Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
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Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?
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You who admire yourselves because
You neither groan nor weep,
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Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
And I alone,
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My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,
Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn,
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My joy, my life, my crown!
My heart was meaning all the day,
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A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
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Holinesse on the head,
Light and perfections on the breast,
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When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave;
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Kill me not ev'ry day,
Thou Lord of life; since thy one death
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My heart did heave, and there came forth, O God!
By that I knew that thou wast in the grief,
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Broken in pieces all asunder,
Lord, hunt me not,
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My God, I read this day,
That planted Paradise was not so firm
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Come, bring thy gift. If blessings were as slow
As men's returns, what would become of fools?
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Ana-- {Mary} gram.
{Army}
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Cho. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing,
&nb
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Chor. Praised be the God of love,
Men. Here below,
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As I one ev'ning sat before my cell,
Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap.
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O Spitefull bitter thought!
Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou invent
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Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo,
Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
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Ah, my deare angrie Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
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Canst be idle? canst thou play,
Foolish soul who sinn'd to-day
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Who reade a chapter when they rise,
Shall ne're be troubled with ill eyes.
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After all pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde,
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I know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares,
And bindes thy
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While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I entombe my flesh, that it betimes
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Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my bodie wound my minde,
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Brave rose (alas!) where art thou? In the chair,
Where thou didst lately so triumph and shine,
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Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
If mine I am: and Thine much more
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My words and thoughts do both expresse this notion,
That Life hath with the sun a double motion.
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