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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.
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.
12. I lock'd my Jewel in my Chest: I'le search lest that be gone: If this one Guest had quit my breast, I had been quite undone.
13. I know it's Sin that did all this: For nothing else could do it: I'll charge upon it all I miss, And with the Law pursue it.
13. I know it's Sin that did all this: For nothing else could do it: I'le charge upon it all I miss, And with the Law pursue it.