Poems, divine and humane by Thomas Beedome.

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Title
Poems, divine and humane by Thomas Beedome.
Author
Beedome, Thomas, d. 1641?
Publication
London :: Printed by E.P. for Iohn Sweeting, and are to be sold at his shop ...,
1641.
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Pages

Meditation.

1.
MY God came downe in thunder once, but then The sonnes of men Affrighted at the dreadfull cracke, Sounded, fell backe, Desiring not his presence so agen.
2.
My God came downe in whirlewinds too, and flame, But his great Name, So blazon'd, did astonish more Than heretofore, When pointed thunder his loud Herrald came.
3.
My God came downe in flesh and blood, and then The Sonnes of men, To such familiar mercy call, Their spleene and gall To properate his hast to heaven agen.
4.
My God comes daily downe, in bread and wine, A feast divine:

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But grounds, and oxen hinder some, They cannot come; Exclude them then, sayes God, they are not mine.
5.
My God comes downe in each repentant teare Which my sad feare, Of his displeasure, and my sinne exhales 'Tis that which bales My soule, for all the good shee's in ateare.
6.
Come to mee still, my God, or else let mee; So thou assist my footsteps, go to thee. I know the way, for if to thee I come, Thou art as well the voyage as the home. If thou to mee, my soule no passage feares: y thunder whitle winde, flesh, or east, or teares.

T.B.

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