Man store Like a Dear Friend Man sins the more Till in the end Or Mercies sins or sins do Mercies smother Yet thou' rt the FATHER still of mercies Father When through sins curse Such Rebels dye Thou dost yet nurse Their Progenie As th' Hen her Chickens so thou dost them gather Thus are all things conserved since the fall Both man and Beast The Raven 's fed The Lillie's drest Then put to Bed All 's kept in 'ts kind or Individuall How beauteous in its season is each thing Summer supplies What Winter spends When Autumn dies Such stock descends As may set up the next succeeding Spring Thy Providence makes Clouds feed th' Earth with Rain Th' Earth feed the Plant Plant th' Animal So there 's no want Nor wast at All. Then th' Earth with Vapours feeds the Clouds again By these the Marshes make the Mountains drink And liquid Seas At thy Commands Water by these The parched Lands Who but thy self should such a thing forethink Thou dost for ev'ry mouth provide a Meat For ev'ry meat A mouth provide Thy Board's full set On ev'ry side If ought do fall to th'ground that th' earth doth eat Father for All things thou dost well provide Thou didst Erect This fair Creation And dost project Its preservation And being the House-Keeper art the great House-Guide Thou serv'st Thy self of All. Ev'n Satans Brain Ripens thy Plot And his design When he thinks not Promoteth thine Thou mak'st that Black-smith forge his own dark chain Thou mak'st mans wrath praise thee And all his evil Thou turn'st to good In all mans Story Ev'n in mans blood Thou sav'st thy glory Goodness rules all in spight of man and Devil Yea such is Fathers care and Fathers skill When foolish man Led by that elf Doth all he can T' undo himself T' extract mans greatest good from such an ill So thou 'rt the FATHER still Thy new Creation Most sweetly shews Thy Father-hood My God renews Faln man to good By a new word through th' Spirits Incubation Adam comes forth but in a new Edition Gods bright Portraiture Is new imprest The Divine Nature On mans brest Clear from all treason and from all Misprision Father thou soak'st this Adament in blood Of thy first-born Mine heart I felt Did the impress scorn And would not melt Till that red Sea resolv'd it to a flood Father I heard thee beg the Rebels peace Rising betimes To ope thy doores For all my crimes My God implores Me to take pardon for my wickedness Then said I turn me O my Lord my God! And I will turn To bear thy yoak Mine heart doth burn That I it broke O my dear child I le run and burn my rod. Thus spake my father Pains o th' second birth Did pinch and grieve But Gods dear strength Did soon relieve And at the length His child bee'ng washt and drest my God makes mirth Nor doth mans elder brother grudg or grieve But sing and smile Angels do shout Heav'n rings the while Th' whole court throughout To see poor spend-thrift man return and live Man thus adopted and regenerate Searcheth his Fathers Lâ—st Testamâ—nt And thence man gathers H av'ns full â—nteâ—t For his inheritance and faâ—ur stâ—â—â— Thou prov'st thy self my FATHER all these waieâ— Now let thy Dove Teach me to fear To s ve and love Thee Father Dear Proving my self thy Child ev'n all my Dayes If you call on the FATHER passe the time of your sojourning herein fear 1 Pet. 1.17 SON O Let that Dove that sometimes did thee Crown With yellow Gold And silver Plumes Unto thy Poet Thee unfold That humbly by thy leave presumes To spread thy fame and scatter thy Renown Let thine Heroick Spirit guide my Verse If thou the thing Indite I 'le write Touching the King What my weak willing heart would fain reherse 'T was when Augustus Cesaer laid a Tax On all the Earth Grace call'd for Thee 'T was then thy Mother gave thee Birth That thou might'st set all Nations free Heavens fair Impression's stampt on Virgin Wax To us a Child is born grace gives a Son Heav'ns were too bold To say That they That King can hold Who now into a Manger crouds His Throne For since sin made man brutish like the Rest My God did lay The Bread of Life Come down from Heav'n ' mongst Oats and Hay That man might find his food as rise Yea find his Saviour whilst he seeks his Beast 'T is not the Cloth but Crown that shews the King A Cave's a Court If there Appear The Princes Port. Wise men what means your Star your sparkling thing Sure you can read by that Orientall light What is this stranger That makes his Bed In this poore Cottage Crib and Manger Hav'ng no where else to lay his Head 'T is Christ Earths Joy Hels Torment Heav'ns Delight Satan 't is Christ my Crown but Christ thy terror Bite if thou dare His heel I feel Is somewhat bare But thy bruis'd head shall ever rue thine error All wise men do but foolish sinners do not Lye prostrated Before this Babe Being lodg'd in such a poore straw-beds Nor to this new-born child cry Ab They 're so unwise their Masters crib they know not My Lord at eight daies old began to bleed For my disease To free Poore mee Not for 's own ease Surely this martyrs blood 's the Churches seed Then went he to his Temple with his Mother One Dove me thought That blessed maid Might then have spar'd that Lamb be'ng brought Before the Lord whose fleece if laid But rightly on the worlds whole sin might smother From thence my Lord posts into Egypts-land Have at thy head Black Prince For since Egypts dark bed Hath lodg'd this light what dungeon can withstand When Bethl'hem first gave Judahs Lion breath He boldly wades Through th' seav'n fold stream The Dragons country he invades On their own ground thus daring them Thence safe returning dwells at Nazareth Can any good come thence fair Nazarene Thou dwellest there Buâ— Lo The Snow Is not so cleare As thou canst make the Black-Moore sinner clean At twelve years old my Lord went thence to sit I' th' Temple which Ne'r shines so bright As when my Saviour doth enrich Its darkned windows with his light There sits the child to teach the Doctours wit The seav'ntieth week be'ng come the time foreset In Daniels book Foretold Of old My Saviour took Baptisme to him a type of 's bloody sweat Then was the water washt that scoures my dress My God my Christ Thou could'st not need For thine own sake a John Baptist But that thou mightest cleanse thy seed Thou' rt pleas'd thus to fulfill all righteousness Jordan's the cleaner Lord for washing thee Hath John indeed To be By thee Baptiz'd such need O my baptiz'd Redeemer Sprinkle me Christ thence ascending meets his own dear dove Descending while The bridegroomes friend The Baptist doth both see and smile Whose ears that heavenly voice attend O son
of all my pleasure all my love From Egypt call'd th' baptismall sea be'ng crost My Lord sets foot In hast On th' wast Heav'n drives him to 't To learn i th' desart how to seek the lost Now with the Lion doth the Lamb converse God sends his Child His hand to lay Upon these Beasts that are most wild Till he hath taught them to obey Tygres Wolves Leopards Beasts most fell and fierce My Lord 's sent thither sure to learn to tame Mans brutish heart More wild Less mild By dear bought art â—o turn the Savage sinner to a Lamb. The firie Serpent of the Wilderness Finding Christ there Doth spit and bite But th' Brazen Serpents hard and clear Scorning the tempters craft and spight The Bullet's batt'red but not the fortress Our Lord now learns to fast that we might feast And to be tempted That wee Might bee Thereby exempted Or succour'd so as still to have the best If thou be th' Christ this Stone to Bread convert Why foole the Stone Which thou wouldst move Is Bread already or there 's none My Lord was hungry for my love Yet hee 's the strength'ning Bread of poor mans heart Taking this Rock thence to a Mountain high Saith Satan See If thou Wilt bow And worship me Those Kingdoms all I 'le give thee instantly Why foole Must th' Son buy freedome of a slave Hark how thy Chain Doth clatter at Thine heel My Lord was born to raign An Universall Monarchs state To him long since Heav'ns Letters Pattents gave To th'Temples Pinacle the Churches Head Is hurried next Bee'ng there I heare Hell took a Text The Wolf by preaching would the Lamb preach dead Jump down 'T is written th'Angels shall thee catch Say th'Tempters lips And that he might Perswade my Lord to leap he skips Those words should set his Doctrine right Angels our wayes 't is not our Trespass watch Thy neck-verse found in reading dost thou Falter Yet seem to preach For thee Can be No Clergy Wretch Thus Haman sometime handsel'd his own halter The tempter bee'ng at last turn'd off the Ladder My Lord sits still Be'ng firmer stone Then th'wrestling-place the Pinacle From whence he threw bold Satan down Then th' Angels bring a Chariot from his Father This chosen vessell these temptations season Now he 'll begin To preach In each Place he comes in BELIEV'S his doctrine MIRACLES his reason Yet who makes USE for ev'ry tribe but one This great High Priest ' Mongst all doth get Whom very near his sacred breast As precious jewels he may set And of this twelve one's but a Bristow stone For his first proof Christ water turns to wine At th' marriage-feast O pure Sirs sure It may be guest You to your wedding did invite the Vine If this free vine doth yield so rich a store Who can express What plenty shall Flow from thy cross my God thy press When they have bruis'd thy clusters all May this Vines blood be my wine evermore Well done for th' first Canst do 't again Lord do it Convert my Verse To thine Own wine My water-terse Renew thy miracle upon thy Poet. Soon after to his temple goes my God His house of Pray'r Where th' sheep and dove Are sold as if there were a fair But where is innocence and love 'T is time Lord in thine house to use thy rod. Doth av'rice with thy temple make thus bold The next step hence That we Shall see This sinne commence The temple of thy body must be sold To seek the sun-shine comes a man by night Hav'ng seen the things My Lord had wrought Heav'ns mysteries my Lord forth brings But finds the teacher how untaught Night's most within but Christ turns all to light After this Fountain thirsting seek a well But finds a ditch Within With sinne All foul the which He searcheth first doth all her doings tell Then by revealing her himself reveal To be the Christ Samaria finds What blind Jerus'lem sought and mist Thou' rt Christ to all kindreds and kinds That by believing set to thee their seal Then say's Disciples Master eat we pray But he had got A meat To eat Which they knew not For he 'd gone eating working all the day Bee'ng thence return'd again to Galile A Noble man For 's dying son Begs a Reprieve of 's Soveraign The man beleev'd it should be done And what he first beleev'd did quickly see Happy that Son whom Gods Son quickeneth More noble sure He is For this Ev'n for his care Bee'ng thus by th' Prince of life repriev'd from death Then to Bethesda's Pool Salvations Well Carries a cure And gives't away The Jews this carriage can't endure But think Christ hurts the Sabath Day Whilst he poore man for whom 't was made doth heale Is there no cure my God for unbelief ' Mongst all thine art Doth there Appear None to impart To this disease a suitable relief My Lord invites five thousand to a feast No store of dishes Bee'ng drest or cook'd That by five loves and two small fishes Their unbelief might all be chok'd Whilst in their mouths their meat 's so much increast Yet â—â—e next day as if they 'd ne'r been fed These very men Do fret And whet Their teeth agen Not to feed on but to back-bite Heav'ns Bread After The man born blind to sight 's restor'd By paste of clay Surely I shou'd Have blinded seeing-eyes that way Bee'ng so far Lord from doing good Yet Jews in these new eyes can't see the Lord. Thou tak'st a living mon'ment from a grave Thy foes may see The dead Raised Yet they 'd kill thee Oh my deare Lord what sign would sinners have Devils are all cast out but unbelief Dead Palsies too Receive their cure But Oh Dead hearts what aileth you That you do more and more obdure Not miracles but blood must cure this grief Ah! My dear Lord the wither'd hand is heal'd And yet the hand Of faith Who hath Jews still withstand And after all to whom's thine arm reveal'd Feavers are quench'd yet fury burns amain Issues of blood Are stanched quite All evils but their spleen find good And th' bloody issues of their spite Oh! how Jews hate the good Samaritan Do Pharises wash oft Ah! they have need Leperds do clear But then These men The liv'ry wear Gebazi's curse is on them and their seed Who cures their Phrensies can't their rage allay They contradict The tongue that taught The dumb to speak yea when convict By the strang cures my Saviour wrought In Falling-sicknesses yet fall away Creeples get legs yet mans opinions halt Who thou shouldst be One while They smile Then lowre on thee But thou art still the same Lord where 's the fault For thy good works their heardned hearts do stone thee Sure it displeases That they have health And that thou carri'st their diseases Scatt'ring amongst thy poor the wealth My God ev'n of thine own how few do own thee Oh! how they daily carpe at righteousness
be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
Jonah-like Heav'ns sealed one Enters the deep But shall The Whale The grave him keep See Souldiers watch and Pilate seales the stone As Daniel's seal'd when cast into the Den Malitious Jewes Require a seale And watch which Pilate won't refuse Left some the Coffin'd Corps should steale They 'll keep the Sun from rising Crafty men Lo in a Garden stood the sealed Tomb. Adam the first Hav'ng bin For sin i th' Garden curst To th' Grave My Saviour thus fullfills the doom Then dawns that blessed light that ever since Makes one day shine More then six other For should six week-day lights combine One Lords-Day brightness would then smother With thee Thy Day Lord riseth and proves Prince That Day is now obscur'd wherein Christ slept That Day 's made bright In which That rich And orient light Quit that blind prison where he had been kept Surely that day 's the whole weeks Jubilee That day 's the best Which my dear Lord By ceasing from his labour blest Labour that cost more then a word Wherein redemption set the ransom'd free This first day finds more then the seaventh day lost Can supeâ—add And raise More praise Then th' other had So th' old Commandment is fullfill'd not crost That bids me celebrate what day of seaven God hath most blest And HIS doth call Such WAS the Jewish IS our rest We sowr'd Gods first works by our fall Till Christs last Passover purg'd out the leaven Was not Christs Buriall part of 's Humiliation His day of rest From that Dark state Shall 't not be blest Shall I less prize a new then old Creation Redemption is a making old things new Rouze Christians then Though dead before Let Lords-Dayes find you living men That with your Christ can rise and soare And for the Christian quit thy Sabbath Jew The first in sin runs first to th' Sepulcher Poor woman kind But Christ Is mist Oh! they can't find Their Lord though two of his Life guard appear The two bright pointers of that blessed Star His countenance Who h'd roll'd the stone Strikes keepers hearts at 's first advance As dead as what he sate upon Thieves were now Angels Christs attendants are Say th' women who shall roll the stone away 'T was done before Thus may I pray I find my score Quit to mine hand when I cry who shall pay Surely my surety did my debt discharge Lord else why should Thine Angell be Sent down t' unlock that prison-hold Wherein my Saviour lay for me My surety's free why may nâ—t I walk at large They would with Oyntments Odours pretious things Perfume his Prison But th' dead Was fled Their Sun was risen With sweeter balme with healing in his wings Mary the sinner Mary Magdalen Marcheth i th' van To th' Sepulcher But th' stone 's remov'd and so 's the man Shee missing her dear Saviour there To Iohn and Peter runs and comes agen These run a race the wager's precious truth But Iohn outran Alas He was The younger man Happy the man runs after Christ in youth Peter successour to his Masters Cross Whilest John keeps out Enters Christs Tombe Looks for his Christ but finds a clout And winding-sheet in Saviours Room But Christ is gone O blessed gainfull loss Mary th' old weeper stands without and cryes But stooping down Spies here And there The Grave cloaths thrown Which linnens scarce can serve to wipe her eyes Shee is still anxious turns her round and lo There the Gard'ner stood As shee conceiv'd Ev'n he that waters with his blood Each plant of his Thus Christ's receiv'd By the true seeker oft when 't thinks not so Sir if thou have borne him hence and 't was well guest Tell me saith shee Mary Lo I Ev'n I am he Ah! my dear Lord that word revives my heart Yet touch me not saith he I 'm not ascended But go thou rather And tell abroad Unto my Brethren to my Father And yours I go mine and your God So richly is the poorest Saint befriended How studious is my Lord that they should know And so partake Of this His Bliss That did forsake Him in his captive state and sufferings so Surely these men that fled then from their colours Might have expected Another kind Of message should have been directed From their now rising Lord but find Their sins in his Grave buri'd with his dolours No word of th' old uncomfortable story But say I 'm risen Let tears And fears Take up my prison Run tell my Brethren thou hast seen my Glory Also the Angell cries be not affraid Jesus you 'd have I know it well But think you David in a cave Or Davids Son must ever dwell Come see the place where your dear Lord was laid Women your Lord 's not here your Lord is risen Have you forgot Your Lords Own words Or have you not Seek you the Prince of life in this dead prison Run tell the rest and Peter Christ is gone Tow'rds Galilee As he did say With joy and feare away they flee All dapled like the time of day And as they march behold they see the SON O may my Lord thus evermore appear And shine upon Poor me When he Saith get thee gone And unto others of me tidings bear Oh blessed meeting Courtship and devotion All Haile saith he They bow t' his feet Light that forbids us courteous be Was then so dark Christ could not see 't That master taught his schollers no such notion Men 't is observ'd the rising sun adore Christ's risen now And bright Day light Beames from his brow Shall not all worship the Son of God much more The watch mean while bring news of all that 's done To th' Priests within Ev'n that Christ's risen Who seeing him past reach begin To plot how they this truth m' imprison Christs second Grave-stone is a silver one What potent pranks can mighty Mammon shew Powerfull pelf In'ts facts Out acts Ev'n pow'r it self Money can make truth falsehood falsehood true Money betrai'd my Lord to all these wrongs Now they 're devising To keep on foot Something to cloud this bright Suns-rising And 't is large money that must do 't This silver key must turn the souldiers tongues Souldiers are taught a sorry tale to tell Which should methinks Nere slip Their lip But that which chinks So sweetly can make all sound pretty well Say Whilst we keepers slept at th' Sepulcher 's Disciples came And stole him thence Which if the governour shall blame We 'll mediate and make your defence Now hear O Heavens and O Earth give eare Can'st thus O Isr'ell fool away thy Glory Is such a wise Fable Able To blind thine eyes Is this th' authentick yet received story Why souldiers if you slept at th' Sepulcher Whilst that vast stone Was rolling back Which may a Jew believe or none And some by stealth the corps did take I marvaile you could see what men they were Or if you saw the thieves why did you not
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
hue To dusty beauties bid adiew To dusty beauties that have marr'd your eyes Ah my dear God! that wit were wise It cuts mine heart to see much silken wit And snares and halters made of it Halters to th' owners snares to th'passers by How fast loose wit can wantons tie And stake them down till first the lover burns In heart and then in Hell by turns But say his Love be chast And shee a flow'r All 's next to nothing the next hour 'T is kill'd with kindness dies when complemented And soonest fades when 't is most sented Whose Muse doth dress his Mistriss hangs a Verse To day upon to morrows Herse Friends must be then call'd in to have away What wanton wit adores to day Skin-beauty's but a Sodom-apple just When crusht it turns to stench and dust The wanton world complains their Love is blind And I must needs be of their mind Whilst for such walking shades they cannot see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Yet thou art faire Beyond compare Had I a wit and had I grace I 'd bring My Saviour an enamel'd ring A ring whose Posie should be this alone Stars get ye gone the Sun hath shone Stars I mean glow-worms earthen beauties which i th' dark do sparkle in a ditch And fools mistake for Stars ill touch informs And proves them to be sillie worms But Lord my Muse unworthy is to bear The shoes that thy fair feet do wear Fairer for bee'ng so swift swift to shed blood Their own I mean to do me good How fair 's thy face then may I Lord one day Have leave to see though none can say How fair it is My dear the Sun 's a Clod To thy bright face fair Son of God! Wherein still fresh and fresh together growes With vallies Lillie Sharons Rose A rose that ne'r bare prickles of its own Yet sinners thorns did Saviour crown And shall I Love my Champion less for scars He gat in waging of my wars Thy bruises are but beauty spots my dear That make thy Love more fair appear Who loves for fleshly gloss and silken skin May find a Serpent oft within But thy deep wounds Lord prove thee that thou art All Lovely to thy very heart Beauty thus deep Will hold and keep Or is it Knowledg Learning Science art That takes the more ingenious heart Come bookish man and sit a while down here Till thou hast read my dearest dear What 's that that 's printed in his hands and feet The print is plain man dost not see 't A mystery that learned flesh and blood Never taught yet nor understood I h've sometime stood and wondred at the Owles How they should prove Minerva's Foules But since have learnt that learning 's blind as Love Till both be tutour'd from above Oh what a Dungeon is the mind of man Let Pallas paint it what she can Some would not be such fools but that they 're wise And might see better but for eyes Lord shall I Love to know and not know thee In whom all wisdoms treasures bee Great Magazine I whose wisdom's infinite Give me that Panoplie of light An Epictetus or an Antonine i th' dark may make a shift to shine But being by thy Sun-light understood Alas my God prove putrid wood Shall ventrous Students ev'ry Toads-head look For Pearls of knowledge And thy book Thy works lye by unlov'd unlook'd into Thy Pupills th' Angels don't so do But help their sight By Gospell-light Or do I Love for likeness Ah my dear Whose Image was 't I first did bear Whilst yet I stood in Primitive perfection Lord what was I but thy reflexion So like thee that thy self thou couldst not Love But Love me too Nor could I move Thy Love from me till I thy likeness lost Thine Image bee'ng sin-slur'd and crost But now I 'm hatefull grown and hating too Alas my God what shall I do To Love thee and to be belov'd of thee My Lord thy Love preventeth mee For since the ground of liking likeness is Rather then my poor Love thou'dst miss Since cursed sin made man unlike his maker God of mans likeness was partaker When sin to mans undoing had undone Gods Image God next sent his Son In likeness of poor sinfull flesh thereby Condemning sin i th' flesh to dye My God was hungry thirsty naked poor In fears in tears in sweat in gore Was tempted was betrai'd forsaken sold Was captivated kept in hold Was judg'd condemn'd was kill'd was buri'd then That he and I might rise agen In one Divine and sweet similitude And Love in likeness be renew'd And can I yet Thy Love forget Or do I Love for consanguinity For nearness and relation why For me Christ took and shed that Blood of his And do I ask how near he is My Lord is much more mine then I mine own My Lord was mine when I was none My Lord when I was lost and gone astray Was both my Shepheard and my Way Surely my Lord and I are near skin Ere since my Saviour was made SIN Forme and I made RIGHTEOVSNESS in him He is my head and I a limb He is the Vine and I the branch the root Whereof I am a slip or shoot Of my salvation he the captain is And I am a reprize of his He is my Father I his seed nay he In travaile of his soul bare me My brother too born for adversity The Joseph of the family He is my Maker yet mine husband too This Potter me his clay did wooe And rather then he 'd miss the match did make Him a clay-body for my sake Ev'n all men Love their own and shall I not Help Lord and I will knit the knot In full acceptance of thy free donation Clasp hearts and hands in sweet relation Lord thou art mine Make me more thine Or do I Love for suitable supplies To all my wants sure I want eyes Or I could not want Love my Lord to thee In whom all blessings treasur'd bee O that my drop into a Sea could swell Of Love to him in whom doth dwell All fullness as in bank or house of store Ev'n Grace and Bliss for evermore Thine bee'ng once asked if they would away O whither shall we go said they The words of life eternall Lord thou hast And that 's a stock can never wast Goodness is all contracted in thy face As Sun-beams in a burning-glass Oh that I lay in some directer line That I might burn whilst thou dost shine Am I a sinner thou' rt a propitiation I h've wrought confusion thou salvation I h've purchas'd death both for my self and thee But thou to life hast ransom'd mee As God thou seest as man thou feel'st my grief As both thou' rt suitable relief My Creditour and yet my Surety too Paying and pard'ning what I owe. Creatures are Cisterns leaking vessels they Cannot supply themselves one day And me much less My springs are all above My light my life Why not my Love
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to
phrase My mind out of blind ignorances cave The Son in servile form came down among 's Serving to purchase us command The Spirit fell in cloven tongues As who would lisp that we might understand Surely this Spirit of all Spirits fram'd That Book of Books my Bible dear A thing that 's all things can be nam'd Food physick treasures pleasures all are here A glass that shewes to ev'ry man his face A staff that helps the lame to walk A spur that makes him mend his pace A light that shews what and what not to balk A Book that makes the simple truly wise A Book that proves the wisest fools A Book that helps the Readers eyes A Book that baffles and befools the schools A Book whose ev'ry leafe whose ev'ry line Out shines the milky way as far As if Heav'ns light should all combine To darken and obscure one painted star A Book that told my story ere I was A Book that tels me what shall be When I 'm no more what doom shall pass On States on Churches Persons and on me This Book 's truths standard nay 't is truth it self So well's the Spirit here pourtrai'd This Book doth sanctifie the shelf The heart I mean where it 's sincerely laid Yet some by reason some by new found light Not only leave to question take But mend this Book and set it right By Tables of Errata's they would make So much is good and 't is Canonicall As to mans reason is commensur'd Gods light by mans must stand or fall And so the Sun by th' Sextons Clock is censur'd Methinks I love the Author for the Book The Book for th' Author much more love When op'ning into it I look My God I can't forget thy sweet spread-Dove The gentle wings I feel and hear the mourning Of that dear Turtle waiting still Upon my grieving and returning To bring an Olive-branch of peace i th' bill The lines I grant are not all of one colour Yet all make up mans doom and duty Some promise joy some threaten dolour Variety makes up the Turtleâ— beauty This Dove Bezaleel and Aholiab taught All curious works for th' Sanctuary But Scriptures are more finely wrought Shewing most art where they seem most to vary As when this one sweet Spirit is call'd seaven Perfection's meant in unity A Spirit filling Earth and Heaven That operates in all but diversly Some reckon seaven Suns to ev'ry week So many Moons to ev'ry year As shee turns th' whole face or half cheek And doth by turns first sit and then appear This Spirit makes in Sampson strength excell And in a Moses government And wisdom in a Daniel And all much more in Christ where 't dwelt unpent This Spirit doth transcribe the Gospell-story On th' fleshly tables of mine heart Christ's Cradle Cross his Grave his Glory All 's acted on that stage by th' Spirits art To his Birth answers my Regeneration Heart-Circumcision suits to his To 's Cross and Grave mortification And Grace and Hope to 's Rising and his Bliss And then as Christ makes intercession for us The Spirit in us intercedes With crying blood out Christ doth store us With sighes and groanes the Spirit in us pleads This Spirit is unbounded yet believers In earthen vessels this rich treasure Only receive as he delivers And he dispenseth each one but a measure This Spirit is eternalll never dies An unextinguishable fire Yet in mens hearts oft gasping cries Oh! if you quench me thus I shall expire This Spirit is a Dove yet to contest With Crowes and Vultures is he fain Whilst in his room mans wretched breast Doth lusts unclean wraths rapines entertain This Spirit is a Dove yet 's vexed often By foolish man that peevish wasp Whose heart nor Sun nor show'r can soften Man grieves him without whom he could not gasp This tender Spirit who but man would grieve If I my Comforter make sad Who only can sad hearts relieve Alas my God who then shall make me glad Grieve foolish heart be 't to thine own perplexing Be thou as melted wax in me That thou shouldst set this Dove avexing That sweetly seales redemption unto thee Give stubborn heart relent since for thy sake The Lamb of God not only blood But ev'n Gods turtle tears doth take Let thy repentance still help on the flood Melt stony heart till all becomes one river Dove do delight near ponds to dwell Groans are best musick to a griever Such is Gods Dove whose groanes thy duty tell Shew not thy self vexatious to a Dove That cannot grieve thee without grieving Ev'n Publicans yield love for love Quench not truths Spirit by thy unbelieving Afflict not this dear guide go not astray Nor look back from an holy life While th' Spirit saies this is the way Have salt in thee remember man Lots wife Check not this Spirits checks but let them bee Taken for kindness as they are His smitings reckon oyl to thee Say smits my rock my God and do not spare Grieve not this Holy Ghost by entertaining Such inmates as he cannot bear If bands of lusts thine heart be training What room for this sweet Spirit can be there Seek holyness seek peace make after Union Let Medication stir this fire Pray'r blow it up let sweet Communion Maintain it burning still and raise it higher Quench not the smallest spark in thy weak brother What flames are on that hearth of thine Boast not nor yet deny or smother Rather desire thou for to burn then shine Some care not for this Dove had they his feather A sorry bargin such would make Over a while such shall have neither Seek thou the Spirits gifts for graces sake Ware sinning against light and grace and love Know ev'ry of those sins that are done Directly against this dear Dove Comes near to that that never shall have pardon If we live in the SPIRIT Let us walk in the SPIRIT Gal. 5.25 FAITH FRom thee dear Dove Yet still in thine embraces To Faith Hope Love That Trinity of graces Now let me pass and succour so my Verses That I may express what my muse rehearses Faith I 'll begin With thee for thou wast th' first When bloody sin Had made me all accurst That shew'd th' avenger posting after me And bad me to some refuge-City flee Some men would make Faith and Repentance strive Who should place take But surely Faith 's the hive In which that busie Bee repentance makes Tears drop like honey from mans heart like wax For who can grieve For that which they believe not Who can believe Mans sinfull state and grieve not I did believe the law and so relented I did believe the Gospell and repented I did believe That God made all things good And then did grieve That I had brought a flood A flood of sins and so of miseries On all this brought a deluge on mine eyes I did believe That God took flesh lost blood So to relieve Me and to drown sins flood
thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness hâ—ve a worse â—hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r â—yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burnâ— Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speakâ— Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall Dâ—wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'â— Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Makâ—s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And yâ—â— let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too â—ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Addâ—r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid