Jeremy Taylor Poems

This day
We sing
The friend of our eternal King:
Who in His bosome lay.
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Full of mercy, full of love,
Look upon us from above;
Thou who taught'st the blinde man's night
To entertain a double light.
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He that will sow his field with hopefull seed,
Must every bramble, every thistle weed;
And when each hindrance to the graine is gone,
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'Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord!'
Her faithful children cry with one accord;
Come, ride in triumph on! behold we lay
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Great God, and just! how canst Thou see,
Dear God, our miserie,
And not in mercy set us free?
Poor miserable man! how wert thou born,
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Friends are to friends as lesser gods, while they
Honour and service to each other pay:
But when a dark cloud comes, grudge not to lend
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Lands, gold, and trifles many give or lend:
But he that stoops in fame is a rare friend;
In friendship's orbe thou art the brightest starre,
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Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries
At the obsequies
Of their babes, that cry
More that they lose the paps, then that they die.
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Where is this blessed Babe
That hath made
All the world so full of joy
And expectation;
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He that is guilty of a sin
Shall rue the crime that he lies in.
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