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The Lord's-day, Rev. i.

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HE fev'ral Sundays of
man's life,
Thredded together on Time's ftring,
Make bracelets to adorn the Wife
Of the eternal glorious King:
On Sunday heaven's gate

stands ope,

3. Or elfe give tears to drown them as they grow;

In you Redemption measures all my days,

And equal to the wound the plaifter lays:

You taught the Book of life my name, that fo,

Whatever future fins fhould me mif

call,

With gifts more plentiful than hope. Your first Acquaintance might dif

2. This day my deareft Saviour rose,
And did inclose this Light for his ;
That as each beaft his manger knows,
Man might not of his fodder mifs:
So Chrift took in this piece of ground,
Fill'd it with herbs for our each

credit all.

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Holy Communion.

way

of Nourishment and ftrength,

O Lord, thou creep'ft into my breaft;
Small Quantities do ferve for length,
While thou wouldst make my Way
my Reft:

But they, to meet Sin's force and art,
Do spread their Force thro' ev'ry
part.

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Ive me my captive Soul, or
take
My body alfo thither!
Another Lift like this, will make
Them both to be together.

2. Before that fin turn'd flesh to flone,
And all our lump to leaven;
A fervent Sigh might well have
blown

Our innocent duft to Heaven.
3, For fure when Adam did not know
To fin, or fin to fmother;
He might to heav'n from paradife

go,

As from one Room t'another.
4.Thou haft reftor'd us to this Eafe
By this thy heav'nly Blood,
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Which

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fong, My chief Good! O my chief

Good!

How shall I measure out thy Blood?
How fhall I count what thee befel,
And each Grief tell? And each Grief

tell.

Liften, fweet Dove! unto my And spread thy golden wings on me, Hatching my tender heart fo long, Till it get wing, and fly with Thee. 2. Where is that fire, which once defcended

On thy Apostles? thou didst then Keep open house, richly attended, Feafting all comers by twelve Men. 3. Lord! tho' we change, thou art the fame,

The fame fweet God of love and light;

Reftore this Day, for thy great

Name,

To its ancient mirac'lous Right.

3. But now thou doft thyself immure

and clofe

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Can't fo much as ope my eyes,
But thou art ready there to

catch

My Morning-foul and facrifice :
We must together make a match.
2. But, O my God, what is a Heart?
Silver, or gold, or precious ftone,
Or ftar, or rainbow, or a part
Of all, or all of them in one?'
3. What is, I fay, a human Heart,
That thou shouldst it so eye
and woo,
Pouring upon it all thy Art,
As hadit thou nothing else to do?
4. Man's happiness and whole eftate
Amounts (and richly) to ferve Thee :
He did not heav'n and earth create,
Yet them and th'Author does enjoy.

5.

Teach me yet more thy love to

know,

That this newLight which now I fee, May both the works and Workman show,

A Ladder prove to climb to Thee.

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Each me, my GOD and King,
In all things thee to fee;

In fome one corner of a feeble Heart; | And what I do in any Thing,

Where yet both fin and Satan, thy

old foes,

Do pinch and ftreighten thee in thy fmall part.

4. I fee the World grows old! when as the heat

Of thy great Love once spread, it in an Urn

Now clofeted, from fin's chill doth

retreat,

2.

To do it as for Thee!

To fcorn the Senfes,' fway,

While still to thee I tend :
In all I do, be thou the Way,
In all be thou the End.
3. All may of thee partake:

Nothing so small can be,

But draws, when acted for thy fake,
Greatnefs and Worth from thee.

Till it return with juftice and all 4. If done t'obey thy laws,

burn.

Ev'n fervile Labours fhine; Hallow'd is toil, if this the cause, The meaneft Work divine.

"Y Lord! what have I brought
thee home

This Day! have I discharg'd the
debt,

3. Who did leave his Father's throne,
To affume thy flesh and bone?
If He had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst dy'd moft wretchedly.

4.

He fo far thy Good did plot,
That his own felf he forgot.
If He had not dy'd for thee,
Thou hadst liv'd in Mifery.
5. He that lofeth gold, tho' drofs,
Tells to all he meets, his cross :
He that finds a filver Vein,

Which this day's Favours did beget?
I ran, but all I brought was foam.
2. Oft ends in bubbles, balls of wind,
Thy care spent on me and thy coft;Thinks on it, and thinks again.
Mere wind to Thce, whom I have
crofs'd,

But wild-fire to my troubled Mind.
3. Yet ftill in love thou goeft on,
And now wilt clofe my weary eyes,
Saying to man, "It doth fuffice,
"Henceforth repose, your work is
"done.

4. In Darkness, as thy Ebony box,
Thou doft inclofe us, till the Day
Puts our Amendment in our way,
And gives new motion to our clocks.
5. The Day or Night, which fhews
more love?

That is theGale,and this the harbour;
That is the Walk, and this the Arbour;
Or that the garden, this the grove.
6. No fingle minute 'fcapes thy Breast,
But brings a favour from above;
I fee, my God, thou art all Love,
In which, more than in Bed, I reft.

6. Can a man have space of breath
'Twixt his Sius and Saviour's Death?
Who in heart not ever kneels,
Neither Sin nor Saviour feels.

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ND art thou griev'd, * fweet facred Dove,

When I am four, and cross thy love? Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,

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pafs away and leave it dead?
* Eph. iv. 30.

But to my God's too; he doth groan.
I fin not to my grief alone,
Weep, eyes! the God of love doth
grieve:

Weep, foolish heart! and weeping
live.

3. Still if I wail not, (still to wail, Nature denies, and flesh would fail) Lord, pardon! for the Son makes good

My want of tears with Store of

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Blood.

Loft and undone for Aid ! flee,
Compaffionate a wretched Soul,
'Tis thou alone can't make me whole.

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