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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.
14. To him I did my self entrust, When first I did for Heaven embark: And he hath proved kind and just: Still I am with him in his Ark. Couldest thou expect to see no Seas? Nor feel no tossing wind or wave? It is enough that from all these Thy faithful Pilot will thee save.
14. To him I did my self entrust, When first I did for Heav'n imbark: And he hath proved kind and just: Still I am with him in his Ark. Could'st thou expect to see no Seas? Nor feel no tossing wind or wave? It is enough that from all these Thy faithful Pilot will thee save.
15. Lord let me not my Covenant break: Once I did all to thee resign: Only the words of comfort speak, And tell my Soul that I am thine. It's no Death when Souls hence depart, If thou depart not from the Soul: Fill with thy Love my fainting heart, And I'll not fading flesh condole.
16. Health is but Sickness with thy frowns: Life with thy wrath is worse than Death: My comforts thy displeasure drowns, And into groans tunes all my breath. Where is that Faith, and Hope, and Love, By which thou markest all thy Saints? Thy Joys would all my griefs remove, And raise this heart that daily faints.
16. Health is but Sickness with thy frowns: Life with thy wrath is worse than Death: My comforts thy displeasure drowns, And into groans tunes all my breath. Where is that Faith, and Hope, and Love, By which thou markest all thy Saints? Thy Joyes would all my griefs remove, And raise this heart that daily faints.