Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century

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Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2009 - 356 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1836. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Lord, for the mercies of the night, My humble thanks I pay; And unto thee I dedicate The first-fruits of the day. Let this day praise thee, O my God, And so let all my days: And, O let mine eternal day Be thine eternal praise. A SONG OF PRAISE FOR THE EVENING. Now, from the altar of my heart, Let incense-flames arise: Assist me, Lord, to offer up Mine evening sacrifice. Awake, my love; awake, my joy; Awake, my heart and tongue ! Sleep not: when mercies loudly call, Break forth into a song. Man's life's a book of history; The leaves thereof are days; The letters, mercies closely join'd; The title is thy praise. This day God was my sun and shield, My keeper and my guide; His care was on my frailty shown, His mercies multiplied. Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day: Minutes came quick; but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favour, and new joys Do a new song require: Till I should praise thee as I would, Accept my heart's desire. A SONG OF PRAISE FOR A GOSPEL MINISTRY. Fair are the feet which bring the news Of gladness unto me: What happy messengers are these Which my bless'd eyes do see ! These are the stars which God appoints For guides unto my way, To lead me unto Bethlem-town, Where my dear Saviour lay. These are my God's ambassadors, By whom his mind I know; God's angels in his lower heav'n, God's trumpeters below. The trumpet sounds, the dead arise, Which fell by Adam's hand.' Again the trumpet sounds, and they Set forth for Canaan's land. Thy servants speak; but thou, Lord, dost An hearing ear bestow: They smite the rock; but thou, my God, Dost make the waters flow. They shoot the arrow; but thy hand Doth drive the arrow home: They call; but, Lord, thou dost compel, And then thy guests are come. Angels t...

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