Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 154, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Faith! Faith! My lord! There is none other grace
Last Line: All grace with't to the soul gods praise to sing.
Subject(s): Faith; Puritans In Literature; Belief; Creed


Faith! Faith! my Lord! there is none other Grace.
Like suitable thyself to grace most High.
Of all thy glorious Graces, oh! the place,
That Faith obtains 'mongst them to magnify
Thyselfe, it is the Golden twist thou hast
To tie my Soule to thee my Lord most Fast.

That Golden Lace thy Ephod fast to ty
Unto thy Glorious Breast plate deckt with Stones
Rather the golden Button Curiously
Together on thy shouldier bone alone
Or golden Girdle that the Breast plate ties
Upon thy breast, my Lord, my High Priest wise.

. . . . . .

Within whose fold these Oracles Divine
The Urim and the Thummim doe outshine.

Which utter Oracles of shining Light,
That shine among the Glittering precious Stones
Oucht in their rows upon the Breastplate right
Dancing among their sparkling glances known
Upon the High Priest, in his rich Robes drest.
Stars in his glorious breast plate on his breast.

Faith doth ore shine all other Grace set in
The Soule that Cabbinet of Grace up fild
As far as doth the Shining Sun in'ts run
Walking within its golden path ore gild
The little pinking Stars playing boe peep.
As walking in their Azure room they keep.

And though their glorys brave, its borrow Shine
And when each doth its glorious glory lay
Upon the heap of eachs glory fine
That lump thus made's but nighty, makes no day.
But when the Sun with its Curld locks out Crowds
They blush as shamd and hide out in the Clouds.

Even such is Faith amongst these Graces all,
It is a grace that doth them grace indeed.
It layes a Shine upon their Glory all
That further glory hence on them proceed.
They in its Glory do more glorious grow.
It strengthens and doth nourish them also.

Faith is the Curious Girdle that ties to
The King of Glory, glorifide with Grace
The bundled beams of th'Sun, Gods Son that flow
In graces Sunshine on the Soul apace
Making their graces all invest them bright
In brightest Robes by Faith more light than Light.

It is Golden Bosses of Gods Booke that do
Clasp it, the soule, to God and seals up fast.
The Golden Belt that doth unite also
Christ and the Soule together: buckled clasp
Christ and the Soule the seal of Grace and brings
All grace with't to the Soul Gods praise to sing.





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