_Nockt_, placed ready for shooting. 75. HIS DREAM. I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse Oil from Thy jar into my cruse; And pouring still Thy wealthy store, The vessel full did then run o'er; Methought I did Thy bounty chide To see the waste; but 'twas replied By Thee, dear God, God gives man seed Ofttimes for waste, as for his need. Then I could say that house is bare That has not bread and some to spare. 76. GOD'S BOUNTY. God's bounty, that ebbs less and less As men do wane in thankfulness. 77. TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR. Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, And time seems then not for to fly, but creep; Slowly her chariot drives, as if that she Had broke her wheel, or crack'd her axletree. Just so it is with me, who, list'ning, pray The winds to blow the tedious night away, That I might see the cheerful, peeping day. Sick is my heart! O Saviour! do Thou please To make my bed soft in my sicknesses: Lighten my candle, so that I beneath Sleep not for ever in the vaults of death; Let me Thy voice betimes i' th' morning hear: Call, and I'll come; say Thou the when, and where. Draw me but first, and after Thee I'll run And make no one stop till my race be done. 78. HIS CREED. I do believe that die I must, And be return'd from out my dust: I do believe that when I rise, Christ I shall see, with these same eyes: I do believe that I must come, With others, to the dreadful doom: I do believe the bad must go From thence, to everlasting woe: I do believe the good, and I, Shall live with Him eternally: I do believe I shall inherit Heaven, by Christ's mercies, not my merit. I do believe the One in Three, And Three in perfect unity: Lastly, that JESUS is a deed Of gift from God: and here's my creed. 79. TEMPTATIONS. Temptations hurt not, though they have access: Satan o'ercomes none, but by willingness. 80. THE LAMP. When a man's faith is frozen up, as dead; Then is the lamp and oil extinguished. 81. SORROWS. Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go, Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe. 82. PENITENCY. A man's transgressions God does then remit, When man He makes a penitent for it. 83. THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER: SUNG BY THE VIRGINS. O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest Of all the maiden train! We come, And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb. Thus, thus, and thus we compass round Thy harmless and unhaunted ground; And as we sing thy dirge, we will The daffodil And other flowers lay upon The altar of our love, thy stone.