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First Line: Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man
Last Line: Ev'n god himself being pressed for my sake.
Subject(s): Bible; Religion; Theology


JOY, I did lock thee up; but some bad man
Hath let thee out again:
And now, methinks, I am where I began
Sev'n years ago: one vogue and vein,
One aire of thoughts usurps my brain.
I did toward Canaan draw; but now I am
Brought back to the Red Sea, the sea of shame.

For as the Jews of old, by Gods command,
Travell'd, and saw no town;
So now each Christian hath his journeys spann'd;
Their storie pennes and sets us down.
A single deed is small renown.
Gods works are wide, and let in future times;
His ancient justice overflows our crimes.

Then have we too our guardian fires and clouds;
Our Scripture-dew drops fast:
We have our sands and serpents, tents and shrowds;
Alas! our murmurings come not last.
But where's the cluster? where's the taste
Of mine inheritance? Lord, if I must borrow,
Let me as well take up their joy, as sorrow.

But can he want the grape who hath the wine?
I have their fruit, and more.
Blessed be God, who prosper'd Noahs vine,
And made it bring forth grapes good store.
But much more Him I must adore,
Who of the laws sowre juice sweet wine did make,
Ev'n God himself being pressed for my sake.





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