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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.
The Second Part.
7. All this is just, Lord, I confess; I staid too long ere I came in: And how should healing grace do less, When I brought with me so much sin? Much Pride and Vanity I kept: Too oft my heart was looking back: Though God stood by me, yet I slept: Heaven was at hand; yet I grew slack.
7. All this is just, Lord, I confess; I staid too long ere I came in: And how should healing grace do less, When I brought with me so much sin? Much Pride and Vanity I kept: Too oft my heart was looking back: Though God stood by me, yet I slept: Heav'n was at hand; yet I grew slack.
Spare Lord, and pity thy poor dust! That fled into thy Ark for Peace! O cause my Soul on thee to trust! And do not my distress increase. O keep up life and peace within! If I must feel thy chastening Rod; Yet kill not me, but kill my sin; And let me know, thou art My God.
9. Folly dwelt in my childish breast; Sin robbed me of my youthful days: Let not thy wrath cut off the rest, And stifle thine intended praise.