The young mans monitor, or, A modest offer toward the pious, and vertuous composure of life from youth to riper years by Samuel Crossman.
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The young mans monitor, or, A modest offer toward the pious, and vertuous composure of life from youth to riper years by Samuel Crossman.
Author
Crossman, Samuel, 1624?-1684.
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London :: Printed by J.H. and are to be sold by S. Thompson and T. Parkhurst,
1664.
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Christian life.
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"The young mans monitor, or, A modest offer toward the pious, and vertuous composure of life from youth to riper years by Samuel Crossman." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35189.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 19, 2024.
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Upon the Fifth of November.
The Archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him. But his Bow abode in strength,
Gen. 49.23, 24.
1.
THe day allows thy praises Lord!Our grateful hearts to thee shall sing;Our thankful lips they shall recordThine ancient loves Eternal King!
2.
Our Land shall boast, the holy OneMy great preserver is become▪My Friend, my Foes hath overthrown,And made the pit they digg'd their ••oome.
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With Parthian bows the Archers came,Romes poisonous oyl on the Arrows shone;Thy Turtle was the Archers aime.Shoot, shoot, saies Satan, all's our owne.
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Fond foolish Rome, how dat'st opposeWhom God in his safe bosome laies?Thy malice may it self disclose;But frustrate still shall turn to praise.
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The Crozier staff, thy Triple Crown,Those ensigns of deceit, and pride,Thy Purple Robe, thy blaz'd RenownThe dust shall ever, ever hide.
6.
Thy Merchants shall thy fall lament;Thy Lovers all in sackcloath mourn:While Heav'n, and Earth in one consentShall sing Amen, let Babylon burn.
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Then Lord! thy Spouse whose dropping eyes,Whose sighs, whose sufferings prove her thine;Shall from her pensive sorrows rise,And as the Lamb's fair Bride shall shine.
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Sweet day! sweet day when shall it be?Why staies my Lord? Dear Saviour come.Thy mourning Spouse cries after thee,Stay with me here, or take me home.
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