Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: EXTASY OF JOY ..., by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My sweet deare lord, for thee I'le live, dy, fight Last Line: In ravishing tunes most sweet. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My Sweet Deare Lord, for thee I'le Live, Dy, Fight. Gracious indeed! My Front! my Rear! Almighty magnify a Mite: O! What a Wonder's here? Had I ten thousand times ten thousand hearts: And Every Heart ten thousand Tongues; To praise, I should but stut odd parts Of what to thee belongs. If all the world did in Alimbeck ly, Bleeding its Spirits out in Sweat; It could not halfe enlife a Fly To Hum thy Praises greate. If all can't halfe enlife a Fly to hum, (Which scarce an Animall we call) Thy Praises then which from me come, Come next to none at all. For I have made myselfe ten thousand times More naught than nought itselfe, by Sin. Yet thou extendst thy Gracious Shines For me to bath therein. Oh! Stand amaizd yee Angells Bright, come run Yee Glorious Heavens and Saints, to sing: Place yee your praises in the sun, Ore all the world to ring. Nay stand agast, ye sparkling Spirits bright! Shall little Clods of Dust you peere? Shall they toote Praises on your pipe? Oh! that we had it here. What can a Crumb of Dust sally such praise Which do from Earth all heaven o're ring Who swaddle up the suns bright rayes Can in a Flesh Flie's Wing? Can any Ant stand on the Earth and spit Another out to peer with this? Or Drink the Ocean up, and yet Its belly empty is? Thou may'st this World as easily up hide Under the Blackness of thy naile: As scape Sins Gulph without a Guide: Or Hell without a bale. If all the Earthy Mass were rambd in Sacks And saddled on an Emmet small, Its Load were light unto those packs Which Sins do bring on all. But sure this burden'd Emmet moves no wing. Nay, nay, Compar'd with thee, it flies. Yet man is easd his weight of Sin. From hell to Heav'n doth rise. When that the World was new, its Chiefe Delight, One Paradise alone Contain'de: The Bridle of Mans Appetite The Appletree refrain'de. The which he robbing, eat the fruit as good, Whose Coare hath Chokd him and his race. And juyce hath poyson'd all their blood, He's in a Dismall Case. None can this Coare remove, Poyson expell: He, if his Blood ben't Clarifi'de Within Christs veans, must fry in Hell, Till God be satisfi'de. Christ to his Father saith, Incarnate make Mee, Mee thy Son; and I will doe't: I'le purify his Blood, and take The Coare out of his Throate. All this he did, and did for us, vile Clay: Oh! let our Praise his Grace assaile. To free us from Sins Gulph each way, He's both our Bridge, and Raile. Although we fall and Fall, and Fall and Fall And Satan fall on us as fast. He purgeth us and doth us call Our trust on him to Cast. My Lumpish Soule why art thou hamper'd thus Within a Crumb of Dust? Arise, Trumpet out Praises. Christ for us Hath slain our Enemies. Screw up, Deare Lord, upon the highest pin: My soul thy ample Praise to sound. O tune it right, that every string May make thy praise rebound. But oh! how slack, slow, dull? with what delay, Do I this Musick to, repare, While tabernacled in Clay My Organs Cottag'de are? Yet Lord accept this Pittance of thy praise Which as a Traveller I bring, While travelling along thy wayes In broken notes I sing. And at my journies end in endless joyes I'l make amends where Angells meet And sing their flaming Melodies In Ravishing tunes most sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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