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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Title: 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 ...
Author: Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.
Publication: London :: Printed by J. C. for S. S. ...,; 1677.
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¶ Christ, All in All.

CHrist is the Rock on which my Faith must build;
Christ is the Staff on which I safe may lean;
Christ is for my defence the safest Shield;
Christ is the Fountain that must wash me clean.
Who builds not on that Rock, doth build on Sand;
Who leans from him, trusts to a broken Reed;
He falls that fights not under his Command;
His Blood alone doth make me clean indeed.
Christ cleanses, saves, supports my feet from fall:
He is my only Rock, my All in All.
Lord, to my Soul such Heav'nly Grace impart,
Thou may'st be Lord and Tenant of my heart.