. Emblems, divine and moral . idly sleeps unmovd, and standeth vainly still. Great God, it is thy work, and therefore thou be pleasd to cleanse it with thy blood,And wind it up with thy soul-moving busy wheels shall serve thee all her days;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. S32 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. -S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in Hs run, let us run but in the savour of thyointment, not in the confidence of our merits,not in the greatness of our strength: we trust torun, but in the multitude of thy mercies, forthough we run and are willing, it is
. Emblems, divine and moral . idly sleeps unmovd, and standeth vainly still. Great God, it is thy work, and therefore thou be pleasd to cleanse it with thy blood,And wind it up with thy soul-moving busy wheels shall serve thee all her days;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. S32 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. -S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in Hs run, let us run but in the savour of thyointment, not in the confidence of our merits,not in the greatness of our strength: we trust torun, but in the multitude of thy mercies, forthough we run and are willing, it is not in himthat willeth, nor in him that nmneth, but in Godthat showeth mercy. O let thy mercy return,and we will run: thou, like a giant, runnest bytiiy own power J we, unless thy ointment breatheupon us, cannot run. Epjg. not, my watch, being once repaird, to standExpecting motion from thy Makers s wound thee up, and cleansd thy clogs with blood:If now thy wheels stand still, thou art not good. BOOK 4. 233 CANTICLES VIII. 1. O that thou wert as my brother^ that sucked thebreasts of my mother! when I should find theewithout, I icould kiss thee. Gome, come, my blessed infant, and immure thee Within the temple of my sacred arms;Secure mine arms, mine arms shall then secure theeFrom Herods fury, or the high priests harms:Or if thy dangerd life sustain a loss,My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. 234 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. But ah! what savage tyrant can behold The beauty of so sweet a face as this is,And not himself be by himself controUd,And change his fury to a thousand kisses?One smile of thine is worth more mines of treasureThan there were myriads in the days ofCaesar. O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy stock, he had not thought topaddleIn thy dear blood; but prostrate on the earth,Had vaild his crown before thy royal cradle,And laid the sceptre of his glory dowTi,And beggd a heavnly for an earthly crown. Illustrious babe! how is thy handm
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