Classic Poem

lets hindring the soull in its speedy progrese, to its desired home.

Fain I would break throug ev'ry lett
That I doe thee, with speed may get.

Oh shew the lets, that hinder me
In this my care, I run to, thee

Sin doth out of thy presence lock
And in my way lye as a block.

Oh let me still take heed of sin
Which will so crop, & clip my wing.

As that I shall not fly apace
To the fruition, of thy face.

Take heed my soull, of secreet prid
For that will surely from thee hide.

That sweet, & lovly countenance
Which on thy soull should influence.

Each sin will raise, a fog, and mist
So that to goe, thou'lt have no list.

Vain company will so benum
Thee, thou wilt not know how to run.

A lukwarm, dull, indiferency
Thou must be carefull, to espye.

Much love to any thing, but Christ
Will keep thee, that with sayls up hoyst.

Thou shalt not move, unto thy port
Nor march with speed, to heavens court.

The great block, that will throw thee down
In thy swift motion, to the Crown

Is unbeleife, therfore beware
And carfully, avoid that snare.

Do thou by grace, each sin out weed
That I to thee, may run with speed

Throw ev'ry block out of my way
That would me, in my Joyrney stay.

Enlarg my hart; that I may run
And never stop, till time be done