cruel Iews did then Wound him afresh and Crucifie again Then we alas have his Tormentors been And by each vile deliberate Deed We make his Wounds afresh to bleed His Pain as various as our Sin 2 Pt. True for my Doubts do bind his Hands my Pride Does first disrobe him then deride I spit upon him by my Blasphemy And Scourge him by my Cruelty My prophane Tears become the Thorns That pierc'd his Head with Scorns And my Hypocrisy 1st Pt. Stay To what prodigeous height our Sins amount Ev'ry Unkindness is a Dart The Spear that wounds his very Heart Christ could bear any thing but this Both. Since then the Cause of both our Grief 's the same Mix we our Tears for Grief let 's Dye 'T is just we act our own who caus'd his Tragedy Vpon a Quiet Conscience By K. Charles I. CLose thine Eyes and sleep secure Thy Soul is safe thy Body sure He that guards thee he that keeps Never slumbers never sleeps A quiet Conscience in a quiet Breast Has only Peace has only Rest The Musick and the Mirth of Kings Are out of Tune unless she sings Then close thine Eyes in Peace and rest secure No sleep so sweet as Thine no Rest so sure A Dialogue betwixt Dives and Abraham D. HElp Father Abraham help for Mercies sake Behold my Torments in this burning Lake Send Lazarus with Whirlwinds that he may These flames of melting Sulphur fan away A. What Son of Hell and Darkness dare molest This awful Saint scarce warm yet on my Breast D. 'T is I great Mammon's equal one whose lot Alas is only now Abr. I know thee not D. Father 't is Dives 't is thy Son 't is I Who Purpled ore fed once deliciously A. And canst thou now his Charity implore Whom thou sawest lately at thy Flinty Door Begging for Crums those Crums that fell beside Thy ore-charg'd Table and was then deny'd Vain Soul D. Some pity take A. Remember Son Thy Dogs had pity on him thou hadst none D. Yet they were mine reliev'd him O in lieu Let him vouchsafe me but a little Dew To cool my Tongue A. Not the least drop of Grace Can ever enter that forsaken Place D. Then send him to my Brethren lest they come To feel the weight of my Eternal Doom A. They 've Moses and the Prophets D. True but they May yet a Summons from the Dead obey A. If to convert them Sion's Thunder fail A Summons from the Dead will ne'er prevail When once Death's fatal Hand has shut the Door The Gates of Mercy never open more SOLILOQVY 1. DEar Saviour oh what ails this Heart Sure 't is of Stone it cannot smart Nor yet Relent the Death of thee Whose Death alone could ransom me Can I behold thy Pains so great Thine Agony thy bloudy Sweat Thy Back with Whips and Scourges torn Thy Sacred Temples Crown'd with Thorn Thy Veins and Nerves extended wide Thy panting Heart thy bleeding Side Thy Hands and Feet nail'd to the Wood And all thy Body drown'd in Blood Canst thou pour forth such Streams for me And I not drop one Tear for Thee 2. Yet tender-hearted I can cry To see Romantick Heroes dye And Priam's Fall commands my Eyes As Great Elias did the Skies Nay a false Fable that can start And call up Sorrow from my Heart A Player too that dies in jest Can raise a Tempest in my breast But here when I should grieve indeed Nor am I touch'd nor can I bleed Heart how I fear by this alone There 's something in me worse than Stone 3. Behold See how this dismal sight Put the whole World into a fright The Graves did open and the Dead Rose from their Tombs and Marble Bed Earth did with Anguish shake again Convulsions felt in ev'ry Vein Th' amazed Sun withdrew his light Transforming Day to darkest Night The Temple's Vail in twain was Rent The stony Rocks in sunder went The Murtherer did this Death bemoan And pitying it forgot his own Down stupid stoutness else 't is true Th' art worse than Murtherer worse than Iew Lord of thy Mercy work a Wonder Cleave this obdurate Heart in sunder PSALM the CIV By Mr. Tate Part the First 1. BLess God my Soul thou God alone Possessest Empire without bounds With Honour thou art Crown'd thy Throne Eternal Majesty surrounds 2. With Light thou dost thy self enrobe And Glory for a Garment take Heaven's Curtains stretcht beyond the Globe Thy Canopy of State to make 3. He builds on Liquid Fire and forms His Palace Chambers in the Skies The Clouds his Chariot are and Storms The swift-wing'd Steeds with which he flies 4. Spirits he made his heavenly Quire With speed his Orders to fulfil His Ministers a flaming Fire To execute his dreadful Will 5 6. Earth on her Center fixt he set Her Face with Waters over-spread Nor proudest Mountains dar'd as yet To lift above the Waves their head 7. But when thy Thunder's Voice went forth The frighted Floods dispers'd away Engulf'd in Caverns of the Earth And panting in her Bosom lay 8. Thence up by secret tracts they creep And gushing from the Mountains side Through Valleys travel to the Deep Appointed to receive their Tide 9. There hast thou fixt the Ocean-bounds Her threatning Surges to repel That she no more transgress her mounds Nor to a second Deluge swell Part the Second 10. Yet thence in smaller Parties drawn The Sea recovers her lost Hills And starting springs from every Lawn Surprise the Vales in plenteous Rills 11. The Ox unyoak'd is thither led Weary with Labour faint with Drought And Asses on wild Mountains bred Have sense to find those Currents out 12. There shady Trees from scorching Beams Yield Mansions to the Feather'd Throng They drink and to the bounteous Streams Return the Tribute of their Song 13. His Rains from Heaven parch'd Hills recruit That soon transmit the Liquid Store Till Earth is burthen'd with her Fruit And Nature's Lap can hold no more 14. Grass for our Cattle to devour He makes the self same Soil produce And Herbs endu'd with Sovereign Power For Man that knows their Sovereign Use. 15. With cluster'd Grapes he crowns the Vine Whose Nectar Mortal Cares subdue Gives Oyl that makes our Face to shine And Bread that wasted Strength renews Part the Third 16. The Trees of God without the Care Or Art of Man with Sap are fed The Mountain Cedar looks as fair As those in Royal Gardens bred 17. Safe in the lofty Cedar's Arms The Wanderers o' th' Air may rest The Hospitable Pine from harms Protects the Stork her pious Guest 18. Wild Goats the craggy Rocks ascend Its towring height their Fortress make Whose Cells in Labyrinths extend Where feebler Creatures Refuge take 19. The Moon 's inconstant Aspect shews The appointed Seasons of the Year The Instructed Sun his duty knows His Hours to Rise and Disappear 20 21. Darkness he makes the Day to shroud When Forest Beasts securely stray Young Lyons
he goes Whose Streams his Passage to the Schools oppose He now must put Heav'ns Promise to the Test And prove if he Elijah's Spirit possest Dismantled on the Current's Verge he stood Then smote and cry'd Where 's now Elijah's God Chastis'd by Him the swelling Streams give way And Great Elijah's greater Heir Obey HYMN by H. W. 1. THou God for ever blest Of uncreated Pow'r possest Whose Habitation is in Light refin'd From thy Celestial Throne With Pity Lord look down Behold relieve my troubled Mind Anguish and Horror from my Heart remove Thou God of everlasting Peace and Love 2. And Thou who sitt'st at his Right-hand That do'st th' Angelick Hosts command Thou who on Earth didst heav'nly Pow'r display Thou whose mild Voice made Winds and Seas obey The Storms the Tempest in my Brest allay Chastise Controul The boist'ring Waves that rowl And Toss and Wreck and quite o'er-whelm my sick despairing Soul 3. And Thou most sweet and Sacred Dove The God of Consolation and of Love Visit O Visit ev'ry Part Of my afflicted Heart That Heart for thy Reception to prepare By thy most heav'nly Influence Expel all sinful Thoughts from thence And Save me from the Gulph of black Despair Hezekiah's Sickness and Recovery KINGS the II. Chap. 20. By Mr. Tate WIth double Pleasure sprung the cheerful Dawn That saw the Syrians threatning Host with drawn Yet ah no sooner Wars Allarms are fled No sooner Peace her brooding Wings had spread But Sickness arm'd with Death's resistless Sting Invades the Sacred Person of the King The raging Pest within his Vitals reign'd More dang'rous than the Siege he had sustain'd The fatal Summons Purple Symptoms gave And Thus the Prophet warns him to his Grave Thy House in Order set dispose thy State For Death O King do's on my Message wait He stalks behind me to thy Palace-Gate The Prince who had Besieging Hosts defy'd Turns Pale and deeply Sighing Thus reply'd Can Heav'n impose where Justice is sublime A Task so weighty and so short a Time My House in Order set dispose my State Surpriz'd like Me with Life's last stage in View Alas what could a private Master do If Him a Doom so sudden wou'd o'erwhelm Ah what must I who sit at Iudah's Helm My Family no less than All the Realm That Realm how shall I orderly bequeath E'er Wars Alarms afford me time to breath How place my Scepter e'er my Sword I Sheath But if th' Almighty Wisdom has thought fit That I shou'd Iudah's Royal Ensigns quit My Soul at his Decree shall ne'er Repine Both Life and Empire at his Call Divine I will Resign But ah to whom Resign For yet the Marriage Bed's to me unknown And Iudah wants an Heir to Iudah's Throne Shall Israel's Ten Apostate Tribes their King To Sion's Tow'r and worse Unhallow'd Idols to the Temple bring Or shall Assyrian Troops the Siege renew And Rabsheka's blaspheming Threats prove True When in such Terms the Royal Saint had mourn'd His Face bedew'd with Tears he meekly turn'd Turn'd to the Wall Why thither that his Mind Might less Distraction in that Posture find Or secret Pray'rs more servently to press As warm Devotion loves no Witnesses Or that his Palace open'd on that side A Prospect whence his Eyes the Temple spy'd Where wish'd Access was to his Feet deny'd A second Deluge at his View he show'r'd And thus his Soul her Deprecation pour'd Remember Lord with humble Trust I sue How to thy Service I have been most True With perfect Heart by strong Devotion warm'd That which was Righteous in thy sight perform'd The Royal Saint paus'd here and hov'ring round Attending Angels strive to catch each Sound Scarce could They for their finisht Errand stay While thus the Pious Prince proceeds to Pray How prays He Not one Accent more he spoke But when his Tongue grows mute his Thoughts invoke His Tears and Groans their Office still maintain Let then the faithful Muse The Language of those Groans and Tears explain They said Thou seest O God most Just and Wise All fix'd on me the Neighb'ring Nations Eyes How in a Leud and Superstitious Age Alone I stand and for thy Truth engage Thy Worship's Champion if in Death I sleep From Pagan Force who shall thine Altars keep The Reformation I with Toil commenc'd Will soon relapse to Ruin when unfenc'd The Assyrian Savage with impetuous Haste Th' Enclosure gone will lay thy Vineyard waste Let me or let my Cause thy Favour claim Support thy Servant or at least thy Name Restore me from the Grave prolong my Days Prolong them that I may prolong thy Praise Nor yet the Prophet had the Palace left And Royal Patient of all Hope bereft But He whose Visit made the Court to Mourn Of Life the welcom Envoy must Return Turn cry'd the Vision bring my Saint Relief Tell Hezekiab tell my People's Chief Thy Father David's God has heard thy Pray'r Beheld thy Tears and will thy Health repair The Third Day 's Sun shall see that Health restor'd But Miracles must first confirm my Word Who now wants Breath his mournful Crys to raise Shall in the Temple then resound my Praise On the Death of Mr. Fell who was found Dead upon his Knees in his Chamber PRetending private Study when thy Mind To Paradise this Voyage had design'd Was sure a Pious though surprising Fraud And such as Saints and Angels must applaud Elijah thus pretending to Retire Told of the Water but conceal'd the Fire Elisha had he sought no more to know Had lost his Spirit and his Mantle too Such Legacies blest Soul mightst thou have giv'n Had we but seen thee when snatcht up to Heav'n Sure Paradise was open'd to thy view When with thy Pray'r thy Soul together flew In such a sacred Rapture Stephen spy'd Heav'n's Gates unlockt and forthwith kneel'd and dy'd To Heav'n thou now hast shewn the nearest way Which is like Thee to Study and to Pray You that carve Virtue deckt with ev'ry Grace As if her Beauties lay in Hands and Face Come Counterfeit this Image if you dare The first Original Statue of a Prayer Heaven took thee up when it beheld thee down So Princes kneel when they receive a Crown Nor did Heav'ns sudden Summons Thee surprise It scarce could ever find thee otherwise Thy pious Soul in Consecrated Clay For 't was a Temple never ceas'd to pray Thy oft repeated Storms Heaven's Gates assail'd Whose sacred Violence at last prevail'd Heaven kindly yielding sent a Message down To bid thee enter and possess the Crown One Period ends thy Combat and thy Breath Thy Conquest bravely finish'd in thy Death Such was Epaminondas noble Pride The minute that he Overcame he dy'd Alas what cannot warm Religion dare No Walls so high but may be scal'd by Pray'r New Stratagems by Piety are found And highest Flights take rise from off the ground What happy Zeal thy Spirit did inspire That ' midst thy Tears could kindle so much fire Which made
frown'd upon my Birth Nor to this Hour allows one Minute's Mirth Yet still I 'm flatter'd with deceitful Air That always says to Morrow shall be fair No Morrow yet has darted one kind Ray But still proves darker than the former Day The ruffling Winds oftimes disturb the Main But soon the Billows grow compos'd again No Leaves in Winter on the Grove are seen Which yet the next Spring Cloaths with fresher Green When sudden Storms eclipse the Morning's Light Those once dispers'd the Day returns more bright My gloomy Thoughts no Interval can find The Tempest always rages in my Mind My Sighs are all the Musick I employ My Sighs are all the Musick I enjoy With these I pass the tedious Night away With these I pass the yet more tedious Day My Friends 't is true their Counsel oft address Advise me oft to make my Sorrows less I took their Council gave to Mirth the Rein Mirth only brought more sharp Returns of Pain For when my Griefs with Laughter I 'd beguile Tempestuous Sighs destroy'd the Infant Smile And when I try to Sleep my Griefs to Rest Their Crys fright from my Door the gentle Guest Ye Streams and Groves my long frequented Seats Ye Rocks Caves my Sorrows last Retreats You know how oft my Groans in vain supprest Have with recoiling Fury torn my Breast While Eccho gentle sharer of my Woe Returns a Sigh to ev'ry Sigh I throw Here Progne do's her mournful Story tell Answer'd by sadder Notes of Philomel Each in her Turn renews the doleful Strain While Halcyons from the distant Shoars complain With these the Turtle joins eternal Moan Like me she mourns and murmurs all alone Thus Fate do's cruelly my Life prolong Of all my suffrings Life the greatest Wrong Out of Hermannus Hugo I Charge you O Daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my Beloved that ye tell him I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. YE happy souls of Heavenly Salem's Race Whose snowy Feet the Azure Temples grace You you I charge attend my sacred Strain If ye by chance shou'd find my Love again Tell him I Languish with a Fire unknown As Iasmins saint beneath th' Assyrian Sun For ' midst the Darts he lately scatter'd round He fell himself a Shaft and I a Wound At least his own Blood ting'd the pointed Steel ' For I more His than my own Sufferings feel Ah! with what fires was then my Soul possest As if whole Aetna heav'd within my Breast If he 's inquisitive as Lovers are And should enquire of each particular Talk all the Forms of Languish and Distress Which Pain forbids the Sufferer to express He 'll ask if I am Feaverish tell him No My Spirits are too weak my Pulse too low He 'll ask if danger of my Life appears Tell what your Eyes discover not your Ears Tell him you bid me speak whilst my faint breath Imported nothing but the signs of Death Perhaps he 'll ask you how I did appear What Looks and what my other symptoms were This or like This let your Description be That he my danger with its Cause may see A pale a frightful trembling Ghost I lye Condemn'd O Fate neither to live nor dye I pant and struggle for my hovering Breath Labouring for either perfect Life or Death With heavy Eyes that sink in gloomy Shade My faint Right hand within my Bosom laid No rosy Colours no young Native heat No Pulse tho' touch'd can be perceiv'd to beat A floud of Tears wash my faint Life away And dying Sighs to him my Soul convey Whilst in these sad Complaints I still admire To feel I burn yet know not what 's the fire Unless 't is Love which doth these Passions move For every accent of my Pain is Love From hence I find from hence proceeds my flame I know not Love but yet a Lover am Love made my Plaints so loud my Sighs so deep Love taught my unexperienc'd Eyes to weep From hence th' Abruptness of my Language came That I could utter nothing but his Name This in these words Let my Beloved hear That I fond of my pain his Fetters bear Tell him I burn with such a gentle fire As Roses in the Summers heat expire Tell him that I with long Desires decay As hoary Lillies droop and fade away I charge ye tell him I am sick of Love And my last Sickness tell him it will prove ON EASTER-DAY By an unknown Hand 1. HArk Sure I hear Urania play I hear her tune the heavenly Strings Some wondrous Tidings sure she brings Oh! now methinks I hear her say The Sun of Rightcousness To day Must break must rise must come away With Healing on his Wings 2. 'T is done behold the God appear Fulfilling all that he hath said Captivity is Captive led Death of his old invenom'd Spear Behold disarm'd and conquer'd here The Grave no more the Members seat Since risen is the Head 3. In vain the silly Rabbins strove A Stratagem of Force to find The Lord Omnipotent to bind Too weak to stop Almighty Love Their Guards their Stone their Seal must prove The trembling Earth doth all remove Like Dust before the Wind. 4. Let ransom'd Men in Praises vie Let every faithful Soul rejoice And tune to Angels Notes his Voice Hail Son of David let them cry Hail Thou that Livest and didst Dye That list'st thy glorious Seat on high And Sufferings mad'st thy Choice 5. Unfold ye Everlasting Gates That Guard the great Iehovah's Towers Those Sacred My stick Leaves of yours The King of Glory for you waits Receive him O ye blissful Bow'rs Ye Thrones Dominions Sceptred Powers He comes accomplish'd are the Hours Appointed by the Fates 6. Be now thy Foes thy Footstool made Exalted high on God's Right-hand A Priest for ever mayst thou stand Thy dear Redeeming Blood to plead Th' imperfect Sacrifice to aid Which is by wretched Man convey'd And never must be scann'd A Preparation to PRAYER By the same Hand 1. LET no bold Prayer presume to rise Let no unhallowed Incense go A fruitless Progress through the Skies Whilst here thy Heart remains below Thy Heart adorn'd in all its best desires Thy Father kindly courts thy awful God requires 2. Think with what Reverence and State Thy Maker is ador'd Above What mighty Beings round him wait And pay their Worship and their Love That Cherubims are in his Sight afraid And with enfolded Wings their glorious Faces Shade 3. How must that Guardian Angel grieve That to attend thy Soul is sent Such cold Petitions to receive As his warm Zeal can ne'er present How must he grieve thy empty Forms to see In Spirit and in Truth his God must worshipt be 4. How will it swell thy final Cares How will it all thy hopes defeat To see thy Sins increas'd by Prayers Which only could their force abate How can'st thou hope t' escape those foreign Harms Who thus against thy self turn'st thy defensive Arms GOLD is try'd in the Fire