Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 38 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEE BEBFE GEGEHH IEJEKK ELEMNN OPOPEENE EEEEQQ| I John An Advocate with the Father | A |
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| Oh What a thing is man Lord who am I | B |
| That Thou shouldest give him law Oh golden line | C |
| To regulate his thoughts words life thereby | B |
| And judge him wilt thereby too in Thy time | D |
| A court of justice Thou in heaven holdst | E |
| To try his case while he's here housed on mold | E |
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| How do Thy angels lay before Thine eye | B |
| My deeds both white and black I daily do | E |
| How doth Thy court Thou pannel'st there them try | B |
| But flesh complains 'What right for this Let's know | F |
| For right or wrong I can't appear unto't | E |
| And shall a sentence pass on such a suit ' | - |
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| Soft blemish not this golden bench or place | G |
| Here is no bribe nor colorings to hide | E |
| Nor pettifogger to befog the case | G |
| But justice hath her glory here well tried | E |
| Her spotless law all spotted cases tends | H |
| Without respect or disrespect them ends | H |
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| God's judge himself and Christ attorney is | I |
| The Holy Ghost registerer is found | E |
| Angels the serjeants are all creatures kiss | J |
| The book and do as evidences abound | E |
| All cases pass according to pure law | K |
| And in the sentence is no fret nor flaw | K |
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| What say'st my soul Here all thy deeds are tried | E |
| Is Christ thy advocate to plead thy cause | L |
| Art thou His client Such shall never slide | E |
| He never lost His case He pleads such laws | M |
| As carry do the same nor doth refuse | N |
| The vilest sinner's case that doth Him choose | N |
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| This is His honor not dishonor nay | O |
| No habeas corpus gainst His clients came | P |
| For all their fines His purse doth make down pay | O |
| He non suits Satan's suit or casts the same | P |
| He'll plead thy case and not accept a fee | E |
| He'll plead | E |
| sub forma pauperis | N |
| for thee | E |
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| My case is bad Lord be my advocate | E |
| My sin is red I'm under God's arrest | E |
| Thou hast the hint of pleading plead my state | E |
| Although it's bad Thy plea will make it best | E |
| If Thou wilt plead my case before the king | Q |
| I'll wagon loads of love and glory bring | Q |
Edward Taylor
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