Lord, Come Away!

  Lord, come away;
  Why dost Thou stay?
Thy road is ready and Thy paths made
    straight
With longing expectation wait
The consecration of Thy beauteous feet.
Ride on triumphantly; behold! we lay
Our lusts and proud will in Thy way,
Hosannah! welcome to our hearts: Lord,
    here
Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear
As that of Sion; and as full of sin--
Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell
    therin;
Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the
    floor,
Crucify them, that they may never more
  Profane that holy place
  Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face.
And then if our still tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of Thy deity,
  The stones out of the temple wall
  Shall cry aloud and call
Hosannah! and Thy glorious footsteps greet.

--Jeremy Taylor, 1613-1667