. Emblems divine and moral . r affront the hand that laid it ?So apt is dust to fly in s face that made it. Repugn, be against, or contrary to. M BOOK III.—EMBLEM VII. Job xiii. 24. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me forthine enemy 9 Why dost thou shade thy lovely face ? O whyDoes that eclipsing hand so long denyThe sunshine of thy soul-enlivning eye ? Without that light, what light remains in me ?Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in theeI live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my Life; if thou but turn away. My lifes a thousand deaths: thou art my Way ; Without thee, Lor
. Emblems divine and moral . r affront the hand that laid it ?So apt is dust to fly in s face that made it. Repugn, be against, or contrary to. M BOOK III.—EMBLEM VII. Job xiii. 24. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me forthine enemy 9 Why dost thou shade thy lovely face ? O whyDoes that eclipsing hand so long denyThe sunshine of thy soul-enlivning eye ? Without that light, what light remains in me ?Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in theeI live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my Life; if thou but turn away. My lifes a thousand deaths: thou art my Way ; Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My Light thou art; without thy glorious sight,Mine eyes are darkend with perpetual night:My God, thou art my Way, my Life, my Light. Thou art my Way; I wander, if thou fly :Thou art my Light; if hid, how blind am I !Thou art my Life ; if thou withdraw, I die. Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot see ;To whom, or whither, should my darkness to the Light 1 and whos that Light but thee ?. .lob . liiili- /iifntT-r ffii- (rfi r/tx I /fnvTact . BOOK III. EMBLEMS. 123 My path is lost, my wandring steps do stray ; I cannot safely go, nor safely stay : Whom should 1 seek but thee, my Path, my Way ? O, I am dead: to whom shall I, poor I, Repair ? To whom shall my sad ashes fly But Life ? And where is Life but in thine eye ? And yet thou turnst away thy face, and flyst me;And yet I sue for grace, and thou denyst me :Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only tryst me ? Unscreen those heavnly lamps, or tell me whyThou shadst thy face: perhaps thou thinkst no eyeCan view those flames, and not drop down and die. If that be all, shine forth, and draw the nigher;Let me behold and die, for my desireIs, phoenix-like, to perish in that Are. Death-conquerd Lazarus was redeemd by thee:If I am dead, Lord, set Deaths prisner free;Am I more spent, or stink I worse than he ? If my puffd life be out, give leave to tine*My flameless snuff at that bright lamp o
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