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"himselfe" poems
O mother of the Saviour of the world,      Blesséd art thou, among all women blest, For God himselfe within thy womb was curl'd,      And God himselfe did suckle at thy brest; And he that dy'd and rose and quitt the tomb Blossom'd within thy house and there did bloom. The firstborn fruit of Gods inerrant seede,      Press'd like a bunch of grapes beneathe His wrath Untill the Man of Sorrowes sore did bleede      And suffer more than any martyr hath, Was offer'd vpp a sacrifice for mee By Father God and, Mother Mary, thee. Woman, behold thy Sonne, the glorifi'd,      Transfigur'd Kinge of Heauen; lion, lamb, Messiah, God and man who liu'd and died      And liues againe for aye, and is I AM; Like Abraham, the LORD did ask thy Sonne; Like Abraham, thou saidst, Thy will be done.
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Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
Our Ladye's Sacrifice
Quhat doe yowe call a king that's first and sixt? Yow call him Gods appointed King; King James; The King of Ireland, Scotland, and England, mixt; The King of riuers Shannon, Tay, and Thames. God saue the King, the faithfull King who claimes For Christ the King the Ingliche written word And lifts the name aboue all other names VVho is the Lord of euery other lord. The King of kings, the word that's als a sword Diuiding soule from spirite as flesh from bone, Hath made himselfe with James of one accord And plac'd the monarch James upon his throne. The booke of James by God is avthoriz'd And hath no neede to euer be reviz'd.
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Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
A Sonnet in Honour of the King