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 ...

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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 ...
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Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.
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London :: Printed by J. C. for S. S. ...,
1677.
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¶ The Call.

COme away, my Lord, my Life, Thy presence doth preserve from strife. Come away, my Lord, my Way, Thy presence 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to obey. Come away, my Lord, my Truth, Thy presence turneth Age to Youth. Come away, my Lord, my Light, Thou dost both Sin and Satan fright. Come away, my Lord, my Feast, That my poor Soul may be thy Guest. Come away, my Lord, my Strength, By thee my days have health and length. Come away, my holy Joy, Guard my Rejoycings from annoy. Come away, my dearest Love, Lord, let my Call thy presence move. Come away, Divinest Lamb, My sins deface, that seek to damn. Come, my Shepherd, come away, Thy Flock in danger are to stray. Come, my Safeguard, and my Shield, In Fights assist me, lest I yield. Come away, Lord, hear my Call; Make no stay, Thou All in All.
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