A fervent figh might well have blown
Our innocent earth to heaven.

For fure when Adam did not know
To fin, or fin to fmother;

He might to heaven from Paradise go,
As from one room to another.

Thou haft restored us to this ease
By this thy heavenly blood,

Which I can go to, when I please,
And leave the earth to their food.

Cho.

23. Antiphon.

ET all the world in every corner fing,
My God and King.

Vers. The heavens are not too high,

His praise may thither fly:

The earth is not too low,

His praises there may grow.

Cho. Let all the world in every corner fing,

My God and King.

Vers. The Church with pfalms must shout,
No door can keep them out:

But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part.

Cho. Let all the world in every corner fing,
My God and King.

24. Love.

I.

MMORTAL Love, author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out thy glorious name, And thrown it on that duft which thou haft made,

While mortal love doth all the title gain!
Which fiding with invention, they together
Bear all the sway, poffeffing heart and brain,
(Thy workmanship) and give thee share in neither.

Wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit:

The world is theirs; they two play out the game, Thou standing by: and though thy glorious name Wrought our deliverance from the infernal pit,

Who fings thy praise? only a scarf or glove
Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love.

2.

MMORTAL Heat, O let thy greater flame

Attract the leffer to it: let those fires

Which shall confume the world, first make it tame, And kindle in our hearts fuch true defires,

As

may confume our lufts, and make thee way. Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our All her inventions on thine Altar lay,

[brain And there in hymns fend back thy fire again :

Our
eyes shall see thee, which before saw duft;
Duft blown by wit, till that they both were blind :
Thou shalt recover all thy goods in kind,

Who wert diffeized by ufurping luft:

All knees fhall bow to thee; all wits shall rise, And praise him who did make and mend our eyes.

25. The Temper.

OW should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes

Gladly engrave thy love in steel,

If what my foul doth feel fometimes,
My foul might ever feel!

Although there were fome forty heavens, or more,
Sometimes I peer above them all ;
Sometimes I hardly reach a score,
Sometimes to hell I fall.

O rack me not to fuch a vast extent;
Those distances belong to thee:
The world's too little for thy tent,
A grave too big for me.

Wilt thou meet arms with man, that thou dost stretch

A crumb of duft from heaven to hell?

Will

great God measure with a wretch?
Shall he thy ftature spell?

O let me, when thy roof my foul hath hid,
O let me rooft and neftle there:

Then of a finner thou art rid,

And I of hope and fear.

Yet take thy way; for fure thy way is best:
Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor :
This is but tuning of my breast,

To make the mufic better.

Whether I fly with angels, fall with duft,
Thy hands made both, and I am there.
Thy power and love, my love and trust,
Make one place every where.

Lord! if thou must needs use thy dart,

Save that, and me; or fin for both destroy.

The groffer world ftands to thy word and art;
But thy diviner world of
grace

Thou fuddenly doft raise and raze,

And every day a new Creator art.

O fix thy chair of

grace, that all my powers

May alfo fix their reverence:

For when thou doft depart from hence,

They grow unruly, and fit in thy bowers.

Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee:

Though elements change, and heaven move; Let not thy higher Court remove, But keep a standing Majefty in me.

27. Jordan.

HO fays that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair? May no lines pafs, except they do their duty Not to a true, but painted chair?