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THE BODY OF OUR
Hey 'have left thee naked, LORD, O that they had!
Thee with thy self they have too richly clad;
O never could there be garment too good
W Ith all the powres my poor Heart hath
Of humble love & loyall Faith,
Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to thee
Keep close, my soul's inquiring ey!
Your ports are all superfluous here,
O let thy wretch find that releife
And that too was thy self which thee did cover,
But here ev'n That's hid too which hides the other.
Sweet, consider then, that I
Help, lord, my Hope increase; And fill my portion in thy peace.
Give love for life; nor let my dayes
Grow, but in new powres to thy name & praise.
O dear memoriall of that Death
My life, my soul, my surer selfe to mee.
O soft self-wounding Pelican!
Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man.
To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood.
LAUDA SION SALVATOREM.
Ise, Royall SION! rise & sing
Rithy soul's kind shepheard, thy hart's KING.
Stretch all thy powres; call if thou can
This soveraign subject sitts above
The best ambition of thy love.
Lo the BREAD of LI[F]E, this day's
Come, love! & let us work a song
Lowd & pleasant, sweet & long;
Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise
Of so just & solemn joyes,
Which on his white browes this bright day
Shall hence for ever bear away.
Lo the new LAW of a new LORD.
With a new Lamb blesses the Board.
Types yeild to TRUTHES; shades_shrink away;