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 ...

¶ On Judgment.

JUdge of the World, we wretched sinners quake, Our Consciences do ake; And well they may, whenas we think Of the fierce dreadful fire Of thine Ire, And Phials thou fhalt make Us sinners drink: For thou the Wine-press of thy wrath wilt tread With feet of lead.

Wretched notorious duft! what uncouth place Can shelter from thy face? The Earth will shrink out of thy sight; The Heavens too, that cannot erre, Then shall fear Thee and thy Laws, and from thee take their flight: So burnt with glory, their bright eyes shall, dead, Burst from their head. Great God, can we, Thy Enemies, abide to see Such a glorious Majesty? We beg thy mercy, Lord: Thy Judgment-seat We dare not to intreat, For we are all condemned there. Lord, then O cast a look On thy Book Of Life; behold, we read A Saving Jesus here, And in that Name our sure Salvation see: Lord, make us free, And cross within Our scores of sin; That cancel'd, all our debts are paid by thee.