. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . d free this Captive from its loathd Reftraint!Speak but the Word, thy Servant fhall be free!Thou mad ft me thus, O thus unhody me IOr if thou wilt not this Relief afford,Grant fome kind Poifon, or fome friendly Sword IDying Id hug the Author of my Death,And beg his Pardon with my lateft to fave Man the Guilty fend fome Difeafe!Death in the moft affrighting jhajte will I to ad Periling fcorching Scene,I ihoud rejoice to hear my Self Heavn! my Patience is oercome by Grief! |Is there above no Succour, no Re
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . d free this Captive from its loathd Reftraint!Speak but the Word, thy Servant fhall be free!Thou mad ft me thus, O thus unhody me IOr if thou wilt not this Relief afford,Grant fome kind Poifon, or fome friendly Sword IDying Id hug the Author of my Death,And beg his Pardon with my lateft to fave Man the Guilty fend fome Difeafe!Death in the moft affrighting jhajte will I to ad Periling fcorching Scene,I ihoud rejoice to hear my Self Heavn! my Patience is oercome by Grief! |Is there above no Succour, no Relief?The mercy Death is all I thee implore *,Lord ! grant it foon, left I Blafpheme thy Pow:When for difpatch tormented Wretches pray,No Crueltys fo barbrous as am I to this noifom Carcafe tyd,Whofe flench is Death in all its ghaftly Pride ?Then fpeak the Word, and I jhall foon be formft me i\ins% O thus unbody Me! An ( «97 ) Amb. in Pfal. cxviij. low does that Soul Live, that is inch fedin a covering of Death ? O 3 IX. / am (i98). Jam in a(shaia7i1rlc77vccii bvctauinq a.,dcim fch Jipchedandlc he Tvtfk Christ ( »99 ) IX. I am in a, Straight between Two, having a, de-fire to be Diffolved, and to be with Chrifi,Philip, i. 2 J. HO W fliall I do to fix my doubtful Love ?Shall I remain below, or foar above IHere Earth detains me, and retards my Flight;There Heavn invites me to fublime Delight:Heaven calls aloud, and bids me hafie away ;While Earth allures, and gently whifpers, ftay !But hence thou fly Inchantrefs of my Heart!Ill break thy Fetters, and defpife thy , hafte, kind Fate, unlock my Prifon Door !Were I releasd, how I aloft woud Soar ?See, Lord! my ftruggling Arms towards Thee are fent,And ftrive to grafp thee in their wide Extent,Oh ! had I powr to mount above the PoleyAnd touch the Center of my longing Sod ITho torn in funder by the Flight I be,Id lofe one half, might tother reach but Thee. O 4 But ( 200 ) But thou above dericTft my weak Def
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