Yet, for I threatened oft the siege to raise, Not simpering all mine age, Thou often didst with academic praise Melt and disolve my rage. Yet lest perchance I should too happy be Turning my purge to food, Thou throwest me Thus doth Thy power cross-bias me, not making None of my books will show: I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just. Yet, though Thou troublest me, I must be meek; Ah, my dear God! though I am clean forgot, REPENTANCE LORD, I confess my sin is great Great is my sin. O! gently treat Is one undressing, A steady aiming at a tomb. Man's age is two hours' work, or three; If life be told From what life feeleth, Adam's fall. O let Thy height of mercy then My foolishness: My God, accept of my confession. Sweeten at length this bitter bowl, Which Thou hast poured into my soul; Thy wormwood turn to health, winds to fair weather: For if Thou stay, I and this day, As we did rise, we die together. When Thou for sin rebukest man, Forthwith he waxeth woe and wan: Bitterness fills our bowels; all our hearts Pine, and decay, And drop away, And carry with them the other parts. But Thou wilt sin and grief destroy; That so the broken bones may joy, And tune together in a well-set song, Full of His praises Who dead men raises. Fractures well cured make us more strong. FAITH LORD, how couldst Thou so much appease Thy wrath for sin, as when man's sight was dim, And could see little, to regard his ease, And bring by Faith all things to him? Hungry I was, and had no meat: There is a rare outlandish root, I owed thousands and much more: I did believe that I did nothing owe, And lived accordingly; my creditor Believes so too, and lets me go. Faith makes me anything, or all That I believe is in the sacred story: And when sin placeth me in Adam's fall, Faith sets me higher in his glory. If I go lower in the book What can be lower than the common manger? If bliss had lien in art or strength, A peasant may believe as much As a great clerk, and reach the highest stature. Thus dost Thou make proud knowledge bend and crouch, While grace fills up uneven nature. When creatures had no real light Inherent in them, Thou didst make the sun, Impute a lustre, and allow them bright: And in this shew what Christ hath done. That which before was darkened clean With bushy groves, pricking the looker's eye, Vanished away, when Faith did change the scene: And then appeared a glorious sky. What though my body run to dust? Faith cleaves unto it, counting every grain, With an exact and most particular trust, Reserving all for flesh again. PRAYER PRAYER, the Church's banquet, Angel's age, God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth; Engine against the Almighty, sinner's tower, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six-days' world-transposing in an hour, A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear; Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss, Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices, something understood. HOLY COMMUNION NOT in rich furniture, or fine array, NOT Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To me dost now Thyself convey; For so Thou shouldst without me still have been, Leaving within me sin : But by the way of nourishment and strength, Making Thy way my rest, And Thy small quantities my length; Which spread their forces into every part, Meeting sin's force and art. Yet can these not get over to my soul, Our souls and fleshly hearts; |