262 E. B. Reed, 



[p. 549] A Songe of Prayse 



Earth prayse the Lord him Reverence beare 

 As well for's Thunders that we heare 

 At w^'i poore Mortals stand affraid 



As four the glotious Maruels which 

 Such Splendors doth the world inricli 

 They are the workes his hands hath made 



His Prouidential loue lets singe 



That w'l^ a plentious flowinge springe 



Our barren soules hee watered 



The East the West tast of his ("are 

 Hott Affrick nor the freezinge Beare 

 From his al seeinge eye is hidd 



[p. 550] And wast nott he He who did please 

 W'^ seueral kinds to store the Seas 

 Of Fish beyond account Nay more 



Made Woods & Hills that Cataile yeilds 



Gaue flowry Pasturs verdent feilds 



That bringe both Corne & wine great store 



But how doe we his mercy wronge 

 He sees wee still in Sin grow stronge 

 And day by day his patience moue 



Yet as a Father ready is 



To pardon faults he sees in his 



Such are the tokens of his loue 



[p. 551 ='] In vs Affections oh tis strange 



Wth Q^j- light humor suddaine Change 

 As in a moment they grew old 



They w'*^ the Wind are easely driuen 

 But his is alweyes firme & euen 

 And to Eternity doe hold 



Finis 



