. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . on sinew of thy neck, That it may beSupple, and pliant to obey my beck,And learn of alone, and yielding, hathA power to appease my wrath. Shave 46 f HE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. Shave off thine hairy scalp, those curled locks Powderd with pride,Wherewith thy scornful heart my judgments mocks,And thinks to hideIts Ihunder-threatend head, which baredAlone is likely to be spard. 8. Rip off those seeming robes, but real rags, Which earth admiresAs honorable ornaments an
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . on sinew of thy neck, That it may beSupple, and pliant to obey my beck,And learn of alone, and yielding, hathA power to appease my wrath. Shave 46 f HE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. Shave off thine hairy scalp, those curled locks Powderd with pride,Wherewith thy scornful heart my judgments mocks,And thinks to hideIts Ihunder-threatend head, which baredAlone is likely to be spard. 8. Rip off those seeming robes, but real rags, Which earth admiresAs honorable ornaments and bragsThat it attires;Which cumber thee indeed. Thy soresFester with what the world adores. 9. Clip thine ambitious wings, let down thy plumes, And learn to stoop,Whilst thou hast time to stand. Who still presumesOf strength, will droopAt last, and flag when he should hurt them most that climb most high. 10. Scrape off that scaly scurf of vanities That clegs thee so :Profits and pleasures are those enemiesThat work thy thou wilt have me cure thy rid each humour that abounds. The £ml: A. CORDIS /tarfcj quam ntille lelmi conhmdere Cor hoc,Quod /iut auch>7*isnonle 7elelle <su# . The COXTRITIOX of the T/iozi<S(i?idJYeces would JI f mA rfi?j Tfearf,Il7rid7 leaves lis Z,ordt a?id acfc aRtbe-lt fiarf. THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 47 The Contrition of the Heart. Psalm li. 1/. A broken and contrite heart, 0 God, thou zvilt notdespise. Epig. 14. fj01V gladly would I bruise and break this heart Unto a thousand pieces, till the smartMake it confess, that, of its own accord,It wilfully rebelld against the Lord ! ODE XIV. 1. Lord, if I had an arm or powr like thine,And could effect what I desire,My love-drawn heart, like smallest wireBended and writhen should together twineAnd twisted standWith thy command :Thou shouldst no sooner bid, but I would go,Thou shouldst not will the thing I would not do. 2. But I am weak, Lord, and corrup
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