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XV.
Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest, *
My Soul, 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 Son most blest,
And still begetting, (for he ne'r begun)
Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption,
Coheir to 'his glory,'and Sabbaths endless rest.
And as a robb'd man, which by search doth find
His stoln stuffe sold, must lose or buy'it again:
The Sun of glory came down, and was slain,
Us whom he 'had made, and Satan stole, to unbind.
'Twas much, that man was made like God before,
But, that God should be made like man, much more.
XVI.
Father, part of his double interest
Unto thy Kingdome, thy Son gives to me,
His joynture in the knotty Trinity
He keeps, and gives to me his deaths conquest.
This Lamb, whose death, with life the world hath blest,
Was from the worlds beginning slain and he
Hath made two Wils, which with the Legacie
Of his and thy Kingdom, thy Sons invest:
Yet such are these lawes, that men argue yet
Whether a man those statutes can fulfil;
None doth; but thy all-healing grace and Spirit
Revive again what law and letter kill.
Thy lawes abridgement, and thy last command
Is all but love; O let this last Will stand!

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