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Wilt thou love God, as he thee! then digest, |
My Soule, this wholsome meditation, |
How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on |
In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy brest, |
The Father having begot a Sonne most blest, |
And still begetting, (for he ne'r begonne) |
Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption, |
Coheire to'his glory,'and Sabbaths endlesse rest; |
And as a robb'd man, which by search doth finde |
His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy'it againe: |
The Sonne of glory came downe, and was slaine, |
Us whom he'had made, and Satan stolne, to unbinde. |
'Twas much, that man was made like God before, |
But, that God should be made like man, much more. |
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Father, part of his double interest |
Unto thy kingdome, thy Sonne gives to mee, |
His joynture in the knottie Trinitie, |
Hee keepes, and gives to me his deaths conquest. |
This Lambe, whose death, with life the world hath blest, |
Was from the worlds beginning slaine, and he |
Hath made two Wills, which with the Legacie
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