are strait and low and can't admit The Proud nor those who can with Scorners sit Wo to the Rich who fix their Hearts below Whose watry Eyes when all the Poor shall go To endless Joys with useless Tears shall flow Rejoice poor humble Souls my Truths embrace And God shall you at last in boundless Glories place LIX And now Lord what is my Hope Truly my Hope is even in Thee Bel. WHence my dearest Lord from whence Should I raise my Confidence Whence while here beneath the Skies Should my Hopes my Comforts rise Only Dearest Lord from Thee So immensly kind to Me. When was 't well with me without Thee When was 't ill and Thou about Me Keep me ever ever poor If I 'm so of Thee secure Heaven without Thee 's all uneasy Earth with Thee would rather please Me. Heaven would be no Seat of Blisses Hell would crown my warmest Wishes If that Hell beneath could show Thee If that Heaven could ne'r bestow Thee Thou' rt my Love my chief Desire All my Sighs and Groans aspire Only for Thee only to Thee While my liveliest Hopes pursue Thee When the greatest Wants surround Me When the greatest Fears confound Me From my God alone commence All my Hopes and Confidence Others hunt inferiour Pleasures All the sweet the charming Measures Of my Safety spring from Thee All things thence are good to Me. Oft I 'm punish'd oft I 'm tempted But by Mercy still prevented While his Rod severely proves Me Still my dearest Master loves Me Still thy Strokes are dear to Me As the softest Joys can be God ray Lord 's my Hope my Shelter When in Sorrow's Gore I welter He 's my Strength my only Stay All without him flies away Helps deceive Me Friends forsake Me Books but doubtful Answers make Me. Counsellors with Quirks confound Me Reeds alas deceitful wound Me. Thou my Help my Comfort art Thou instruct'st and keep'st my Heart All those things to Peace pretending All Felicities depending Must but vain and empty be When abstracted Lord from Thee All that 's Good and Wise and Great All to Thee their Spring retreat And thy Servants Comfort see Only when they trust in Thee Lord to Thee I lift my Eyes Whence my daily Mercies rise Kindest Father Dearest Lord Still thy Joys thy Smiles afford Bless and sanctify my Mind That Thou there a place may'st find That thy Glories there may rest In a Heart with Pureness drest Freed from Sins offensive Pest Lord as thy Goodness large appears Thy Mercies large O let thy Ears To thy poor Servant's Prayers be kind While here to Deathful Shades confin'd Protect preserve defend my Soul While Clouds and Storms about Me roll Let Grace attending thro a peaceful way My Soul to endless Life and endless Light convey Amen The Christian Pattern PARAPHRAS'D The Fourth Book Of the Eucharist The Invitation O Come ye tabouring Souls with Sins vast weight opprest O come and on your Master 's sacred Bosom rest My Flesh is Bread which I 'll on fainting Souls bestow My Blood the Source of Life to all the World below Take eat my Body here each faithful Soul shall find Eat eat it oft to keep your dying Lord in mind He whom my Flesh and Blood divinely entertains Lo I his Lord in Him and He in Me remains My Words with nobler Sense than Carnal Language shine They 'r Life and Sprit All All Mystick All Divine I. And Reverence his Sanctuary Believer THESE Words Dear Christ Eternal Truth are Thine And like thy Self they 'r all Divine At various Times in various Places us'd Each sacred Syllable Which from my Saviour fell New Life new Light quite thro my Soul diffus'd They 'r Thine as utter'd Lord by Thee But Mine as for Salvation meant to Me. I them with flowing Joys receive May they on Me a deep Impression leave They 'r holy and they 'r gracious All And like sweet Dews or Lovers Kisses fall But me my weighty Guilt affrights A wounded Soul no Visitors invites Thy dear soft Words attract my hungry Soul But Thoughts of inward Guilt my forward Haste controul Thou bidst that my Approach with Faith should be If I 'd have any Share in Thee That I 'd of that immortal Nourishment Accept an offer'd Part And with a grateful Heart My Prayers for Life's eternal Bliss present O ye Thou say'st with Sins opprest O come and on my heavenly Bosom rest Sweet Words Dear happy charming Sound About desponding Sinners ecchoing round By These poor Souls invited are In blest Communion with thy self to share But who Dear Lord or what am I Who dare approach the spotless Deity Heaven's lofty Throne 's impure compar'd with Thee And shall a sinful Soul thy glorious Palace be Who can so kind a Condescension show Whence such a tender Friendship flow Dare I before thy sacred Altars kneel Conscious of in-born Sin Who cruel Pangs within And all a wounded Soul's Convulsions feel Oft have I trespass'd in thy sight And dare I now consuming Flames invite Thy Terrors purest Saints avow To them the bright Angelick Armies bow Thou said'st O Come else Lord had we Resign'd to Fears and Incredulity Great Noah's saving Ark appears The Labour of a hundred lingring Years And can a few short Minutes fit the Soul To meet that God whose Arms the vassail'd World controul A Cedar Chest contain'd thy Laws of old Cedar o're-laid with Ophir's Gold Seven toilsom Years that King of Wisdom spent A Temple's Walls to raise To thy immortal Praise Eight Holy Pays in solemn Feastings went A thousand peaceful Offerings blaz'd A thousand Shouts that Ark of Mercy rais'd To its Majestick glorious Seat What tho I only find a Mystick Treat What tho plain Bread and Wine must be The Symbols of his Flesh and Blood to Me The Legislator's greater far Than Laws tho cut by heavenly Fingers are I 'm vile yet can't one Moment freely spend To purge my filthy Soul or lodg my gracious Friend What Art what Care the Godlike Moses tri'd That wondrous Casket to provide What Time what curious Skill what vast Expence Blest Wisdom's mighty Heir Took that He might prepare A Dome for thy Mysterious Residence But Lord what little Care can I To entertain so great a Guest apply O how my Thoughts distracted range How soon my Manly Resolutions change How fixt my wandring Thoughts should be From all inferiour Obligations free When not Angelick Bands But him who all the Angel-Host commands I to receive with humble Faith prepare And at a Feast of Love with my Redeemer share That sacred Ark thy Mercy 's wondrous Seat By thy peculiar Presence great That Ark the Symbol of the Deity In that Illustrious Dome Took up the noblest Room The Holiest Place as representing Thee Yet all the Sacrifices there Were but the Types of that revolving Year In which Incarnate God should fall The great Atonement and should perfect All. That great Atonement Bread and Wine To us exhibit in a Mode
who couldst give thy Fleshy thy sacred Blood By Faith to be my Soul 's Immortal Food O let thy Arms embrace Me Lord while I Here prostrate at thy sacred Footstool lie Till my Devouter Soul approach the peaceful Sky V. Who is able to describe his Glory Christ WOuldst Thou be worthy to participate To eat my Body and to drink my Blood Wouldst thou attain a sinless State Be wholly pure be wholly good Great was the Baptist's Honour who before My self the Gospel-Standard bore Pure are those Angels who on constant Wing Before my Throne Immortal Anthems sing Yet John yet Angels will submisly own Their Lord is kind but their Deservings none What then can Sinners plead or whence can they Pretend to Merits or to Favours due Would they alas their Souls survey Or to Themselves themselves be true They'd to the Dust before my Footstool bow No Merit then but Grace allow They'd all my condescensive Acts adore Their own unfit defective State deplore And with Amazement view that wondrous Love Which at my Table could such Guests approve Thou at my Altars as a Priest canst wait Approach my Presence and my Gifts dispense And Bread and Wine canst consecrate With mighty Words of Mystick Sense What Miracles my Language once could do Those Miracles thy Words renew Mean Matter thence proves a substantial Sign Of Grace Celestial and of Food Divine And by those Ways which heavenly Wisdom trod Sense sees the Matter Faith discerns the God Thou speak'st the Matter still the same remains Yet Strength invisible to all conveys The Mind sublimely entertains And Light thro humble Souls displays Thou seest the Sign couldst thou my Word believe thou 'dst then the inward Part receive Think then what Grace those sacred Hands confer When they imprint the Priestly Character Think what a glorious weight thy Shoulders bear When thou canst in thy Saviour's Room appear A Priest should always bring the Sacrifice Of Holy Converse and an Humble Mind In Him their Pattern vulgar Eyes Of Piety and Love should find With Angels or Angelick Saints below He should his holy Hours bestow When e're He robes himself his Thoughts should be How He may reconcile the World to Me How in his Saviour's Name he 'll intercede And how for Sinners with their Maker plead Think then think how thy Lord was crucifi'd O let his Sufferings melt thy yielding Heart Think how by cruel Hands he di'd That He to all might Love impart Think o're his Love his Life his Innocence From his Example Love commence Mourn o're thy murdering Sins with Sighs Tears Expunge the Follies of thy careless Years Give oft and oft receive that Food design'd To rouze the Sinner and refresh the Mind Mourn too for others Sins and O advise They'd oft remember their expiring Lord And with a grateful Sacrifice For Them his bleeding Wounds record When Thou shalt at my Board devoutly stand And raise thy Consecrating Hand God shall be honour'd Angels shall rejoice My Church adore Me with a chearful Voice New Grace shall every weary Soul revive And we 'll for ever in a blest Communion live VI. Wherewith shall I come before the Lord Bel. MY dearest Lord my surest Guide My God whose Help was ne'r deny'd What shall I do O teach Me Lord I 'm Terror all Confusion all When I my Vileness Lord recal And thy Majestick Height record I die if I abstain and I If I approach unworthy die Shew Me Dear Lord the perfect way Some Exercise before Me lay To fit Me for that sacred Feast It 's good it 's wondrous good to know What Reverence my Soul should show To Thee to be a welcome Guest To taste thy Banquet worthily And sacrifice a Heart to Thee VII Let a Mam examine Himself Christ THE Priest the Private Christian when they dare Approach my Table should with utmost care Their sinful Hearts survey They should with Reverence and Humility Firm Faith and just Resolves to honour Me Their Thoughts in order lay Discourse Receive and Consecrate And in my House with all their best Devotions wait Search thro' thy Conscience where some Taint appears With meek Confession and with mournful Tears O make thy Conscience pure Then when Thou com'st from all Convulsions free Of private griping Guilt thou may'st on Me Rely with Faith secure Hate all thy Sins but hate them more Which by their swift Returns advance thy daily Score Count o're the Bead-roll of thy sinful Deeds Mourn o're that Lust from whence thy Guilt proceeds As from a Poisonous Root O sigh to see thy Thoughts to Earth confin'd Enslav'd to Passions and to Lusts resign'd And all their baleful Fruit Think how thou' rt lost in outward Sense And how thy Phantosms vain from vain Delights commence Think how thou slightst thy Soul 's Internal State How worldly Joys thy holy Flames rebate How hard to Sighs and Tears How swift thou to a loose Debauch canst fly How slow to Rigours and Severity How fond of itching Ears To hear what 's new to see what 's fair And mean and humble things pass with a scornful Air. Mourn o're thy griping Hand thy stingy Heart How wild thy Talk how vain thy silent Part How loose thy Manners are Ill-tim'd thy Actions vast thy Appetite Deaf to thy God but fond of lazy Night And still averse to Care Fond of a Fable Drowsy all When thy poor Soul's Decays for constant Vigils call How Restless till my Holy Days are past How loth to taste of my Immortal Feast How all distracted there Thy Thoughts unhing'd thy Passions quickly rais'd Pointed thy Words thy Censures loudly blaz'd And all thy Dooms severe In Blessings mad in Suffering low Swift in thy boasting Tongue in thy Performance slow These and thy other Sins with Grief confest In this Resolve let all thy Sorrows rest Thy faulty Life to mend Then to my Honour all thy Self resign And let thy Body let thy Soul be Mine To Me thy Thoughts ascend So shall thy Sacrifice be sweet And in his Supper Thou thy Dearest Saviour meet Give but thy Self in this no Sacrifice Can please me more no purer Incense rise From Altars here below If thus a Man with all his Might repent My Grace shall then his Future Woes prevent And Life on him bestow I 'll straight expunge his fatal Score Bless Him with endiess Smiles and mark his Sins no more VIII He endur'd the Cross Christ THUS on the Cross I stretch'd my bleeding Arms And thus my naked Limbs expos'd Thus I dissolv'd dark Hell's malignant Charms And thus thy Wars with Heav'n compos'd I gave my Self a Sacrifice And bore what else thy Soul had born O on my Wounds then turn thy Eyes See how my Brows the sanguine Drops adorn Offer O offer then thy Self to Me A Sacrifice sublim'd and pure O be thy Strength thy best Affections free O may I but thy Self procure Give Me thy Self the Gift I 'll prize But All without thy Self despise
a wondrous Reach or Sense profound But active Faith with Holy Practice crown'd And can that Ideot understand The Mystick Movements of Vnbounded Will Who in a paltry Fly confounds his utmost Skill To me dear Soul thy Sense submit To mighty Faith let shatter'd Reason yield Not like a Rebel proudly keep the Field I 'll give Thee apprehensive Wit Lead Thee with heavenly Wisdom's constant Light Thro all the dangerous Gloom of Intellectual Night Their Faith my Presence some dispute In Bread and Wine with Vapours both amus'd By Hell's black King in Reason's Garb diffus'd Be thou to all his Questions mute Thy Faith to my unfailing Word resign Hell's King will quickly fly before the Sword Divine Yet when the Devil baits Thee so It proves Thee not by Heaven deserted quite Hell scorns against his certain Slaves to fight But where the Plants of Vertue grow He 'll try a thousand Arts the Roots to kill And on the blooming Hopes his blasting Dews distil O to my Altars then prefer A Faith unmov'd and suppliant Reverence And tho thou feel'st thy own imperfect Sense To me the mystick Part refer Who in Himself confides Himself deceives But God the faithful Soul in no Amusement leaves My Walk with honest Hearts is free My Counsels I to humble Souls reveal And needful Truths to prideless Babes unseal Large Minds are more enlarg'd by Me But justly I refuse my slighted Grace To proud assuming Fools who curious Dreams embrace When first in Man I fixt a Light A Spotless Sun his little World survey'd By no distemper'd Organs Fumes decay'd But Sin induc'd the gloomy Night Now Reason oft an erring Guide appears While o're Life's stormy Seas Faith only safely steers Let Reason then presume no more To fix Faith's Rule or guide the wandring Mind My Word I for that constant Rule design'd But Faith's conducting Hand implore Where that thro Hell's dark Ambuscadoes leads Safe in his Master's steps the cautious Servant treads Here in the Sacramental Feast Faith walks attended by her darling Love Both here in Beauty and in Strength improve By Mystick Ways and Means encreas'd God great immense can mighty Wonders do Nor can the sharpest Eyes his cloudy Flights pursue Had Man by Wit anatomiz'd My Actions or without a Veil had shown The dreadful Honours of my Glorious Throne H 'had soon my Glorious Throne despis'd He 's not unutterably Great nor Wise Whose Strength and Wisdom plain and naked lies To shallow wordy Tongues and unbelieving Eyes FINIS The Churches Hymn after the Eucharist GLory be to God on high God who reigns above the Sky Great Mysterious Majesty May that Eternal Peace which shone With radiant Beams about thy awful Throne May she on Golden Wings descend And Her blest Influence extend Thro the rough Corners of the noisy World Late into impious Jars and dark Confusions hurl'd Welcome welcome sacred Love Welcome from those Realms above Goodness Kindness Mercy Light O dispel our gloomy Night Till inclin'd to Vertue we Only Love and Live to Thee We Bless Thee We Praise Thee In Anthems we raise Thee In our daily Devotions And kneeling before Thee We humbly adore thee And with Heavenly Motions Thy Glories we view And thy Service pursue Till on Extasy's Wings We advance from the Springs Till we flutter and dip on the fathomless Oceans Glorious God Celestial King To Thee O our Father Almighty we sing Jesus Lord Eternal Son Begot before the Birth of Time God above the Gods sublime With thy Glorious Father One Jesus Saviour condescending For a sinful World below Spotless Lamb thy Blood expending To subdue our deadly Foe Precious Sacrifice appointed Heavenly Anger to allay Prophet King and Priest anointed Thou who tak'st our Sins away O the Ways of Truth display Lord and with a gentle Sway Make our willing Hearts obey Mercy Lord we Mercy crave O our Souls in Mercy save Thou who tak'st our Sins away Bow and hear thy Servants pray Mercy Lord c. Thou who tak'st our Sins away Lord thy gracious Arms display Hear O hear thy Servants pray O Thou who sitt'st above the Sky On God's right Hand exalted high Cloth'd with glorious Majesty Mercy Lord c. Holiness belongs to Thee Holy Holy Holy We O Eternal Trinity Sing out with Angel Quires and ever sing to Thee Thou Holy Jesus art our Lord alone And with the Spirit and with the Father One Of One Immortal Throne possest And with united Praise united Glories blest Amen Haec cecini Interpres Christo Duce Auspice Christo Saucius ah Domini Pectus amore mei Vt Laudes Pater ore tuas graviore canamus In resides Animos Spiritus Alme veni Amen FINIS