Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.
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Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.
Author
Baxter, Richard, 1615-1691.
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London :: Printed b T. Snowden for B. Simmons ...,
1681.
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Consolation -- Early works to 1800.
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"Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26987.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.
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The Submission.
FAther, forgive my passion and rash words:Yet I'le be thine: I'le own no other Lords.Seeing thou wilt accept so frail a Worm,That can without thee no good thing perform;Still I'le be thine, and stand to what I said,When I my Covenant and Resignment made.I'le rather groan within, and suffer more,Than laugh with them that stand without thy door.O let thy Will attract and perfect mine!Hereafter not My Will be done, but Thine.
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And let the roughest way seem fair and eaven,That hath thy presence, and doth lead to Heaven.And as thou bidst me, Evermore Rejoyce,Give me a joyful heart, and praising voice.Suffer not sin to soil thy grace and me;But make me such as thou wouldst have me be.Let streams of Love flow from thy open breast:And let me wait, and long to feel the REST.
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