What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see Thy full-eyed love! When Thou shalt look us out of pain, And one aspect of Thine spend in delight More than a thousand suns disburse in light, In Heaven above. THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM. THE God of love my shepherd is, He leads me to the tender grass, Or, if I stray, He doth convert, And all this not for my desert, Yea, in death's shady black abode For Thou art with me, and Thy rod N Nay, Thou dost make me sit and dine, Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love And, as it never shall remove, MARY MAGDALEN. WHEN blessed Mary wiped her Saviour's feet, With pensive humbleness would live and tread : She being stain'd herself, why did she strive Deeper than they in words, and works, and thoughts. Dear soul, she knew Who did vouchsafe and deign To bear her filth, and that her sins did dash E'en God Himself: wherefore she was not loath, So to bring in wherewith to wash; AARON. HOLINESS on the head; Profaneness in my head; Defects and darkness in my breast; Only another head I have; another heart and breast; Another music, making live, not dead; Without Whom I could have no rest: In Him I am well drest. Christ is my only head; My alone only heart and breast; My only music, striking me e'en dead; That to the old man I may rest, And be in Him new drest. So, holy in my head; Perfect and light in my dear breast; My doctrine tuned by Christ, who is not dead, THE ODOR. 2 COR. II. How sweetly doth My Master sound! My Master! As ambergris leaves a rich scent Unto the taster, So do these words a sweet content, An oriental fragrancy, My Master. With these all day I do perfume my mind, What cordials make this curious broth, My Master, shall I speak? O that to Thee My Servant were a little so, As flesh may be; That these two words might creep To some degree of spiciness to Thee! and grow Then should the pomander, which was before For pardon of my imperfection Would warm and work it sweeter than before. For when My Master, which alone is sweet, My Servant, as Thee not displeasing, This breathing would with gains, by sweetening me, (As sweet things traffic when thy meet,) Return to Thee: And so this new commerce and sweet Should all my life employ, and busy me. THE FOIL. If we could see below The sphere of virtue, and each shining grace, God hath made stars the foil To set off virtues; griefs to set off sinning: As if grief were not foul, nor virtue winning. |