The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations, with A priest to the temple, or The country parson. With a life of the author, by J. Lupton1865 |
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AFFLICTION art thou Bemerton blessing blood brave breast breath catechizing charity Christ church CHURCH MONUMENTS Country Parson cure dear death delight discourse divine door doth drest dust e'en earth eyes fear flesh flower fruit give glorious glory God's grace grief grow Hast thou hath hear heart heaven heaven's gate holy honour HOXTON SQUARE King labour let thy light live look Lord lust lute mend mind mirth never night once parish peace pleasure poor posy praise thee pray prayers Saviour sermons servants shame shine show thyself sick sigh sing sins sorrow soul stars stay sure sweet SWEET day sweet sacrifice tears thine things thou art thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast thou shalt thoughts thy hand thy love thy praise truth truth no beauty unto virtue weep Wherefore wind words
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Stran 181 - I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, He would adore My gifts instead of Me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.
Stran 213 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine ; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
Stran 173 - I STRUCK the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the winde, as large as store.
Stran 98 - The stars have us to bed: Night draws the curtain which the sun withdraws; Music and light attend our head ; All things unto our flesh are kind In their descent and being; to our mind In their ascent and cause.
Stran 98 - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of, in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him, When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Stran xiv - Ferrar, and tell him, he shall find in it a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed betwixt God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus, my Master in whose service I have now found perfect freedom ; desire him to read it ; and then, if he can think it may turn to the advantage of any dejected poor soul, let it be made public ; if not, let him burn it ; for I and it are less than the least of God's mercies.
Stran 16 - Sum up at night, what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul : mark the decay And growth of it : if with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both ; since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Stran 314 - Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most Mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty. And in thy majesty ride prosperously, because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
Stran 189 - And now in age I bud again ; After so many deaths I live and write ; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night!
Stran 79 - And did enclose this light for His : That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss. Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.