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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81112	Euchodia. Or, A prayer-song; being sacred poems on the history of the birth and passion of our blessed Saviour, and several other choice texts of Scripture. In two parts. / By Daniel Cudmore, Gent.	Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.	1655 (1655)	Wing C7460; Thomason E1606_2; Thomason E1498_2; ESTC R208455	38,700	131

it Th' world 's future in a lesser volume writ 6. But ghess To what distress Was th' old world brought Beyond conceit or thought When void of Ark or Boat They saw just Noah's Ark afloat Ghess one upon a rock that snores While the wild Sea hath drown'd all neighb'ring shores Anon awaking casts his frighted eyes Upon a ship which scorns his cries Now looks each minute for some wave To waft him to his grave Such even was their fate When they too late Like Pharaoh's host Were lost And now what saving knowledge will dissever From serious thoughts that dropsie and this sever 7. Oh how Methinks I now See that day dawn Tombs split and graves to yawn Methinks I hear no noise But seems to accent forth that voice Some have let loose the Torrid Zone The skie 's one fiery element alone Th' earths veins and minerals run in one stream At th' heavens all-dissolving beam All waters as those that did drench Divine Elijah 's trench The fire doth seem to sup And swallow up What flames display The day Now let nor Daedalus trust to his wing Nor Gyges walk invisibly in 's Ring 8. This wee May all foresee Hear we not rumours Of war revenge and humours As if we would th' earth 's fall With flames of rage and lust forestal Some stars are fallen and long since That they were flashie Meteors convince The fixed stars seem Planets and God knows Meet in conjunction but t' oppose They who did pillars seem and props Prov'd Egypts reeds t' our hopes And if these are not signes How th' world declines I to just Zeal Appeal Our Gospels sun in darkness hath been urn'd And into blood the Moon our Church been turn'd 9. What men Should we be then How faithful we In measure and degree How watchful wise and wary He that comes will come and not tarry How ought we now to heav'n exhale Our timely sighs in a repentant gale How ought we now against this day of fears Gods bottle fill with mourning tears That in this day when air nor pool Shall not refresh nor cool When waters shall not drench And much less quench Nor ought refresh Our flesh We may be cheared by that North and South Which shall refresh our scorchings cool our drouth 10. Dread God This Period Cannot be far Though thou wilt send no star Before thee now as when Thou didst at first to those Wise-men Yet Wise-men now with eyes as steady View in the east thy star there fix'd already O send thy Spirit by a privie Session T' arraign and sentence each transgression Let 's now condemn our selves that we May then b' absolv'd by thee O let 's now for each fault Our hearts assault Our selves contemn Condemn Then shall that flame our joyful Bonefire be And that Trump sound our happie Jubilee On the death of that worthy ingenious GENTLEMAN John Ayshford Esq Who departed this life May 19. _____ 54. ANd art thou dead nor can Religion raise Thy body as immortal as thy praise Neither can quick'ning Vertue as a signe Thou lov'dst her chuse thy body for her shrine My grief 's too dull I ' d in a serious plea 'Twixt Grief and Reason melt into a Sea Come in a weeping cloud let 's mix our tears Till they through his drop as through Rispah's herse And as Romes Emperour by a remote Kinde of excess made ships in wine to float Let 's make our friends chest swim in pious Brine And riot more in tears then he in wine Could after-ages know thee with what flashes Of love and praise would Wit adore thy ashes How would they for thy sacred dust explore As greedily as some for golden Ore How would they seek thy bones as some of old Did Scanderbeg 's t' enamel them in gold All in remembrance that the time was when Thou liv'dst the Jewel and delight of men Youth could not wish society more sweet Nor graver age more solid and discreet As fervent in Religion as any Yet knew to difference 'twixt Zeal and Zany A Gentleman yet learned rich yet free Not out of lust but liberality Poor Truth hath lost a shoulder of support And innocence an arm for to retort Her injuries the poor the lame the dim Have lost a hand a foot an eye in him What can I more w' have lost by this remove A head of counsel and a heart of love Reader didst know how worth I need not borrow Terms to perswade thee then to raise thy sorrow But if thou knew'st him not or liv'dst remote I 'm sure th' hast cause to weep thou knew'st him not Sic flevit Daniel Cudmore FINIS

Ere night Sun-burnt so bright As thou by suff'ring neer The righteous Phoebus here Thus grew'st acquainted Thus Sainted He of thy shame partook thou of his glory Blest change beyond conceit or story Thy Cross each wise Invention Stiles thy Ascention 5. Laverna now No longer hath thy vow But he alone hath thy belief Whose inn'cence suffers with thee as a Thief This craft He thee hath taught To rob hell of her aim Though Death not of her claim Not to redeem esteem For thou giv'st Christ the praise thy self the shame Though Dismas doth blaspheme his name And ev'n in death pants His wicked taunts 6. Peace Satan's martyr Though Christ nor law nor charter Hath broke the Scriptures have not slumber'd Which have foretold that Christ must thus be number'd But if Th' hadst been no Thief Christ had t' appease their pride With Barabbas thus di'd In equipage Of rage But now thy theft 's in grain thou dost contract Blood to 't while thou approv'st their act And while thou shouldst condole Dost vex his soul 7. Didst never read Good thief lift up thy head With th' eye of faith look and condole The Brazen Serpent on you cursed pole The grief Thou wert a Thief Did wound his soul more fierce Then nail or spear can pierce How for thy deeds He bleeds His bloody sweat sweat through each gracious pore Claims but unfeigned tears no more His giving up the ghost But sighs at most 8. Thy Scripture's Lord Thy gracious Record That shining light which through the dark Directs us in our race unto that mark But this Thy passage is A circumstance more ample For precept then example We finde this one Alone Whose late repentance Christ in death vouchsaf'd Although thy wisdom hath me taught This Scene not to prorogue Till th' Epilogue On the Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Cnrist Matth. 28. 5 And the angel answered and said to the woman Fear not for I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified 6 He is not here for he is risen as he said Come see the place where the Lord lay 1. ARise my active soul and run Keep measure with you dancing Sun Who seems as weary of his Sphere As thou to be confined here Look how his sprightly beams do spark So David danc'd before the Ark. How he descends his Chariot he in this Worships Christ's rising as the Persian his 2. But why doth Phoebus mount his head So soon up from Aurora 's bed The tother night when we my soul Our Saviour 's Passion did condole The frighted Sun forsook our clime Two hours before his wonted time And therefore now the sooner gilds the heaven By two hours time to make his course up even 3. But how rid Satan and his Legions In triumph th'row th' infernal Regions The Sp'rits which Christ out-cast did come With Songs of triumph on his Tomb All mankinde was proscrib'd whom death Did in conceit to hell bequeath Oh how death gloried that all now was safe And hell in triumph wrote his Epitaph 4. How did the Devil Man upbraid That Christ so weakly was betraid And he who took not Angels seed But Abraham's fail'd in the deed And by that seed spurn'd to his grave Whom he in mercy came to save That now the God of life was dead this mirth Had balm to cure the wounds made by his birth 5. But Satan at the third days dawn Christ now hath re-assum'd his pawn Thoughtst thou on his t' insult as once Thou proudly didst for Moses bones Thy two days triumph 's like the story Of the Persian pris'ners glory So thought the Gazites Samson safe till day When he arose and bore the gates away 6. Descend damn'd sp'rits as you began Howl on The death of great God Pan At this Christ's conquest we may call Your ruine Satans second fall Come King of terrours yeeld thy trophies On Heroes Souldiers and Sophies Unto our Saviour for thou art undone Thy Triumph 's but an empty Skeleton 7. My soul that Christ was born nay di'd Did not so much quench Satan 's pride But when he rose this blessed morn Hell was confounded Death forlorn Were 't not for what this day brings forth The rest had lost that solemn worth Hence on this day let no foul spirit dare T' ascend the Regions of our earth or air 8. Lord as by thine I am assur'd My bodies rise shall be procur'd So let my soul feel 't here begin Her resurrection too from sin Lord 't is too much she 's thus confin'd But is she buried in this kinde Oh raise her up if thus thou please to do My heart my bodies Sun shall triumph too On the Ascension of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ Psal 24. 8. Lift up your heads O ye gates and be ye lift up ye everlasting doors and the King of glory shall come in 9. Who is the King of glory even the Lord of hosts he is the King of glory 1. YE blest immortals Divide your glorious portals Who not dilates The everlasting gates While that the King of glory mounts his throne Though by his own Here nor receiv'd nor known We rather worry The blessed Lamb of glory Your Wisdom knows him God's eternal Son 2. His work is ended Nought partial or suspended Blest Angels too He purchas'd hath for you A nature fix'd which seem'd before unfinish'd And of a worm Though here he took the form It since he di'd Is so much glorifi'd His Godhead 's neither clouded nor diminish'd 3. 'T is now no Shrine T' his Godhead more divine His glorious flesh He needs not now refresh With food or rest from hunger or from labour And if he here Shone on the mount so clear As if the Sun With rays his coat had spun How brighter shines he now than on mount Tabor 5. Since Christ so clear Shines in his Manhood's Sphere That at its graces Ye Angels hide your faces See in the Trinities transparent myrrour How he 's instal'd And in his robes impall'd How he 's renown'd And by his Father crown'd With gracious Majestie and awful terrour 5. At his return The Pearlie gates do burn Jerusalem Shines with each kinde of Gem The new Jerusalem with glory burnisht Nought here is built With superficial gilt But all in gold The Citie is inrol'd All thus against his blest Ascention furnisht 6. Of Precious stones Are her foundations Her Pearlie streets Do brandish beaming sheets Reflecting from the Lamb 's most glorious face Here 's constant noon No need of Sun or Moon Our glim'ring Globe Deck'd in his azur'd robe Here an Eclipse were to the lowest Grace 7. How are we blest That have so sweet a rest Got by the care Of such a Harbinger Who all things can command all consummate The way to heaven He hath made plain and even And what with thorns Was choak'd his grace adorns With rose-beds makes wide heav'ns narrow gate 8. As Olivet Some say retains as yet Thy foot