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 ...

¶ The Remembrance.

ANd now, my Soul, canst thou forget That thy whole life is one long debt Of Love, to him who on the Tree Paid back the flesh he took for thee?

Lo, how the streams of pretious blood Flow from five wounds into one flood! With these he washes all thy stains, And buys thy Ease with his own Pains.

Tall Tree of Life, we clearly now That doubt of former ages know; It was thy wood should make a Throne Fit for a more than Solomon.

Large Throne of Love, royally spread With Purple of too rich a red: Strange costly price! thus to make good Thine own esteem with the Kings blood.

Hail, fairest Plant of Paradise, To thee our hopes lift up their eyes. O may aloft thy branches shoot, And fill the Nations with thy fruit.

O may all reap from thy increase; The Just more strength, the Sinner peace, While our half-wither'd hearts, and we Engraft our selves, and grow on thee.

Live, O for ever live, and reign, Bless'd Lamb, whom thine own love hath slain: And may thy lost Sheep live to be True lovers of thy Cross and thee.