O Sure Lord, there is enough in the… Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Delug… Cover the Earth, so doth thy Maje… Each Cloud distills thy praise, a…

How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a ches… To swaddle infants, whose young br… Scarce knows the way; Those clouts are little winding-sh…

How should I praise thee, Lord! h… Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul doth feel sometime… My soul might ever feel! Although there were some forty hea…

Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and p… Both to be busy, and to play. But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone,

Wounded I sing, tormented I indit… Thrown down I fall into a bed, an… Sorrow hath chang’d its note: such… Who changeth all things, as him pl… For well he knows, if but one grie…

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever… Take up thine eyes, which feed on… Unfold thy forehead, gathered into… Thy Saviour comes, and with Him m… Awake, awake,

Lord, how can man preach thy etern… He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost him af… This glorious and transcendent pla… To be a window, through thy grace.

A wreathed garland of deserved pra… Of praise deserved, unto thee I g… I give to thee, who knowest all my… My crooked winding wayes, wherein… Wherein I die, not live: for life…

It cannot be. Where is that migh… Which just now took up all my hear… Lord, if thou must needs use thy d… Save that, and me; or sin for both… The grosser world stand to thy wor…

Philosophers have measur’d mountai… Fathom’d the depths of the seas, o… Walk’d with a staff to heav’n, and… But there are two vast, spacious t… The which to measure it doth more…

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so br… The bridal of the earth and sky: The dew shall weep thy fall tonigh… For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and b…

Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes… To worldly things are sharp, but t… To me, who took eyes that I might… Was ever grief like mine? The Princes of my people make a h…

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me.

Lord, with what care hast Thou be… Parents first season us; then scho… Deliver us to laws;—they send us b… To rules of reason, holy messenger… Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow doggi…

O blessed body! Whither are thou… No lodging for thee, but a cold ha… So many hearts on earth, and yet n… Receive thee? Sure there is room within our hear…