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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.
When man was lost, thy pity looked about, To see what help in th'' earth or sky: But there was none; at least no help without; The help did in thy bosom lye. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
When man was lost, thy pity look't about, To see what help in th' earth or skie: But there was none; at least no help without; The help did in thy bosome lye. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
There lay thy Son: and must he leave that nest, That hive of sweetness, to remove Thraldom from those, who would not at a feast Leave one poor apple for thy love? O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
There lay thy Son: and must he leave that nest, That hive of sweetness, to remove Thraldome from those, who would not at a feast Leave one poor apple for thy love? O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
He did, he came. O my Redeemer dear, After all this canst thou be strange? So many years baptized, and not appear? As if thy Love could fail or change. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
He did, he came. O my Redeemer dear, After all this canst thou be strange? So many yeers baptiz'd, and not appear? As if thy Love could fail or change. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,