Cambridge :: Printed by [E.G., London, and] Roger Daniel printer to the Universitie, 1646. For J. Rothwell at the Sun in Pauls Church-yard [London,
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"Poems by John Hall." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A86824.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.
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An Ode.
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DEscend O LordInto this gloomy heart of mine,And once affordA glimpse of that great Light of thine,The Sunne doth never hereTo shine on basest dunghills once forbeare.
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What though I beNothing but high corruption?Let me have theeAnd at thy presence 'twill be gon,
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Darkenesse dare never standIn competition while the Suns at hand.
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And though my sinnesBe an unnumbred number, yetWhen thou beginsTo looke on Christ, do then forgetI help'd to cause his griefe.If so, Lord from it grant me some reliefe.
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All thou demandsIs that small peice of me, my heart;Lo here it standsThine wholly, I'le reserve no part;Let the three corners be(Since nought else can) fil'd with one triple thee.
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Set up a Throne,Admit no rivall of thy power,Be thou alone(I'le onely feare thee) Emperour,And though thy limits maySeeme small, Heaven onely is as large as they.
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And if by chanceThe Old-oft-conquer'd EnemyNew stirrs advance,Looke but upon him and hee'l fly,The smallest checke of thineWill do't, so cannot all the power that's mine.
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Thy Kingdome isMore then ten thousand worlds, each heartA Province is;Keepe residence in mine, 'tis partOf those huge Realmes; I'le beThy slave, and by this meanes gaine libertie,
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Such as all EarthNe're could so much as fancy yet,Nor can give birthTo thoughts enough to fathom it,No no, nor can blest IWhen I injoy it, know what I enjoy.
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Then give me thisI aske for, though I know not what(O Lord) it is:But what's of greatest price give that,Or plainely bold to beIn begging, Lord, I pray thee give me thee.
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