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Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self
Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.
London: printed for B. Simmons, 1681
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
As for my House, it was my Tent, While there I waited on thy Flock: That work is done; that time is spent: There neither was my Home nor Stock. Would I in all my Journey have Still the same Inn and Furniture? Or ease and pleasant dwellings crave, Forgetting what thy Saints endure?
My Lord hath taught me how to want A place wherein to put my head: While he is mine, I'll be content, To beg or lack my daily bread. Heaven is my roof, Earth is my floor: Thy Love can keep me dry and warm: Christ and thy Bounty are my store: Thy Angels guard me from all harm.
My Lord hath taught me how to want A place wherein to put my head: While he is mine, I'll be content, To beg or lack my daily bread. Heav'n is my roof, Earth is my floor: Thy Love can keep me dry and warm: Christ and thy Bounty are my store: Thy Angels guard me from all harm.
As for my Friends, they are not lost: The several Vessels of thy Fleet, Though parted now by Tempests tossed, Shall safely in the Haven meet. Still we are centred all in thee; Members though distant, of one Head: In the same Family we be By the same Faith and Spirit led.
As for my Friends, they are not lost: The several Vessels of thy Fleet, Though parted now by Tempests tost, Shall safely in the Haven meet. Still we are centred all in thee; Members though distant, of one Head: In the same Family we be By the same Faith and Spirit led.