. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . complaint,And free this captive from its loathd reftraint ;Speak but the word, thy Servant fhall be free jjThou madft me thus, o thus unbody me!Or if thou wilt not this relief fome kind Toy fen, or fome friendly SivonDying Ill hug the Author of my Death,And beg his pardon with my -lateft to fave man the guilt, fend fome Difeafe,Death in the moftofrighting fiape will I to acl Terillus fcorching Scene,I fhoud rejoyce to hear my felf Heavn! my patience
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . complaint,And free this captive from its loathd reftraint ;Speak but the word, thy Servant fhall be free jjThou madft me thus, o thus unbody me!Or if thou wilt not this relief fome kind Toy fen, or fome friendly SivonDying Ill hug the Author of my Death,And beg his pardon with my -lateft to fave man the guilt, fend fome Difeafe,Death in the moftofrighting fiape will I to acl Terillus fcorching Scene,I fhoud rejoyce to hear my felf Heavn! my patience isorecome by grief Ih there above no fuccour, no relief ?The mercy Death is all 1 thee implore«Lord, grant it foon, left I blafpheme thy powY. Wh (3) #hen for difpatch tormented wretches pray,tfo cruelty s (b barbarous as delay*/Vhy ami to this noifbm carcafe tyd,Whofe flench is death in all its ghaftly pride ?fbenffeak the word, and Ijhallfoon he free;fhou formdit me thus, o thus unbody me I Amb. in Pfal. 118. How does that Soul live, that is in*clofed in a covering of death ? IX. I am (*m). Tarn in aUlrmaktlrebuceii injc Trnvina .1 dejure. irhe. Jipclvcdan^liD & tviI/i +. (i*f) IX. I am in aftraight letweet* two, having a de-fire to he d/folved and to be with Chrift-Philip. ,3- Ow (hall I do to fix my doubtful love ?Shall I remain below, or ioar ahom IHere Earth detains me, and retards my flight,rhere Heavn invites me to fublime delight:Heavn calls aloud, and bids mehafie away,While Earth allures, and gently whifpers, ft hence thou fly Inchantrefs of my heart,Ill break thy fetters, and defpife thy , hafte, kind Fate, unlock my Prifon doer;Were I releasd, how I aloft woud,foar !ee,ZW,my itruggling arms towrdsTfe are fenpAnd ftrive to grafp thee in their wide had I povfrto mount above tbe Tole,--*fd kifs the Centre of my longing Soul! But thou above dericTft my weak deflgns,And ftill oppofeft what thy word
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