Prayer. PRAGod's breath in man returning to his birth, the Church's banquet, angels' age, The foul in paraphrafe, heart in pilgrimage, The chriftian plummet founding heav'n and earth; Engine against th' Almighty, finner's tow'r, Reverfed thunder, Chrift's fide-pierceing spear, The fix-days world tranfpofing in an hour, A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear; Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and blis, Exalted manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well dreft, The milky way, the bird of paradife'; Church-bells beyond the ftars heard, the foul's blood, The land of spices, fomething understood. Holy Communion. Noor in a wedge of gold, [OT in rich furniture, or fine array, Thou, who from me waft fold, For fo thou shouldft without me still have been But by the way of nourishment and strength Making thy way my reft, And thy fmall quantities my length; Which spread their forces into ev'ry part, Meeting fin's force and art. Yet can these not get over to my foul, Our fouls and fleshly hearts; But as th' out-works, they may controul My rebel-flesh, and carrying thy name, Affright both fin and shame. Only thy grace, which with these elements comes, Knoweth the ready way, And hath the privy key, Op'ning the foul's most fubtil rooms: While those to spirits refin'd at door attend Difpatches from their friend. GIVE me my captive foul, or take Another lift like this will make Before that fin turn'd flesh to stone, A fervent figh might well have blown For fure when Adam did not know He might to heav'n from paradise go, Thou haft reftor'd ́us to this ease Which I can go to when I please, And leave th'earth to their food. Cho. L Ver. Antiphon. ET all the world in every corner fing, The heavens are not too high, Cho. Let all the world in every corner fing, My God and King. Ver. The Church with pfalms must fhout, But above all, the heart Muft bear the longest part. Cho. Let all the world in every corner fing. My God and King. IM Love. PART I. MMORTAL Love, Author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out this glorious name, And thrown it on the dust which thou haft made, While mortal love doth all the title gain! Which fiding with invention, they together Bear all the fway, poffeffing heart and brain, (Thy workmanship) and give thee Thare in neither. Wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit; The world is theirs; they two play out the game, Thou standing by: And though thy glorious name Wrought our deliverance from th' infernal pit, Who fings thy praise ? only a scarf or glove PART II. MMORTAL heat, O let thy greater flame IMMORTAL Which fhall confume the world, first make it tame, And kindle in our hearts fuch true defires, As may confume our lufts, and make thee way, And there in hymns fend back thy fire again : Our eyes fhall fee thee, which before saw duft : Duft blown by wit, till that they both were blind : Thou shalt recover all thy goods in kind, Who were diffeized by ufurping luft : All knees fhall bow to thee; all wits fhall rife, HO The Temper. OW fhould I praise thee, Lord! how should my If what my foul doth feel fometimes My foul might ever feel! (rhymes Although there were some forty heav'ns, or more, Sometimes I peer above them all; Sometimes to hell I fall.D VIRN O rack me not to fuch a vak extent; Wilt thou meet arms with man, that thou doft ftretch A crumb of duft from heav'n to hell? Will great God measure with a wretch? Shall he thy ftature spell ? O let me, when thy roof my foul hath hid, Yet take thy way; for fure thy way is best: Whether I fly with angels, fall with duft, The Temper. cannot be. Where is that mighty joy, I Which juft now took up all my heart? Lord! if thou must needs ufe thy dart, Save that, and me, or fin, for both destroy. |