Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 70, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I humbly crave this riddle to unfold Last Line: To tune thy praise, run forth on golden feet. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
I humbly Crave this Riddle to unfold Seing, Lord, thou madst man Compleate at first, How comes't to pass When Natures egge, that holds Her Chicken brake, the bird defilde out burst? A Callous doth the Heart Disspiritualize Till Gilgal's Razer doth it Circumcise. Thy first Free Covenant, Calld not for this: Thy Covenant of Graces Quilting kinde, Shall it require a Seale that Cutting is? That fleys the Skin off, that the heart doth rinde? What is Rebellions Castle made the heart, Filld up with filth, to be skin'd off? O sharp. Hath Sin encrusted thus my heart? Sad! Sad! And latcht my Lips? And Eares made deafe, and ditcht? O! Lord! pare off, I pray, what ere is bad: And Circumcise my Heart, mine Eares and Lips. This in thy Circumcisions heart doth bed. The Same in baptism is bosomed. What must Christs Circumcision pacify Gods Wrath? And's Blood of's Circumcision sore, Bring Righteousness, Purge Sin, and Mortify Proude Naughtiness? And wash with Grace mee o're? And my Uncircumcisedness all slay? That I might walke in glorious Graces way? The Infant male must lose its Foreskin first, Before Gods Spirit Workes as Pulse, therein To sanctify it from the Sin in't nurst, And make't in Graces Covenant to spring. To shew that Christ must be cut off most Pure, His Covenantall blood must be mans Cure. And shall this sweet kinde Covenant of Grace Ware on't a Seale so keen and Cutting sharp When it its brightst Edition doth embrace? No, no. Baptism is a better marke. It's therefore Circumcision's Rightfull Heir Bearing what Circumcision in't did beare. Hence me implant in Christ, that I may have His Blood to wash away the filth in mee. And finde his Wounds that are so deep, the grave Wherein my Sins ly dead and buri'de bee. From which let such sweet Exhalations rise As shall my Soule deck with an Holy guise. Lord bed mee in thy Circumcisions Quilt. My wounds bathe with New Covenantall blood. My ears with Grace Lord syringe, scoure off guilt. My Tongue With holy tasled Languague Dub. And then these parts, baptisde thine Organs keep, To tune thy Praise, run forth on golden feet. | 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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