The Works of the Right Reverend, Learned and Pious, Thomas Ken ...: Preparatives for death. Psyche and Sion. Urania: or, The spouse's garden. Damoret, Thyrsil, and Dorilla; or, Chaste love describ'd
J. Wyat, 1721
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Page 476 - PROPHETS and poets were of old Made of the same celestial mould. True poets are a saint-like race, And with the gift receive the grace ; Of their own songs the virtue feel, Warm'd with an heav'n-enkindled zeal. A poet should have heat and light...
Page 81 - Jesus, when near th' expected hour, That Hell to grieve Him should have power, As on His cross He kept His view, Into an upper room withdrew, With all His votaries there to meet And celebrate the Paschal treat. Then He Himself for death disposed ; Of dying well the art disclosed ; He wash'd with condescension sweet And wiped His happy lovers' feet, That from pollution cleansed they might Approach the Eucharistic rite.
Page 97 - JESU, when Death approach fhall make, May I of Thy dear Self partake, That with a will refign'd I may Thy Call obey. May I, like Thee, my death-pangs bear, Refting on God's paternal care, Spreading my wings to take my flight To blifsful fight. May I, like Thee, the World defpife, And languifh, till to Thee I rife ; — In Hymning Jefus, O may I To Jefus fly!
Page 146 - I have prevented all your force, Which from my friends might me divorce ; To friends, though truly dear, My heart dares not adhere : No perfect friend but God I know ; For God I all the rest forego. Should you invade me, armed with pain, And make me numerous deaths sustain, My will, to God resigned, Sweet ease in God will find ; God's love will all my pains endear, With joy my dissolution's near.
Page 144 - Glory for glory, beam for beam, Will on you ftream. " A Crown, a Throne at God's right hand, Where Saints their robes of light expand, Where Saints are Kings, and on their State High angels wait. " Such bleflings on the Saints attend, When Jefus-like they Heav'n afcend, The LAMB, of joys the boundlefs Spring, They'll ever fing. " Death our Fore-runner is, and guides To Sion, where the LAMB abides ; There Saints enjoy extatic Reft In manfions bleft."* Touching, and melting to the higheft degree are...
Page 82 - Scattering truths heav'nly, high, and sweet, As to the Mount He made retreat. While death was lively in His thought, He heavenly truths with vigour taught, How to be loved of God, and love ; Promised sweet peace and joys above, And the bless'd Spirit's constant aid ; And for them all with fervour pray'd.
Page 145 - O ! that should long ago have died, Had I the lurking ill descried. Perhaps you'll at my body aim — But that's devoted to God's name ; God there is pleased to build, A temple with God filled ; Dare you to ruin that design, Which temple is of Godhead trine. By God's permission yet you may Dissolve this house built up of clay — In ruins when it lies, It glorious shall arise, And rise to a much nobler height ; Than the first temple much more bright.
Page 146 - ... prevented all your force, Which from my friends might me divorce — To friends, though truly dear, My heart dares not adhere : No perfect friend but God I know, For God I all the rest forego. Should you invade me, armed with pain, And make me numerous deaths sustain, My will, to God resigned, Sweet ease in God will find ; God's love will all my pains endear, With joy my dissolution's near. Death ! when you shall approach my head, You'll nothing see...