Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 117, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A king thou art, my lord, yea king of kings Last Line: Where I thy standards glory ere may sing. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
A King thou art, my Lord, yea King of Kings. All Kings shall truckle and fall fore thee down. Thou hast a Kingdom too Whose great bell rings A Passing peale to Worldly Kings and Crowns. Thou art the King of Saints and Angells bright. Thou art the King of Glory, and all Light. Thy Kingdom is with walls encircled Stronger than Walls of Brass or Solid Gold. Its walld about with fire: Stones Cemented With all the Promises Gods booke doth hold. And all its buildings laid upon the Rock Eternall: that Hell gates can't make them shock. Thou hast a Throne, Crown, Scepter, Mace all Rich Richer than golden Crowns, pearld all about. Thou hast a Body of just Laws, all Which Transcend all Lawes that ever Kings put out. Thou also hast both Foes and Enemies That up against thee and thy Realm arise. Thou hast a Standard and a Banner greate. Thy Gospell and all Gospell Grace, its flag: Thy Standards Colours blancht with Grace compleat Enrich thy Banner doth (that is no rag). Thou hast a Drum thou beatest up apace For Volunteers, that thou enlists with Grace. Thy Souldiers that unto thy Standard high Deckt in thy Colours up thou trainst aright To hande their weapons well and dextrously And rightly use shield Arrow, Sworde and Pike. And lead'st them out against thy foes, the King Abaddon, Divells, Wicked Ones and Sin. Their glittering Swords and Spears Edgd sharp with Grace Wherewith they are well arm'd do surely bring Thy Adversaries under and apace Their hearts do pierce that foes do rise to Ring; And from the fight to th'Throne triumphantly Them leadest while Drums beat and Colours fly. All these thy men under thy flag that fight In ranke and file, and Graces Exercise In all the way go 'till they Come aright Unto thy Palace back triumphing wise Their Colours on their golden Streamers flying Do with thy glorious selfe there enter, joying. Under thy Banner Lord, enlist thou mee. Make me to ware thy Colours, SAVING GRACE. Them flourish in my Life, and make thou mee To beare thy Standerd and thy Banner trace And so me to thy Palace Glory bring Where I thy Standards Glory ere may sing. | 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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