Religion

God's Word like a Glass

by Benjamin Keach 1640–1704

From Spiritual Melody (1691), Part IV

Religion

How prone are people generally
To look into a Glass,
But will not look into God's Word
To see their woful case.

There may they see how foul they be,
How loathsom in God's Eyes,
Whilst in their sins they do remain,
Like Swine in filthy Sties.

A Glass it is a medium fit
Persons to represent,
So in thy Word we may behold
Our God Omnipotent;

Therein his rare Perfections shine,
Yea, his illustrious Face,
In all his glorious Attributes,
His Goodness and his Grace,

We in thy Word may these behold
Beyond what we do see;
Those Works of thine, Lord, can unfold,
Or do make known of thee.

Here we may see the Father clear,
And Son in glory shine;
Here doth the Holy Ghost appear,
And all alike divine.

The Second Part.

A Glass, that's true, doth represent
A Man's own nat'ral Face,
But he away goes, and forgets
What kind of Man he was:

So they who only hear God's Word,
And the same do not do,
The Holy Ghost to such compare,
Which doth their folly show.

A Glass is us'd dress the Head
To put on their Attire;
Come, dress your selves by this rare Glass,
To raise your beauty higher.

Here you may see what still you want,
The which you must have on;
Here may you see how fair you be,
That Grace doth sweet adorn.

You wanton Ones, for shame leave off
Your evil habits, who
Spend so much time in looking in
Your Glasses; Sinners know.

Your Glasses will in the last day
As Witnesses arise
Against you in judgment severe,
Such folly in it lyes,

That nothing can more hateful be
Such precious time to spend,
To dress a filthy Head that must
Be eat of Worms i'th' end,

Whilst your poor Soul has nothing on
But stinking Rags most vile,
And is neglected and forgot
By you too all the while.

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Hymn 86 in the source

MLA

Keach, Benjamin. “God's Word like a Glass.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/keach/87/.

Chicago

Keach, Benjamin. “God's Word like a Glass.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/keach/87/.

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