The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Praise (II)
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¶ Praise.
King of Glorie, King of Peace,I will love thee:And that love may never cease,I will move thee.
Thou hast granted my request,Thou hast heard me:Thou didst note my working breast,Thou hast spar'd me.
Wherefore with my utmost artI will sing thee,And the cream of all my heartI will bring thee.
Though my sinnes against me cried,Thou didst cleare me;And alone, when they replied,Thou didst heare me.
Sev'n whole dayes, not one in seven,I will praise thee.In my heart, though not in heaven,I can raise thee.
Thou grew'st soft and moist with tears,Thou relentedst:And when Justice call'd for fears,Thou disentedst.
Small it is, in this poore sortTo enroll thee:Ev'n eternitie is to shortTo extoll thee.