The Church.
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¶ The Windows.
LOrd, how can man preach thy eternall word?
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie
More rev'rend grows, & more doth win;
Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie
More rev'rend grows, & more doth win;
Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.
Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and aw: but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the eare, not conscience ring.
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and aw: but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the eare, not conscience ring.
¶ Trinitie Sunday.
LOrd, who hast form'd me out of mud,
And hast redeem'd me through thy bloud,
And sanctifi'd me to do good;
And hast redeem'd me through thy bloud,
And sanctifi'd me to do good;
Purge all my sinnes done heretofore:
For I confesse my heavie score,
And I will strive to sinne no more.
For I confesse my heavie score,
And I will strive to sinne no more.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me;
With faith, with hope, with charitie;
That I may runne, rise, rest with thee.
With faith, with hope, with charitie;
That I may runne, rise, rest with thee.
¶ Con-
