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The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county…
The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county of Kent, M.A.
London? : s.n., 1672
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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.
He's with the rest, the praise to Sing, Of our most loving Lord and King, These no dissenting Brethren be, But all as one, in one agree. One mouth, one mind, one heart, one way, No strife, which side shall bear the sway. (All doubts resolved, all knots untied, All Truth i'th God of Truth espied,) With hottest love they there embrace Each other, full of perfect grace: Their glory's great, their wealth is vast, But oh the pleasure that they taste I'th Tree of Life, and in the sight Of that blest face, that's all delight: What Tongue can tell? what mind can think? What joy 'tis of this Spring to drink.
He's with the rest, the praise to Sing, Of our most loving Lord and King, These no dissenting Brethren be, But all as one, in one agree. One mouth, one mind, one heart, one way, No strife, which side shall bear the sway. (All doubts resolv'd, all knots unty'd, All Truth i'th God of Truth espy'd,) With hottest love they there embrace Each other, full of perfect grace: Their glory's great, their wealth is vast, But oh the pleasure that they tast I'th Tree of Life, and in the sight Of that blest face, that's all delight: What Tongue can tell? what mind can think? What joy 'tis of this Spring to drink.
Go fawning World, tempt me no more, With thy skin deep fading store, Thy best, thy whole is but a Toy To that these happy souls enjoy. My God invites to Angels fare, To which thy Trash cannot compare. ⟨p. 96⟩On Swinish Husks why should I feed, When I may eat what's Meat indeed.
Go fawning World, tempt me no more, With thy skin deep fading store, Thy best, thy whole is but a Toy To that these happy souls enjoy. My God invites to Angels fare, To which thy Trash cannot compare. ⟨p. 96⟩On Swinish Huskes why should I feed, When I may eat what's Meat indeed.