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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.
Yet if thou stayest still, why must I stay? My God, what is this world to me? This world of woe? Hence, all ye clouds, away, Away; I must get up and see. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
Yet if thou stayest still, why must I stay? My God, what is this world to me? This world of wo? Hence, all ye clouds, away, Away; I must get up and see. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee,
What is this weary world: This meat and drink, That chain's us by the teeth so fast? What is this woman-kind, which I can wink Into a blackness and distaste? O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
What is this weary world: This meat and drink, That chain's us by the teeth so fast? What is this woman-kinde, which I can wink Into a blackness and distaste? O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
With one small sigh thou gavest me th'' other day, I blasted all the joys about me; And scowling on them as they pined away, Now come again, said I, and flout me. O show thy self to me. Or take me up to thee.
With one small sigh thou gav'st me th' other day, I blasted all the joyes about me; And scouling on them as they pin'd away, Now come again, said I, and flout me. O shew thy self to me. Or take me up to thee.