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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.
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. ⟨p. 78⟩Whilst I forgot thee, thou didst bear: Thy kindness did invite me home: O rack me not with grief and fear! Kill me not Lord, now I am come.
9. Folly dwelt in my childish breast; Sin rob'd me of my youthful daies: Let not thy wrath cut off the rest, And stifle thine intended praise. ⟨p. 78⟩Whilst I forgot thee, thou didst bear: Thy kindness did invite me home: O rack me not with grief and fear! Kill me not Lord, now I am come.
10. The silent Dust speaks not thy fame: Nor in dark Graves art thou renowned: The living Saints declare thy Name, And in thy Church thy Praises sound. Yet let me with thy household dwell; Though I be numbered with thy Poor: And with thy Saints thy Wonders tell, Although I sit behind thy door.
10. The silent Dust speaks not thy fame: Nor in dark Graves art thou renown'd: The living Saints declare thy Name, And in thy Church thy Praises sound. Yet let me with thy houshold dwell; Though I be numbred with thy Poor: And with thy Saints thy Wonders tell, Although I sit behind thy door.