Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent.
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Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent.
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Short, J.
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London :: printed by G. Bishop, and R. White, for Tho: Underhill, at the Bible in Woodstreete,
1641.
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Religious poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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"Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A60022.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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THou heart-rein-searching, spirit-pondering God,Turne mine eyes inward, teach my head to plod;To looke to what thou look'st, the maine, the man,The soule, the selfe; for when I gadding ranneSo oft abroad, the divill he gat him homeAnd made my wanton heart the teeming wombeOf stolen pleasure; stoale th' word and sow'd instead,A world of tares a world of griefe doe breed.Still may I watch, my yessell keepe sincere;Th'infusion else corrupts though ne're so cleare.And yet if thou deare God wu't please to comeInto my heart, my heart'l sincere become,Tho' ne're so foule. And long'nough may 't contriveWayes how to cleanse it, and to th' utmost strive,And all in vaine; unlesse that foulenesse cu'dMake faire. My sorrowes, watchings, cares, what goodCan all from him who of himselfe is allPollution? VVu't heare the humble call?O come, come, come away and doe not stayUntill thou comest, and then for ever stay.Sure there is somewhat of thee here, so longsTo see thee, while my spirits in such throngsCome forth to welcome thee: nay a'nt I allLovely in my Christ unto thy sight? yet shallMy blacke abide? still will I sweetly groneTo hast thy comming till I'm to mine owne.Then come blest day, come, inside outside turne,And try each thought by th' all discerning Sunne.
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How humbly then sinceritie shall smile!When proud Hipocrisies unpainted guileShall show her devill-like face! More humble wereI, I must needes become the more sincere.Cause I have more o'th' God-of-puritieSincerity, holinesse; and while I spieMore beautious glories, th' obstacles more remov'd,He needs must be more humbly belov'd.
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