Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own.

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Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own.
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Lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God, and not her own.
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London :: Printed by M.S. for Laurence Blaiklock, and are to be sold at his shop ...,
1652.
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Meditations.
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"Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A39234.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.

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Comfort in Temptations and Afflictions.

COme Christians that so mazed bee At earths events, O come and see What cause there is for your dismay, When God takes care for you each day.

Page 58

Th'Apostle bids us then to joy, When as temptations us annoy. And heavens great Prince sed unto you Before, he bid the earth adieu. Let not your hearts here troubled be, For if you do beleeve on me, In heav'n a Palace there is for you, Fear not, in me, it is your due. I'st prison that doth you afright? In dungeon deep hee'l be your light. I'st war whose fear you do pretend? The Lord of Host can you defend. I'st sicknes that doth cause your dread? He easie can make your sick bed. Unless by these he will you take Into his glory, and there make You to behold those Visions fair, Will ravish you from all your care. Then sith heav'ns King can safe you keep, There is no cause for you to weep. You shall not enter to his rest, If you by doubting him molest.
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