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Where are thy palms, thy branches, and thy verse? Hosanna! heark! why doest thou stay?
And with his healing bloud anoint thine eyes,
DEATH and darkness, get you packing!
As pleasant as if with the brest.
Then unto Him who thus hath thrown,
Even to contempt, thy kingdome down,
To Him be glory, power, praise,
From this unto the last of daies!
THE HOLY COMMUNION.
WELCOME Sweet, sacred feast! O welcome life! Dead I was, and deep in trouble;
But grace and blessings came with thee so rife,
And thus at first when things were rude,
They by thy word their beauty had and date
And still must be ;
Nothing that is or lives
But hath his quicknings and reprieves,
As thy hand opes or shuts;
Healings and cuts,
Darkness and daylight, life and death, Are but meer leaves turn'd by thy breath
Spirits without thee die,
And blackness sits
On the divinest wits,
As on the sun ecclipses lie.
But that great darkness at thy death,
When the veyl broke with thy last breath,
The way to thee;
And now by these sure, sacred ties,
After thy blood
Our sov'rain good,
Had clear'd our eies,
And given us sight; Thou dost unto thyself betroth
Our souls and bodies both
In everlasting light.
Was't not enough that thou hadst payd the price, And given us eies
When we had none, but thou must also take
Us by the hand,
And keep us still awake,
When we would sleep,
Or from thee creep,
Who without thee cannot stand?
Was't not enough to lose thy breath
And blood by an accursed death,
To us, that did bereave
Thee of them both, these seals, the means
That should both cleanse
And keep us so,
Who wrought thy wo?
O rose of Sharon! O the lilly
How art thou now, thy flock to keep,
Become both food, and Shepheard to thy sheep!
UP to those bright and gladsome hills, Whence flowes my weal and mirth, I look, and sigh for Him who fills Unseen both heaven and earth.
He is alone my help and hope,
The glorious God is my sole stay,
The cold by night, the heat by day,
He keeps me from the spite of foes
Whether abroad amidst the crowd,
Or else within my door,
He is my pillar and my cloud,
Now and for evermore.
PEACE, peace: it is not so.
Thou dost miscall
Thy physick; pills that change
Thy sick accessions into setled health;
Ordain night too?
And in the greater world display
What in the lesser he would do?
All flesh is clay, thou know'st; and but that God Doth use his rod,
And by a fruitfull change of frosts and showres
Thou wouldst to weeds and thistles quite disperse,
They are heaven's husbandry, the famous fan,
All would be drought and leanness; not a tree
Beauty consists in colours; and that's best