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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. |
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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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