Thou shutt❜st the door, and keep'st within; Scarce a good joy creeps through the chink: And if the braves of conquering sin Did not excite Thee, we should wholly sink. Lord, though we change, Thou art the same; The same sweet God of love and light : Restore this day, for Thy great Name, Unto his ancient and miraculous right. GRACE. My stock lies dead, and no increase Drop from above! If still the sun should hide his face, The dew doth every morning fall; Death is still working like a mole, Let grace work too, and on my soul Sin is still hammering my heart Let suppling grace, to cross his art, O come! for Thou dost know the way To write a verse or two, is all the praise Mend my estate in any ways, I go to Church; help me to wings, and I Or, if I mount unto the sky, Man is all weakness; there is no such thing His arm is short; yet with a sling E A herb distill'd, and drunk, may dwell next door, To a brave soul: exalt the poor, O raise me then! Poor bees, that work all day, Who have a work, as well as they, AFFLICTION. KILL me not every day, Thou Lord of life! since Thy one death for me Is more than all my deaths can be, Though I in broken pay Die over each hour of Methusalem's stay. If all men's tears were let Into one common sewer, sea, and brine; What were they all, compared to Thine? They would discolor Thy most bloody sweat. By way of imprest, all my future moan. MATINS. I CANNOT ope mine eyes, But Thou art ready there to catch Then we must needs for that day make a match. My God, what is a heart? 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: 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. SIN. O THAT I Could a sin once see! Sin is flat opposite to the Almighty, seeing But God more care of us hath had : By sight of sin we should grow mad. EVEN-SONG. 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, For when He sees my ways, I die: But I have got His Son, and He hath none. |