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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¶ The Soul's Soliloquy.

COme, Holy Ghost, our Souls inherit
With Beams of thy Coelestial Spirit:
Inflame our Hearts, we thee desire,
With Sparks from thy Coelestial Fire.
Thou the anoynting Spirit art,
Who dost thy Seven-fold gifts impart:
Thy holy Unction from above,
Is Comfort, Life, and Fire of Love.
Enable with perpetual Light
The dulness of our blinded Sight:
Cherish and cleer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy Grace.
Keep far our Foes, give Peace at home;
Where thou art Guard no ill can come:
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And thee of both to be but one.
That through the Ages all-along,
This may be our endless Song:
Praise to the Almighty merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.