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The Saints' Everlasting Rest
The saints everlasting rest, or, A treatise of the blessed state of the saints in their enjoyment of God in glory wherein is showed its excellency and certainty, the misery of those that lose it, the way to attain it, and assurance of it, and how to live in the continual delightful forecasts of it and now published by Richard Baxter ...The saints everlasting rest, or, A treatise of the blessed state of the saints in their enjoyment of God in glory wherein is shewed its excellency and certainty, the misery of those that lose it, the way to attain it, and assurance of it, and how to live in the continual delightful forecasts of it and now published by Richard Baxter ...
London: printed by Rob. White for Thomas Underhil and Francis Tyton, 1650
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.
A Poem of Master I. Herbert's in his Temple.
A Poem of Master I. Herberts in his Temple.
HOME. Come Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay, Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick; My spirit gaspeth night and day. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
HOME. COme Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay, Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick; My spirit gaspeth night and day. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
How canst thou stay, considering the pace The blood did make which thou didst waste? When I behold it trickling down thy face, I never saw thing make such hast. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
How canst thou stay, considering the pace The blood did make which thou didst waste? When I behold it trickling down thy face, I never saw thing make such hast. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.