, without whom we cannot tell And answer thy command: So that, not we alone, but thou may'st say THE OVERSEER OF THE POOR. THE Church's Almoner takes care, that none Shall unprovided be Of maintenance, or employment; those alone, Or riotous excess, Condemns to needless want, he leaves to be Thou gracious Lord, rich in thyself, dost give Upbraiding none. Thine eye Is open upon all. In thee we live, Q We move, and have our being: For the poor with thee: they are thy special charge; Four sorts of poor there are, with whom thou deal'st. That none hath reason to complain: thou heal'st If there be any found Hurt by themselves, thou leavest them to endure Some in the world are poor, but rich in faith : Of inward comforts and contentments hath. And their estate is blest, In this above the rest, It was thy choice, whilst thou on earth didst stay, Some poor in spirit in the world are rich, And no man needs to grutch Their happiness, who to maintain that pitch, Nor easily can withstand The strong temptations that attend on riches: Mountains are more exposed to storms than ditches. Some rich in the world are spiritually poor, Who may perchance have place In the Church upon earth; but Heaven's door Too narrow is to admit Such camels in at it, Till they sell all they have, that field to buy, Some spiritually poor, and destitute Of in the world are poor, Begging from door to door, Accursed both in God's and man's repute, Tutor'd they learn to prize Hungering and thirsting after righteousness, Lord, make me poor in spirit, and relieve No want of worldly pelf Shall make me discontented, fret and grieve. But, above all the rest, Condemn me not unto the hell of riches, Without thy grace to countercharm the witches. THE CHURCH-WARDEN. THE Church's guardian takes care to keep Unwilling that any decay should creep Nothing defaced, Nothing displaced He likes; but most doth long and love to see Lord, thou not only supervisor art Of all our works, but in all those, Which we dare own, thine is the chiefest part; Nor can we tell What we should do, unless by thee directed: That which we think ourselves to mend, we mar, And often make it ten times worse: Reforming of Religion by war Is the chymic blessing of a curse. Great odds it is That we shall miss Of what we looked for : Thine ends cannot By any but by thine own means be got. "Tis strange we so much dote upon our own. Deformity, and others scorn; As if ourselves were beautiful alone; When that which did us most adorn Such decency and order, as did place us Is not thy daughter glorious within, When clothed in needle-work without? |