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58 In that Confinement they did Sing

Praises to the Immortal King.

Then did the Pris'n's Foundation shake;

The Jaylor too with fear did quake.

The Chains were broke, the Doors unbarr'd,

When God's true Israels Voice was heard.

The Christian's Zeal here did not end,

To After-Times it did descend.

At Midnight they would wake from sleep;

Christ's Spirit with them the Watch did keep.

The Throne of Grace they did Besiege,

By th' Eucharist themselves oblige

Their Word to keep, the Truth to speak,

And ne'er their Masters Laws to break.

Nay some so Bold and Fervent were,

They with Solemnity did Swear,

They would not from their Knees arise,

Till God had heard their Pray'rs and Cries.

Their Zeal so glowing and devout

Like th' Altar Fire it ne'er went out.

But O my Coldness and my Sloth

To God's pure Worship and his Truth!

I might with Canaans Grapes be fed,

With Heav'nly Manna for my Bread:

Yet Husks I feed on Day by Day;

And seldom is God's Word my Stay.

How shall I, Lord, thy Pardon crave,

Who on my Self no Mercy have?

How shall I taste of Heav'ns Delight

Who with the Swine have Appetite?