Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come

Hear'st thou, my soul, what serious things

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Here, where our Lord once laid His head

Hope, whose weak being ruined is

How life and death in Thee

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I, late the Roman youth's loved praise and pride -

In shade of Death's sad tree

I sing the name which none can say

Jesu, no more! It is full tide

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Know'st thou this, Soldier ? 'tis a much changed plant, which yet 59

Lo, here a little volume, but great book!

Look up, languishing soul! Lo, where the fair

Lord, by Thy sweet and saving sign

Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee

Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord

'Mongst those long rows of crowns that gild your race

No roofs of gold o'er riotous tables shining

Rich, churlish Land, that hid'st so long in thee
Rise, royal Sion! rise and sing

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Rise, thou best and brightest morning!

These Hours, and that which hovers o'er my end
They have left Thee naked, Lord; O that they had!
Though all the joys I had fled hence with thee
Thus have I back again to thy bright name

To these, whom Death again did wed
'Twixt pen and pencil rose a holy strife

Was Car then Crashawe; or was Crashawe Car
Well-meaning readers! You that come as friends
What heaven-entreated heart is this

With all the powers my poor heart hath

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