V. Barnaby Barnes

SOLE hope and blessing of olde Israel’s line!

Which gave, by promise, to his blessed seede

A land that should all blessings plentie breede,

Rivers of pleasant honnie, milke, and wine;

Whose offspring numberlesse Thou calledst thine;

Whome with thine angels’ manna thou didst feede,

Being before from Pharoe’s bondage freede,

When Moyses first thy statutes did resigne:

Behold, deare God! one, in these daies of grace,

(Since by thy precious bloud thou freede mankinde

By promise,) which a portion and a place

Amongst thy children hopeth for to finde

In gospel’s comfort: through thy bloud’s deare prise

Oh, let him purchase such a Paradise!