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Shall dare approach us; we shall there no more
Watch stars, or pore
“ Would it were day!”
Dan. xii. 13.
But goe thou thy way untill the end be; for thou shalt rest, and
stand up in thy lot at the end of the dayes.
DAY OF JUDGEMENT.
WHEN through the north a fire shall rush
And rowle into the east, And like a firie torrent brush
And sweepe up south and west,
When all shall streame and lighten round,
And with surprizing flames Both stars and elements confound,
And quite blot out their names,
When thou shalt spend thy sacred store
Of thunders in that heate, And low as ere they lay before
Thy six-dayes' building beate,
When like a scrowle the heavens shall passe And vanish cleane
away, And nought must stand of that vast space
Which held up night and day,
When one lowd blast shall rend the deepe,
And from the wombé of earth Summon
all that are asleepe Unto a second birth, —
When thou shalt make the clouds thy seate,
And in the open aire The quick and dead, both small and great,
Must to thy barre repaire;
O then it will be all too late
6 What shall I doe?” Repentance there is out of date,
And so is mercy too.
Prepare, prepare me then, O God!
And let me now begin
Killing the man of sinne !
me, O give me crosses here,
Still more afflictions lend !
That brings health to the end.
Lord, God! I beg nor friends nor wealth,
But pray against them both; Three things I'de have, my soule's chief health,
And one of these semes loath,
A living Faith, a HEART of flesh,
The WORLD an enemie:
And bring me where I'de be.
1 Pet. iv. 7. The end of all things is at hand; be ye therefore sober,
and watch unto prayer.
My God, when I walke in those groves
Under a juniper some house,
Here Jacob dreames and wrestles; there
In Abraham's tent the winged guests
Nay thou thyselfe, my God, in fire,
Is the truce broke? or 'cause we have
Or is't so, as some green
say, That now all miracles must cease ? Though thou hast promis'd they should stay, The tokens of the church, and peace.
No, no: Religion is a spring,
But, in her long and hidden course,
Then drilling on learnes to encrease
So poison'd breaks forth in some clime,
Just such a tainted sink we have,
crave, Because most voices like the shell ?
Heale then these waters, Lord; or bring thy flock, Since these are troubled, to the springing rock; Looke downe, great Master of the feast; O shine, And turn once more our water into wine !
Cant. iv. 12.
My sister, my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut up,
and a fountain sealed.
'Tis now cleare day : I see a rose