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Faith.

Right and bleft beame! whose strong projection,

Equall to all,

Reacheth as well things of dejection
As th' high and tall;

How hath my God by raying thee

Inlarg'd his spouse,

And of a private familie

Made open house!

All may be now Co-heirs; no noise
Of Bond or Free

Can Interdict us from thofe Joys
That wait on thee.

The Law and Ceremonies made

A glorious night,

Where Stars, and Clouds, both light, and shade
Had equal right;
But, as in nature, when the day

Breaks, night adjourns,

Stars fhut up shop, mifts pack away,

And the Moon mourns;

So when the Sun of righteousness

Did once appear,

That Scene was chang'd, and a new dresse
Left for us here;

Veiles became ufeles, Altars fell,
Fires fmoking die;

And all that sacred pomp, and shell
Of things did flie.

Then did He fhine forth, whofe fad fall,
And bitter fights

Were figur'd in those mystical,
And Cloudie Rites;

And as i'th' natural Sun, these three,
Light, motion, beat,

So are now Faith, Hope, Charity

Through him Compleat;

Faith spans up bliffe; what fin and death
Put us quite from,

Left we should run for't out of breath,
Faith brings us home;

So that I need no more, but fay
I do believe,

And my most loving Lord straitway
Doth answer, Live!

The Dawning.

H! what time wilt thou come? when fhall that crie

The Bridegroome's Comming! fill the sky?

Shall it in the Evening run

When our words and works are done?
Or will thy all-surprizing light

Break at midnight,

When either sleep, or fome dark pleasure
Poffeffeth mad man without measure?

Or fhall these early, fragrant hours
Unlock thy bowres ?

And with their blush of light descry

Thy locks crown'd with eternitie?
Indeed, it is the only time

That with thy glory doth beft chime;
All now are stirring, ev'ry field

Full hymns doth yield;

The whole Creation shakes off night,
And for thy fhadow looks the light;
Stars now vanish without number,
Sleepie Planets fet and flumber,
The purfie Clouds difband and scatter,
All expect fome fudden matter;
Not one beam triumphs, but from far
That morning-star.

O at what time foever thou,
Unknown to us, the heavens wilt bow,
And, with thy Angels in the Van,
Defcend to judge poor careless man,
Grant, I may not like puddle lie
In a Corrupt fecuritie,

Where, if a traveller water crave,
He finds it dead, and in a grave;
But as this restless, vocal Spring
All day and night doth run, and fing,
And though here born, yet is acquainted
Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted;
So let me all my bufie age
In thy free services ingage;

And though (while here) of force I must
Have Commerce fomtimes with poor duft,
And in my flesh, though vile and low,
As this doth in her Channel, flow,
Yet let my Course, my aym, my Love,
And chief acquaintance be above;

So when that day and hour shall come,
In which thy felf will be the Sun,
Thou'lt find me drest and on my way,
Watching the Break of thy great day.

Admiffion.

Ow fhrill are filent tears? when fin got head
And all my Bowels turn'd

To braffe and iron, when my

dead,

And all my powers mourn'd;

stock lay

Then did these drops, (for Marble sweats,
And Rocks have tears,)

As rain here at our windows beats,
Chide in thine Ears;

2.

No quiet couldst thou have: nor didft thou wink,
And let thy Begger lie,

But e'r my eies could overflow their brink
Didft to each drop reply;

Bowels of Love! at what low rate,
And flight a price

Doft thou relieve us at thy gate,

And ftill our Cries!

3.

Wee are thy Infants, and fuck thee; If thou
But hide, or turn thy face,

Because where thou art yet we cannot go,
We fend tears to the place.

These find thee out, and though our fins
Drove thee away;

Yet with thy love that absence wins

O give me then a thankful heart! a heart
After thy own, not mine;

So after thine, that all and ev'ry part
Of mine may wait on thine;

O hear! yet not my tears alone,
Hear now a floud,

A floud that drowns both tears and grones,
My Saviour's bloud.

Praise.

Ing of Comforts! King of life!
Thou haft cheer'd me;

And when fears and doubts were rife,
Thou haft cleer'd me!

Not a nook in all my Breaft

But thou fill'ft it,

Not a thought, that breaks my reft,
But thou kill'ft it;

Wherefore with my utmost strength
I will praise thee,

And as thou giv'st line and length
I will raise thee;

Day, and night, not once a day
I will bleffe thee,