2 Most blessed Vine! Whose juice so good I feel as wine, But thy fair branches felt as blood, How wert thou pressed To be my feast! In what deep anguish Didst thou languish! What springs of sweat and blood did drown thee! How in one path Did the full wrath Of thy great Father Crowd and gather, Doubling thy griefs, when none would own thee! 3 How did the weight Of all our sins, And death unite To wrench and rack thy blessed limbs! How pale and bloody Looked thy body! How bruised and broke, With every stroke! How meek and patient was thy spirit! How didst thou cry, And groan on high, 'Father, forgive, And let them live! I die to make my foes inherit!' 4 O blessed Lamb! That took'st my sin, That took'st my shame, How shall thy dust thy praises sing? I would I were One hearty tear! One constant spring! Then would I bring Thee two small mites, and be at strife Which should most vie, My heart or eye, Teaching my years In smiles and tears To weep, to sing, thy death, my life. RULES AND LESSONS. 1 When first thy eyes unvail, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit's duty. True hearts spread and heave Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun. Give him thy first thoughts then; so shalt thou keep Him company all day, and in him sleep. 2 Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer should Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt Heaven and us. The manna was not good After sun-rising; far-day sullies flowers. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut, And heaven's gate opens when this world's is shut. 3 Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush And whispers amongst them. There's not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning-hymn. Each bush And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing? Oh, leave thy cares and follies! go this way, And thou art sure to prosper all the day. 4 Serve God before the world; let him not go Until thou hast a blessing; then resign The whole unto him, and remember who Prevailed by wrestling ere the sun did shine; Pour oil upon the stones; weep for thy sin; Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven. 5 Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection and the future's bud Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth Is styled their star, the stone, and hidden food. Three blessings wait upon them, two of which Should move. They make us holy, happy, rich.