The wolfe part of the better oft doth win: The scent would choak me, were it not that Grace With odours of the Spirit, which do eafe me, And of myfelf tranfgreffions only please me. And tenancy at will, what could I grant O fpeak the word, and make these inmates flee: The Curb.: PEACE, rebel-thought; doft thou not know thy King, My God, is here? Cannot his prefence, if no other thing, Or were he abfent, all the standers-by And well he knows, if thou fhould't it deny, If others will not, yet I muft and will," My God, ev'n now a bafe rebellious thought And fubt'ly twining with me would have wrought Fain he would have me to believe, that fin, And thou might both Take up my heart together for your inn, The other's company; a while sit still, Tell me, my God, how this may be redrest. And I the guilty party have confest. And I refuse not punishment for this, So I may learn to do no more amifs, Correct me, if thou wilt; but teach me theu Lord of my life, methinks I heard thee say, The fault, that is confeft, is done away, How can I fin again, and wrong thee then, And cease thine anger ftraight, as foon as men No, rebel-thought; for if thou move again, The Loss. THE match is made Between my love and me: And therefore glad, And merry now I'll be. Come Glory, crown My head And pleasures drown My bed M 5 WH HITHER, Oh! whither is my Lord departed? What can my love, that is fo tender-hearted, Forfake the foul, which once he thorough darted, As if it never smarted? No, fure my love is here, if I could find him: O no, I mind him not fo as I ought; But I have wounded him, that made me found; Tell me, oh! tell me, (thou alone canft tell) Without thee none is well. Or, if thou be'ft not gone, but only hideft To feek and find thee by. Elfe here I'll lie, For, if thou live in me, and I in thee, For, tho' thou be the Judge thyself, I have Thou wilt not fail to fave. Oh! feek, and find me then; or else deny The Return. O, now my love appears; Lo My tears Have clear'd mine eyes: I fee 'Tis he. Thanks, blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell; By this I fee I must Not truft My joys unto myself : Of too fecure, and too prefumptuous pleasure So coy To be offended fo, And go So fuddenly away? As if enjoying Full pleasure and contentment were annoying, Joys, amongst other things And watch their opportunities of flight, But, is't enough for me! To be Inftructed to be wife? I'll rife, |