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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

God’s Glory and Goodnes Inexplicable

XXII. John Davies

THIS wondrous Trinity in Vnity

Is vnderstood to bee: but how? And here

Is such a gulph of deepest mistery

As none, without bee’ng quite orewhelmd with fear,

Can looke therein to tell the secrets there!

For what beseeming that good evriething

Can we imagin, though we angels were?

That is as farre past all imagining

As we are short of paceing with his wing.

We erre in nought with danger more extreame,

Nor in ought labour with more hard assay;

Yet nought we know with more hart’s ioy than them:

But in their search, if once we lose our way,

We may be lost and vtterly decay:

Its deadly dangerous then for them to looke

Through waies more sullen then the foe of day,

Without Faith’s lanthorne, Truth’s most blessed booke,

Which none ere left, but straight the way forsooke.

For Justice’ Sonne was sent by Grace his sire

The gospell to promulgate from his brest,

His councels to disclose, our doubts to chere:

Then if we go to seeke this Beeing blest

Without these helpes, we strayeng neuer rest.

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