Prison-pietie, or, Meditations divine and moral digested into poetical heads, on mixt and various subjects : whereunto is added a panegyrick to the right reverend, and most nobly descended, Henry Lord Bishop of London / by Samuel Speed ...

¶ To God the Holy Ghost.

COme into us, Holy Ghost, From thy bright Coelestial coast, Send us a resplendant Beam: Come, thou Father of the Poor, Come, thou willing Gift-bestow'r, Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam. Thou, of Comforters the best, Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, A refreshing sweet relief; Thou in toyl a resting seat, Temper in excessive heat, Solace to a Soul in grief. O thou blessedest of Lights! Those that love t'observe thy Rites, With thy self their bosoms fill. While thou'rt absent, nothing can Be regardable in man; Nothing can he act but ill.

What is for did, mundifie; Water, what is over-dry: What is wounded, render sound; Pliant make what's hard to yield; Cherish what with Cold is chil'd; Govern what is vagabond. In the faithful that confide In thy mercies, cause reside All the train of Sev'n-fold Grace, Give what Vertue's merit is, Give th'accomplishment of Bliss, Joys of an eternal Race.

Amen.