for the frames Yielding such fruit as few have born but he Zealous for Heaven where he in Glory reigns so his Losses turn'd to be his Gains ¶ On Christ's Death MY God my God turn not to night my day Shall Mans black Crimes be Darts my heart to slay Must my dear blood on sinful dust be spilt To pay his debt and wash away his guilt My God my God why hast thou forsaken me Must I come from a Diadem to Death Leaving my joys in sorrow spend my breath Must I that am coequal with the Father Be crucifi'd that man may comfort gather My God my God c. I that e're now was cloath'd in state of Glory Am now in Rags of Flesh to tell my story I that fill ev'ry place in spight of danger Yet I in fear was cradled in a Manager My God my God c. To Egypt I compelled was to fly I am the Life yet I my self must die I am the sole Dictator of the Law Yet must be subject now and stand in aw My God my God c. 'T was I that both the Earth and Heavens made But working now at Joseph's homely trade Children of men I have ye ost exempted Can binde the Devils yet must I be tempted My God my God c. I made the World of Nothing Man of Dust Yet I have hungred and have been athirst I am become Life to the Lunatick If God can die Nature may well be sick My God my God c. Must I that keep the Keys of Death and Hell Pay visits now where griefs and terrours dwell Must Kings be made the subjects of their scorns And wear instead of Stars a Crown of Thorns My God my God c. My Senses all extreamly are agriev'd My eyes beholding whom I have reliev'd Mine ears with hearing lewd blasphemous Taunts Instead of Hallelujahs sung by Saints My God my God c. Smelling I finde my nostrils streight grow full O' th' evil scent of some corrupted skull My Taste is chang'd with Liquor like my Thrall Sower and bitter Vinegar and Gall. My God my God c. My Feeling with the Spear that pierc'd my side That man might live I thus was crucifi'd At length my Father heard me bad me die But nothing fear sor he himself stood by ¶ An Hymn By St. Ambrose and St. Augustine OUr tongues O God thy praise record We thee consess our Soveraign Lord. To thee Eternal Father all Who dwell on Earth do prostrate fall To thee the Angels at all hours To thee the Heavens and heav'nly powers To thee with voice incessantly The Seraphins and Cherubs cry Thou Holy Holy Holy one Of Sabbath Lord and God alone Fill'd is the Earth the Heavens the Skie With glory of thy Majesty The bless'd Apostles glorious Quire The Prophets whom thou didst inspire And all the White-rob'd Martyrs sing Eternal praise to thee their King The holy Church does loudly sound Thy blessed Name throughout the ronnd Of the whole Earth confessing thee Father of boundless Majestie The same is dutifully done To thy sole Venerable Son And to the Holy Ghost that arms The Soul with consolating Charms Thou Christ hast Kingly Glories won Thy Father 's dear Eternal Son Thou man to free from endless pain A Virgins womb didst nor disdain That death subduing didst unlock Heav'ns Realms unto thy faithful Flock On God's right hand thou fit'st as bright As in thy Father's radiant light Our Judge to come thou art esteem'd Thy servants therefore help redeem'd With thy most precious blood and make Us with thy Saints of Bliss partake Lord save thy people in distress Thy Heritage vouchsase to bless Rule and exalt them without end Our dayly blessings thee attend Thy glorious Name we magnifie From age to age eternally This day sweet Lord we now are in Preserve us from committ'ng sin Have mercy on us Lord efface Our sins with thy Coelestial grace Let mercy on us Lord be seen As in thy self our hopes have been Lord I have fix'd my hopes on thee Then let me ne're confounded be ¶ On Christ's Cross. CAn we spell Chris-cross row and yet not read That Christ for us was dead How he himself did humble unto death Loosing his life to give us breath But now he shines in the Coelestial Frame And hath receiv'd a Name To which all knees shall bow and tongues shall say This is the Lord we must obey He that doth disregard the Cross of Christ Of Happiness hath mist Destruction is his end his glory shame But happy he doth love the same I will not hate the Cross nor yet adore Any but he it bore I 'll not blaspheme the Cross because t was dy'd With his rich blood was crucifi'd Rich beyond price for when that blood was spilt It cleans'd a world of guilt It bought mankinde for when Christ's blood was flown As Lord he call'd us all his own Wherefore I will not worship any one But my dear Lord alone Take up my Cross and bear my Cross I will I 'll love it and embrace it still But to adore my Cross I will not dare All knees should that forbear In reverence to his Name all hearts shall bow With pious Zeal as mine does now Christ never wanted crosses scoffs and scorns His ways were strew'd with thorns Then may we judge by his most sacred birth He 's cross'd wants crosses here on Earth ¶ The Cross. Then let us count all things as loss And Dung compared with the Cross. This is the Figure of that Tree That bore the fruit of life for me The Emblem of Humility Express'd in him did on it die To it was nail'd the God of Life Who did in Love to end our Strife God had one Son who had no sin But all his Sons have crossed bin ¶ The Resurrection HE 's risen now behold the stone is gone Which late was rolled to inclose the Son Had the weak Jews so little wit or grace To trust to that when he fills ev'ry place Earth is his foot-stool yet he dwells on high Holy his Name himself 's Eternity ¶ The Ascention HOw nimbly and with what a quick ascent Heaven was scal'd by the Omnipotent But one days speedy journey surely then Sinners are sots that won't be happy men ¶ An Adoration to the Lord of the Sabbath BEhold we come dear Lord to thee And bow before thy Throne We come to offer on our knee Our Vows to thee alone Whate're we have whate're we are Thy bounty freely gave Thou didst us here in mercy spare And wilt hereafter save But oh can all our store afford No better gifts for thee Thus we confess thy Riches Lord And thus our Poverty 'T is not our tongue or knee can pay The mighty Debt we owe For more we should than we can say Far lower than we bow Come then my Soul bring all thy powers And grieve thou hast no more Bring ev'ry day thy choicest hours And thy great God adore
Manners but the ruine both of Precepts of Principles for vain Songs are Songs sung to the World lascivious Ballads are Songs sung to the Flesh and Satyrical Libels are Songs sung to the Devil onely Psalms Hymns and spiritual Songs making melody in the heart are Songs sung to the Lord. Spiritual Silence is a sweeter note than a loud especially if lewd Sonnet and the advice of St. James is both divine and wholsome Is any among you afflicted let him pray Is any merry let him sing Psalms I know it is a general humour in this Age to think no Verse good but what is scurrilous and profane nor do I promise Elegancy in my stile that being more proper for dramatick than divine Poesie Nay such is the looseness of this Age that many are of opinion that Divinity in verse is unpleasant to the ear and to the heart let such be convinced by the Psalms of David or the Song of his son Solomon Divine Verse hath these two operations it is pleasant and makes an impression in the memory of the Reader so true is that of the excellent Mr. Geo. Herbert Vniversity-Oratour of Cambridge A Verse may take him who a Sermon flies And turn delight into a Sacrifice As Affliction admits of Contemplation so Prosperity swells the Heart this Agur knew well and therefore prayed for a Mediocrity Some are of opinion that Solomon's wealth did him much more hurt than his wisdom did him good David's first ways were his best ways neither was he ever so good and tender as when he was hunted like a Partridge on the Mountains Indeed of Vespatian it is storied that he was made the better man by being made Emperour but he was too rare a bird to have his fellow Such is the incertainty of humane Affairs that a full Estate discovers a man as well as doth a low and empty one To know how to abound is as high a part of Grace as to know how to want God tries in a right-hand-way as well as in a left-hand-way Poverty endangers Grace much but Riches more To be great in the World is a great temptation it is a hard thing to carry a full Cup with an even hand Many when they grow rich in Temporals wax poor in Spirituals As their outward man increaseth so their inward man decayeth and as the flesh flourishes the spirit withers yet prosperous wickedness is accounted Vertue Dionysius after the spoil of an Idol-temple finding the winds favourable in his Navigation Lo said he how the Gods approve of Sacriledge So divers because they are prosperous are apt to believe themselves pious and that God must needs love them because the World doth but a painted face is no signe of a good Complexion And Seneca hath this saying The greatest unhappiness is to prosper in Impieties Adversity teacheth Humility and how to pray Prosperity leads to Pride Folly Vain-glory and all manner of Evils David in persecution and wars was a chast man when he came to take his ease he was caught in the snare of Adultery Who ever swam in such a Sea of Honour and Riches as Solomon and who sank so egregiously as he Such as stand upon slippery places slide ere they be aware and the higher the Pinacle is from whence they do descend the greater must be their precipitation But Godliness with contentment is great gain To conclude I end with that of St. Paul 1 Cor. 14. 15. I will with heart and understanding sing Praise to the Name of the eternal King From my Chamber in Ludgate S. S. THE PRAYER OF St. Thomas Aquinas WHICH He used to say before he went to study OUnspeakable Creator who from the treasure of thy Wisdom hast appointed three Hierarchies of Angels and placed them by a wonderful Order above the Heaven and hast most admirably distributed the parts of the World Thou which art called the true Fountain of Light of Wisdom and the Highest Being vouchsafe to pour down upon the darkness of my Understanding in the which I was born the double Beam of thy Brightness removing from me Darkness or the clouds of Sin and Ignorance Thou which makest eloquent the Tongues of men and givest the benefit of Utterance instruct my Tongue and pour into my Lips the grace of thy Blessing Give me quickness of Understanding capacity of Retaining judgment in Interpreting facility of Learning and copious Grace of Speaking Guide my going in direct my going forward and accomplish my going forth Teach me to instruct others in thy fear that they and I may sing Praises to thee and to the Lamb for evermore Amen A BRIEF Exhortation to Prayer Written by St. Chrysostome IT is very meet and profitable that we employ the time of our life in Prayer that thereby our hearts may continually receive the sweet dew of God's Grace of which all persons have no less need than Trees and Herbs have of refreshing waters for they cannot bring forth fruit except the roots be comforted with moisture and in like manner it is impossible for us to be replenished with beautiful fruits of Piety if our hearts be not refreshed by Prayer for which cause we ought to forsake our beds and prevent the Sun-rising in God's service The like we ought to do when we go to meat and at night when we take our rest yea it behoveth us at all times to offer some Ejaculation to God to the end we may continually retain him and his mercies in our mindes Tell me O my Soul how canst thou behold the Sun if thou dost not honour him that made thine eyes to behold that most beautiful Light How canst thou go to the Table to eat if thou dost not first honour him who giveth and furnisheth thee dayly with such great benefits How canst thou trust thy self in a dark and dismal night when discontents dreadful dreams and many dangers might assault thee if thou dost not defend thy self by Prayer and holy Meditations which are the watchful guards that allay and destroy the stratagems of wicked spirits that continually endeavour to surprize and to devour but if they see thee furnish'd with Prayer or divine Cogitations they presently retire even as wicked theeves when they see the Sword towards them Wherefore put you on the Armour of God that you may withstand the assaults of the Devil Dr. Thomas Cranmer Archbishop of Canterbury HIS Prayer for Wisdome Let my Prayer be set forth before thee as Incense and the lifting up of my hands as the Evening sacrifice O God of my fathers and Lord of mercies thou that hast made all things with thy Word and didst ordain man through thy Wisdom that he should have dominion over thy Creatures which thou hast made and that he should order the World according to Holiness and Righteousness and execute Judgment with an upright heart give me Wisdom which is ever about thy Seat and put me not out from among thy Children For I thy servant and son of thy
Sacred Writ we cleerly know That ev'ry man makes Vanity his show Preferment Pleasure Profit are the three That do compleat the Worldlings Trinity He dies a sinner as when he began At first to live So vain a thing is man Man Well may the Angels feet ne'r step aside When ye have God to be your glorious Guide How can ye wander or how can ye stray When ye are always in and with your way Your Conversations must be void of Strife When ye have God your Way your Truth Life Ang. Man was created in no less degree Than the bright Image of the Deity He above other Creatures well may boast As he 's the Temple of the Holy Ghost But how hath he that glorious form defac'd Defi'd his Maker and himself disgrac'd Retaining principles his Soul bereaves Making God's Temple seem a Den of Thieves How can Ingratitude sound louder than Yours to your God So vain a thing is man Man But if we do repent and pardon crave As God can smite so the same God can save Then bring us Hallelujahs from your Quier We 'll vie whose notes shall sweetest be and higher Both All Glory be to God on High And to the Holy Trinity As first it was is now and may When fading time shall want a day ¶ Of Mirth and Mourning IN midst of Mirth there sadness is And so in Grief there 's joy Whilst wealthy sinners faces smile Their hearts do feel annoy Carnal delights they are but vam And bring vexations too They sound like musick in a strain Whose discord ends in rue Thus to the Sensualist they play Left he prove dull and sad But when the Reckoning comes to pay It makes him downright mad So true is that of Solomon In laughter there is grief The end of mirth is heaviness And Hell the salse relief But he that 's truly penitent And doth his Tears impart They are to Angels straightway sent Rejoycing his own heart They are the solace of his Soul If bitter they appear His comforts then the sweeter are The sinner's Pearl's a Tear His Sighs and Groans if they are deep And threaten to destroy In peace he may lie down and sleep The fuller is his joy The beams of Consolation shine Into this house of grief His Soul in travel is at last Sweet Peace is his relief So that I truly may conclude He that doth mourn for Sin Doth weep for Joy a multitude Of Pleasure lies therein Those Christal Rivers that do flow So nâ—…er the Heav'nly King They their original do owe Unto a Weeping-spring One rich drop from a solid sigh Pure in a Christal-birth Is to be priz'd by far above Oceans of carnal Mirth ¶ On Ambition HOnour 's insatiate never satisfi'd Nor is the Beggar innocent from Pride The Labourer a Yeoman fain would be The Yeoman would a Gentleman's degree The Gentleman must worship'd be at Feast And to that end must be a Squire at least The swaggering Squire must needs be dub'd a Knight Then aims at Baron as his Title-right The Baron must be Lord to please his Girl If that won't do he must be made an Earl That done Ambition bids him still aspier Marquess in Heraldry is one step higher The Marquess then casts out his golden Hook With Cash and Crast till he becomes a Duke The Duke no arguments can him convince But that by merit he should be a Prince When Prince he elevates his foaring wing Flies to the Throne of a terrestrial King Yet there 's no rest so doth Ambition gull us He must be Caesar or he will be Nullus Caesar won't make him yet the World's Commander Wherefore he must be styl'd an Alexander And Alexander though the whole World's Rod Must be ador'd and worshipt as a God After his many wonders even then He sound himself to be as other men Base Pride eclipses those of high degree But before Honour is Humility Honour that Furnace which doth heat the blood Making men act things but profusely good Swelling Ambition makes a man its slave Till Death's sharp Dart doth post him to his grave But how in play first came this cheating Sin Adam would be a God so it came in Other sins fly from God and shun the chace This boldly flies in the Almighty's face All that the erring Children have to say Is this It was our Father led the way ¶ Spiritus Sanctus COme holy Spirit come and breathe Thy spicy Odours on the face Of our dull Region here beneathe And fill our Souls with thy sweet Grace Come and root out the poysonous Weeds That over-run and choak our lives And in our hearts plant thine own Seeds Whose quickning power our Spirit revives First plaâ—… the humble Violet there That dwells secure by being low Then let the Lily next appear And make us chast yet fruitful too But oh plant all the Vertues Lord And let the Metaphors alone Repeat once more that mighty Word Thou needst but say Let it be done We can alas nor be nor grow Unless thy powerful mercy please Thy hand must plant and water too Thy hand alone must give encrease Do then what thou alone canst do Do what to thee so easie is Conduct us through this World of woe And place us safe in thine own Bliss All Glory to the Sacred Three One Ever living Soveraign Lord As at the first still may he be Belov'd and prais'd fear'd and ador'd ¶ The Christian and a Worldling A Dialogue Wor. IS it not pleasant Christian to be great Chr. 'T is but a moral cheat Wor. Where lies the cheat when I receive the gold Chr. In crying sins untold Wor. Must I be wretched 'cause I'm growing rich Chr. Wealth is oft-times a Witch Wor. Amity with the World I never mist. Chr. That 's enmity with Christ. Wor. I cloath the naked I the hungry seed Chr. Those are good acts indeed Wor. My Purse for Alms flows like a Conduit pâ—…pe Chr. 'Cause ye the Widows gripe Wor. I fear my God and do my Neighbours love Chr. That men may well approve Wor. I relieve those that have in Perils been Chr. But only to be seen Wor. This do I do what is 't I should do more Chr. Give all unto the Poor Then may thy name be in the Christian-list And when thou' rt poor thy treasure is in Christ. ¶ On the Tree of Knowledge IN Paradise it was this Tree did grow Plac'd in the midst that man might thereby know It was the choicest Plant but Satan came And with his wiles beguiled Adam's Dame Taste Woman eat quoth he it doth descry Both Good and Evil eat and never die Forbear and perish herein lies the odds They that shall eat hereof shall be as Gods Is it not pleasant were it understood You 'd eat and say it is no common Food It is an Oyntment for your blinded eyes First taste then eat this Fruit will make you wise Eve like a silly woman then began To bite that Bait
providence doth think it fit To hit the mark sometimes by missing it Let me not now appear so idly rude To pay my God with my Ingratitude And give my thanks to Fortune as if she Were Governess of my Tranquillity But if my thanks may make a recompence I 'll pay them to the eye of Providence Narrow was my escape be it my charge That therefore I my thankfulness inlarge Lest my ingratitude should justly cause That since this Arrow seemingly did pause By touching of my hat but miss'd my head The next may pierce my heart and strike me dead The ancient Romans did this Law contrive Ingrateful ones should be devour'd alive He that receiv'd and thankfulness would want Was cast whilst living to the Cormorant Lycurgus made no Law to punish such Thinking no wretch could dare to sin so much ¶ On Disturb'd Devotion THis morning Lord I visited my friend But ill came of that good I did intend Unhappy I that then should finde the way When he to his apartment went to pray If I 'm uncapable my self to build Shall I snatch Tools from him is thorow skill'd Certainly better far more pious 't were And Christian-like to joyn with him in Prayer But now how shall I study an amends That as before we may continue friends Lord what he wanted if it be thy will Be pleas'd to grant for he 's thy servant still Thou knowst for what he did intend to sue And my Petition for him 's doubly due That neither he nor I may loosers be Lord hear our Saviour both for him and me ¶ On Sin and Sorrow OUr Sin and Sorrow two Companions are Sin leads us in and Sorrow feeds the snare If our short moments merrily are spent Into eternal mournings we are sent He that won't weep while he may pardon have Hereafter may in vain for pity crave One bottle full of Tears thy sins may quell But a whole Cloud not quench the flames of Hell Then let the careless sinner laugh and scorn I 'll weep at present not for ever mourn Valleys of Tears do shew their cleansing skill And raise a sinner unto Sions hill But the fool's heart is in the house of mirth His Joy's his Sorrow and his Heaven Earth But he whose Cup is fill'd unto the brink With sin he shall in Seas of Sorrow sink Wherefore my Sins I 'll here in Sorrow steep And so weep now as not for ever weep ¶ On Mortality LOrd what a Shadow is the Life of man A nothing less than is a little span Just as a Bird when as it takes its flight From off the owners hand is out of sight Our present time is as a fading flower A flying minute or a running hour The time to come after the present's fled Uncertain is next Sun may see us dead Lord in this hour oh make me sure of thee Lest in the next I miss Felicitie ¶ On St. Peter's Enlargement WHen the good Angel brought Saint Peter out From Prison there was neither noise nor shout That should for joy awake the Iron-gate Yet of its own accord it open'd straight But see how all things in their duties vary He chang'd his Prison for the house of Mary Mother of John yet stood and knock'd at door Could not get in with ease got out before The Iron-gate obedience understood Yet he found opposition by the Wood. Easie the answer is There no man was The Gate to open or to guard the pass But as in course it usual was before A Portress was design'd to wait the door God would not shew his finger where the hand Of man impower'd was to bear command Lord should a wooden Obstacle increase Or be a bar unto our hopes of Peace An arm of flesh might set a â—…ter free Without those Miracles are wrought by thee But shou'dst thou leave usâ—… Lord do what we can We cry Alas Vain is the help of man To God alone all glory be ascrib'd Jaylors extort but God cannot be brib'd ¶ The Soul's Search LIke weeping Mary holy sorrow lays Wait for the Lord and seeks him divers ways And Saving Faith like wrestling Jacob finds Its Saviour out and firmly to him binds Like the devoted Spouse so fervent love Doth dwell with Christ not thinking to remove This brings the Soul to Pastures fresh and green And leads it to the Chamber of the Queen Hereafter Christ the blessed Soul doth bring To the Coelestial-chamber of the King So that to lodge with Christ and view his face Is the perfection of eternal Grace Lord oh my Soul doth love no other he I sought have found and thirst to dwell with thee ¶ On Prosperity IF wicked men in Gold and Silver shine Should I at their Prosperity repine When I indeed behold their spreading Eay And view their Quails methinks I 'm apt to say They happy are but 't is when I forget Their shining-sun doth with a twinkle set For when into God's Sanctuary I Once place my foot I easily descry That all the Blossoms of their splendid Glory Are as dull shadows meerly momentory The scum of Vanity a useless froth Blasted with one breath of Almighty wrath External Pleasures on which they rely Fill up the measures of their misery Like the deceitful Salute Joab gave To Amasa so all their great and brave Bespangled Honour mounts them up in Vice Only to cast them from a precipice Or like the Mule of Absalom doth bear Them to the Gallows and so leaves them there Like Jaels present in a lordly dish It seems to pleasure the luxurious wish But in the end when sensual Lusts prevail The dire conclusion shews a fatal nail And very frankly chalketh out the way For a sad Summons to the Judgment-day Thus their Prosperity doth first betray With tempting smiles and in conclusion slay As a poor Ox in fatning Pasture feeds To day the next he 's singled out and bleeds What envy will at Malefactors flie Because the day is fair wherein they die Why doth Iniquity in Glory flourish In Pastures large it only is to nourish Them for the slaughter Hear the sum of all Experience tells it Pride will have a fall For Mediocrity bent Agur's art He knew Prosperity doth swell the heart ¶ On Humility NOsce teipsum hard is to be learn'd A mans own faults are not with ease discern'd The faults of other men are writ in Text Easie to read when ours are not annext The eye that 's fixt on Natures choicest shelf Can all things see yet not behold it self Presumptuous Confidence goes bleeding home When humble Fear triumphantly doth come Great Alexander would be deifi'd Confess'd himself a man his blood espi'd The humble man within another minds All things are excellent but when he finds He doth decline in Vertue noble Elf He is the first that shall condemn himself His eyes are full of his continual want Sees others worth and grieves himself is scant When he hath but a mite of his deserts Others he
his own teeth doth dig his Grave Who loves his Humour to fulfil His Humour is himself to kill Who doth aspire be great and tall Should carefully beware a fall Who with good works delights to dwell Sails fair for Heaven far from Hell ¶ On Age. THe Painter's Pencil sure must go astray In painting to the life a lump of Clay Who does but seem to live dies every day How can he lively paint a man that hath The cold effigies in his face of Death ¶ On Man and Wife SIlence and Patience are the Twins that make Concord 'twixt Couples never to forsake A Husband good in Words ought to be wise In Conversation wary hating lies Careful Provision ought he to provide In ordering circumspect a careful Guide A Father Master and a Friend beside The good Wife when abroad she should be grave Discreet in governing at home and have Patience to bridle Passions when they move Learning her Husband to obey and love Kinde to her Neighbours courteous unto all Careful of Children be they great or small But chiefly herein there should be no flaws She should her Husband fear and he the Laws ¶ The free Prisoner WHat though a Prisoner I am now Time doth allow Instead of liberty to walk To write or talk What though 〈◊〉 make me sicken They do me quicken My body in confinement lies But my Soul flies What though by nature I am dumb Then I be â—…ome A silent sinner and my tongue Doth no man wrong Or what although I loose my sight Yes if the light Of Divine Graces shine in me My Soul can see Let sorrows come when God thinks best They are my Rest For in afflictions 't is my Psalm The Bruise 〈◊〉 Balm If I 'm afflicted in this World I am but huâ—…'d â—…o Heaven where all pleasures stand At God's right hand Th' afflictions of this world of care Cannot compare To those blest Mansions Christ hath wrought And dearly bought Dear may I say because his blood Is that choice flood That drowns my sorrows and my grief Gives me relief Thus all things work together for their good That have lov'd God and for his honour stood A Jayl's the centre of this Iron-age Yet not my Prison but mine Hermitage He that can boldly dare yet justly do Fortune 's his Subject and his Vassal too ¶ On Sunday THis is the day the Lord hath made Then let not Christians be afraid Laying aside all sin Rejoyce therein The clearest radiant day that shines Upon the Christians golden Mines God's holy Torch and Light That leads aright The day of our Consession The Ease of our Oppression The day of Peace and Rest Churches our Nest. A Light it is to all the Week A Summons to the Proud and Meek That says to Conscience Fie Ye go awry The day that pulleth man from Death And crowns his head with holy Wreath That guides him to his Grave Yet doth him save The Day of God so God of Days It is above my reach of praise God's with his free accord The Sabbaths Lord. It is the Day-book of a Saint A Spring for those that thirst or faint Nor can we say there 's one day Like to Sunday But we 'll such thoughts in silence smother Till we can finde out such another ¶ The Petition STand by me Lord when dangers STARE Keep from my Fruit such choaking TARE That on Confusion grounded ARE. Thou that from Bondage hast me BROUGHT And my deliverance hast ROUGHT 'T is thee that I will praise for OUGHT O Lord to evil make me CHILL Be thou my Rock and holy HILL So shall I need to fear no ILL ¶ Faith's Mystery WIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath O humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to thee Whom too much love bow'd low for me Down busie Sense Discourses die And all adore Faith's Mysterie Faith is my Skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth could not say O dear Memorial of that death Which still survives and gives us breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy my All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes increase And fill my Portion in thy Peace Come hidden life and that long day For which I languish come away ¶ On the Judgment GReat God that hast at thy command Both Leaden feet and Iron hand How shall I stand How can I look When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book Oh save me Lord I then shall say I do confess I went astray Thy Judgment stay O let thy Rod Chastise with mercy O my God O Christ my Saviour may it please Thee thy dear Father's wrath appease And making peace Then I alwaies Will strive to magnifie thy praise Some it is like may shew a Book So full of Blanks that when you look Thereon a Rook You 'll think that man That shews a Scrole with nothing on But so to do is highly vain For he that doth just Judgments rain Can see each stain Keeps just account How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount I am resolv'd when God doth call To hide not one but shew him all That wrought my fall But if my will Exceed my skill Lord do not kill ¶ On the Pharisee and the Publican TWo men into the Temple went to pray The one a Pharisee who thus did say I thank thee God I am no common man No unjust person As this Publican Twice in the week I fast from my excess And I give tythes of all that I possess The humble Publican at distance stood With head and eyes dejected as if food Or heavenly Manna then was to be found Carelessly scatter'd on the dusty ground But as in bitterness of Soul distrest He with his hand smote on his troubled breast Of his Petition this was the beginner O God be merciful to me a sinner The other shew'd rather than Zeal his pride But the poor Publican went justifi'd God doth delight the proud look to abase And on Humility bestows his grace ¶ To God the Father BEfore the closing of the day Creator we thee humbly pray That for thy wonted mercies sake Thou us into protection take May nothing in our mindes excite Vain dreams and fantoms of the night Our Enemy repress that so Our bodies no uncleanness know To Jesus from a Virgin sprung Be Glory given and Praises sung The like to God the Father be And holy Ghost eternallie ¶ To God the Son LEt others take their course And sing what Name they please Let Wealth or Beauty be their theam Such empty sounds as these I never will admire A lump of burnish'd Clay For though it shines it is but dust And shall to dust decay Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming Word That does my Life restore When I
our Cup was sweet but mix'd Here all is pure refin'd and fix'd All quintessence of Joy Hear'st thou my Soul what glorious things The Church of Heav'n in triumph brings Of their bless'd life above Chear thy faint hopes and bid them live All these thy God to thee will give If thou embrace his love Great God of rich rewards who thus Hast crown'd thy Saints and wilt crown us As both to thee belong O may we both together sing Eternal praise to thee our King In one eternal Song ¶ On Greatness and Goodness GReatness is with a strong desire affected And often sought with hazard cost and pain Goodness of greater worth is less respected Priz'd as a thing both needless is and vain Greatness aspires and sets it self on high While Goodness walks below with humble pace The first is follow'd with an Eagle's eye The last is thought unworthy of the Chace But Greatness seeks that which is transitory And Goodness aims at Grace which leads to Glory Lord let thy Grace my mundane thoughts defeat That I may study to be Good not Great ¶ The Soul's Yearnings MY Soul pants towards thee My God Fountain of Light and Life Flesh strives with me Conclude the strife That so in blessed peace I may Unclay My Spirit that done swiftly take My flight to thy refreshing Spring Where for thy sake Who art my King I may wash all my griefs away That day And conquer Sin and Death Thou great Triumpher o're the Grave Whose life and breath Was spent to save A wretched World make me be stil'd Thy Child And grant that when I die And leave this World that then my Soul Above the Skie Thou wilt enroul That in thy arms for ever I Even unto Eternity May lie ¶ The Divine Inquest TEll me you bright Stars that shine Round about the Lambs high Throne How though bodies once like mine How you are thus glorious grown Heark with one voice they reply This was all our happy skill We on Jesus fix'd our eye And his em'nent followers still As we clearly saw their mind Set and rul'd we order'd ours Both this state alone design'd Up towards this strain'd all our pow'rs Taught by Temp'rance we abstain'd From all less for greater goods Slighting little drops we gain'd Full and sweet and lasting floods Arm'd with Fortitude we bare Lesser evils worse do flie Mortal Death we durst out-dare Rather than for ever die Justice we observ'd by giving Ev'ry one their utmost due That in peace and order living All might freely Heav'n pursue Prudence govern'd all the rest Prudence made us still apply What was fittest what was best To advance great Charity On those golden wheels of Grace That Love 's fiery Chariot bear We arriv'd at this bright place Follow us and never fear O sure Truth O bless'd Attesters O that all the World may prove Of both these such strong digesters That both these may feed their love Him who made us all for this Him who made himself our way Him who leads us unto Bliss May all praise and all obey ¶ The Sinners Tears SHed forth apace and make a Bath To cure my Soul of sin Haste out for God a bottle hath To keep ye in Every Tear is worth a Crown It lifts the Soul to Heav'n Supports the same from sinking down To filthy Leav'n They 're comfort to the Heart they 're case Embassadors to God To beg he may his wrath appease And spare his Rod. They 're holy Messengers of Saints Sent to him to impart They 're godly sorrows each Tear paints Their grief of heart Then flow amain and weep those fords Or little Rivers dry And when I 've vented all my hords Then I Will groan because no longer cry And die That I may live eternally ¶ On St. John's day TO day Let 's sing Joy to the friend of Heaven's King He in his bosom lay Secur'd the Keys Of his profound and hidden Mysteries Those to the World dispensed by his hand Did make it stand In admiration to behold that light Happily came From the Throne of the Lamb And to invite Our sinful eyes which nothing else could see But Fire and Sword Hunger and Miserie Anticipating by their ravish'd sight The beauty of Coelestial delight Great Lord of all O hear me when I pray That when my heap of Clay Shall fall away O let thy gracious hand support me up That on the Lambs rich Viand I may supâ—… And that in this last supper I May with thy friend in thy rich bosom lie For ever to eternitie ¶ Acknowledgements MY God had I my breath from thee This hour to speak and sing And shall my voice and shall my song Praise any but their King My God had I my Soul from thee This pow'r to judge and chuse And shall my Brain and shall my Will Their best to thee resuse Alas not this alone or that Hast thou bestow'd on me But all I have and all I hope I have and hope from thee And more I have and more I hope Than I can speak or think Thy blessings first refresh then fill Then overflow the brink Glory to thee Immortal God O great Co-equal Three As at the first beginning was May now and ever be ¶ The Wish OH that I once were in that City Where Hallelujah is the Ditty Where Contemplation is the Diet Sure that 's the place where man is quiet Oh that I once were in that Court Where all good Spirits do resort Where Love and Joy and Grace abound Sure that 's the place where man is crown'd Oh that I once could sly the wav From my unfurnish'd house of Clay For should my Landiord sue for Rent Too late it would be to repent But sighs and tears will pay my score He 's merciful and asks no more Then whilst thy Fountain hath one Tear to yield Weep oh my Soul and to th' Elizium field Swim in a River of Repentant Tears Thy Rent is paid and thou art freed from fears ¶ The Caution OPen thine eyes my Soul and see Once more the light returns to thee Look round about and chuse thy way Thou meanst to travel o're to day Think on the dangers thou mayst meet And always watch thy sliding feet Think where thou once hast fall'n before Observe the place and sin no more Think on the helps thy God bestows Contrive to steer thy life by those Think on the sweets thy Soul doth feel When thou dost well and do so still Think on those pains that shall torment Those sinners bold that neâ—…e repent Think on the joys that wait above To crown the head of holy Love Think what at last will be thy part If thou go'st on where now thou art See Life and Death set thee to chuse One thou must take and one refuse O Lord be thou my perfect Guide So shall I never step aside Still make me walk still make me tend Be thee my way to thee my end All Glory to the
sacred Three One undivided Deity As it hath been in Ages gone May now and ever still be done ¶ Of Life AN humane life is but a Play of Passion What is man's Mirth but Musick of Division Our Mothers Wombs the Tyring-houses be To deck us up for Time's short Tragedie The World 's the Stage Heav'n the Spectator is To sit and judge who'ts doth act amiss The Clouds that shade us from the scorching Sun Are but drawn Curtains till the Play be done ¶ The Power of Prayer THe Sun by Pray'r did cease his course and staid The hungry Lions sawn'd upon their Prey A Walled passage through the Sea it made From furious fire it banish'd heat away It shut the Heav'ns three years from giving Rain It open'd Heav'ns and show'rs pour'd down again O may our Pray'rs dear Lord approach to thee Petitions hear and then propitious be Teach us to praise thy Name with one accord That we may sing due praise to thee O Lord. ¶ God and Caesar. Render to Caesar and to God c. 'T Is God's command we should be just why then Let 's not wrong him giving his right to men Honour to God it is our due to render And Caesar's due we justly ought to tender To both we stand indebted all we have Must Caesar's be if Caesar please to crave What matter is it wherein lies the odds We all are Caesar's Caesar's all is Gods ¶ Gabriel and Mary THe Salutation which the Angel brings Imports that joys come and depart with wings Gab. Hail blessed Mary never cast thy mind To trace the passage of this pleasing wind Mary What voice is this that calls me blessed when Gab. Stay wandring thoughts 't is I thou' rt bless'd agen Blessed of women Mary Oh I faint I die Gab. Eternally thou liv'st Again 't is I God hath thee favour'd so as to entomb A blessed Saviour in thy blessed Womb. Mary How shall this be alas my Lord how can I bear a Childe that never knew a man But am a Virgin pure Gab. Farther attend Of his Dominions there shall be no end Thou shalt be shadow'd by the Holy One And what thou bearest shall be call'd his Son Mary Then Lord behold thy Hand-maid let it be As thou hast said All shall be bless'd in me That Angels may rejoyce and Men may sue That Devils may believe and tremble too ¶ Judeth's Prayer THus lowly on my face with Sack-cloath spread To God on high with Ashes on my head I come to pay my Vows to him alone The Lord God of my Father Simeon Who with his Sword became a just Revenger On a Virginity polluting stranger O Lord my God I pray thee bow thine ears Unto my Pray'rs accompani'd with tears The Widow of Manasses lifts her voice Let all that put their trust in thee rejoyce Behold O God though Enemies may smile An Israelite in whom there is no guile To thee I trust Experience teacheth well They 're not all Israel are of Israel Th' Assyrians do multiply each hour With Horse and man they glory in their pow'r They trust in Shield in Spear in Bowe and Sling Not knowing thee the Lord whose breath can bring Destruction to them all and lay their Fame In Ashes God the Lord it is thy Name Gird me with strength unto the Battel Lord Teach me to manage Holofernes Sword Turn thou its edge until at thy command Thy servant Judeth take it in her hand Then be my Battel-ax for Lord with thee I 'll Kingdoms ruine and make Nations flee The Horse-man and his Rider shall no more Isr'el defie their Captains shall adore 〈◊〉 no longer for thy Rod Shall make them understand that thou art God I though a widow have conceiv'd a pow'r But my designes lie harbour'd in a Bower Of pleasing fancies for O Lord at length I must to thee for Judgment and for Strength Let my deceitful lips finde craft to smite Th' Assyrian Prince and those in him delight Bring down their pride that they may understand Thou canst work wonders by a womans hand For Lord thy power is not bound by scope Thou sav'st in dangers when there is no hope And in thy Name I 'll go and dare to do That those Thy Foes Shall fear and tremble too ¶ Judeth and Holofernes Hol. BE of good comfort woman let not fear Presume to have an habitation here I never injur'd any man or thing That willing was to serve the Earth's chief King What now is hapned to thy people they By their perverseness have hewn out the way But fairest of your Country let me know Whither your wandring Beauty means to go And why thou fledst to us leaving those whom Dame Nature hath commanded from thy Womb Thy name in golden Letters to entomb Jud. Receive the Cause thy Hand-maid shall relate Who will resolve in truth the same to state Follow the way thy servant shall direct And God will thee undoubtedly respect As lives Nebuchodonozor thy King Who sent thee to support each living thing Man shall obedience pay to thee and all The Beasts Fowls of the Air and Cattel shall Live under thy command for we have hear'd Thy wisdome makes thine Enemies afeard Most true it is a Sword is not the Rod Can scourge our Nation till against their God They sin Now Death hath got the upper hand Their Meat and Water fail they 're at a stand What to do next and do resolve to cause Some things to be consumed which the Laws Of God have held unlawful Tenths or Oyl Which was once for the Priests is now for spoil A License from the Senate they expect As if that Cloak can cover their neglect Now when 't is brought they 'll doat without delay And Justice shall condemn them that same day And I thine Hand-maid knowing this am fled To work such wonders with thee when they 're spread Those that shall hear shall stand astonished Thy servant serveth God both day and night And is religious trusting in his might Let then thine Hand-maid to the Valley go And pray to God then shall she surely know The time that they intend to act their sin And consequently when thou may'st begin To seize upon Judea for thine own And make their great ones to become as none And it shall come to pass that there shall be Not one shall dare to lift his hand to thee Thus will I lead thee through the midst of them Until thou com'st before Jerusalem And in the midst thereof thy Throne shall stand And give to Nations far and neer command Hol. God's strength be with thee sure he sent thee here T' encourage us and put our foes in fear Your Beauty and your wisdome do conspire The World should Judeth's vertuous name admire Proceed fair Lady surely if thou do As thou hast spoken then will I be true To thee and to thy God and thou shalt dwell With Nebuchodonozor We will tell The Nations how thy Vertues do excel Here 's
chance He call'd her his Sweet Sister Temperance When at her Table she sate down to eat She seldom us'd more than one sort of meat And did in Temperance so much delight She ever rose up with an appetite Nature is with a little satisfi'd Ebriety and Gluttony have tri'd And conquer'd many who to Death did dance One of the spirits fruits is Temperance ¶ On Persecution AS the poor Sheep is to the slaughter led In all humility and free from dread So all God's people may be said to be As Sheep the Emblems of Humility They harmless are and profitable too Obedient to their Shepherd in a crew Led into Folds and Pastures where as strangers They are obnoxious to many dangers Wolves Bryars Thieves Dogs Plagues both great and small But God their Shepherd rids them out of all Many desire the number may increase Of God's good Sheep but 't is a golden Fleece Which they desire to wear However they Most happy are that follow him their way Excellent things the Church of God hath won She 's like a woman cloathed with the Sun Crowned with Stars treading upon the Moon Yet travelling in Birth at night and noon The Dragon in pursuit of her and hers But under God they still ride Conquerers He that would be an Israelite indeed Must arm himself compleatly taking heed Of all assaults all persons places times Guard his own vertue resist others crimes Elias spoke against the craft of sin Then Ahab's hate against him did begin Isaiah as we read was sawn in two It was Manasses pleasure so to do And Jeremiah he was ston'd to please The cruel humour of Tahaphanes Stephen was stoned of the Jews and John Beheaded was Herod would have him gone Ignatius to the Lions had his doom The Clergy likewise hated Chrysostom But Justin Martyr slights these things as dirt Sayâ—… Persecutors kill but cannot hurt Tertullian well observ'd the more they mow The Christians down they much the faster grow Large Volumes might be fill'd with the bright names Of sufferers by swords by stones and flames True saith St. Paul all that will shun the grave Of hellish fin shall persecution have Well may the Christian with his God comply In persecution Christ himself could die ¶ On Sleep DEath in the Scripture is compar'd to Sleep When Death approacher then with care we keep A schedule of our wealth so to dispose Of those Estates we then are forc'd to lose So when Sleep comes methinks my Ev'ning-prayer Is like the making of my Will my care Ought therefore to provide betimes for why There 's danger in a drowsie Lethargy In perfect memory and when awake I 'll leave my Soul to God for if he take Not charge of me and me in safety keep The Devil will attempt me in my sleep Though day and night he seeketh to devour He keeps his markets in the darkned hour I on my pillow do my sleep confirm Thus mans Vacation is the Devil 's Term. ¶ Blessings of the Righteous as they are recorded in Holy Writ HEarken unto the Lord thy God His Covenants observe So will he kindly spare his Rod And not afflict a Nerve Bless'd shalt thou in the City be Thy God will Blessings yield At home abroad at bed at board And likewise in the field Blessed shall be thy bodies fruit and that upon the ground The wicked be they loud or mute Shall neither of them wound Thy Cattel shall inrich thy store With increase of their Kine Thy Sheep shall still wax more and more Thy Grapes shall yield thee Wine Bless'd shall thy Store and Basket be Blessings shall thence accrew Comings and Goings shall agree To make thee blessed too The Lord shall smite thine Enemies And put them to disgrace The chiefest he will make to flie And that before thy face Thy foes one way shall thee attempt But flie before thee seven From Judgement none shall be exempt But as the Chaff be driven Thy Store-houses the Lord will bless And all thou tak'st in hand And give to thee a large increase Of plenty in the land The Lord as he himself hath sworn He will establish thee And farther to exalt thy horn His people ye shall be Keep thou the Lord's Commandements And all the Earth shall see That thou art great in innocence And stand in fear of thee The Lord he shall his treasures ope The Heav'ns shall give thee rain If head or hand with business cope It shall be for thy gain No discontent shall thee attend As free from grief or sorrow To many Nations thou shalt lend But have no need to borrow Blessed are they that in him trust He will them bless with speed For do they hunger do they thirst He is their help at need Blessed is he whose sin is hid He may with gladness smile Whose errours all are covered Whose Spirit hath no guile Blessed are they that now lament As being poor in Spirit For they are promis'd by the Lord His Kingdom to inherit Blessed are they that now do mourn Thinking their joys are fled For though as yet they seem forlorn They shall be comforted The meek are blessed too for they That love not strifes increase Shall on the Earth bear happy sway Delighting much in Peace The hungry too and they that thirst For Righteousness as meat They shall be fill'd when those accurst Shall nothing have to eat Bless'd be the merciful to those Whom they observe in pain For he that mercily bestows Shall mercy reap again Thrice blessed are the pure in heart Whose Souls and hands are free From vanity and wicked oaths For they their God shall see Bless'd the peace-makers are for they His children shall be call'd And he that loves and doth obey Shall never be enthrall'd Blessed are they for Righteousness Do persecution bear Their great reward none can express But Heav'n it lieth there Blessed are they that are revil'd Because they seek the Lord Be they at home or if exil'd His grace will strength afford Rejoyce and be exceeding glad For great is your reward The Prophets by such usage bad Did get into regard ¶ Curses of the Wicked HE that doth hear the poor mans cry Shall never fare the worse But whoso turneth back his eye Shall never want a curse He that himself hath others curst His servant curseth him The blessings of his flowing Purse Shall him to ruine swim He that bla phemeth God his Lord Ought to be ston'd to death And cursed be that man abhorr'd Serves other God beneath Cursed be he that setteth light By Father or by Mother The people shall him dayly slight And none his Curses smother Cursed be he that doth remove His Neighbours Land-mark then The people shall him curse none love But each one cry Amen Cursed be he that leads the blinde In an erroneous way The Lord for him will torments finde And be the blinde man's stay Cursed be he that doth pervert The window fatherless Or stranger from an
upright heart Curses shall him oppress Cursed thrice cursed shall he be Covers his Father's breast And that man curst shall be as he That lieth with a beast Curs'd let him be with Sister lies Oâ—… Mother though in Law Such fins do make those horrid cries That dreadful curses draw Cursed be he that secretly His silent Neighbour smites Murtherers too that cause to die When a reward invites The wicked shall be curs'd at home And likewise in the field His basket and his store at last Shall Blessings cease to yield Cursed be all his sinful fruit Of body and of land His Kine and Flock though they are mute And all he takes in hand Cursed be he when going out And when returning in That happy 't were for him no doubt If he had never been ¶ Praises to God Psal. 65. 1. Praise waiteth for thee O God in Zion PRaise the most high Oh clap your hands Praise him for he the world commands Praise him Mount Zion Praises sing Praise him that is your Cities King Praise him with loud and silent Air Praise ye the Lord that heareth Pray'r Praise him makes Morning hear his voice Praise him makes Evening to rejoyce Praise him that doth prepare our Corn Praise him all ye that are forlorn Praise him that duly sends us Rain Praise him for Fruits Herbs Flow'rs and Grain Praise him for his refreshing showers Praise him for recreating Bowers Praise him that doth our Pastures fill Praise and rejoyce each little Hill Praise him ye Birds and ev'ry Tree Praise him that did divide the Sea Praise him for Waters from the Fount Praise him for Grass grows on the Mount Praise him that gives and nothing ows Praise him with Sacrifice and Vows Praise him that form'd us in the Womb Praise him that guides us to our Tomb. Praise him that makes us blest in Heaven Praise him from whom all Food is given Praise him his holy Name adore Praise him O praise him more and more Praise God the Father of the just Praise him doth raise the Poor from dust Praise him that makes the barren bear Praise him with duty love and fear Praise ye the Lord for dayly Food Praise ye his Name for it is good Praise him who gives success in Wars Praise him who numbereth the Stars Praise him that builds Jerusalem Praise him whose Word is more than Jem Praise him that lifteth up the meek Praise him that doth support the Weak Praise him who doth the Ravens feed Praise him our meetly help at need Praise him doth cause his Winds to blow Praise him that makes the Waters flow Praise him in his Angelick Coasts Praise him all ye his mighty Hosts Praise ye his Name both Sun and Moon Praise him ye Lights that shine at noon Praise him ye Heavens never fade Praise him for ye by him were made Praise ye the Lord ye Dragons fell Praise him ye Deeps his wonders tell Praise him Fire Hail Vapour and Snow Praise him ye stormy Winds that blow Praise him ye Cedars Beasts o' th' field Praise him all things can Praises yield Praise him ye Kings of highest birth Praise him ye Judges of the Earth Praise him ye Rulers whom he rais'd Praise for he 's greatly to be prais'd Praise ye the Lord both great and small Praise him that did create us all Praise him within his holy Tower Praise him for his Almighty Power Praise him for what he to us gave Praise Jesus Christ that did us save Praise ye the Holy Spirit too Praise each with all Devotions due Praise all strive who shall praise the most Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost Praise each with pious Harmony Praise ye the blessed Trinity Praise ye the Lord with Trumpets sound Praise him that heal'd us with his wound Praise him with Harps loud Melody Praise him with Song and Psaltery Praise him with Timbrel let the Flute Praise him with Organ Pipe and Lute Praise him with instrumental String Praise him with Cymbals loudly sing Praise him with joy and skilful voice Praise with new Songs the chief and choice Praise him that is our Guide our Light Praise him because his Word is right Praise him whose works are done in truth Praise him that no injustice doth Praise him all people great and less Praise him that loveth Righteousness Praise him whose Goodness fills the Earth Praise him with Zeal and pious Mirth Praise him the Author is of days Praise him that gives us power to praise Praise him whose Word the Heavens made Praise him whose breath requir'd no aid Praise him that doth the Wind command Praise him that makes the Waters stand Praise him whom Sun and Moon obey Praise him doth Heaven's Scepter sway Praise him that doth the Heathen awe Praise him whose ev'ry Word 's a Law Praise him who doth from Heav'n behold Praise him ye Rich Poor Young and Old Praise him that fashions all our hearts Praise him alone doth heal our smarts Praise him that is the King of kings Praise him in grief that comfort brings Praise him that governs Sea and Coasts Praise him that is the Lord of Hosts Praise him who can the Lion tame Praise him that Mighty is by Name Praise him that guards us day and night Praise him the God of Peace and Fight Praise him that makes the stoutest yield Praise him that is our Help and Shield Praise him with both thy heart and mouth Praise him in Age in Strength and Youth Praise him who are with sorrows sad Praise that the humble may be glad Oh let the Nations all accord To praise and magnifie the Lord. Amen Amen ¶ Gloria in Altissimis Or the Angelical Anthem ANgels Saints and all men cry Glory be to God on high And that glory ne'er may cease Grant us Lord on earth thy peace When there 's good will towards men We shall praise and praise agen ¶ On Fatherly Affection AS in the street I walking cast my eye It was my chance two Children to espie Fighting together by aâ—…d by in hast The Father of the one who saw what past Stept in and suddenly without delay He parted both and took his Son away And lâ—…ke a Father careful of his Son Gave him correction for the sauâ—…t he 'd done The other Lad was left without a check Which made him strut and boast and stretch his neck Believing he had surely won the day Though both alike were equal in the fray I thought it hard that one should punish'd be And not the other he escaping free At last I guess'd 't was a Paternal care One to correct to teach him to beware For over him he a dominion had But was a stranger to the other Lad. So when the wicked sin the godly smart God in chasâ—…sing shews Paternal art He chastens whom he loves whilst wicked men Pursue their sins and act them o're agen The reason common sense cannot avo d Sinners are spar'd only to be destroy'd What need a whip for stubborn