FRANCIS DAVISON. REPENTANCE. THOUGH late, my heart, yet turn at last, Than follow on to sure decay : Though weight of sin doth press thee down, And keep thee grovelling on the ground; Though black Despair, with angry frown, Thy wit and judgment quite confound; Though time and wit have been misspent ; Yet grace is left, if thou repent. Weep then, my heart; weep still, and still; Then shall thine angry Judge's face I strive to rise-sin keeps me down; SAPPHICS UPON THE PASSION OF CHRIST. HATRED eternal, furious revenging, Impious scoffings by the very abjects, Christ did abide here. He, that in glory was above the angels, Glory refusing. Me, that in bondage many sins retained, He for his goodness-for his goodness onlyBrought from hell torments to the joys of heaven, Not to be number'd; Dead in offences, by his aid revived, Quicken'd in spirit by the grace he yieldeth : Sound then his praises, to the world's amazement Thankfully singing. GOD MY REFUGE. PSALM XIII. HEAR, O Lord and God! my cries; Heavenly beams in them infusing; Lest my woes, too great to bear, Lest my foes their boasting make, Hearten'd by my sad example. As for me I'll ride secure At thy mercy's sacred anchor, Fiercest storms of wrong and rancour. These black clouds will overblow, And my grief-wrung heart, I know, Therefore I'll rejoice and sing My just hopes, at his good pleasure. THE LORD MY SHEPHERD. God, who doth all nature hold Is my Shepherd kind and heedful; Me, his sheep, Still supplied with all things needful. He feeds me in fields, which been Fresh and green, Mottled with spring's flowery painting; Through which creep, with murmuring crooks, Crystal brooks, To refresh my spirit fainting. Shades on every side enfold me, Dreadless, having Thee for guide, Should I 'bide, For thy rod and staff uphold me. |