Deaths summons: or, A conference betwixt death and the young man, the married man, and the king

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Title: Deaths summons: or, A conference betwixt death and the young man, the married man, and the king
Publication: [London? :: s.n.,; 167-?]
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Subject terms: Death -- Religious aspects -- Christianity -- Poetry.
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The Believing Souls So••iloque to it self.
MOunt up, O Soul, above created glore,
Take Christ in stead of all thou had before
On earth below; take life in stead of death;
Take joy for grief; most willingly out-breath
This dying life, not worthie of the name;
Triumph ov'r death, ov'r trouble, sorrow, shame
Put off thy beggers robe, thy bodie frail,
Thy earthlie mind that in the mire doth trail,
Put on that sute that never shall wax old,
Thy self in Christ's pure righteousness unfold.
Mount up and reign in perfect joy and love,
Possess the Throne, that House that is above;
Not made with hands, eternal in the Heav'n;
Expect thy bodie from the dust again.
Joyn'd with thy soul, that both together may
Sing praise to God, that e're they saw that day:
To God the Father, who did plot such thing,
A sinful worm, ay with himself to reign.
To Christ, the Son, who his blood fullie spent.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 blameless to the Father to present.
And to the Spirit, who doth us sanctifie,
Ay Three in One, and ever One in Three,
Here I desist, because the time is ny;
And so I flit hence to eternity.