The devout hart or Royal throne of the pacifical Salomon. Composed by F. St. Luzuic S.I. Translated out of Latin into English. Enlarged with incentiue by F. St. Binet of the same S. and now enriched with hymnes by a new hand

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Title: The devout hart or Royal throne of the pacifical Salomon. Composed by F. St. Luzuic S.I. Translated out of Latin into English. Enlarged with incentiue by F. St. Binet of the same S. and now enriched with hymnes by a new hand
Author: Luzvic, Stephanus, 1567-1640.
Publication: [Rouen] :: Printed by Iohn Cousturier,; 1634.
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Subject terms: Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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THE HYMNE.
IESVS, thy power and gratious wil
Is alwayes drawing good from il,
And life from death, and ioy from grones,
And Abrahams childrē mak••st of stones.
Behold a quick-set is my hart,
With thornes and bryars on euery parte;
One drop of bloud alone thou shedst
Wil make a rose, wheres'er thou treadst:
Oh may my hart sweet odours breath
Of vertue! Ah! thy thorny wreath
That pear••'d into thy brayne made red
And parple roses on thy head.
Then for my sinnes, that I may mourne,
With roses grant a pricking thorne.