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Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business…
Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business and language of husbandry. A work adapted unto the grand purposes of piety; and commended therefore by a number of ministers, to be entertained in the families of the country. : [One line from I Corinthians]Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business and language of husbandry. A work adapted unto the grand purposes of piety; and commended therefore by a number of ministers, to be entertained in the families of the countrey. : [One line from I Corinthians]
Boston: printed by T. Fleet for D. Henchman, 1727
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Georgica Sacra. The SOWING Of the Field. › The SOWER a Singer.
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.
[1.] When the Seed of thy Word is cast On such a Beaten Road; Let not the Fruit of all be lost, Nor under Foot be trod. May't be no Unattentive Heart, When There thy Lessons fall; Let not Hell's Harpies do their part To rob me of them all.
[1.] When the Seed of thy Word is cast On such a Beaten Road; Let not the Fruit of all be lost, Nor under Foot be trod. May't be no Unattentive Heart, When There thy Lessons fall; Let not Hell's Harpyes do their part To rob me of them all.
[2.] Oh, Do not leave my Heart to be An Unaffected Stone, Where Heavens Eye no Fruit will see, But what will soon be gone. Let there be found of PIETY In me a Root so deep, As from a vile Apostasy Will me for ever keep.
[2.] Oh, Do not leave my Heart to be An Unaffected Stone, Where Heavens Eye no Fruit will see, But what will soon be gone. Let there be found of PIETY In me a Root so deep, As from a vile Apostacy Will me for ever keep.
[3.] Lord, Let not worldly Lusts and Cares Thy Work in me annoy; Choke all good Fruit; and prove the snares That shall my Soul destroy. Ye Cursed Thorns I deprecate All your Entanglements. My SAVIOUR, Let not these defeat Thy Gospels kind Intents.
[3.] Lord, Let not worldly Lusts and Cares Thy Work in me annoy; Choak all good Fruit; and prove the snares That shall my Soul destroy. Ye Cursed Thorns I deprecate All your Entanglements. My SAVIOUR, Let not these defeat Thy Gospels kind Intents.