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A29488	A bundle of soul-convincing, directing, and comforting truths clearly deduced from diverse select texts of Holy Scripture, and practically improven, both for conviction and consolation : being a brief summary of several sermons preached at large / by ... M. Roger Breirly ...	Brereley, Roger, 1586-1637.	1677 (1677)	Wing B4659; ESTC R1288	256,743	378

drink In all the tears he shed Thus water washt and burning blood did cleanse In one baptism so for to dispense Water and blood distinguish we may so In two though one and so there be no moe Baptisms but one which cleanseth sin away By Jesus in his water and blood for ay For God in three distinguished may be And yet but one there is in verity Thus we may drink with Christ his water so In watry tears and unto blood may go And drink thereof to take with him a sup Though two yet is but one devincing cup. SELF CIVIL WAR I Sing not Priam nor the Siege of Troy Nor Agamemnon's War with Thestis Joy I sing my self my Civil Wars within The Victories I hourly loose and win The daily battel the continual strife The Wars that end not till I end my life And yet not mine alone not only mine But every on 's that's under the honor'd Sign Of Christs his Standard shall his Name inroul With holy vows of body and of soul Vouchsafe O Father succour from above Courage of Soul comfort of heavenly love Triumphant Captain glorious General Furnish me Arms from thine own Arsenal O sacred Spirit my Sp'rits assistant be And in this Conflict make me conquer me Vertue I love I lean to vice I blame This wicked World yet I embrace the same I climb to Heaven I cleave to the earth both I love my self and yet my self I loath Peaceless I peace pursue in Civil War With and against my self I joyn I jar I burn I freeze I fall down I stand fast Well ill I sare I glorie though disgrac't I dye I live I triumph put to flight I feed on cares in tears I take delight My slave base brave I serve I run at large In libertie yet ly in Jaylours charge I strike I stroke my self I kindly ken Worke mine own woe rub gall rouse my spleen Oft in my sleep to see rare dreams I dream Wakeing mine eye doth scarce discern a beam My mind strange Megrim whirling to and fro Now trusts me hither thither doth me throw Into diverse fractions I my self divide And all I trie I fly on every side What I but now desir'd I now disdain What late I weigh'd not now I wish again To day to morrow this that now annon All nothing crave I ever never one But Combitant unreadie for the field To tardie take I after wounds my shield Still hurled headlong to unlawful things Down-dragging vice me easily downward dings But sacred vertue climbs so hard and high That hardly can I her steep steps descrie Both right and wrong to me indifferent are My Lust is law what I desire I dar Be there so foul a fault so fond a fact Which follie asking furie dare not act But artless heartless in religious cause To do her lessons to defend her Laws The all proof Armmour of my God I loose Fly from my charge and yield it to my foes Guilty of sin sins punishment I shun But not the guilt before the offence be done For how could shunning of a Sin ●nsue To be the occasion of another new Oft and again at the same stone I trip As if by falling I learned not to slip Alive I perish and my self undo Mine eyes self-willing wise and witting too Sick to my self I run for my relief More sicker of my Physick than my grief For whilest I seek my swelting thirst to swage Another thirst more ragingly doth rage Whiles burnt to death to coole me I desire With flames my flames with sulphure quench I fire Whil'st that I strive my swelling waves to stop More stormilie about they toss my top Thus am I cur'd this is my common ease My med'cine still worse than my worst disease My sores with sores my wounds with wound I heal Whilst to my self my self I still conceal And O! what leagues what truces make I still With Sin with Satan and my wanton will What slight occasions do I take to Sin What silly crimes am I entraped in What idle cloaks for crimes what nets to hide Notorious sins already long descri'd I writ in ice winds witness sign'd with showres I will redeem my Soul lif 's former hours But soon the swing of custome whirl-wind-like Rapting my passions ever fashion sike Transports me to the contrarie alone Faint guard of goodnesse armless Champion My green-sick tast doth nothing sweeter finde Then what is bitter to a gracious minde Egypts fat flesh-pots I am longing for The eternal Manna I do here abhor Worlds Monarch Mammon Dropsie mystical Crown'd round fac't Gods I joyn Beliall Mydar's desire the misers only trust The sacred hunger of Pactolian dust Gold gold bewitches me and frets accurst My greedy throat with more then Dipsian thirst My mind 's a gulf whose gaping nought can stuff My heart a hell that never hath enough The more I have I crave the lesse content In store more poor in plentie indigent For of those Cates how much soe're I cr●m It doth not stop my mouth but stretch the same Sweet useries inf●stuous interest For Dollors dolours hoordeth in my Chest The world's slave confits and the minds sweet pleasure Insatiat both both boundless bot● past measure This Cleopatra that Sardonaple For huge annoy's brings joy's both short and smal O! miracle begot by Heaven in Earth My mind divine my bodie brute by birth O! what a monster am I to depaint Half friend half fiend half savage half a saint Higher than my fier doth my grosse earth aspire My raging flesh my restlesse force doth tyre And drunk with wordly lusts deep sunk in sleep My sp'rit the spye that warie watch doth keep Betrayes at last woe that I trust it so My Souls dear kingdom to her deadlie soe Through ●a●es Caribdis and through gulfs of grief Star-la-board run I sailing all my life In merrie sorrie seas with wind at will My Ship my flesh my sense my Pilots still As in a most seditious common-well Within my breast I feel my lust rebell Against their Prince my furious people use Their awlesse Prince dare his own Law despise Mine Er's an out-law and my struggling Twins Jacob and Esau never can be friends Such deadlie feed such discord such despight Ever 'twixt brethren such continual sight What done in me another doth not I Yet both alace my guest and enemie My mind unkind sub-ordin'd by my soe Indeed within me but not with me tho Near yet far off in fleshly count be fyl'd And with the worlds contagious filth defil'd I am too narraw for my own desires My self desires me what my flesh requires Fearful I hope careful secure I languish Hungrie too full drye drunken sugred anguish Wearie of life merrie of death I suck Wine from my Punice honie from the rock Disorder'd order mournful merriment Dark-day Dooms-day dull double diligent Infamous fame known errour skilless skill Mad mind rood reason an unwilling will A healthie plague a wealthie want poor treasure A pleasant torment a tormenting pleasure An odious love an uglie dentie base Reproachful honour a disgraceful grace On tho●ns my Graps on garlick grows my Rose On crums my sums from flint my fountain flows In showres of tears mine hours of fears I mourn My looks to btooks my beams to streams I turn Yet in this torrent of my torments rise I suck annoyes and drink the joyes of life A fruitless tree a drie deflowered flower A feeble force a conquered conquerour A fickly health dead life a restless rest These are the comforts of my soul distrest O how I like dislike desire disdain Repell repeal lothe and delight again O what whome wither neither flesh nor fish How wearie of my life again I wish I will I nill I nill I will my mind Perswading this my mood to that 's inclin'd My loose affections Proteus like appears In everie form at once it frowns and flears Mine ill good-will is vaine and variable My Hydras flesh buds heads innumerable My mind 's a grief a Labyrinth my reason Mine eye false spy the door to fancies treason My rebell sense self soothing still affects What it would fly what it would ply neglects My flothing hope with passions storms is tost Even now to heaven ev'n then to hell almost Concording discord doth my life sustain Discording concord kills me soon again My self at once I both displease and please Without my self my self I faine would ease For my too much of me me much annoy'd And my self plentie my poor self destroyes Who seeks me in me in me shall not finde Me as my self Hermaphrodite in mind I am at once Male Female Neuter yet What ere I am I cannot minde I weet I am not with my self as I conceive Wretch that I am my self my self deceive Unto my self I do my self betray I from my self banish my self away My self agrees not with my self a jot Knows not my self I have my self forgot Against my self I have mov'd wars unjust I trust my self and I my self distrust My self I follow and my self I fly Besides my self and in my self am I. My self am not my self another same Unlike my self and like my self I am Self sons self furious and thus way-ward else I cannot live with nor without my self FINIS

thus with many they were sinners and God received them to mercy But now these worke it out beginning in the Spirit but ●nding in the Flesh. Alace Is sin lesse burdensome ●●an before o● thou lesse guilty or is God more beholden to thee than formerly Or hast thou some store whereb● thou lives no as this was the first so it must be the daily food to live by even this promise never to depart from us But that man still seeing and feeling the burden of his rebellious heart and thence cry and pray and he shall be delivered 2. It is not preying pratting or talking or soaring high into the air or storing Manna or lusting after Quails but to attend on his hand who brought us out and will deliver us if we be not lifted up above him nor drawn from him but with Caleb and Josuah rest constant in his Covenant Open thy mouth wide and I will fill it As I have been a God of mercy so I will be still Ask and I will give thee renewing the promise that they may still believe and cleave to him commanding them without any condition on their part for his promise is free that neither sin nor weaknesse nor failings but open wide and I will fill all th●se wants So that There is an endlesse riches of love truth all goodnesse in God to satisfie all needs and desires of man which shall never be wanting to open and praying hearts With thee is the Fountain of life and in thy light shall we see light Isa 55. Come buy Wine and milk without money c. and let your soul delight it self in fatnesse Every one that thirsteth Come drink of the Well of the Water of Life freely Luk 2. He fills the hungry with good things Psal 63 David prayed and he filled his soul as with marrow 1. For he fills all things with his fulnesse With him is fulnesse of joy he sends rain to the dry ground he seeds the ravens he cloathes the Earth with herbs all things flow from him Nay he hath so filled the treasures of Nature that there is not nor can be a vocation much more there cannot be an emptie Soul with whom he had nearer Communion than with all creatures Bu● if it be not filled with the Word or something else he fills it 2. For all things live by him take away his power and man dies his blessing man wants his Wisdom and man wanders But our mouths and hearts are straitned We cry not unlesse to the World there we open wide saying Give me riches or I die c. So that the mouth of Lust is like the grave never satisfied But to him we seek not we are full and our hearts are straitned We are like a man shut up in little ease where he finds no rest and the Wall so thick his cryes are not heard and so none pities him So we in the World our hearts are pinched there and yet the Walls of the World so thick that the cryes of the Spirit is not heard When a man wants Bread how plentifully doth h● crye with an open heart in true necessity and yet like sleeping men we dream of store and beg not 1. We are all knowing wise righteous devote men but not praying hearts O! the heart of man that hath his senses so bound up and benummed as with opinion that he is fallen asleep and prayer not nor wants nothing but to satisfie the Flesh for if ever the heart were open cryed indeed it should be heard 2. But know that the time will come when we shall cry and call knock and weep and not be heard Like the foolish Virgins and Israel here No they were wise and rich and righteous and they cryed not 3. What ever then straitens the heart towards God and stops the cryes of the Spirit is a work of Satan though the fairest gift that ever we received But alace praying dayes are gone the time was when thou went mourning and praying in thy Spirit all the day and in thy verie dreams and now thy verie prayers are but dreams and all thy store is but windie emptinesse Alace hast thou not as much need of his grace as ever is not thy pride and false knowledge as great a snare as ever was thy wanton sins yes sure as odious to God But my people would not hear my voice Here is his upbraiding of Israel for their securitie and hardnesse appearing chiefly herein that they cast off his Word and would not hear Nay cast him off and would none of him This is a fearful hardnesse that casts off God and his Word and sought other inventions So that When man casts off the Word of Christ all blessings and joyes is shut up from the Soul of man and when he casts off God from being his God death destruction must needs follow So to Adam and Saul and this is complained of by the Prophets more than all Psal 50. What hast thou to do to take my Word into thy mouth and hast cast my Word behind thee And this was a fearful sign alwayes of the hardnesse of the Jews That they would none of Christ nor his VVord as Joh. 10. I told you but you believed not nor they would not receive his Testimonie Nay Joh. 1. The VVord of the Father was sent a light into the VVorld and to his own but they received it not And here Israel believed not his promise that God would do thus to them nor have God to be the ground of their rest 1. For when man casts off his Word Christ he is put to other shifts seeks other inventions walks in darknesse and knows not whither he goes Like an unfaithful Son who dare not trust the truth and love of his Father that hath brought him up but layes up a portion in secret and gets friends abroad and after a while being thereby hardened casts off the Father quite 2. For the life of the soul is hid laid up in this Word Ps 3.5 Our life is hid with God in Christ Forsake this forsake life It is the treasure of the Kingdom all good is promised here the Soul hath no certaintie nor foundation but in this promise in Christ 3. For God hath sent his Word Christ into the World to seek our the forlorn spirit of man that is misled by the flesh and covered under the vail of the World saying Go seek find out that desolat stranger Thus he offers life if it will return But in steps the blind Reason Wit and Flesh of Man secretly whispering Now this is a blind way First lay a good foundation get the World and something to look at then trust so also be circumcised and keep the Law and then believe Still the Soul a little enlightened by the truth saith But sure this is not the way me think I hear see fair way opened and that is Christ is only the way of Life

nor earth resisteth That Providence which with one act doth guide What shall for all Eternitie betide That Sinnowie love which in embraceing Arms Clasps all his Creatures and them sweetly warmes And in a word that good without defection Which is incapable of Imperfection How can that Soul then but most blessed be Who bears a part in this sweet Harmonie So far as Creatures can in any wise With this their great Creator sympathize This is that Ocean of Immortal Bless Wherein the blest Soul sweetly swallowed is Born and contained for 't is more right to say That rather it contains and bears than they That River pure from Paradise that 's flowing On whose green Banks the Tree of life is growing With monthly fruit with leaves that never fail All sicknesses and maladies to heal That chearful fresh and everlasting spring Which stintless endless boundless joyes do bring Pure light where birds of Paradise are skirming Clear Streams where fishes numberless are swiming Fresh Floods whose Channels love is ever filling Their blessed body through whose veins distilling O Sacred Mount where love do build her nest O VVorld of Immortality and rest VVhen shall my soul once and for ever be VVholly possest and swallowed up of thee Of thee the harbour of all happinesse The Sea of comfort Son of Righteousness Of thee who art the life the light the love Of those celestial Citizens above Of thee whose face makes Saints and Angels sing So as therewith the heavenly voults do ring Here by the way consider if there were Some tasts as why not of such comforts here VVhether it might not cause the heart to see Some taken up with that sweet melodie As mourning now were to the Soul a task As far more fitter to give thanks than ask As th' one of these quite voyd of th' other be not How ever men sometimes in that case see not How ever to mourning I must confesse More suits this life and mans great wretchednesse I dare not then where I can sometimes finde Men lesse to craving more to thanks inclin'd But think they thus do as then taken up VVith Gods bright face and pleasures of his cup For though that flesh may counterfeit a joy That proveth not Gods Children for a toy For its apparent that such cases are As both experience and Gods VVord declare VVhereof example David's Psalms display In many a sonnet and melodious lay VVhen thanks and joy as prompt and kindly be As are requests and moans in miserie And tell me then whose lot it is to see That which to most men is a mysterie I mean whose soul a load of sin doth presse Much like a Mountain for it weighs no lesse The Lord discovering by a wondrous light To thy wrackt Conscience such a gastly sight As makes thy heart to quake thy bones to quiver Thy flesh to fail and scorcheth up thy liver So as thy self art to thy own self seeming A lost damn'd devil in thy own esteeming Unworthy beeing food bread life that for Hate to thy sin thy soul thou dost abhor Tell me how then In such a case can frame T' agree thy heart and tongue to praise Gods Name Whether thanksgiving to such a time as this Or prayers or groanings more agreeing is If thou in this case blames not groans and prayers Nor wilt if others much much thanks in theirs Since it is like there was a time before When they were less in thanks in groanings more I rather think them nearer God to be Unless their carriage shew the contrary Not judging they omit sins to confesse Because they see their own much holiness But if their joy now is or e're was true There hath or will come times wherein to rew In fi●e suppose thy hearts with child of praise To Gods Name here thou now begins those layes Yea that celestial and melodious song Which to the Heavens more properly belong And feeling in thy self a reason why Thou art thus moved to this melody And no more plain a token can there be Of Gods true grace and thy felicitie For who his friend with thankfulness can greet For that whereof he never felt the sweet Which grace of God is hardest there to finde In my conceit of any other kind At least wise for my self I 'le not deny This in my own self I can least espy I mean I can most hardly come to know If e're I truly gave God thanks or no Reasons whereof are these as I conceive We love our selves well we would still receive Were our thirst kindly we are thirsty land We never love to look on empty hand Our flesh is lusty and our souls are lank So that we have no hearts at all to thank But to return to do God's pleasure is Of Gods dear Saints the happiness and bless No other thing but instruments to be In our Gods hand his Name to glorifie In which his will blest souls for ever biding In that calm road to watch his ebb and tyding And therewithall or in or out the bay With sweet breath'd sighs of love wasted away What course the Current of Gods pleasure runs Which is that very liberty of Sons Imparted to them not by verbal telling Nor labored out as Words are done by spelling But secretly th'anointing doth convey Into their hearts to will to do and say Yea that anointing which without all measure Remains in him who is the very treasure From head to members still it self conveying As head springs do in thousand Channels straying Or as in Organs one self breath fulfills Proportionally the great and little quills Causing the lesse as well as bigger speak And in each time in order silence break So doth Gods Spirit which is his very love Whereby he loves himself and his doth move Towards himself which too his working power And doth before at Sea and Land devour Laying the mountains and the valleys plain That nothing might God 's Childrens wills restrain Cause man within the living stock to thrive Or move as do great wheels the lesser drive So that this will is Gods primarilie Yea even mans too in a next degree As fully as his eating drinking sleeping Standing or walking health or harbor keeping For who gives power these things to will or do The very same that gives the other too O happie grafts who thus transformed be Into the Nature of this living Tree Whose leaves are ever flourishing and green And roots fast fixt the liquid streams between You Demy-gods who to this Mount can say Pluck up thy self and plant thee in the sea Whose wills from Gods receiving still their bent May in a sort be call'd Omnipotent At least so far as by his Spirit ye Are set a Work his instruments to be Though here in measure after to fulfill In perfectnesse the pleasure of his will Who from the hot breath of Gods spirit bear Tydings of joy alarums oft of fear The great Kings Heralds now proclaiming pittie Anone for sin destruction of a