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Where are thy palms, thy branches, and thy verse? Hosanna! heark! why doest thou stay?
Arise ! arise ! And with his healing bloud anoint thine eyes,
Thy inward eyes ; His bloud will cure thy mind, Whose spittle only could restore the blind.
DEATH and darkness, get you packing!
Then unto Him who thus hath thrown,
THE HOLY COMMUNION.
WELCOME sweet, sacred feast ! O welcome life!
Dead I was, and deep in trouble ;
grace and blessings came with thee so rife,
Dark, void, and crude,
All were by thee,
And still must be ;
Healings and cuts,
Spirits without thee die,
And blackness sits
On the divinest wits,
Did make us see
And now by these sure, sacred ties,
After thy blood
And given us sight;
Our souls and bodies both
Was't not enough that thou hadst payd the price,
And given us eies
Us by the hand,
When we would sleep,
Or from thee creep,
Was't not enough to lose thy breath
But thou must also leave
To us, that did bereave
That should both cleanse
Who wrought thy wo?
Of the valley !
UP to those bright and gladsome hills, Whence flowes
weal and mirth, I look, and sigh for Him who fills
Unseen both heaven and earth.
He is alone my help and hope,
That I shall not be moved ; His watchful eye
is ever ope, And guardeth his beloved.
The glorious God is my sole stay,
He is my sun and shade :
Neither shall me invade.
He keeps me from the spite of foes ;
Doth all their plots controul ; And is a shield, not reckoning those,
Unto my very soul.
Whether abroad amidst the crowd,
Or else within my door,
Now and for evermore.
PEACE, peace: it is not so. Thou dost miscall
Thy physick; pills that change
Thy sick accessions into setled health ;
And brings man home when he doth range.
Ordain night too ?
What in the lesser he would do ?
Doth use his rod,
Cherish and bind thy pow'rs,
And be more wild than is thy verse.
To check the mule, unruly man ;
Purging the floor which chaff disturbs.
Should have no flowres ;
Would make us bowres.
Which is not fixt, but flies and flowes.
Something of sickness would disclose.