be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
God deny Refusing Him that speaketh when they cry The Deaf Ear'd-Idoll is abhord And Men like Idols of the Lord Who deafness plagues with deafness and doth turn His Ear from Dives whilest his Tongue doth burn Lord therefore to Deaf Hearers give To live to hear to hear and live Yea into th' Harvest send forth Labourers To fill thy floor by gathering in of Ears Thou sow'st thy Word as Seed and then 'T is fit thou reap the Ears of Men As Mary weeping heard till showrs of tears Full ripe for thine own reaping made her Ears What Heaps shall in thy Garnets bee When Ears are Circumcis'd by Thee Fair Sion shall be like an heap of Wheat That round about with Lillies is beset When Malchus lost an Ear thy touch A Saviours skill and virtue 's such Râ—pair'd that Loss Lord 't is but Ask and Have Thou canst find Ears in Lazarus his Grave Thou Davids Heir of Davids Keys Canst shut and open as thou please Thy still voice loud winds and proud waves obey Unto thy Word let not Mens Ears say Nay Thou didst a Pris'ner once impow'r Judg Felix bee'ng Auditour To give the Charge that took the Judg by th' Ear More Bonds did then on th' Bench then Barr appear When Heav'ns great Guns from tire to tire According to thy Word give fire Kadesh doth tremble Hindes do calve for fear The howling Desarts and deaf Rocks give ear And is Mars Heart more wild more hard More full of noises stronger barr'd Yet is the star the key-hole Lord put in Thy finger then the gentlest word will win All turns and moves One Ephâ—phatha Removes obstructions out of th' way Then th' Ear shall welcome every second word Wiâ—h a Come in thou Blessed of the Lord The Scriptures speak of th' Learned Ear Sâ—â—â— then thy tongue must teach to hear Morning by morning let thy Musick make The heavy Ears of Mans dull mind to wake If Sons of God fair Angels stand Waiting the Son of Gods command Which when it comes who sees these Holy things Might see their Ears converted into wings If the Deaf Divell lends an Ear Not led by Love but forc'd by Fear And if the sworn plague famine only know By hearkning to his Word they Come and Goe In vain doth poor Man stop his Ear And say in 's Heart Hee 'l never hear Harvests bring Ears and such is the Worlds end Graves must find Hearers then The Dead attend Then Happy He that sooner heard Hearing before for afterward God had his Eares on Earth and doubtless He Shall with full sheaves repaid in Heaven be If Sol'mons servants were so blest That coun'd their Lesson from his breast How Happy're those Disciples then whose Ears Are tun'd to the true Musick of the Sphears Where the First-Mover is Free Grace Free Purpose moves i th' second place Third Orbe's the Word of Grace in which do shine As many Stars as Promises Divine These Lessons so Divine so good The Orbes bee'ng Oyl'd in Saviours blood Do so divinely correspond that so Needs must the Hearer the Diviner grow Then comes that holy Turtle Dove Gently descending from above And stealing through the Earth-hole into th' heart Doth Heav'ns Intelligence on Earth impart This is a joyfull sound indeed What Halcyon dayes shall hence succeed Whilest Thunders terror makes Deaf Rebels quail Christâ— voice to his Disciples is All hail If God that rules all otherwhere Love so to move the Orb of th' Ear Sure then the Blessed of the Lord are they That Hearing hearken Hearkening that Obey The Humble Hearer may invite God Guest-wise to a Disht Delight A fervent whole-broke-heart serv'd vp in Tears The Bread bee'ng made o th' Contrite hearers Ears Nay God invites Himself to sup Where such delights are so serv'd up By a clean hand whereth ' ear and the heart 's kept hot God is Mans Guest and Heav'n will pay the shot A letter H is not say we Let HEARING then mine EARING be Thou God of Israel bore thy servants Ear That I in iâ— this Jewel still may wear Let every one be swift to HEARE But be ye doers of the word and not hearers only deceiving your own Souls Jam. 1.21 22. MEDITATION I come to sing the last but not the least Be'ng that that Clencheth in mans mind and breast Those Nails th' Assemblies Masters drive Not t' eat but to Digest makes thrive Sweet sacred thing Caelestiall Contemplation Old Enochs Trade young Isaacâ— Recreation That furnishest Mans thoughtfull breast With Greatest Work and Sweetest Rest Israel's sweet Singer us'd when first awake His Lark-like Rise upon thy wings to take With which he made his morning-flight Of which his Feather-bed at night The nimble Life-guard of that Royal mind Were Thoughts by thee divinely Disciplin'd Marshall'd in each dayes front and rear Greatness thus guarded know's no fear When anxious Musings would invade that soul When Cares would clog or make it stomack-foul Thou didst exoâ—erate Thy skill Did still prepare the Stomack-pill Thy Physick having wrought and hungry health Thine hopefull Patient re-surpriz'd by stealth Then thou that hony-comb didst drain And break the Bone that did contein The fat the sweet which from the Promise flow's Whereof the sensuall worldling nothing knows Thus Meditation first sets right Then saâ—iat's the souls Appetite Man 's fed with Manna void of surfets fear Where Meditation's Cook Digestions clear Mortals thus fed with Angels fare Converted into Angels are By Contemplation was that Darling drest When Guest-wife Heaven bad him to a feast John's cloath'd in spirit when they call To keep the Lords daies festivall In Contemplations Mount who dwell can stretch Their hand to Heav'n that Starry Crown to reach And dress themselves in that bright Sun Whilest under-foot they tread the Moon In Contemplations Pisgah they that have At once a view of Canaan and their grave In this worlds Desart wearied Do willingly undress to Bed Sweet sacred Meditation may I bee Wrought recreated garded thus by thee Physick'd and fed by thy Dispensatory By thee be drest with Grace prepar'd for glory I. Then learn O man to part betwixt Dead earth and th' earth wherewith thou're mint Sure walls of â—lay may higher rise Then what in earths â—ead dungeon lies The Soul with Earth's already clad Earth upon earth would make more sad Shall wings make massie Mountains fly Shall hands stitch Earth unto the sky Then dung-bill droâ—es scale Heaven may And Muck-worms creep i' th' Milkie way To carry Earth to Heav'n some think But must Earth rise or Heaven sink Nor Earth nor Heaven must be their prize But a fools Mah'mets Paradise If yet thine Earth to Earth adhere Then let the Dead the Dead interre If thou can't lift the inferior part Yet as Gods Offring heave thine heart Thy Body 's but thy Beast and sure All else is but its furniture Leave then thy heavy jade below Up to the place that God shall show Earth's ever moving to Earths
TER TRIA OR THE DOCTRINE OF THE Three Sacred Persons FATHER SON SPIRIT Principall Graces FAITH HOPE LOVE Main Duties PRAYER HEARING and MEDITATION Summarily Digested for the Pleasure and Profit of the Pious and Ingenious Reader By Faithfull Teate Preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk TRIA SUNT OMNIA LONDON Printed for George Sawbridg at the Sign of the Bible on Ludgate Hill 1658. ILLUSTRISSIMO DOMINO D no Henrico Cromwell DIGNISSIMO HIBERNIAE PRAEFECTO SACROSANCTAE INDIVISAEQUE TRINITATIS CULTORI INDIVISO TRIPLICI DIVINAR m GRATIAR m Coronâ ORNATISSmo TRIBUS Que Apprime Christianis OFFICIIS INTEGERRIME DEDITO TRIPLECEM HANC TRIADEM SACROR m POEMAT m CHRISTIANAE DOCTRINAE SUMMAMIN SUMMAE OBSERVANTIAE TESTIMONIUM Humillm. F. T. L. M. D. D. D. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER OFt have I seen Luxuriant Vitious Wit A wanton Rape on a fair Muse commit At once distaining by leud Poetrie The Writers Paper-sheets and Readers Eye And may not I oblige the thrice three Muses Chastly to serve so Sacred thrice three Uses Is the grave Body of Divinity Less Currant for the feet of Poetry Are Truths for being short and sweet less sound Or streames for running smoothly less profound David a Prophet yet in Verse excels 'T was ECCLESIASTES made the Canticles To the Pious and Ingenious Authour of this Tripartite Poem BEfore your triple Poems I admit These Votes made up of Threes may well be writ May Vnderstanding Will and Memory Know Love and hold thy Sacred Poetry May Heav'n be th' fuller Earth the better Hell The thinner by the Truths you write so well May pride of life the lusts of flesh and eye Be poyson'd by these leaves of thine and die If any other three I 'de wish were down 'T is Austria Spain the Pope with ' striple Crown This latter Vote if th' King of Kings would make An Act I 'de willingly the Earth forsake W. Jenkyn Ingenious Reader SOme few mistakes there are of the Printer that unhappyly hurt the Rithme as with these for withall p. 4. l. 11 c. And some the Reason as p. 20. l 8. Wares for Wars c. With some â—seudographies and mispointings which thine Ingenuity will either Correct or not Impute to thy Friend F. T. Ter Tria FATHER THou that begin'st All things begin my veâ—se My words are winde Thy words are works Thou 'lt lightness find Where darkness lurks My Pen and Ink may me not Thee reherse My Pen is but a feather'd vanitie Like mee that write Yet shall this feather If thou 'lt indite Help me flie thither Where Angels wings make â—ens beyond the skie Father mine Inks dark hue presents mine heart Ink's not more dark Ink's not more black One beam one spark Supply this lack Father of Lights now shew thy perfect Art Lord teach me speak and I 'll not hold my peace Which if I should The stones would come Though deaf yet would They not be dumb Break into praises stonie heart for these No man hath seen thee Father but He who Did sometime come Thy Son it was Thy bosom from Thy Looking-glass Hee 's the wise Child that doth his Father know Who else sings Thee sings what he hath not seen My Verse hath feet And fain would run Thy praise to meet But lest the Sun Should hurt weak fight the clouds do interveen Then may I in thy Son thy self discover Sure Hee 's the Mirrour That shews thy face Prevent mine errour Christs flesh like glass A brighter Glory but unseen doth cover Since then I must be silent or begin To sing th' unseen Father of Mercies That set'st the screen Forgive my Verses Oh thou that vail'st their subject vail their sin Father 's a word my child learns first to mutter And thy child too Thy new-born Babe First thing 't can do Is to cry Ab But both come last to know what first they utter Thou art the Father of that Son that made That womb on earth That without Father Did give him birth And might the rather He bee'ng begot where He no Mother had Then shall I call thee Father Lord thy Son Was call'd no less Before his birth Prophets confess He had on earth His children seed and generation Th' Eternall Father call we Thee or rather Thy Child thy Son Born to restore us Thine Holy One Giv'n to us for us I 'll call Thee th' Everlasting Fathers Father All that 's in God is God and needs must bee Thou mad'st mine eye Could'st thou forbear Thy self to spie Or so to rear The blessed Image of thy self in Thee Surely thou could'st no more thy self not view Then Lord not love Thy self when seen From whence thy Dove As hatcht between Thy face and Looking-glass sprung forth and flew Then shall I not beleev Thou' rt One yet Three Father and Son And sacred Spirit That equall run One bliss inherit Lord I 'll believ Thee surely such to bee Yet thou' rt the FATHER still Those sparkling things Are sons of God Those winged flames That flie abroad Thou know'st their names Made without Bodies made all face and wings Faces they have and eyes and tongues with these To see and sing But O their Grace A sixfold wing To ev'ry face Wise happy humble obedientiall Lend's wings dear Dove we lag and lose our traffick Poore short-leg'd Rhymes Verses on foot Reach Seraphims They cannot do 't Lord now if ever make my Muse seraphique Or if I may'nt have wings and so keep sight Of these bright flames Shades of thy glory Yet tell 's their names And tell 's their story And lend's a quill dear Dove and I 'll go write Write Angels Lord 't is done but who are they Servants or sons Subjects or Kings Footstools or Throâ—es Inferiour things Or Principalities What shall I say Sometimes I hear thee call them Elohim Yet they were made These plumed things Are but the shade Of thy bright wings Before whose Sun-shine all these Stars are dim Sometimes 't should seem that they but servants are Or Ministers To wait upon Salvations heirs And guard thy Throne Yet these stand cover'd where thy sons stand bare Servants they are and yet Dominions Each holds his Crown By casting it Most humbly down Before thy feet Father thy Throne 's erected on the Thrones Thousands of thousands of these finite Gods On ev'ry side I mean the Cherubs When thou dost ride Some serv for stirrups And some thou holdest in thy hands for rods Arch-Angels Angels that sixwinged Nation Stand trembling Lord Prest to obey Their Makers word And glad they may By all their running but maintain their station These can't forget that early Funerall These can't forget Those morning-Stars That rose and set Whose inbred wars Blew up themselves But oh their fall Yet Thou' rt the FATHER still these Absoloms Their beeings had And beauties Lord But not theit trade Nor Traitours sword From Thee from whom All good and only comes How came these then to fall 't
should seem that under Their Angels wings Each laid some evil Oh wretched things And hatch'd a Devil And so by sinning sing'd their wings What wonder Thy fine white linnen Lord sin burnt to tinder Satan's thy creature But now doth want First form and feature Oh miscreant Thou mad'st him bright but sin turn'd all to cinder Yet thou' rt the FATHER still those Stars in view Lanterns hung out In all mens sights Thy Court about Those various lights FATHER of Lights there dwelling clearly shew That golden Globe comes trundling from thine hand Father thou saist Thou Sun of mine Run East and West Cease not to shine Rounding my Bowling-green of Sea and Land That burnisht silver Ball 's hurl'd forth by Thee That Moon of thine That always ranges Doth sit and shine In constant changes Says plainly He that changeth not made mee The Pleiades cluster of six call'd seaven The Signes twice six The Errant Train The Stars that fix The Northern Wain And all the Constellations of the Heaven The Great Orion with those Bands of his Stars Great and Least The Milkie way With All the Rest Doth plainly say That He whose Breasts drop Lights their Father is The Archt Expanse whose Props who can descry That surging Roof And Saphyre-cieling Yeelds ample proof To all mens feeling It had its rise from Thee O thou most High Those stately Offices all on a row Standing about Thy spangled Court And yet without For greater Port Thee Father of Heav'ns Family do show There stands thy Minting-house thy Bulloign brought From 'ts place of birth Vapours I mean From drossie earth Are there made clean And as thou pleasest cast and coyn'd and wrought There stands thy Treasurie that doth contain Gems in great store Of orient hue Who can count o're Thy Pearls of dew Thy golden Lightnings or thy silver Rain There stands thy Wardrope Lord the purple shrouds Which thou dost use And dapled skie Like Ermins shews Thy Majestie And when thou wilt thou weaâ—'st the gold-fring'd clouds There stands thy stable-room Sometimes thy mind 's To ride abroad That men below There is a God Above may know Hearing the neighings of thy prancing winds There 's thy distillatorie Thence thou dost Heav'ns drops distill In such great store Earth drinks its fill Till 't needs no more Then the cold ashes are cast forth in Frost There stands thy great Confectionary There Those heaps of Snow Double-refin'd Do clearly show And bring to mind That they belong to th' Great Confectioner 'T is He that makes those Frost-works He that makes Moist Drops when cast In 's Comfit-mold Hail-stones at last When they grow cold 'T is He that candies all the Icie flakes There stands thy Magazine Thou dost erect Thy flaming forges And there prepare Thy shafts and scourges Weapons of war Which when thou wilt thy Rebell foes correct Storms tempests thunders thunder-bolts with these Great and small shot Brimstone and fire Father what nor If thou require Dart thence to chastise those that thee displease Whole Egypt from thy storm of Hail shot runs His Heathen-Head That Royall slave Slunk under-bed When th' Heavens gave But one round volley from thy greater guns Thou' rt the Rains Father Frost thou 'st gendred What Prose or Verses Can better shew Thy tender Mercies Then melting Dew This shews thine Heart and hoary frost thine Head Th' Ancient of Days begat me says the Snow The Lord of Hoasts 's my Fathers Name The Thunder boasts And Lightnings flame I carry Fathers Colours says the Bow So thou' rt the FATHER still Lord 't is alledg'd By th' Feather'd Hosts That here and there Th' Aeriall Coasts And Quarters bear Under thy Wings they were both hatch'd and fledg'd That Bird of Paradise Lord thou must owe it With chattring cryes Swallows and Cranes Plead th' Only wise Did hatch our Braines And He that made our season made us know it 'T was God All-seeing made my piercing Eye Do h the Eagle say To th' God of Love Our broods we lay Saith Stork and Dove If these be ours sure we 're thy Progenie With early visits and salutes from Earth Up the Lark climbes As if it meant With Seraphims Of high descent By vieing notes and wings prove equall birth The plumed Ostriches forget their young But thou their Father With carefull hand Their Eggs dost gather Laid in the sand Hatching to life and hideing them from wrong The goodly Peacock with his Argus-train His Angels plumes His well-set border Strongly presumes To th'God of Order Unto whose pomp this splendour doth retain The tumbling Deeps where all the waters gather Roundly declare That Name of His Whose Counsells are The Great Abyss Seas swell too big to own a meaner FATHER Surely the Ocean 's thine Lord is it not Thou bid'st it boyle But not boyle o're And 't does recoile Within the shore Thou dost both furnish Lord and salt the Pot. Thou Great-House-keeper must the Fish-pond owe Whose banks and shores Are Rocks and sands Whose fullness stores All Coasts and Lands For thou the greatest Family canst show These Water-works are thine invention Lord. Is th' Oceans force When most serene Charg'd by thine Horse Thy Winds I mean What mighty banks and trenches Lord appear Under the covert of these surging Seas Those Armed Bands Each jointed scale Like Armour stands Or Coats of Male March here and there securely as they please Leviathan that moving Mount or Fort Who can deride stormes battering Of Sons of pride Thou call'st Him King There tumbles he to make his Maker sport So thou' rt the FATHER still Ev'n Earth can cry From Cliffs and Mountains Hills high and steep Sprinâ—s Mines and Fountains That run so deep How deep 's thy wisdom Lord thy pow'r how high Thou gav'st the Rocks their Rise Springs sprang from thee Great Architect Earths Fabrick fair Thou didst erect And hang i' th Ayr To shew its Makers Independancy Thy very foot-stoole Lord thou dost inlay With Mines of gold And silver Ore Who can unfold Or prize the store Wherewith thou dost enrich poor dust and clay This inlay'd foot-stoole thou hast round beset With Vegetants Who can declare Those various Plants Their Vertues rare That spring from dust of heav'nly Fathers feet Those short-lived Beauties that the Florists gather Look up a while With a fair Eye Give God a smile And though they die Yet leave such seed as plainly shews their Father Thou' rt fruitfull Parent of All Trees fruit-bearing Who doth not see Earth doth but nurse These Plants for thee Thine Heav'ns disburse Continuall payments for these Plants up-rearing Some Trees there are though suckled with earths sap Yet run upright As if they meant By their vast height Prove their descent And lay their Leavie Locks in Fathers lap Others there are too weak to rise alone Yet seem to know Where Father dwells Why should they go To Neighbours else To borrow crutches to run up upon The Herds the Folds the Beasts innumerable The
multifarious Creeping Creatures Whose food is various As their features Cry still to God Our FATHER spread our Table Father to Live thy Gift alone can bee Earth's cold and dead And cannot give To what it bred To breath or live Surely the fountain of all Life 's with thee This spacious House thus built and furnisht so Come let 's convey Our Image just Did th' Father say To breathing dust Leaving our likeness to keep House below Then was clay stamp'd by Act of Parliament With God's bright face A Creature Crown'd Wish Life and Grace Heav'n-born Heav'n-bound Of upright aspect of Divine descent Father thy foot-steps we may find and gather All other-where But in this creature Thy face shines clear Witness his feature Who reads mans face may quickly spell his Father Said I one may my God I should have said One might have done But things fall cross Flesh turns to stone Pure gold to dross Silver degenerates to dirt and lead Said I there is I should have said there was My God! there was Thy countenance So in his face That ev'ry glance The shining Sun in brightness did surpass Father this walking talking Plant was Hee Whom thou didst love Whom thou didst prize All Plants above Thy Paradise Thou soon didst quit when thou hadst lost this Tree From th' side whereof a female plant did spring A splended pair Now th' Earth begins T' outshine the Ayr Where Heavens bright twins The Sun and Moon their Light as tribute bring Woman to man's a gift of Gods own giving That man alone No more might be Yet as much one And one with thee A gift endors'd with Doners Name the living This Royall consort to compleat mans joy Thou God of Union Didst well provide For chast Communion As his dear Bride Whom thou hast crown'd on Earth as thy Vice-Roy So th' little world with greatest work and skill Was fram'd at last And being the best Its grace was past To rule the rest Nothing 's forbidden but its knowing ill Upon thy foot-stool thou hadst built a Throne For man to sit My God at thine And at his feet Thou didst consigne All other things in due subjection Thou gav'st him Life 't was fit should'st give him Law His fear did fall By thy command On Creatures All In Sea and Land He standing only in his Fathers Awe His Diadem was bright Intelligence Wisdom in full Whose ev'ry spark Makes Diamonds dull And Gems look dark His Ermine Robe was purest Innocence A Rationall-Plant-Animal was he Could vegetate Could Move and walk Could contemplate Discourse and talk Fair Issue of the Blessed Trinity Parents own Picture wise just holy Son Thou mad'st that star His Heart to be Triangular Yet one with thee Who art the Ever-blessed Three in One. That Instruments Three Strings thou God Trin-Unc Th' Intellect Will And Memory Did'st Wisdoms skill And Sanctity And Righteouâ—ness give charge to keep in Tune And Oh! What rare and ravishing content My God did take Till on a day A fall did crack spoiling his play The strings together with the Instrumenc But oh what tongue what pen what prose what verse What tears what cryes What melting moanes What sobs what fight What piercing groanes Can mans so suddain so sad fall reherse Of late a most compleat and upright Piece My God did frame Of crooked bone But th' Serpent came When God was gone And wound his work to greater crookedness Wound out of Heaven but into Paradise In a Friends guise That cankerd Devil By fallacies Drew Eve to evil And thus the Mother of all living dies Man being thus on th' one side mortified How quickly doth The Gangrene spread Infecting both The heart and head Thus Adam liv'd and reign'd rebelld and died Down comes the Son by leaping Fathers hedge An Apple there As some do gather But a choak-Pear As I think rather Did tempt him Oh my teeth are yet on edge O fruit Death was thy fruit thy gall thy foot Mee thinks I tast With all my bread Which makes me hast Unto the dead Thou bredst that worm that kill'd me in my root Which bee'ng once wither'd root and branch did fall With such aweight Made the earth to groan From such an height Man fell upon The inferiour creatures and so crusht them all These subjects thus opprest soon take up Arms ' Gainst Rebell-Man Heav'ns deputie Who first begun to mutinie Against his Sov'raign to revenge their Harms For sin that made man Naked Arm'd the Earth So poor man scrambles In sweat and blood ' Midst thorns and Brambles For sorry food Till's Dust turns thither whence it had its Birth Now the Earth that sometimes own'd him for its King Makes him Distrain With plow or spade For every grain Or 't can't be had That wont of'ts own Accord its Tribute bring Man having broke Gods Peace all turns to strife ' Gainst his Creatour Ev'n Dogs proclaime Fal'n man a Traitour A two edg'd Flame Cries Come not Rebell near this Tree of Life Besides these wares without that worm doth gnaw Mans in most soul A worm late breeding O th' fruit he stole Whereof man feeding Became as broken as his Makers Law Yet thou' rt the FATHER these mourning Verses Do prove thee so Mans miseries The Creatures wo And all their cries Plainly proclaime thee FATHER of all mercies Thy Providence and Patience towards man Do seem to strive O blessed strife Who shall reprieve The Traitours life By lenghthening out his poor contracted span Though man made so much hast to stir thine ire Yet thou art slow My God thou art I find it so Thou melt'st mine heart With burning Coles but of another fire Thine En'my hungers and thou giv'st him food Thine En'my thirsts Thou giv'st him drink Oh! mine heart bursts Oh! Who would think Man were so bad that sees his God so good Father Thou mak'st thy Sun still shine on those That lowr on thee And when Heav'n lowers 'T is love we see For fruitfull showrs Thou makest then to fall on thankless foes Man what art made of Dost not feel that Sun Dissolve the Ice But thou art Clay Th'harder for this Yet showrs we say Soften the hardned Clay But thou art stone Father When man had ceas'd thy sonne to be And turn'd thy foe Yet didst thou not Desert him so Nor hast forgot To set thy child though batter'd on thy knee When man first stript himself and shew'd his shame Cloaths from the Backs Of Beasts less wild Mans FATHER takes To dress his Child Man lost his Robe and Beasts must bear the blame Could I to cloath a Foe thus strip a Friend My God! My God! What have these done And yet thy Rod Due to thy Son Falls on these servants backs that never find Thus Man 's both fed and clad at thine expence Kept at thy charge Yet keeps it not But lives at large As having got His force to fight thee from thy Providence Heaps upon Heaps One load upon another God gives
faults I 'm scourg'd by thee Pilate thou thinkst these bloody stripes may cease Their bloody cry But blood ' So good They 'll drink them dry And their Hydropick thirst will more increase Alas thou think'st to seale me a release From blood in gore But 't will not bee Till I have emptied all my store Then sinner there 's release for thee So dearly must I buy my Subjects peace Pilates own wife becomes mine advocate Her sufferings in Her dream To them Shee doth begin So to prevent my Passion to relate But who can harden his soft cowardise To take my part And shield my right Or molifie their hardened heart To quit their spleen or scirrhous spite Pilate have nought to do with Christ shee cries Woman thy husband 's like to 've nothing sure With me to do Whilst he For me No heart can show But to condemn whom he acquits endure Pilates own Lady plaies the nursing mother Whilest Jews reject Builders refuse Fair Sions precious stone elect Which for the corner God will use ' Ware Pilate lest this croud thy conscience smother Pilate and I have two hard parts to play Pilate to please All those My foes Yet me release I to make Heav'n and earth good friends this day Time after time he questions and approves Mine innocence And tels the Jewes That clearly that 's all mine offence And doth the oyle of courtship use Which either more enflames or nothing moves Pilate hangs first 'twixt two bee'ng crucified Conscience and fear The Rout Without For blood appear By Pilates Privie Counsell 't is denied Will you saith Pilate I release your King Or Barrabas The Murderer The Man of Men the Monster was Yet Barrabas they all preferre Bloud upon bloud thus on themselves they bring Now O ye Heavens stand astonished And thou bright Sun Be gon Get on Thy mourning gown That when I bow mine thou may'st hide thinehead Let Gad'rens now for kind commended be Yet they preferd Their herd of swine But no Barabbas in that Herd But Oh! the hoggishness of mine Ev'n of mine only people unto me Why ev'n these Butcher's trade 's a mystery There is a skill That they This day Have learnt to fill Their hands with blood and that before I dye The murder and the murd'rer all 's their own Whilst they thus chuse And oh what wonder What fitter head for bloody Jewes Than this Barabbas to list under Whilst from their head they cast off me their crown My Christ there 's yet a sweeter mystery Innocent breath I see In thee Condemn'd to death That th' chief of sinners might escape thereby What shall I do then with your King saith he Him Crucifie Cries all the rout Oh let him let him let him dye As if they could not live without His blood no more can I Lord give it me Why but saith Pilate tell me what 's his crime Or take him you Away Say they Let him dye now To find his fault would ask too long a time Whilst all can tell me how none can tell why I should be kill'd Sirs is 't because I gave you good and righteous Laws Which you have broke and I fulfill'd Must I because I let you live now dye Or is it for some injuries of old In Egypt and In the Red Sea And desert Land Whereof your Fathers Fathers have you told Or is' t because I said I came from God To bring a new And great Salvation Greater then th' first to thee O Jew Proving my mission to my Nation By an all-conquering wonder-working Rod Is it because your dumbe can speak that I'm Cry'd out against ' Gainst me Are ye O Jews incenst Because of all my cures are they my crime Is it because your dead are rais'd that I Am grudg'd my breath Grudg'd what I give Am I therefore condemn'd to death Dos't therefore grieve you that I live Why I shall quicken the more when ere I dye Then Pilate puts me in the souldiers hands They plat a Crown Alas It was A thorny one Which he must weare who Heav'n and Earth commands Why I am Isra'ls King and him I found i th' Wilderness That howling waste Whose Musick these outcries express Whose only fruits are thorns I tast Cloath'd with their sins I 'm with their thorns too crown'd Thus I with sinners change 't is well for them Their thorney Crown So worn And born I make mine own Yielding for it an heavenly diadem Isra'l that so long brought me no sweet Cane Now puts me off With a poor weed For sacrifice they bring a scoff And for my scepter bring a reed Yet by me Princes rule and Kings do reign Then in Purple Robe they me invest But that same colour I wore Before Through stripes and dolour Both on my scourged back and tortur'd breast Then gath'ring round ev'n as they lift they flout me Haile King they cry And bow the knee But not their hearts Why truly I Ever had some that so serve mee Breathing disdain yet can't they breath without me They rend my flesh the temples of mine Head They smite with reeds But I Surely Shall quit their deeds By rending vaile and Temple when I 'm dead In strange disguise for so are Princes wont When as they pass Through strangers lands And such Judea is alas To me whilst I am in such hands Brought forth I am that Priests might me confront A ruthfull spectacle a man of grief Laden with woes With thorns With scorns Of bitter foes Will not the Priest and Levite yield relief Whither oh whither would I could I flie Shall I repair To th' Alters side Spight is there hottest There they are That first cri'd be he Crucified Away say they O let him let him die We have a Law the Sonne of Death he is Gods Sonne to be That makes Or takes Himself here 's he Sirs do not quote the Second Psalm for this Pilate an Heathen dreads my reverend name Which Jewes despise Enquires the more Whence I am whence my kingdome is Not of this world I h'd said before So he my dumbness I his deafness blame Of what he asks I did the truth impart And told him so But hee 'Gan flee The truth as though It were some Ghost or Mormo Truth what art With 's pow'r of life and death he then doth brave me Who hold the keyes Of David still To shut and open as I please To bind and loose all as I will For such Command'ment God my Father gave me Yet Pilates Conscience in his face still flies Now he projects How mee To free But all th' effects T' enflame their fury double their out-cries Yet in their anger so much wit they have As to compound Some thing to calme Poor Pilates Conscience why they 've found Some simples soveraign as balme Oh! 't was good satisfaction that they gave Thou art not Cesars friend if this man go Now take your Christ Fullfill Your will Do what you list With him Jewes so I
sentence and so do Thus he and I swim down one stream this day Yet the poore man Found want of water Call'd for a Basin and began To wash him from this bloody matter Which nothing can but what he gavâ— away Truly his washing clears not him but me He doth proclaim That I Now die A spotless Lamb Then wretch what Ocean can compurgate thee Pilate upon us and our children fling Thou this mans blood We Jewes thus wish Is this your so much long'd for food To you of all th' forbidden dish Pilate then cries ye Jewes behold your King We have no King but Cesar they reply Sirs you forget Whose hour Of power This is as yet Satan's your Cesar more then he or I. Satan not Cesar bad you plot my fall That Prince of Hell Philistia's King Plows with mine heifer Israel Thuâ— to mine end mine own me bring Yet Sampsons death 's Philistia's Funerall The Purple Robe then strip they from my back Which plainly shews It 's worn And born For sinners use That of my Righteousness they might partake Thus is the truth stript naked And agen My seamless coat They make me weare Unto mine execution-plot That by my sweet attonement there I might an Union weave 'twixt God and Men Thence to the place of Souls Lo I their Head The tree accurst Before It bore Me bear it first Till I by bearing it am almost dead Thus mine may learn in me what burthen he Must daily beare Taking his cross That in my waies will persevere Reck'ning death gain counting life loss Who stumbles at my cross can't follow me Now are my groanes new pickled in friends tears They 'd steale I spie This tree From mee By Sympathy Which by constraint Simon of Cyrene bears But weep not Daughters of Jerusalem For me at all But for your City Alas who can prevent thy fall Who shew'st thy builder no more pity If they do thus to th' green tree wo to them Tâ—us under Pilates sentence and command O th' Roman state That all May fall On Romes proud Pate I th' place of Crucifixion lo I stand Rome thou' rt that Sodom Egypt Babylon Though Misticall Drunken with blood Of all my Martyrs mine withall Now mingling with thy â—ybers flood Rome's stored with crosses and now lends me one Not Jabbathah but Golgotha's the stage The Camp without Where I Must dye ' Mongst all the rout Tasting at once both Hells and Heavens Rage Why I am the great Sacrifice for sin And therefore must Without the gate Unto the Earth commend my dust Whilst my deare blood doth expiate From all transgressions that those are within Behold my dear Disciple my dear Mother Her I bequeath To thee To bee After my death Provided for as by her Son my Brother Now see your Brazen Serpent lift on high Upon the pole My bloody cross Bears fruit to quit what Adam stole Justice I find may n't go by th' loss Yet grace shall reign by righteousness hereby Oh! how I 'm stretcht and tortur'd on this tree Oh! how each vein And nerve Doth serve A sev'rall pain 'T was man grew loose and I must straitned bee Oh! how those hands I stretcht forth all the day To Israel Are stretcht again That as my Patience did excell So now I might exceed in pain Whilst sinners to mine heart find open way Oh! how my feet that nere took step awry Are pierced through Made fast In hast My cross unto Till the transgressours may find time to flie I am the doore they naile me to the tree And as is fit Over this gate A royall superscription's writ That in all tongues might preach my state Oh! all ye that pass by turn in by mee To th' cross I 'm hing'd in mine humanity That from the floor Ev'n each Might reach That living door Whose upper hinge clasps in with th'Deity Romans and Greeks and Hebrews come and look These open arms Shew th' open way How by mine you may case your harms And may become one fold this day I am the shepheard and my cross the crook I am the shepheard and my crook the cross Whereby I gather And keep My sheep And thine O Father I 'll suffer death ere thou shalt suffer loss Living my bread of life among my Jewes I ever brake For 't was their right Who whilst they spread these arms do make A feast for Gentiles through their spight That dying I might none that come refuse Come unto me all ye that laden be With sin and wrath Come ye To me O come in faith I 'll bear your burthens whilst my Cross bears me Mine hands are not so nail'd but that I can Ev'n with these nailes Still pick the lock Hung on your heel if your key failes But whilst I preach alas they mock If thou be th'Christ be thine own Jesus man Why Jewes remember what your high Priest taught How needfull 't was That I Should dye That th'cup might pass My people whilst I drink their bloody draught But oh Jerusalem canst laugh at mee And at my griefs As thou didst know My pressures to be thy reliefs Repent believe and be it so But laugh not at me who h've wept over thee And yet weep blood for this thy stupid state Father I pray Reprieve Forgive These foes for they Alas my God they do they know not what They curse I bless I pray whilst they revile Whilst Priests do scoff And sore disdain The Sacrifice that comes not off Th' Altar but suffers to be slain My bloud makes intercession all the while who 'd rase then raise the Temple this is he In three daies space Yet hee We see Can 't quit this place Where all the nailes that hold him are but three Yet mock not passenger wag not thine head In so much scorne When thou thinkst least When I this bitter death have borne To earnest I'â— soon turn thy jest And raise this Temple ere 't be three daies dead Come down say some and so convince thy foes Which if I shou'd How sore A store Of wrath and blood Would come down too Sirs I beare of your blowes With the transgressours numbered am I On either side Truth bee'ng between Falshood and theft hang crucified Yet if Heav'ns Rolls these men had seen They'd found me in another Trinity But oh my grief not only mine own Nation But those that be Justly To dye First scoff at me Their partner not in crimes but condemnation Yet can I not forget my dear Compassions Though both reproach And flout at me My blood for sinners since I broach I will not suffer both to be At once partakers of two condemnations Th' one I call home though in th' eleventh hour And thereby shew How kind A mind I bear to you That turn though late to me your Saviour But oh his rare Conversion oh how he Justifies God! Rebukes his mate Open his sin kisseth his rod Takes me for Lord beseeching that In my Salvation he might sharer
Jonah-like Heav'ns sealed one Enters the deep But shall The Whale The grave him keep See Souldiers watch and Pilate seales the stone As Daniel's seal'd when cast into the Den Malitious Jewes Require a seale And watch which Pilate won't refuse Left some the Coffin'd Corps should steale They 'll keep the Sun from rising Crafty men Lo in a Garden stood the sealed Tomb. Adam the first Hav'ng bin For sin i th' Garden curst To th' Grave My Saviour thus fullfills the doom Then dawns that blessed light that ever since Makes one day shine More then six other For should six week-day lights combine One Lords-Day brightness would then smother With thee Thy Day Lord riseth and proves Prince That Day is now obscur'd wherein Christ slept That Day 's made bright In which That rich And orient light Quit that blind prison where he had been kept Surely that day 's the whole weeks Jubilee That day 's the best Which my dear Lord By ceasing from his labour blest Labour that cost more then a word Wherein redemption set the ransom'd free This first day finds more then the seaventh day lost Can supeâ—add And raise More praise Then th' other had So th' old Commandment is fullfill'd not crost That bids me celebrate what day of seaven God hath most blest And HIS doth call Such WAS the Jewish IS our rest We sowr'd Gods first works by our fall Till Christs last Passover purg'd out the leaven Was not Christs Buriall part of 's Humiliation His day of rest From that Dark state Shall 't not be blest Shall I less prize a new then old Creation Redemption is a making old things new Rouze Christians then Though dead before Let Lords-Dayes find you living men That with your Christ can rise and soare And for the Christian quit thy Sabbath Jew The first in sin runs first to th' Sepulcher Poor woman kind But Christ Is mist Oh! they can't find Their Lord though two of his Life guard appear The two bright pointers of that blessed Star His countenance Who h'd roll'd the stone Strikes keepers hearts at 's first advance As dead as what he sate upon Thieves were now Angels Christs attendants are Say th' women who shall roll the stone away 'T was done before Thus may I pray I find my score Quit to mine hand when I cry who shall pay Surely my surety did my debt discharge Lord else why should Thine Angell be Sent down t' unlock that prison-hold Wherein my Saviour lay for me My surety's free why may nâ—t I walk at large They would with Oyntments Odours pretious things Perfume his Prison But th' dead Was fled Their Sun was risen With sweeter balme with healing in his wings Mary the sinner Mary Magdalen Marcheth i th' van To th' Sepulcher But th' stone 's remov'd and so 's the man Shee missing her dear Saviour there To Iohn and Peter runs and comes agen These run a race the wager's precious truth But Iohn outran Alas He was The younger man Happy the man runs after Christ in youth Peter successour to his Masters Cross Whilest John keeps out Enters Christs Tombe Looks for his Christ but finds a clout And winding-sheet in Saviours Room But Christ is gone O blessed gainfull loss Mary th' old weeper stands without and cryes But stooping down Spies here And there The Grave cloaths thrown Which linnens scarce can serve to wipe her eyes Shee is still anxious turns her round and lo There the Gard'ner stood As shee conceiv'd Ev'n he that waters with his blood Each plant of his Thus Christ's receiv'd By the true seeker oft when 't thinks not so Sir if thou have borne him hence and 't was well guest Tell me saith shee Mary Lo I Ev'n I am he Ah! my dear Lord that word revives my heart Yet touch me not saith he I 'm not ascended But go thou rather And tell abroad Unto my Brethren to my Father And yours I go mine and your God So richly is the poorest Saint befriended How studious is my Lord that they should know And so partake Of this His Bliss That did forsake Him in his captive state and sufferings so Surely these men that fled then from their colours Might have expected Another kind Of message should have been directed From their now rising Lord but find Their sins in his Grave buri'd with his dolours No word of th' old uncomfortable story But say I 'm risen Let tears And fears Take up my prison Run tell my Brethren thou hast seen my Glory Also the Angell cries be not affraid Jesus you 'd have I know it well But think you David in a cave Or Davids Son must ever dwell Come see the place where your dear Lord was laid Women your Lord 's not here your Lord is risen Have you forgot Your Lords Own words Or have you not Seek you the Prince of life in this dead prison Run tell the rest and Peter Christ is gone Tow'rds Galilee As he did say With joy and feare away they flee All dapled like the time of day And as they march behold they see the SON O may my Lord thus evermore appear And shine upon Poor me When he Saith get thee gone And unto others of me tidings bear Oh blessed meeting Courtship and devotion All Haile saith he They bow t' his feet Light that forbids us courteous be Was then so dark Christ could not see 't That master taught his schollers no such notion Men 't is observ'd the rising sun adore Christ's risen now And bright Day light Beames from his brow Shall not all worship the Son of God much more The watch mean while bring news of all that 's done To th' Priests within Ev'n that Christ's risen Who seeing him past reach begin To plot how they this truth m' imprison Christs second Grave-stone is a silver one What potent pranks can mighty Mammon shew Powerfull pelf In'ts facts Out acts Ev'n pow'r it self Money can make truth falsehood falsehood true Money betrai'd my Lord to all these wrongs Now they 're devising To keep on foot Something to cloud this bright Suns-rising And 't is large money that must do 't This silver key must turn the souldiers tongues Souldiers are taught a sorry tale to tell Which should methinks Nere slip Their lip But that which chinks So sweetly can make all sound pretty well Say Whilst we keepers slept at th' Sepulcher 's Disciples came And stole him thence Which if the governour shall blame We 'll mediate and make your defence Now hear O Heavens and O Earth give eare Can'st thus O Isr'ell fool away thy Glory Is such a wise Fable Able To blind thine eyes Is this th' authentick yet received story Why souldiers if you slept at th' Sepulcher Whilst that vast stone Was rolling back Which may a Jew believe or none And some by stealth the corps did take I marvaile you could see what men they were Or if you saw the thieves why did you not
but at length relieve me And with thy gentle wings but stroke my smart Dear heart said he I struck thee for to stroke thee Put thee in bonds to set thee free That I might better heal I broke thee I 'm sent to comfort by convincing thee Though I 'm all light and peace yet I did send thee To a dark prison holding over My black rod but it was to mend thee For friends do Fools and Phranticks thus recover Remember man thy wild and Bethlem tricks How oft I strove with the in vain Thine heel could kick against my pricks Sure 't was high time to get thee in a chain Thou and Manasseh stood in much more need Of iron chaiâ—s then chains of Gold Distracted folk must purge and bleed And in their moneths be caught and kept in hold O blessed bonds said I O happy trouble O bitter-sweet sweet-bitter smart My pain was great my profit double Whilst thus thou undertak'st to tame mine heart Void Chymicks spill your Spirits quit your art Cease from your oft sought unfound stone There 's but one Spirit can convert An iron chain into a golden one Dear Dove thy pris'ner may I ever bee Bondage is like to be my state If to my self thou leave me free He 's only free whom thou dost captivate Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty No man can say Jesus is Lord But by the Holy Ghost or cry Abba till that sweet Spirit teach that word I was a lisper and a stamerer And could not skill o th' Shibboleth That might my pray'r to God indear Till this free Spirit gave new speech and breath I was a beggar so extreamly poor I skill'd not how to make my moanes But this Dove met me at Gods door Supply'ng my want of words with store of groanes I was in suit and could not well make good My Title But said this free Spirit Soul take this seal the seal of blood I am thy witness and thou shalt inherit I found a riddle whilst I sought a Text But this free Spirit loos'd the knot Which when I h'd read yet what was next Had not this Spirit prompted I 'd forgot My barren grounds were chapt for want of rain Gasping tow'rds Heaven for a flood This Spirit flowing in a main Told me that he had brought me that 's as good I sea the mine heart found so much dross and tin So â—itâ—â—â— else I self a mourning Both for my gross and splendid sin Then he to me the spirit was of burning I fell a burning when my God did chide me Water said I or I 'm undone This streaming Spirit streight suppli'd me Till all those scorching flames were quencht and gone I fell a chilling till my heart grew stone Scarse had I left one warm desire My frozen heart was next to none Then said this holy Spirit I am fire I fell a melting when I felt his heat My soul was broached at mine eyes The ice was thawn to tears and swear Which with fresh gales this Spirit gently dries These fontinells thus dri'd pride rais'd a tumour And then the Spirit 's fain to take His Lancet and let out the humour But oh mine heart how did it burn and ake Which this dear Dove perceiving straight way goes T' a precious box and thence applies An ointment made of Sharons Rose Which both the swelling cools and mollifies When I was none this Spirit made me be And live and breath when I was worse For worse then nothing sin made me For my rebuilding freely did imburse My stony heart this spirit harcht to flesh My fleshly heart did circumcise My bleeding heart with balme refresh Those tears that fell from bleeding Saviours eyes In native gore when I polluted lay Hav'ng none to wash to salt to swath me His counsells were my salt that day His lawes my swadling bands his grace did bathe me With milk for Babes this comforter did fill Both Testaments the old and new But how to come by'â— I 'd no skill Till he those breasts of consolation drew He took me by the hand and taught me go For I went all by forms before Till's holy unction made me know A new and living way to Fathers door I got upon an hill would fain descry Heav'ns Canaan from earths wilderness But being there could nothing spy Till with his eye salve he mine eyes did dress Over against Heav'ns haven on the shore I stood and waited for a wind Then did this Spirit waft me ore In heart in hope in faith in joy of mind Arithmetick and th' art of measuring I h'd studied but bungled still The measure of a span to bring Oâ— number of my daies I could not skill Then this free Spirit gave a watch to me Which ev'ryday wind up I must To tell me how my time did flee But I forgot and let is stand and rust Then being griev'd that I 'd so direspected Both guift and giver did indeavour To wind it up but t' had collected Such soil as from the wheels I could not sever Then did I moutning to the donour go Confess'd my fault shew'd him the soile It gather'd whilst neglected so Do not despaire said he for I am oyle This is the Spirit of all life and bliss Yet when I felt him first I died The fountain of my life he is Yet but for him I h'd neer been mortified This Spirit in mine heart doth shee l abroad Gods dear and never dying love Yet not a day but his sharp rod Doth me severely chastise and reprove This Spiritrais'd my Christ yet casts me down Doth cast me down and yet uphold Mine humblings are my joy my Crown My fear doth make my faith more firm and bold Calms are not alwayes proffitable for me Therefore the winds are sometimes high This Spirit blusters and is stormy That I might groundfast in humility This Spirit is my good and only guide Yet walk i th' Spirit Scriptures say My conduct and my path beside This Spirit is my Captain and my way Man walk according to thy native light Say some and thou shalt perfect bee Perfect indeed as noon's at night Lord in thy Spirits light light let me see A spirit there 's in man but th' inspiration Of the Almighty only can By no less than a new Creation Enlighten't such a dungeon sin made man Mans spirit is the Candle of the Lord Which who would see by first should light At Gods own fire ev'n Gods own word Gods word 's his mind seat us in black and white For since th' incarnate word his tender love In blood to write us condescends What wonder that his own dear Dove In inke and paper praies us to be friends Nor Son nor Spirit had I understood Bee'ng sunk so deep in sins dark grot Had not the Son took bone and blood Had not the Spirit pen and paper got The Son in humane nature clad doth raise My conscience out of guilts dark grave The Spirit cloath'd in humane
Then girt like Peter did begin to swim In a repentant Sea of tears to him Repentance lowers Yet like sad rainy daies Bring fruits and flow'rs And floods to wash our waies Its Clouds bee'ng-fill'd with what bright faith exhales But 's dry as desperation when faith failes Yet have I heard That some repented not That afterward They might believe This knot Is soon untied First Faith lends tears and grief Unto repentance then an handkerchief Thus Faith precedes Repentance yet comes after Follows yet leads As Mother and as Daughter As the bright Sun the brackish Sea doth round Encompassing Repentance Faith is found Faith I would tell Thy story if I could Where thou dost dwell Or what thou art behold But thou art Faith which sense can no more reach Then death Deity can praise or preach I did ask at Heav'ns gate for thee dear grace But was told that There vision held thy place Then some infernall fiends said they could shew thee But took thee for no grace for they did rue thee I lookt about On earth to find thee there For there no doubt Thou dwelst if any where And yet again th' unerring Scripture saith When Christ shall come shall he on earth find Faith Surely not much When he shall that day bring Unto the touch Each one that wears a ring All won't prove Gold that glisters and is specious Nor feigned Faith be then approv'd as precious Oh! that I knew Thee precious Faith and could Thy reall hue Thy lustre but unfold I should soon draw all eyes from him that hath Gold rings to gaze on th' poor when rich in Faith Alas most take Thee for some pebble they Do nothing make To believe any way Only those few that have thee jealous are Their Faith is not the right the right 's so rare Thou 'rt a rich stock A Diadem brought forth Only by th' rock Of ages of such worth That who hath thee although he hath no more May well esteem the golden Indies poore By thee the just May live when wants surround And so he must When other things abound Faith makes the conscience good and that well drest Is a continuall food a constant feast Of the houshold Of Faith I 'm sure I 've read And dare be bold They want no houshold-bread Faith daily sets on the believers board The Heav'nly bread of th' everliving word Others look by Their trades to be maintain'd Why should not I To be by faith sustain'd Thou art the calling man but misapplies To other trades the name of mysteries The mystery Thou art yet th' Oedipuâ— That dost untye All doubts and knots for us Nothing is hard to thee where thou canst not Unriddle thou 'st a sword to cut the knot How blind were man But for thy piercing eye Who nothing can No not himself descrie Thy clue guides through both Laborinth-like waies Of mine own heart and through the Scriptures maze I should be set And pos'd at first and last i th' Alphabet But that dear Faith thou hast Taught me to know my letters Who but thou Could make me th' Alpha and Omega know Or to know him Aright alas my sight Were dark and dim But for thine eyes thy light Who seest him that is invisible What flesh and blood perceives not thou see'st well Pray'r's a blind beggar If it doe want but thee It may be eager But right it cannot bee Hope were an hopeless thing but that thou dost Allow it spend upon thy proper cost Faith makes pray'r know Where t' have its Amunition And teacheth how To levell each petition Of clam'rous sin quick prayer by Faith gains cope And brings salvations tidings back to hope In pilgrimage I went to Calvery That bitter stage Where my dear Lord did dye Where missing him I cri'd out where is he Faith whisper'd to me go along with me Faith brought me to A door but it was lockt Faith bad me go And knock and so I knockt Then th' door flew open and a Lamb did stand Cry'ng take both fleece and flesh But I h'd no hand But as my moan I made with tears and grief Faith lent me one So I took the relief Which having got I found that this believing Both gives me Christ and is of Christs own giving But as I thought To h've carri'd home this gift A Cross was brought Which I was bad to lift Or leave the rest I try'd but could not bear it Said Faith I 'll lend thee shoulders do not fear it With much ado I got this blessed pack Christ and 's Cross too By Faith upon my back But could nor go nor stand till Faith did meet Me just a sinking with a pair of feet Faith hav'ng new vampt My soul I then could walk Reason's sin-crampt And t is but idle talk To speak of marching in its strength and might Till Faith lends reason legs and sets it right We stand by Faith Saith Paul we stand by reason Whoever saith I doubt me doth speak treason They shew their reason best that daily beg Lord give us Faith reason 's a wodden leg Faith makes me see What reason 's asking still How can it be Let him take heed that will Believe no more then he finds reason for Lest he find reason to believe no more When Faith as Queen Makes reason wait upon her Reason's then seen Look like a maid of honour But let that saucy Courtier ' ware his head That crowds the Queen into the truckle-bed In a few miles March betwixt this and Heaven I found some stiles Not few'r then six or seaven That reason stumbling at Faith help me over Said I â—â—ll poor Lame reason shall recover No sooner said I so but Faith did lift Ev'n as I pray'd Me over with my gift Which done I fell aboard that sacred flesh That so I might my fainting soul refresh Bee'ng cold and thin The fleece I had receiv'd I went to spin And weave but as I weav'd An enemy did cast a fiery dart Which but for th' shield of Faith had kild my heart Where hadst that fleece Said Satan thievish sinner Of righteousness That thou' rt become a spinner I answer'd false accuser not by thieving Had I my Righteousness but by believing Believing what Dost thou poor foolish wretch Tell me of that Said Satan go and fetch Gods Law-Book and thy Conscience Book and say If thou canst stand as righteous any way Malicious foe Said I cease troubling me Or else le ts go To suit i th' Chancery Gods Common-Law admits of mine appeales To th' Law of Faith that Righteousness reveales But equity Requires thy debts be paid Said he said I And satisfaction 's made By one that left his Cross when he was slain That I therewith might thee foul serpent brain Then Satan flew Quitting the field Anon A numerous crew A WORLD it was came on Thronging so thick and threefold in upon me That had nor Faith prest in they had undone me Earth shew'd her strength Her
Stretching its neck to look for land Beyond deaths gulf and life beyond The day of doom Hope is next door to Heav'ns gate 'T is but a step from this to that Nay Hope doth Heaven antedate And bring down hither Hope 's th' antidote against despair Coffin of fear and Couch of care Cradle of patience Hope hath fair Even in foule weather Hope is the mourners Handkerchief Hope is the Balme of ev'ry grief Hope doth endorse the beggars brief Ere it 's collected In Hope I have what yet I want Hope makes me full while things are scant Hope doth consummate what I can't Yet see effected Hope hath an harvest in the Spring In Winter doth of Summer sing Feeds on the fruits whilest blossoming Yet nips no bloom Hope brings me home when I 'm abroad As soon as th' first step homeward's trod In Hope to thee my God! my God! I come I come Hope sends the Ship to Sea and then Ere it returns brings't home agen The port of all Seafaring men Is this GOOD HOPE I am a Sea man too My Soul Though toss'd with doubts when weather 's foul Doth like some Sea-sick vessell roul Yet Heav'n's its scope Hope doth the Souldiers weapon wield By Hope the Souldiers Helmet's steel'd Hope gives him ere he fights the field Hope holds his station I am a Souldier too My Sword Is that o th' Spirit th' two-edg'd word Now for an Helmet give me Lord Th' Hope of Salvation Hope sets the poor Apprentice free First day he 's bound And why not me Thou hast Indentures Lord by thee Wherein I 'm tied Mount Sinais Covenants they bee Yet Hope doth Lord Enfranchize mee In Sion-hill where all are free That do reside In Hope the School Boy doth commence Master of Art and fair science Yea whilest i th' lowest form steps thence To th' Doctors Chair I 'm a School-Schollar too My God! But yesterday I felt thy rod Yet still with Hope am girt and shod Away despair ' Tiâ— Hope â—hat doth the sower feed Who seems to cast away his seed But doth preserve in very deed And mend his store I am a Seeds-man too my Lord And but for Hope thou would'st affoard Thy blessing when I sow thy word I had forbore I am a Seeds man every teare I sow in Hope 't will bring an care Fit for thy floor in time of yeare For thee to gather Were 't not for Hope the heart some say Would break yet Hope led me one day Weeping along the Milkie way To thee O Father I am a Seeds man casting bread On th' waters where it seems lye dead Yet Hope assures me 't shall be fed And then restor'd Hope doth the pris'ners bolts unlock His fetters doth in sunder knock Hope drives the Freemans trade and stock My dearest Lord I am a captive too Sins chain Doth hold and hamper but in vain By Hope I 'm saved and set again At liberty I am a Tradesman too Thou art That God with whom I deal My heart Takes Heav'n to be the only mart Thither trade I Exporting groans and broken pray'rs That scarse can clamber up the stairs Importing rich and precious wares Ev'n joy and peace Joy that exceeds all understanding o th' Spirits sealing Christs own handing Peace that is of Gods own commanding And can't surcease Hope makes the labourer to run A race as 't were with each daies Sun Paying his wages ere 's work be done And mine much more I daily dig and delve within Stubbing at th' roots and stumps of sin And but for Hope one day to win I should give ore O come that long'd for day come quickly This Hope defer'd makes my heart sickly Grace is a Rose but sin is prickly And still adheres Amphibion like the diver tries Whet sharp with Hope t' anatomize And geld the deeps his hop'd for prize Forbids his feares I am a diver too Thy word Doth richer rarities affoard A greater deep and better stor'd With Pearls and treasure Angels desire to dive into These deeps and so I daily do Whose Pearls are rich and Cordiall too Health Wealth and Pleasure 'T is Hope that makes the racer fleet Bringing the wager to his feet Make hast saith Hope what don 't you see 't You 've won you 've won I am a racer too My race From sin to glory is by grace Hope sets Heav'ns Bliss before my face And then I run I heard the witty world once say The bird i th' bush may flie away Take Heav'n who will 't is present pay For which we trade To Faith and Hope I told this story Their havings are but transitory Said Faith said Hope and I have glory That cannot fade Hast it said I Hope shew it me What 's this said Hope thou here dost see Said I an Acorn No said he But 't is an Oake What is' t said Hope thou see'st fast by A grain of Mustard seed said I. A plant said Hope reaching the sky And thou'dst right spoke Then I perceiv'd the meaning was Hope ripens seeds of Grace to Grace Makes Grace when grounded Mount and pass To th' highest story Hope shew'd me then a sparkling stone What 's this said Hope that I 've got on I strait reply'd 't is Grace begun Said Hope 't is glory Then learnt I that Grace inchoate By lively Hope doth maturate And rip'ning doth anticipate Heav'n here on Earth I spake to Hope of a reversion I had in Heaven since conversion Said Hope why cast you an aspersion On th' second birth Reversion sounds said Hope to mee Your state at present dead to bee But I have Heav'n in hand you see Whereon I live I am Faiths present recompence My Grammar knows no Future tense The Verbs that make up all my sense Are Substantive Who 're these said Hope thou see'st before Prostrate and begging at a door Said I they are Heav'ns Parish Poor Said Hope they 're Kings Kings said I. But where are their Crowns Their Scepters Kingdoms Countries Towns Their Armine Robes and Purple Gowns Those royall things I can said Hope tell where they bee Safely they are reserv'd by mee Safely reserv'd from them and thee Look here are they All 's lockt Hope lend 's the key said I. Hope fetch a Bible presently On which when I h'd but cast mine eye I found a key The right key 't was o th' door of Hope Enter said Faith thou â—â—edst not â—rope I turn'd the key and th' door flew ope And I went on But O the things that there I saw Jewels of joyes in foiles of awe But blab not Muse Know'st not the Law Peace and have done 'T is not allow'd thee to display The brightness of Hopes holy day Unutterable things to say Muse do not vent're Hope shew'd me but I can't say what Only let him that questions that But get the key that then I gat And let him enter Then let him say If ever he The like things unto those did see Or yet can utter
thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness hâ—ve a worse â—hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r â—yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burnâ— Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speakâ— Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall Dâ—wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'â— Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Makâ—s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And yâ—â— let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too â—ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Addâ—r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid
Center Man's for a more sublime Advent'r 'T is pitty Dust in th' Ayre or Eye Should hinder a Celestiall spie With lumbering Body leave behinde The low th' ignoble servile mind Such men I mean as can't out-pass Old Abrah'ms servants or his Ass The secret secker only knows What secrets Heaven can disclose Gods Holy of Holies still shuts out The vulgar and unholy rout In secret places of the stairs And clefts of Rocks lye mine Affaires Angels will scarce in crouds appear We say The few'r the better chear If busie Ants of mole-hill birth Promiscuously converse on Earth Let th' High-born Bird of Paradise Scorning the Earth still scale the skies An Ant-hill and Exchange agree Save Men the greater Trifters bee Thus mortals toyl to live below Whilest Man by toyl to Heav'n might go What though thou 've been shorâ—-winded sure Heav'ns hill can Earths green-sickness cure Or what needst dread the journeys length Whilest all along thy way 's thy strength II. BEe'ng thus Ascended Binde and slaughter Thy fin thine Only Child of laughter In this Mount God will soon be seen If some Dear sin dont intervene Dear sin indeed whilest Angels sect Their first Estates for it and Hell Dear sin whilest for its buâ—ks men do Fair Heavens houshold-bread forgo A present flash and future flame Is the best Income sin can name 'T was sin eclips'd the Angels Crown And what brought them will keep thee down Man dost not see how Cherubs stand With flaming swords on every hand From rape of such to guard Lifes Tree As of dead works the workers bee Ah! guilty soul dar'st look abroad Or unagreed dar'st walk with God To reconcile dar'st thou aspire Thy dross with that consuming fire Sure such Attonement shall begin When sin proves grace or grace proves sin Since Earth's too dead too dark too low Sure Hell to Heav'n shall never go III. BEe'ng thus far onward in this steep Wouldst further climbe then learn to creep Who try can tell th' Ascents like these Are the best sâ—al'd on th' hands and knees Angels first rose then fell and so By growing too high became so low But Christ did raise his Royall Crest By building such a lowly nest The Pharisee that nothing knows Of the true Temple boldly goes Into its shadow there to boast Reck'ning proud fool without his Host The Publican doth smite upon His Heart as if 't were made of stone Which stone despised thought 't lay below Did to a Temple sooner grow Unto Gods Altar nakedness God suffers to have no access Th' indowments of mens minds we call Their parts importing therewithall No man of parts can decent be Unless cloath'd with humilitie The Highest to the low gives grace Who veil â—heir own shall see his face In dust and ashes self abhor'd Are the accepted of the Lord. Most flaring fair fac'd Dinas are Sooner undone for being fair The veil'd Rebekah Isaac takes And his dear bosom-consort makes How can a near acquaintance grow Whilest God proud hearâ—s far off doth know Proud hearts know not themselves and then Sure Heav'n must needs be out oâ— ken Whilest the void Aire and worthless wind Brooks no way to be down confin'd Earthquakes must all things overthrow Rather than empty Aire keep low Gems Jewels India's Treasures dwell In meanest Caverns low roof'd Cell Thus from the pots the Lord doth take And into Crowns his Treasures make Would'st then be profited by mee From earth sin and proud self get free Yet 't is a Trinity indeed After the which with winged speed I would pursue and ever may Both body soul and spirit pray He whom I seek and ever shall Is THREE and ONE And ONE and ALL. MEDITATE upon these things give thy self wholly to them that thy proffiting may appear to all 1 Tim. 4.51 FINIS