B CHURCH SERVICE. LEST be the God of harmony and love! The God above! And Holy Dove! Whose interceding, spirituall grone For dust, and stones; For dust in every part, But a hard, stonie heart. 2. O how in this Thy quire of souls I stand, -Propt by Thy hand— A heap of sand! Which busie thoughts-like winds-would scatter quite, And put to flight, But for Thy might; Thy hand alone doth tame Those blasts, and knit my frame; And in this musick, by Thy martyrs' bloud Seal'd and made good, Present, O God, The eccho of these stones, My sighes and grones! BURIALL. THOU! the first-fruits of the dead, And their dark bed, When I am cast into that deep And senseless sleep: Thou great Preserver of all men ! Watch o're that loose, And empty house, Which I sometimes' liv'd in. 2. It is—in truth-a ruin'd peece, Not worth Thy eyes; And scarce a room, but wind and rain The seats, and cells within; Led by Thy love wouldst stoop thus low, And in this cott, All filth and spott, Didst with Thy servant inne.2 1 = some time. Cf. Indices of words in our Lord Brooke &c. &c. G. 2 = dwell. Cf. Index of words in our Phineas Fletcher, as in Giles Fletcher, &c. &c. G. F 3. And nothing can, I hourely see, Drive Thee from me. Thou art the same, faithfull and just In life, or dust. Though then-thus crumm'd-I stray In blasts, Or exhalations, and wasts, Beyond all eyes, Yet Thy love spies That change, and knows Thy clay. 4. The world's Thy boxe: how then-there tostCan I be lost? But the delay is all: Tyme now Is old, and slow; His wings are dull, and sickly. : Thy servant is, and waits on Thee. Cutt then the summe: Lord, haste, Lord, come, come, Lord Jesus, quickly! ROMANS] CAP. 8. VER. 23. And not only they, but our selves also, which have the first fruits of the Spirit, even wee our selves grone within our selves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body. 膠 CHEARFULNESS. JORD, with what courage, and delight I doe each thing, When Thy least breath sustaines my I shine, and move Like those above, And-with much gladnesse Quitting sadnesse Make me faire dayes of every night. 2. Affliction thus meere pleasure is ; If Thou be in't, 'tis welcome still. But since Thy rayes In sunnic dayes Thou dost thus lend, And freely spend, Ah! what shall I return for this? 3. O that I were all soul! that Thou Wouldst make each part Of this poor, sinfull frame, pure heart! Then would I drown My single one; And to Thy praise A consort raise Of hallelujahs here below. ¶ [FAR OFF]. URE, there's a tye of bodyes! and as they Love languisheth, and memory doth rust For things thus center'd, without beames, or action, And man is such a marygold, these fled, That shuts, and hangs the head. 2. 2 Absents within the Line conspire, and sense Things distant doth unite; Herbs sleep unto the East, and some fowles thence Watch the returns of light. G. 1 = the act of touching, now contact.' G. 2 The meaning here is somewhat obscure, but see our Memorial-Introduction for several parallel uses of 'line'. |