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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5), by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Woe is me, but even now Last Line: Sooner we to heavn shall rise. Subject(s): Baptism; Worship; Christenings | |||
WOE is me, but even now Proud & fond I studied how To erect some gallant Vow On this pretious Mornings Brow, Whoe to Heavn allready ow Whatsoe'r I can bestow. 2 From a Childe ingaged I Stand in all Obligements by Baptisme's sacred Bonds, which tie Me so strait, that should I die For my LORD, I still must crie Spare thy Debtors Povertie. 3 But how often have I broke That which then I undertook And my Masters Wrath awoke! Well may my Demerits look For his Judgements heavy stroke Whome so highly they provoke. 4 Clean He washd Me then, & white, And with Graces Me bedight; Which his Favour to requite, I free promise made to fight (Helpd by his inspiring Might,) With all Those whoe Him despight. 5 Yet I foulie falsifie'd All my Vows, & madly trie'd How to serve the Hostile Side: In which Service had I die'd, What had my rebellious Pride Gaind, but endless Torments Tide? 6 Would destroying Satan save Me? Would this fadeing World releive Me? Or could rotten Flesh repreive Me? And (which most of all doth greive Me) Could my wronged Lord forgive Me? Or his scorned Heavn receive Me? 7 O my Hart, what shall we doe! What, but with Confession to Mercie's blessed footstool goe? Mercie, is our Master, whoe Allways pittieth the Woe Of his meek repentant Foe. 8 Lend, sweet JESU, lend thine ear, Loe my Hart, & I, am heer, No ambitious Vow to rear; But in guiltie woefull fear, To beseech Thee Us to spare Whoe our old ones down did bear. 9 Down We bore them all as We Able were; yet still they be Fixed sure above with Thee, Nor could all our Treacherie Break those Bonds & sett Us free From our bounden Loyaltie. 10 Help Us then again to take Up the Yoak We strove to break. Light it is; Yet thy dear Sake It by farr will lighter make. Help Us, Lord, & from our Back Let no force this Burden shake 11 O these Worldly Vanities Whose heap'd Froth upon Us lies, Cheat our shoulders in that guise, And prove heavie Miseries: Yf thy Cross their place supplies, Sooner We to Heavn shall rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERAMBULATOR POEM by DAVID MCCORD ANNIVERS: BAPTISMI by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (3) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WATERS OF H. BAPTISME by JOSEPH BEAUMONT GOSPEL BANJO: HOMAGE TO LITTLE ROY LEWIS by DAVID BOTTOMS THE CHRISTENING by AMY SHERMAN BRIDGMAN Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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