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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London :: Printed by M.S. for Laurence Blaiklock, and are to be sold at his shop neer the Middle-Temple Gate,
1652.
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Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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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/A84367.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 11, 2024.

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Page 102

A Question.

MY God! What businesse on earth is worth detain∣ing a Soul from Heaven, that is prepar'd with de∣sire to come from earth, to live in heaven with thee.

Palmer! Why told you me, God hath something here remarkable for mee to doe, before I leave the earth; else could I have laid downe my head each night, with expectation of a mornings rise in heaven; now I doe lay it downe onely with a contenting joy, that I am his, and that when his will is done with me, or by me here; I shall then goe to possesse tha Heaven which onely can content the desire of my immortall Soul: Had you not told me so, I might have hop'd, that excessive joy, for the glory which I shall possesse, might have rais'd me to that blisse to which I doe a∣spire. My God, my Soul breaths after thee, and can∣not be satisfied, till she comes to a full possession of thee.

Lord, what on earth can there be done by mee, Worth keeping here, my longing Soul from thee.
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