XXXV. WHITSUNDAY. Nay, startle not to hear that rushing wind, Wherewith this place is shaken: Attend a while, and thou shalt quickly find, How much thou art mistaken; If thou think here Seest thou not how on those twelve reverend heads Sit cloven tongues of fire ? And as the rumour of that wonder spreads, The multitude admire To see it: and To hear at once so great variety Of language from them come, Of whom they dare be bold to say they be Bred no where but at home, And never were Mock not, profane despisers of the spirit, unknown : This earnest he hath sent, who must inherit All nations as his own : That they may know Now that he is ascended up on high To his celestial throne, And hath led captive all captivity, He'll not receive alone, But likewise give To all that live by him, that they may be, In his due time, each one, Partakers with him in his victory, Nor he triumph alone; But take all his To fit them for which blessed state of glory, This is his agent here : To publish to the World that happy story, Always, and every where, This resident Heaven's lieger upon earth to counter-work The mines that Satan made, And bring to light those enemies, that lurk Under sin’s gloomy shade: That hell may not Thus Babel's curse, confusion, is retrieved ; Diversity of tongues And to prevent all wrongs, One faith unites O let his entertainment then be such, As doth him best befit: Whatever he requireth think not much Freely to yield him it: For who doth this XXXVI. TRINITY SUNDAY. GRACE, Wit, and Art, assist me; for I see That sooner may With light away, Stay, busy soul, presume not to enquire The Trinity In Trinity, And who most magnifies best understands, When most they try Fall short, and lie, Faith must perform the office of invention, Not tongues, but eyes Best solemnize Then write non ultra here; Look not for leave And it shall be Himself doth see, XXXVII. INVITATION. Turn in, my Lord, turn in to me; Mine heart's a homely place ; And fill it with thy grace : It was thy lodging once before, It builded was by thee: But I to sin set ope the door, It render'd was by me. And so thy building was defaced, And in thy room another placed. But he usurps, the right is thine : O dispossess him, Lord. He's gone at the first word. Now say to sin, depart: And, Son give me thine heart. Thou, that by saying, Let it be, didst make it, Canst, if thou wilt, by saying, Give't me, take it. |