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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.
8. For Thorns were put into my Bed, Where I was wont to sleep: Grief is the pillow for my head, On which I lie and weep.
9. And if I slumber, up I start: My dreams awake my fears: The thorns have pierced head and heart; And drawn forth more than tears.
10. The stormy Rain an entrance hath, Through the uncovered top: How should I rest when showers of wrath Upon my conscience drop?
11. My goods I fear are gone to waste: The best I cannot find: The rest are in disorder cast: Which yet are left behind.
12. I locked my Jewel in my Chest: I'll search lest that be gone: If this one Guest had quit my breast, I had been quite undone.