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A16534 A spirituall hymne or The sacrifice of a sinner to be offred vpon the altar of a humbled heart, to Christ our Redeemer. Inverted in English sapphicks, from the Latine, of the reverend, religious, and learned divine, Mr Robert Boyd of Trocborege. By Sr William Mure yo: of Rowallane knight. By whom is also annexed a poeme, entituled Doomes-day. Containing, hells horrour, and heavens happinesse.; Roberti Boddii a Trochoregia Hecatombe christiana. English Boyd, Robert, 1578-1627.; Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657. 1628 (1628) STC 3445; ESTC S116400 16,452 60

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this hid delight The lame shall leape proportionde right the dumb● Gods praises sound 54 Caught vp when on immortall wings To aire this stage which ouerhings To meete thy Head the Saints who brings to judge the damned traine Saints earst accounted abject things Objects of scorne weake vnderlings On thrones enstalde now sceptred Kings Eternally who reigne 55 What bands enclustred thee around Shall make the Heauens with hymnes rebound That Thou a straggling sheepe art found their numbers to encrease ●f they did such applauses sound At thy conversion how profound Shall be their Ioyes to see thee crownd with them to acquiesse 56 As pansiue Pilgrime sore distrest Wearie and weake with famine prest Whom feare of Robbers doth infest straying alone in need If Hee while dreaming least of rest Should in an instant bee addrest Where hee might live for ever blest how should his Joyes exceed 57 Even so my soule now on the way Too easily seduc't astray When Thou shalt find this solide stay this Center of repose How shall the pleasures of this day Adorning Thee with rich array Thy suffred labours all allay afflictions all compose 58 What boundlesse Ocean of delight Shall quench all paines all passed plight Endured wrongs digested spight of tyrannizing pride By Angels Messengers of light When brought in thy Redeemers sight Set free from deathes eternall night adjudg't in blesse to byde 59 When large Memorials shall record The meanest good thou didst afforde To poore to sicke when deed nor word shall want the owne rewarde The Judge thy Advocate thy Lord Who now absolves Thee first restorde O bond O double-twisted cord O vndeservde regard 60 But O! when Thou casts backe thine eyes Thy voyage dangerous espyes Foes ambushments laide to surprise thy wayes when thou dost vieu The traines set foorth Thee to entise Base pleasures which Thou didst despise What boundlesse joyes shall thence arise what Solace sweet ensue 61 What strange applauses thence shall spring When Saints doe shout when Angels sing When Heauens hie vaults loud Eccho's ring of that Absolving voyce Come Yee whose faith did vpwards spring Contempt who on the World did fling Blest of that great Sky-ruling King Enter in endlesse Ioyes 62 O Joyes with these as farre vn-even To Man which to conceiue are given As loftiest of the Planets seven earths Center doth transcend By wit who prease to pry in heauen Backe by a Cherubin is driven Mans Reason is a v●ssell riven can litle comprehend 63 O Joyes as much bedazling sight As day's bright Beam the weakest light Aboue small Gnats as Eagles flight amidst the clouds ensphearde Ioyes as farre passing all delight Yet euer heard by humane wight As ghastly screiches of Owles which fright with Larks sweet laves comparde 64 These boundlesse Joyes this endlese peace In this claims principally place To see God clearely face to face Him as Hee is to view Not heere as doth fraile Adams race Who through a glasse this sight embrace And steps of things created trace to reach these pleasures trew 65 With Judgement pure to know as knowne These Persons three in essence One God varying in names alone Father Sonne holy Ghost To know why Man to lewdnesse prone Angels o'repast God did repone In state of grace why mercy showne To Some while damnde are Most 66 Which Joyes on all the Saints elect On soules and bodies both reflect By ravishing the Intellect the Memory and will Which all the Senses doe affect With pleasures farre aboue defect Who can the rich contents detect those blessed Bands which fill 67 How more perspectiue pure and free Sequestred from mortalitie The Understanding facultie how prompter it perceiues How more sublime the Object bee The Union inward and more nie Joyes of a more supreme degrie the Intellect conceaues 68 Here charg'd with chains of flesh and bloode Wee apprehend by Organs roode The drossie mindes of Earths weake broode imaginde knowledge swells There bathing in a boundlesse floode Of blesse we shall as sprites which stoode Know vnpust vp our Soueraigne good In him all creatures els 69 What object can in greatnesse hight In glorie majestie in might This paralell whence all delight all pleasure only springs With rayes of vncreared light Which cherish not offend the sight Who shines most blest for ever bright eternall King of Kings 70 What Union can so strict bee found So firme successionlesse profound Mans deepest speculation drownd is in this vast abisse This gulfe this Ocean without ground The ravisht minde doth wholly bound Jt drencht heerein with glorie crownd bathes in a Sea of blesse 71 If charming sounds ensnaring sights In mindes of wonder-strucken wights Doe moue such violent delights as passe the bounds of speach The Joyes then midst these reachlesse hights Ay bright with euer-burning lights Must farre transcend the loftiest flights wits most profound can reach 72 The fluide Joyes which here entise From things corruptible arise No Union but externall ties the sense and object fraile How should wee then these pleasures prise Which ever laste aboue the skies This Union strict all change defies this bonde can neuer faile 73 What superexellent degrees Of Ioy the Jntellect shall seaze When Jt with cleare vnsyled eyes the speces natures strength Of beastes of birds of stones of trees Of hearbes the hid proprieties Th' essentiall differences sees of Creatures all at length 74 Of Ioy what ouerflowing spaite Inunding this Theater great Drench with delight shall euery state here marshalled above Till now euen from the Worlds first date When Saints secure from sins deceate Their Palmes their Crownes receiue who late earth 's vtmost spight did prove 75 Nor shall the knowledge of the paine The torments which the damn'd sustain The cryms which earst their soules did staine impare these joyes divine These blacke Characters show most plaine Gods justice their deserved bane The brightnesse of the blessed traine oppo●de more cleare doth shine 76 Their Vengeance shall the Just rejoyse Heavens blesse comparde with hels annoyes As earst by regal Prophets voice divinely was fore-told Saintes should incompassed with Joys Bathe in their blood whom death destroyes Happie who so his life employes mongst Saints to bee enrold 77 Heere oft with wonder rapt wee find The punishment with vertuous minde The fault with the reward combinde at which the lust repines There fault with punishment confinde Rewarde to vertuously inclinde Eternall justice vndeclinde impartially assignes 78 As these and more joyes vnexprest The Understanding doe invest As in the Center of its rest So heere the will doth pause In peace which cannot bee encrest Not wrestling passions to digest O calme tranquillitie how blest They whom this loadstone drawes 79 Hence spring such ardent flammes of loue To God to all the Saints aboue That not one ioy these hoasts do proue which It doe not delight Hence It no fewer joyes doe moue Then God Co-partners doth approue Joyes infinite
downe the Serpents head To wretched Man didst pittie plead Way leading to the Skyes 25 Oh what had beene our fearefull fate Deare soules Redeemer what our state Of ire what hudge inunding spaite had quenchde our of-spring weake Without thee Lord hells preys of late Who mongst thy saints didst vs relate And mounting heauens with glorie great deathes brazen barres didst breake 26 Who saues vs in the day of ire When all shall bee refinde with fire Who with thy Sp'rit dost vs inspire Arls of eternall Life Thy SP'RIT of peace our pledge our hyre Who all vnites of thy empire To Thee our Head our soules desire for ever shunning strife 27 His seuen-fold grace doth vs defend From snares the World the flesh forth send From Fiends infernall which doe bend theirs pow'rs 'gainst Thine by night Which flie like pestes by day in end On winges with faith and hope empen'd Heauens starrie circuits wee transcend by vertue of his might 28 Hee who eternallie foorth came With Father and with Sonne the Same Third branch joynd with that twofold stream witnesse on earth to beare By him confirmde wee accesse claime To Gods hie Throne with feare and shame Brought low by him wee doe proclaime Abba O Father deare 29 He sending vp a secreet grone Doth penetrat Gods eares anone No wordes no cryes can reach his Throne nor speedier pierce the skies He doth vnsyle the eyes alone Of soules sincere to them is showne The lawes hid sense● Hee doth enthrone the lowe the proud despise 30 Soules languishing his grace revives To wandring steps hee regresse gives The falne liftes vp deathes throe's releiues by warme light of his flame The hardest heart of flint hee reaves For iubjects Rebells home receiues Subdues the stubburne that believes no hardnesse breedes him shame 31 Ev'n as perfumes which most excell Worke on weake sents and doe dispell All former loathings So befell Thy Saints the Virgines deare How soone thy Names sweet fragrant smell Was powred foorth all prostrate fell Who gainst Thee did before rebell Thy yoke now gladly beare 32 O let this dewy showre descend Of thy sweet Oyle that We in end That Rocke of safetie may ascend admitting no retreat Conduct vs who on thee depend Life-giuing essence vs defend Who here our days in dangers spend which vs each moment meete 33 Lead vs poore Pilgrims vnexpert Our Compasse Pilote Pole who art Through this inhospitall desert this vaile of bitter teares Where perill lurkes in euerie part Where Asps their poys'nous stings forth dart Whose plaines no pleasures else impart but scrotching drought and feares 34 Lead vs those rivers to frequent Where milke and honey yeelds content O! euer blesse with good event the wrestlings of thine owne Till comming in the firmament Unlookt for by earths trembling tent When times last Period shall bee spent Thy glory thou make knowne 35 That Day shall rest Heauens rolling spheares Earthes refluous tumults deathes pale feares O day which neuer night outweares Night by no day displac't Then to the source floods course reteires Time lurking then no more appears Hid in the vast abysse of yeares from whence it first did haste 36 O day which doth all blesse impart To all who vpright are in heart O day of horrour full of smart to all of sprite impure Day which shall sobs of saints convert In songes of Joy Day which shall dart Wrath on the wretcht who then shall start wak'd from their sleepe secure 37 That Trumpets terrifying sound That day their ears their souls shall wound In sine deepe Lethargie long drownde to heare a fearefull doome Whose noise whose murmurings profound Shall call what e're earths limits bound Or who in floods o'rewhelmde are found hid in the Oceans wombe 38 Who cheardare with the Worlds bright Eye ●nvest'd yet with mortalitie Or whose dead ashes scattered flie dispersde through earth or aire ●his dayes sharpe tryall all must see ●sentered once lifes miserie ●ea babes which scarce yet breathing bee must at this found appeare 39 When flammes shall furiously confound Lightning thy glorious Throne around What e're shall bee their object found in this inferiour Frame Shaking the World ev'n to the ground Razde from its center laid profound Dissolving what earths fabricke crownde with greatest Arte or fame 40 The Suns cleare beames clouds shall enfold Starres losse their light earths pride controld What Earthlings did most pretious hold records of wit of strength Shall with this mouuments rare mold More quicklie melt than can bee told All this great All shall as of old a Chaos turne at length 41 Then when the screiches and frightfull cryes Of such Gods wrath as vnderlyes Encrease the noise of rushing skies of earthes disjoynted frame Hee makes divorce that 's only wise The damned goates hee doth despise Poynts out his lambes whose sinfull dyes hee pu●gde with bloody streame 42 When blessed soules shall fred of feare Thy Throne encircling Thee draw neare As dayes comforting Beame the spheare the Orbe of purest heauen The clouds transcending shining cleare Thy footsteps streatched foorth to beare Those trembling bands shall streight reteare downe to the Center driven 43 Trembling to heare the thundring noise Of thy three-forked fearefull voyce Which streight their soules with sad annoyes with terrours strange shall pierce Hence hence yee cursed hells convoyes Who of this Portion earst made choyse In chaines of darknesse end your Joyes amidst hells furyes fierce 44 Goe curst for aye exy●de from light From hope from rest from all delight Where wormes ne're dying wrath and spight gnashing of teeth and teares ●then what horrour what affright ●hall on those hopelesse prisners light ●ebarrde eternally his fight who on the throne appeares To the right Vertuous and WORSHIPFULL THE MUSES Deare Minion St. W. MVRE Knight Author Epigram WHen thy sweet Sophoclean straines I read Motions of Love and Admiration breed Within my breast for thy soule-charming Songes To whom the Laurell as thy due belongs Haue rais'de in Mee hotte flammes of kinde Desire That I must love Thee still and still admire Thy glorious choyse and with deserved praise Stirre vp thy Muse a higher flight to raise Well dost Thou now disclaime that Dwarfling fond And builds thy Thoughts vpon a divine ground Walter Forbes DOOMES-DAY Containing HELLS horrour and HEAVENS happinesse By Sr WILLIAM MVRE yo of Rowallane Knight 1 BUT now my Sprite refresht a space Forbearing pressed steppes to trace Aspires aboue the vulgare prease to raise a second flight I feele my bosome peece and peece Warmde with vnusuall flammes Giue place Eare-charming fancies Artes disgrace affoording false delight 2 Thoughts which aboue the spheares inclyne Wings furnish to my weake engine If Thou O Lord the Horne of Thine in mee this Rapture wrought Bee present by thy power divine Grant in my