IV.

Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death !
When a deep groan from beneath
Shall cry, We come, we come, and all
The caues of Night answer one call.

O that Book! whose leaues so bright
Will sett the World in seuere light.
O that Iudge! Whose hand, Whose *.ye
None can indure; yet none can fly

VI.

Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou may?
And to what patron chuse to pray?
When starres themselues shall stagger; and
The most firm foot no more then stand.

VII.

But Thou giu'st leaue (dread Lord!) that we

Take shelter from Thy self, in Thee;

And with the wings of Thine Own done

Fly to Thy scepter of soft loue.

VIII.

Dear, remember in that Day

Who was the cause Thou cam'st this way.

Thy sheep was stray'd; and Thou wouldst be

Euen lost Thyself in seeking me.

Mercy (ny Inlge), ner v I orv
With bl-ing check and bleeding y
The conscious colors of my sin
Are red without and pale within.

Olet Thine Own soft bowells pay
Thy self; and so discharge that day.
It Sin can sigh, Loue can forgiue :
O say the word, my soul shall line.

XIII.

Those mereyes which Thy Mary found, Or who Thy crosse confes't and crown'd; Hope tells my heart, the same loues be Still alive, and still for me.