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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.
O loose this frame; this knot of man untie, That my free soul may use her wing, Which now is pinioned with mortality As an entangled, hampered thing. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
O loose this frame; this knot of man unty, That my free soul may use her wing, Which now is pinion'd with mortality As an entangled, hamper'd thing. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
What have I left that I should stay and groan? The most of me to Heaven is fled: My thoughts and joys are all packed up and gone, And for their old acquaintance plead. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
What have I left that I should stay and grone? The most of me to Heav'n is fled: My thoughts and joyes are all pack't up and gone, And for their old acquaintance plead. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
Come dearest Lord; pass not this holy season; My flesh and bones and joints do pray; And even my verse, when by the rhyme and reason The word is, Stay, say's ever, Come. O show thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.
Come dearest Lord; pass not this holy season; My flesh and bones and joints do pray; And even my verse, when by the rhyme and reason The word is, Stay, say's ever, Come. O shew thy self to me, Or take me up to thee.