. 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 x^-ind it up with thy soul-moving busy wheels shall serve thee all her days ;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. 220 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv, S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in us run, let us run but in the savour of thyointment, not in the confidence of our merits, not inthe greatness of our strength : we trust to run, but inthe multitude of thy mercies, for though we run andare 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 x^-ind it up with thy soul-moving busy wheels shall serve thee all her days ;Her hand shall point thy powr, her hammer strikethy praise. 220 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv, S. Bern. Ser. xxi. in us run, let us run but in the savour of thyointment, not in the confidence of our merits, not inthe greatness of our strength : we trust to run, but inthe multitude of thy mercies, for though we run andare willing, it is not in him that willeth, nor in himthat runneth, but in God that showeth mercy. 0 letthy mercy return, and we will run : thou, like a giant,runnest by thy own power ; we, unless thy ointmentbreathe upon us, cannot run. Epig. not, my watch, being once repaird, to standExpecting motion from thy Makers wound thee up, and cleansd thy clogs with blood :If now thy wheels stand still, thou art not good. EMBLEMS. 221. CANTICLES Vm. 1. 0 that thou wert as my hrother, that sucked the breastsof my mMher! when I should find thee without, Ivxndd kiss thee. (^OME, 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 : 222 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. Or if thy dangerd life sustain a loss, My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. 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 of Caesar. 0 had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, So known thy stock, he had not thought to paddleIn thy dear blood ; but prostrate on the vaild his crown before thy royal laid the sceptre of his glory down,And beggd a heavnly for an earthly crown. Illustrious babe ! how is t
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