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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.
5. Must I forsake the Soil and Air, Where first I drew my vital breath? That way may be as near and fair: Thence I may come to thee by death. All Countries are my Father's Lands: Thy Sun, thy Love doth shine on all: We may in all lift up pure hands, And with acceptance on thee call.
Those banished are that go from thee, Strange to thy Service, Love and Grace: And, lost in sin, do never see Thy Kingdom, and thy pleased face. May but my Soul dwell near my God, And walk with him in Faith and Love, No matter where be my abode, Till to his Glory I remove.
Those banish'd are that go from thee, Strange to thy Service, Love and Grace: And, lost in sin, do never see Thy Kingdom, and thy pleased face. May but my Soul dwell near my God, And walk with him in Faith and Love, No matter where be my abode, Till to his Glory I remove.
6. What if in Prison I must dwell? May I not there converse with thee? Save me from sin, thy wrath, and Hell, Call me thy Child; and I am free. No walls or bars can keep thee out: None can confine a holy Soul: The Streets of Heaven it walks about; None can its Liberty control.
6. What if in Prison I must dwell? May I not there converse with thee? Save me from sin, thy wrath, and Hell, Call me thy Child; and I am free. No walls or bars can keep thee out: None can confine a holy Soul: The Streets of Heav'n it walks about; None can its Liberty controul.