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Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned he * |
Bears his own cross, with pain, yet by and by |
When it bears him, he must bear more and die. |
Now thou art lifted up, draw me to thee, |
And at thy death giving such liberal dole, |
Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul. |
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RESURRECTION. |
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6. Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul, |
Shall (though she now be in extreme degree |
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly) be |
Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard or foul, |
And life by this death abled shall controll |
Death, whom thy death slue, nor shall to me |
Fear of first or last death bring miserie, |
If in thy life book my name thou inroul, |
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, |
But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; |
Nor can by other means be glorified. |
May then sins sleep and death soon from me pass, |
That wak't from both, I again risen may |
Salute the last, and ever lasting day. |
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ASCENSIION. |
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7. Salute the last, and ever lasting day. |
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne, |
Ye whose true tears, or tribulation |
Have purely washt or burnt your drossie clay; |
Behold the Highest parting hence away, |
Lightens the dark clouds, which he treads upon, |
Nor doth he by ascending, show alone, |
But first he, and he first enters the way.
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