Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 155, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: My blessed lord, I fain would thee advance
Last Line: On'ts virginall, thy holy praise, within.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My blessed Lord, I fain would thee advance
But finde my Pen is workd to the very Stumps.
My tongue my Speeches tabber Stick can't dance
Unto thy prais as I would have it jump.
My Drumb Stick thin of Dogtree Wood is made
And is unfit to beat thy praises trade.

Thou bidst me try if I be in the Faith,
For Christ's in me if I bee'nt Reprobate.
Thou me dost Check if ignorance displaith
Itself in me. And I know not my State.
A Reprobate my Lord, let not this come
On mee to be the burden of the Song.

Grant me thy Spectacles that I may see
To glorify aright thy glorious Selfe.
And see this Saving Faith grafted in mee.
Then thou wilt me inrich with Gospell Wealth.
This Faith most Usefull is I ever finde
To glorify thyself, of all Grace-kinde.

It Usefull is for every Duty here
Thou calst us to, and to the Same fit make
Its Subject doth, for every prayer most deare
And for the Lord's rich Supper to partake.
It Oyles indeed the very Wheels of Grace
And makes them bravely run aright apace.

It is the Grace of Grace begracing all.
Usefull for Grace, for Sacraments and Prayer.
Religion is without it an empty Call
And Zeale without it is a fruitless Care.
Preaching without it's as a Magpies Chatter
And as a little tittle tattles Clatter.

Prayer without Faith is but as prittle pratle.
Fasts and Thanksgiving are but barren things
And Sacraments without it but as rattles
But where this faith is all things gracious spring.
What ere it fills it Midas like is 'ts told
It Certainly turns into gospell Gold.

The Heart that it doth make its Feather Bed
It purifies, makes graces Lodgen Roome.
It makes th'Tongue tipt with it silver, the Couch orespreds
With Gospell Pillows, Sheets, and sweet perfumes
And sweetest tunes sings in the Spirit Halls
Sweet musick on the Spirits Virginalls.

Lord give me Saving Faith and then my Heart
Thou'lt make thy gospell golden mine of Grace.
Studded with precious Stones in every part
Of thy Sweet Spirit gilding ery place.
If thou wilt give me this my heart shall sing
On'ts Virginall, thy holy praise, within.





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