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A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT

First Line: NO DAYS, NOR WEEKS, MUST I
Last Line: THINK HEAVN ABOVE MY HEAD DOTH LY.
Subject(s): CHRISTIANITY; MEDITATION;
NO Days, nor Weeks, must I
Account, but by
The Revolutions of LOVE:
LOVE is the Sunn
Whose Flame alone
In My Soules loyal Orb shall move.

2

Rebellious is each Houre
Which doth not poure
The homage of its highest Praise
In a full Stream
On LOVES dear Name;
That Name, wch Heavn with Bliss arrays.

3

LOVE is my King, & I
Hold onely by
His Grace's royal Charter: He
Right nobly gave
Me all I have;
And, what is more, gave Me to Me.

4

Me! What am I! vile I!
LOVE scorneth by
So poor a Gift, to bound his Grace:
Himself on Me
Illustrious He
By his brave Self bestowed was.

5

And is not my poor Time
All due to Him?
To bounteous Him, who offers Me
The soverain treasures,
And boundless pleasures
Of his supreem Eternitie?

6

Due, more then due it is:
And I by his
Exploits of Grace henceforth will raise
My Soule to frame
A better Name
For all my consecrated Days.

7

No other Gods I'l seek
To fill my Week:
LOVE, nothing else but LOVE alone,
Is of extent
Sufficient
To swell my Weeks dimension.

8

From Morn to Evening I
The History
Of LOVE through all my houres will spread;
That I may prove
My Trade is LOVE,
With LOVE I'l Rise, & Goe to bed.

9

From LOVE'S poor Cratch, my Race
I'l gin, & trace
His noble Acts, untill I see
Him mounted on
His erned Throne
Of Glorie's bright Sublimitie.

10

And when I thus have brought
My Week about;
I'l to his Cratch again, & move
With restless Rest
From East to West
In none but in the Sphear of LOVE.

11

So I in Him, & He
Deliciouslie
Shall move in Me: So shall not I,
Though heer I breathe
On Earth beneath,
Think Heavn above my head doth ly.



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