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The Church.
Indeed the world's thy book,
Where all things have their leaf assign'd:
Yet a meek look
Hath interlin'd.
Thy board is full, yet humble guests
Finde nests.
Where all things have their leaf assign'd:
Yet a meek look
Hath interlin'd.
Thy board is full, yet humble guests
Finde nests.
Thou tarriest, while I die,
And fall to nothing: thou dost reigne,
And rule on high,
While I remain
In bitter grief; yet am I stil'd
Thy childe.
And fall to nothing: thou dost reigne,
And rule on high,
While I remain
In bitter grief; yet am I stil'd
Thy childe.
Lord, didst thou leave thy throne,
Not to relieve? how can it be,
That thou art grown
Thus hard to me?
Were sinne alive, good cause there were
To bear.
Not to relieve? how can it be,
That thou art grown
Thus hard to me?
Were sinne alive, good cause there were
To bear.
But now both sinne is dead,
And all thy promises live and bide:
That wants his head;
These speak and chide,
And in thy bosome poure my tears,
As theirs.
And all thy promises live and bide:
That wants his head;
These speak and chide,
And in thy bosome poure my tears,
As theirs.
Lord Jesu, heare my heart,
Which hath been broken now so long,
That ev'ry part
Hath got a tongue!
Thy beggars grow; rid them away
To day.
Which hath been broken now so long,
That ev'ry part
Hath got a tongue!
Thy beggars grow; rid them away
To day.
My
