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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.
Shall I be strange unto my Head? The World of Knowledge, Love and Joys? Conversing here among the Dead, And taken up with Dreams and Toys? And strange to Angels, who attend On Man, and in his good delight; And, though unseen, do us defend; Ministering for us day and night?
Shall I be strange unto my Head? The World of Knowledge, Love and Joyes? Conversing here among the Dead, And taken up with Dreams and Toyes? And strange to Angels, who attend On Man, and in his good delight; And, though unseen, do us defend; Ministring for us day and night?
Am I the first that go this way? How many Saints are gone before? How many enter every day Into thy Kingdom by this door? Christ was once dead, and in a Grave: Yet conquered Death, and rose again: And by this Method he will save His Servants that with him shall Reign.
Am I the first that go this way? How many Saints are gone before? How many enter every day Into thy Kingdom by this door? Christ was once dead, and in a Grave: Yet conquer'd Death, and rose again: And by this Method he will save His Servants that with him shall Reign.
Shall I draw back and fear the End Of all my Sorrows, Tears and Pain? To which my Life and Labours tend,! Without which all had been in vain? Can I for ever be content Without true Happiness and Rest? Is Earth become so excellent, That I should take it for my best?