Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 102, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: What grace is here? Looke ery way and see
Last Line: Thy glory then shall be my song I'l sing.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


What Grace is here? Looke ery way and see
How Grace's Splendor like the bright Sun, shines
Out on my head, and I encentred bee
Within the Center of its radien lines,
Thou glories King send out thy Kingly Glory
In shining Institutions laid before mee.

The Basis of thy gracious functions stands
Ensocketted in thy Essentiall Grace
As its foundation, Rock (not loose loose Sands)
Bearing the Splendor of this shining face
Th'New Covenant, Whose Articles Divine
Do far surmount lines wrote in Gold for Shine.

And as the King of Zion thou putst out
Thy Institutions, Zions Statutes, th'Laws
Of thy New Covenant, which all through out
Thy bright Prophetick trumpet sounds, its Cause.
To this New Covenant, thou sets thy hand
And Royall Seale eternally to stand.

A Counterpane indented right with this
Thou giv'st indeed a Deed of Gift to all
That Give to thee their Hearts, a Deed for bliss.
Which with their hands and Seales they sign too shall.
One seale they at the Articling embrace:
The other oft must be renew'd, through grace.

Unto the Articles of this Contract
Our Lord did institute even at the Grave
Of the Last Passover, when off its packt.
This Seale for our attendance oft to have.
This Seal made of New Cov'nant wax, red di'de,
In Cov'nant blood, by faith to be appli'de.

Oh! this Broad Seale, of Grace's Covenant
Bears, Lord, thy Flesh set in its rim aright.
All Crucifide and blood, (Grace hath no want)
As shed for us, and on us us to White.
Let's not neglect this gracious law nor breake
But on this Flesh and blood both drinke and Eate.

Seing thou, Lord, thy Cov'nant writst in blood
My blood red Sins to blot out quite from me
Bathe thou my Soule in this sweet gracious flood,
Give me thy Grace that I may live to thee.
My heart, thy harp, make, and thy Grace my string.
Thy Glory then shall be my Song I'l sing.





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