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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.
1. Will Friends turn Foes? That cannot be: They were my greatest Foes before, That would have kept my Soul from thee, Their Malice now can do no more.
I'll bid these cruel Friends farewell: Even Satan would be such a Friend; He'd please and flatter me to Hell: And thither doth their friendship tend. He wants not Friends that hath thy Love, And may converse, and walk with thee: And with thy Saints here and above; With whom for ever I must be.
I'll bid these cruel Friends farewel: Even Satan would be such a Friend; He'd please and flatter me to Hell: And thither doth their friendship tend. He wants not Friends that hath thy Love, And may converse, and walk with thee: And with thy Saints here and above; With whom for ever I must be.
In the Communion of Saints, Is Wisdom, Safety and Delight: And when my heart declines and faints, It's raised by their Heat and Light. Thy Spirit in them speaks and prays: Their speech is holy, clean and quick: Dead hearted fools talk but of toys: Their speech and mirth even makes me sick.
In the Communion of Saints, Is Wisdom, Safety and Delight: And when my heart declines and faints, It's raised by their Heat and Light. Thy Spirit in them speaks and prayes: Their speech is holy, clean and quick: Dead hearted fools talk but of toyes: Their speech and mirth even makes me sick.