Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 39 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEF GHIHJK ILILII IIIIIM NOPOII QRQRSS ETRTMM EIEIKJ| I John If any Man Sin We Have an Advocate | A |
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| My sin My sin my God these cursed dregs | B |
| Green yellow blue streaked poison hellish rank | C |
| Bubs hatched in nature's nest on serpents' eggs | B |
| Yelp chirp and cry they set my soul a cramp | D |
| I frown chide strike and fight them mourn and cry | E |
| To conquer them but cannot them destroy | F |
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| I cannot kill or coop them up my curb | G |
| 'S less than a snaffle in their mouth my reins | H |
| They as a twine thread snap by hell they're spurred | I |
| And load my soul with swagging loads of pains | H |
| Black imps young devils snap bite drag to bring | J |
| And pick me headlong hell's dread whirlpool in | K |
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| Lord hold Thy hand for handle me Thou mayst | I |
| In wrath but oh a twinkling ray of hope | L |
| Methinks I spy Thou graciously display'st | I |
| There is an advocate a door is ope | L |
| Sin's poison swell my heart would till it burst | I |
| Did not a hope hence creep in 't thus and nurse 't | I |
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| Joy joy God's son's the sinner's advocate | I |
| Doth plead the sinner guiltless and a saint | I |
| But yet attornies' pleas spring from the state | I |
| The case is in if bad it's bad in plaint | I |
| My papers do contain no pleas that do | I |
| Secure me from but knock me down to woe | M |
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| I have no plea mine advocate to give | N |
| What now He'll anvil arguments great store | O |
| Out of His flesh and blood to make thee live | P |
| O dear bought arguments good pleas therefore | O |
| Nails made of heavenly steel more choice than gold | I |
| Drove home well clenched eternally will hold | I |
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| Oh Dear bought plea dear Lord what buy 't so dear | Q |
| What with Thy blood purchase Thy plea for me | R |
| Take argument out of Thy grave t' appear | Q |
| And plead my case with me from guilt to free | R |
| These maul both sin and devils and amaze | S |
| Both saints and angels wreathe their mouths with praise | S |
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| What shall I do my Lord What do that I | E |
| May have Thee plead my case I fee Thee will | T |
| With faith repentance and obediently | R |
| Thy service gainst Satanic sins fulfill | T |
| I'll fight Thy fields while live I do although | M |
| I should be hacked in pieces by Thy foe | M |
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| Make me Thy friend Lord be my surety I | E |
| Will be Thy client be my advocate | I |
| My sins make Thine Thy pleas make mine hereby | E |
| Thou wilt me save I will Thee celebrate | I |
| Thou'lt kill my sins that cut my heart within | K |
| And my rough feet shall Thy smooth praises sing | J |
Edward Taylor
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