The Glory Of And Grace In The Church Set Out

Come now beholdWithin this Knot What Flowers do grow:Spangled like gold:Whence Wreaths of all Perfumes do flow.Most Curious Colours of all sorts you shallWith all Sweet Spirits s[c]ent. Yet that’s not all.

Oh! Look, and findeThese Choicest Flowers most richly sweetAre DisciplindeWith Artificiall Angells meet.And heap of Pearls is precious: but they shallWhen set by Art Excell: Yet that’s not all.

Christ’s Spirit showersDown in his Word, and SacramentsUpon these FlowersThe Clouds of Grace Divine Contents.Such things of Wealthy Blessings on them fallAs make them sweetly thrive: Yet that’s not all.

Yet Still behold!All flourish not at once. We seeWhile some UnfoldTheir blushing Leaves, some buds there bee.Here’s Faith, Hope, Charity in flower, which callOn yonders in the Bud. Yet that’s not all.

But as they standLike Beauties reeching in perfumeA Divine HandDoth hand them up to Glories room:Where Each in sweet’ned Songs all Praises shallSing all ore Heaven for aye. And that’s but all.

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l. 2: Knot; flowerbed

l. 6: sent; scent

l. 9: Disciplinde; disciplined

l. 26: reeching (reeking); strongly smelling

l. 30: for aye; forever