Ad magistratum three sermons preached before the justices of assize, at Bury-St.-Edmunds in the countie of Suffolk : with sacred hymns upon the Gospels for the hyemal quarter / by Tho. Stephens.

Quinquagesima. Luk. 18.

HArk! whata shrieking the blind begger keeps? The high-ways and the streets do ring, The walls of Iericho ecchoing With his shrill cryes; As if his eyes Which could not see, were onely made to weep. Take pity on me David's son! Oh son of David hear my moan: Open my eyes, 'tis thou art he That mad'st the eye canst make it see. Blinde though I am, my faith discovers clear The son of Iesse passeth here. Oh! Iesu pity me, make it appear Although I want mine eyes, thou hast an ear. Have mercy on me Davids son! Thou hast the eye-salve, or there's none. Such shrieks and cries Will pierce the skies, And where the eyes be out will stick a star. They are not blind, whose faith can see so far.

Coll.

Blest fountain of all goodness! thou do'st see We are as poor, we are as blinde as he. Yet can we but cry after Thee, Oh then Our faith will help us to our eyes agen.