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My God, what is a heart,
That thou shouldst it so eye, and woo,
As if that thou hadst nothing else to do?
Indeed, man's whole estate
Amounts (and richly) to serve thee: He did not heaven and earth create, Yet studies them, not Him by whom they be.
Teach me thy love to know;
That this new light, which now I see, May both the work and workman show : Then by a Sunbeam I will climb to thee.
O THAT I Could a sin once see!
But God more care of us hath had,
By sight of sin we should grow mad.
So devils are our sins in prospective.
BLEST be the God of love,
Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day, Both to be busy and to play.
But much more blest be God above,
Who gave me sight alone,
Which to himself he did deny :
For when he sees my ways,
I die :
But I have got his Son, and he hath none.
What have I brought thee home
I ran; but all I brought, was foam.
Thy diet, care, and cost
Do end in bubbles, balls of wind;
Yet still thou goest on,
And now with darkness closest weary eyes,
Thus in thy Ebony box
And give new wheels to our disorder'd clocks.
I muse, which shows more love,
The day or night that is the gale, this th' harbour/;
My God, thou art all love.
Not one poor minute 'scapes thy breast,
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 spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
And wanton in thy cravings, thou may'st know,
SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence; and in your house of pleasure 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,
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,
But as cold hands are angry with the fire,
And mend it still;
So I do lay the want of my desire,
Not on my sins, or coldness, but thy will.
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.
MARK you the floor? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong,
And th' other black and grave, wherewith each one
The gentle rising, which on either hand
But the sweet cement, which in one sure band
HITHER Sometimes Sin steals, and stains
But all is cleansed when the Marble weeps.