I th' eternal Shepherd daily watch My wel-fed lambs for fear Hels wolf should catch Or fright not being fearful to be bold My gentle flocks from their delightful fold I am beloved and mine own will own My sacred Name my voice is not unknown Unto my sheep they always will be all Firmly obedient to my cheerful call For which obedience they shall find reward Nay such a one as always shall accord To their desires thrice happy shall they be In truly calling and in owning me To be their Shepherd nothing can more please M'indulgent soul than such dear flocks as these I will preserve them and no wolf shall dare To seize upon them or presume to tear Their downy fleeces nothing shall be nearer Unto my heart and nothing shall be dearer In my affections for I will affect Even where and when I finde a true respect Sou. What strange contusions hath thy language bred Within my serious thoughts how hast thou fed My ears with flatteries but it is in vain Because my heart hath vow'd not to retain Thy sain'd expressions nothing shall remove My Love from God nor nothing make me love Thy wretched self then be content and cease To urge my mind or interrupt my Peace Go do thy worst and when that worst is done Sit down as wisely as thou hast begun Sat. Art thou resolv'd Well then let vengeance Upon thy cursed head be gon thou mite Nay less of goodness go make haste t' inherit light Those plagues that wait upon so damn'd a spirit Sou. May this be call d a farewell if it be The self same farewell must attend on thee I hate nay scorn to bid farewell to you 'T is charity enough to bid adieu The Souls Thankfulness and Request to God MOst gracious God I having lately felt The fervor of thy mercies needs must melt Into a thankfulness Ah should I be Ungrateful to so blest a God as thee 'T were pity ah 't were pity that the ayr Should give me breath or thy fierce hand forbear To through me headlong to the deep abyss Of speedy ruine where no comfort is Oh glorious Lord be pleased to inflame My heart with raptures to extol thy Name Alas I 'm weak and if thou shouldst deny Thy aid nothing could be more weak than I. If thou wilt help me I shall be so strong That nothing can prevail to do me wrong Lord I am blind oh therefore let thy light Expel those clouds that thus eclipse my sight Be thou my guid my strength my sight my way Or else being weak I shall or fall or stray Oh leave me not but as thou hast begun To shew me mercy let thy mercy run With my desires and grant that I may be A true forgetter of all things but thee And rather than I should forget thy call Oh let me have no memory at all Wean me oh wean me from this nursing earth Make it my sorrow and thy Throne my mirth Let every morning make me know and say Thy Lawes are Just or let me know no day Let every ev'ning make me take delight In thy commands or let me know no night Inspire my heart O God and make it glad Always in thee or make it always sad If thou afflict'st me make me understand Thou hast a storming and a calming hand If Poverty oppress me whilst I live Oh let thy mercy send me friends to give Or if thy goodness please to send me store Oh give me grace to think I may be poor It matters not O Lord how poor I be Vnto the World if I am rich to thee If I am hungry ô be thou my meat If I am weary ô be thou my seat Or if I feast O Lord be thou my guest If I am restless Lord be thou my rest If I am thirsty Lord be thou my spring If I am subject Lord be thou my King If I have Vertue make me dote upon her If Honourable be thou my Honor And if I cannot know that which I would Be pleas'd to make me know Lord what I should Then shall my ready lips express and show I know no more than thou wu'dst have me know My unty'd tongue shall evermore proclaim Th'attendant glories of thy sacred Name Divine Ejaculations 1. GReat God whose Scepter rules the Earth Distil thy fear into my heart That being rapt with holy mirth I may proclaim how good thou art Open my lips that I may sing Full praises to my God my King Ejaculation 2. Lord make the torments we endure The Symptomes of thy Love not wrath Thou art our Chiron we thy cure Our Crime 's our sores thy blood 's our bath O we are weak be thou as strong How long O Lord O Lord how long Ejaculation 3. Just Judge of Earth in whom we trust Make sharp thy sword and bend thy bow Consume the wicked save the Just For thou the Reins and heart dost know Then shall our tongues sing forth thy praise And praise thy justice all our days Ejaculat. 4. Lord teach us timely how to pray And give us patience to expect Thou hatest sin Oh guide our way Judge thou our Eoes The Just protect Then shall the wicked fall with shame And we will sing that love thy name Ejaculat. 5. Great Son of the eternal God To whom the world subjected lyes Break not but breed us with thy rod O we are foolish make us wise And if thy wrath begin to flame Wee 'l seek protection in thy Name Ejaculat 6. Lord if our enemies encrease And we invoke bow down thine ear Be thou our shield and make our peace And we will scorn what worldlings fear Great God of health great Lord of rest O make us thine and we are blest Ejaculat. 7. Thou righteous Hearer of Requests Make void the counsels of th'unjust Send peace into our trembling brests And fill our hearts with fear and trust If thou wilt make thy face to shine Let others joy in corn and wine Ejaculat. 8. Lord thou whose equal hand allays The poor mans grief whose help thou art Encline my heart to give thee praise And I will praise thee with my heart For sake me not for Lord I trust As men are cruel thou art just Ejaculat. 9. Lord crush my Lyon-hearted Foes Rout them that seek to ruine me Rise up O God forget not those Whose wrongs refer their cause to thee Or if the wicked must oppress Be thou not far from my distress Ejaculat. 10. Great God thy Garden is defac'd The Weeds do thrive thy Flowers decay O call to mind thy promise past Restore thou them cut these away Till then let not the weeds have power To starve or taint the poorest Flower Ejaculat. 11. Lord leave us not too long a space O view our griefs and hear our pray'r Clear thou our eyes unvail thy face Lest Foes presume and we despair Lord make thy mercy our repose And we will sing amidst thy Foes Ejaculat 12. Lord teach me to renown
thou abandon'd Love wilt thou imprint Thy Soul with baseness Ah what obvious flint Hath turn'd Affections edge what art thou bent To shoot at him that labours to prevent The Arrows of thy ruine which will fly Into thy brest except he puts them by Hast thou transform'd thy heart into a rock That will not move Shall mercy call and knock And thou not hear What hast thou arm'd thy heart With senseless marble that no flaming dart Of love can enter Hast thou vow'd to stand In opposition Cannot Gods Command Force thee to bow Art thou resolv'd to sport With thy destruction and not yield the Fort Oh yield betimes do not resolve to be Too much a slave to Infidelity For know frail wretch thy strength consists in clay When Mercy 's lost then Judgment finds the way Rally thy thoughts together and throw down Thy brazen walls thy yielding yields a Crown For 't is in vain to oppose an arm that can Out-grasp the measure of so small a span Alas Alas it may be quickly seen What a large disproportion is between Thy God and thee Consider he is all And thou art nothing what can be more small Or what more great for he is infinite And thou art finite He is full of light And thou of darkness He is fill'd with love And thou art stuff'd with baseness He 's a Dove And thou a Worm Thus thus thou mayst descry His firmness and thine own infirmity Then be not obstinate but strike the Sails Of thy desires to him that never fails And know 't is easie in an inch of time To take a worm ingarrison'd with slime For such a thing thou art and all thy power Must yield to Heavens assaults thy April shower Has no continuance therefore do not strive Against a God whose wisdom can contrive What pleases him Alas thy state is grounded Upon contingencies thou art compounded Of nothing but uncertainties thy Arm Assumes no power except it be to harm Thy wilful self Then why wilt thou contend With him that importunes to be thy friend Thy friend soul-saving word what higher bliss Can crown a heart than such a friend as this Oh life of Ravishment how can it be A God a worm and yet a Sympathie Strange condescention was the like e're known Or fpoke by any mouth except his own Hie balmy breath declares that he will save And succor those that faithfully do crave His blest assistance Hark and hear him say Ye that are heavy loaded come away Oh come to me I am content to bear Your burthens and extenuate your care What higher note of love was ever strain'd To any ear Oh how hath man obtain'd So great a friendship 'T is a happy lot Nay and a wonder not to be forgot And yet it is not strange that he should prove So true a Lover that 's compos'd of Love And can do nothing else If he correct 'T is for thy crimes he only has th' effect Of anger for his grieved spirit moans To punish Sinners and to hear their groans His Soul takes no delight to crush to death The offending pris'ners of th' inferior Earth He is the rich Exchequer of all good And is by nothing except man withstood All things perform what they were made to do But only man that strives to prove untrue To his Creator nothing can be found Within thy brest but that which is unsound How sad it is to hear th' Almighty say I 've nourish'd children that are gone astray And scorn to own me Oh rebellious dust That hate my paths because my ways are just The Ox will know his Owner and the Ass His Masters crib but Israel alas Will not acknowledge me but have destroy'd Themselves made their understanding void Has not my fury then just cause to swell Because they can do nothing but rebel Nefandous Creature how canst thou endure Thy wretched self Ah why wilt thou procure Thine own destructions shall all creatures be Obedient to their owners only thee And wilt thou not acknowledge him that gave Large blessings to thee and desires to save Thy Soul from torments if thou wouldst incline Thy will to his whose thoughts are all divine Forget obduracy and learn the Art Of loving him that loves an upright heart Go ruminate upon thy base estate And be unto thy self compassionate Yield to thy Maker with a cheerful brow First know what 't is to love and after how Love is the Laws fulfiller he that will Love God aright must practise how to fill His Soul with true affection for the ways Of Heav'n are pav'd with Love Immortal praise Attend his Courts he that forgets to love Forgets his God They that desire to prove Heav'ns amatorious Guests must first admire How such a spark as man came to aspire To such a flame and how he came to be Not only Earths but Heavens Epitomie Be serious then and let thy thoughts reflect Upon Heav'ns goodness and thy disrespect God out of Nothing except Love compil'd This spacious World as if some princely child Were to be born His providential care Was as it were ambitious to prepare The quintessence of pleasures to invite Some stately Guest to banquet with delight First he extracted from a darksom Cell A glorious Light whose beauty pleas'd him well Then he prepar'd a Canopy inlayd With glittring Pearl whose twinkling luster made A Heav nly shew and afterwards his hand Dasht back the waters from the naked Land Then he commanded that the Earth being come Out from the Oceans new delivered womb Should be adorn'd with an imbroidered Gown That so her new-warm'd bowels might abound With several fruits Thus having plaid his part Upon this Theatre this life of Art He usher'd in a thing which pleas'd him best He made the Feast and after made the Guest Call'd by the name of Man a naked small And dusty shiftless Creature this was all And all this nothing but a lump of death Until inspir'd by Heav'ns all-quickning breath Vain simple wretch ah how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judge so great so grave Hadst thou but seen thy self thou wouldst have cry'd Thy self to death and with a blush defy'd Thy base estate to think that thou should'st be Natures most base and rude Anatomie Couldst thou expect that Heav'n would entertain A thing so poor so weak so vile so vain Which like a spark blown from a new-made fire Can onely shew it self and then expire Was it for this the All-Creator made Such large provision Was 't for this he laid Such rich Foundations Was 't for this his Power Deckt this well-pleasing odoriferous Bower Was it for this this little world he form'd A world so great was it for this he warm'd The Earths chill bosom was 't for this he spent His six days Labor was 't for this intent He made a Paradise where Flora spred Her fragrant off-spring and made Earth a Bed Of rare compounded pleasures where he plac'd This new-come Guest whose
of men who dayly are betray'd By those insidious snares which Satan lay'd T' intrap their Souls Alas how void of care Is heedless man How subject to a snare But he whose more than superficial love Is always active lab'ring to improve Our hearts with thankfulness denies to let Our Souls be taken in th' eternal net Of unconceived misery and live In lasting death not having power to give The least of drops unto our howling tongues But suck the Flames until our sulphurous lungs Crackle and belch forth brimstone till we tire Our Carbonado'd members in a fire That 's inextinct the more we strive to turn Our parched Souls still more and more they burn Resolve these things within thy serious mind Oh Man let Love instruct thee to be kinde To him that 's loving do no disrespect A God whose Soul so dearly can affect Pour out thy thoughts and practise to relent And let thy thoughts induce thee to repent Grasp opportunity Time 's always flying God's always living and thou always dying Dye then before thou dy'st redeem the time Because thy days are evil learn to clime Jacobs erected ladder thou shalt see Th'adst better clime a Ladder than a Tree As Judas did Be wise and do not fan Thy Soul with air remember what a span Thou art remember whose inspired breath Made thee a Soul forget not whose sad death Made thee alive be mindful that thou art Th' Epitomy of Heav'n inure thy heart To love the best of loves so shall thy brest Be fill'd with comfort and thy Soul with rest Prepare and know the very fowls delight To prune their wings before they take their flight Although terrestial Kings will not permit A Traitor to his Courts nor let him sit Before his presence though they will not hear A Malefactors prayers yet Heav'ns blest ear Is always open and his tongue invites Repentant sinners for his eye delights To view them in his Courts when they appear For muddy waters may at last prove clear 'T is not unlike ill scented dunghils may At last bear flowers that which is foul to day To morrow may prove fair the thing that cost Millions of silver may as well be lost As things of smaller value Heav'n can spy A miâ—e as well as mountains for his eye Is lodg'd in every cranny of mans heart And he knows all that searches every part Where breathes that Mortal that can comprehend The ways thoughts of God who knows the end Of his beginning He that can break a rocky heart in twain And re-unite it if he please again He that can part the boiling waves and stand Upon the Seas as on the dryest Land He whose celestial power can make the graves To open and command their slumb'ring slaves To rise nay more to stand nay more to walk Nay more if more than this may be to talk He that can make a Whale to entertain A Jonah and to spue him out again He whose almighty power can unlock The flinty bowels of a scragged Rock And make her headlong-gushing streams abound To wash the bosom of the thirsty ground He that can transmutate by power divine The poorest water into richest wine He that can curb rude Boreas and asswage The lawless passion of the Oceans rage He that can rain down Manna to supply The craving stomacks of mortality He that can like an all-commanding God Make Almonds flourish from a sapless rod He that can make the Sun and Moon stand still Or run according to his sacred Will He that sav'd a Daniel from the paws Of Lyons and can muzzle up their jaws He that can make the greedy Raven carry Food to his Servants like a Commissary He that can with an unresisted hand Dash fire into Ice and counter-mand The wanton flames charm them that they dare But burn his Servants cords and not their hair He that can cause ten thousand to be fed With two small fishes and five loaves of bread He that can cloth himself with fire and name Himself I AM and make a bush to flame Without consuming He that can convert A Rod into a Serpent and not hurt He that can make his visage shine so bright That not a Moses can behold the light He that can strike a hand with leprosie And cure it in the twinkling of an eye He that can in a moment cut and break Tongue-tying cords make the dumb to speak He that can out of unregarded stones Raise unto Abraham many little ones He that can heal the Cripple with a touch And free him from the thraldom of his Crouch He that can cure the deaf and can expel A thousand Devils in despite of Hell He that can perfect what he first begun Expects that man should say Thy Will be done Consider man and thou shalt find it true Heav'n can do all but what he will not do Think not because thou art of low estate That he will scorn to love and love to hate Remember Dives whose unsumm'd up store Improv'd so much until he prov'd as poor As ever Job was Job unhappy I To speak it he was rich in poverty Heav'n made poor Job so rich that Satans wealth Could purchase nothing from him but his health And that corporeal too he could not boast His bargain for 't was Job that purchas'd most Happy is he that can at last inherit Riches obtain'd by an impov'rish'd spirit We'd better lick with Lazarus the crumbs Than gripe with Dives for Soul-damning sums Wealth cannot bribe the flames yet scraps may feed The hungry wretch he that has wealth may need The Crumbs of comfort David did condole Th' abundant famine of his hungry Soul Gods Love 's not mercenary to be sold For brain-distracting heart-confounding gold Hast thou not heard O Man the heav'nly cry Of him that says Ye that are poor come buy Come buy of me your pen'worth shall be such That for a little you shall purchase much Here 's Love that 's spun unto the smallest thred Though thou want'st mony yet thou mayst have bread Do thou but ask thou shalt not fail to have For God's more free to give than thou to crave Fear not to ask of him whose ready ear Before thy tongue can ask is apt to hear Heav'n loves the language of a broken heart And he will harken and with joy impart His love into thee and his milk and wine Without the price of mony shall be thine Th' ingrated Pris'ner whose dull tongue is whet With sharp'ned hunger will not fear to let His language fly to every ear that comes Within his audience and he always sums The totals of his grief in hungry words Whilst thousands pass along but few affords The blessing of an Alms perhaps they 'l grieve And seem to pity but will not relieve Yet will he not desist but hourly cry Bread bread for Heav'ns sake bread or else I die Hard hearted Man why wilt thou not relent To hear thy Brother almost hunger-spent
Craving thy succour Where 's thy love become Because th' art deaf ah wu'dst thou have him dumb Or dost thou think because thy panch is fill'd He cannot hunger He that first distill'd Those mercies on thy head expects that thou Shouldst feed thy Brother with a cheerful brow Say not thou canst not give thy treasure's light But let thy heart record the widows mite So Heav'n will fill thy Cisterns to the brim And feed thy Soul because thou hast sed him Should the Grandfather of true Charity Pass by the gates and hear thee beg and cry And not relieve thee should he slight thy prayers And scorn to take a survey of thy tears Wouldst thou not grieve and pine thy self to dust And almost say thy God was much unjust To turn away his ears from thy complaint And disrespect thy pray'rs and let thee faint For want of food Ah whither wouldst thou fly To feed thy famish'd Soul should Heav'n deny But ah he cannot for his melting Soul Is always free and willing to condole The sad conditions of distressed Man Who only strives to do but what he can To contradict him yet he 'l hear our grief In multitudes of mercies lies relief When our impris'ned Souls peep throw the grates Of this corrupting Earth our God dilates Himself unto us and he sends us meat From the rich store-house of his lofty seat He hears and hearing pities pitying sends And sending blesses and with blessing ends Even as the Sun which every day surrounds The sublime Globe and pries into the bounds Of this dark Center let his Beams reflect Upon a Molehil with as much respect As on a Mountain for his glorious Beams Shine always with equivalent extreams Even so the great and powerful Three in One That sits upon his all-inlight'ning Throne Does not deny to let his mercy crown The poorest Peasant with as much renown As the most stateliest Emperor though he Invests his body with more dignity Yet he 's but earth and must at last decay For Prince and Peasant go the self same way Their earth must turn to earth their Souls return To him that gave them or for ever burn There 's no distinction one infused breath Made them alike and both must live in death Or everlasting life both must commence Divines in Heav'n there 's no preheminence But all equality all must express With equal Joy their equal Happiness Rouse up dull man and let thy wak'ned Soul Be vigilant oh let thy thoughts enroul The love of God engrave it in thy brest That his resounding tongue may read thee blest O let thy sighs like Pens and let thy tears Like Ink transcribe the Love th'indulgent cares Of thy Creator that himself may find Within th' unblotted volume of thy mind Himself recorded so will he imbrace Thy spotless Soul and fill thee with his grace Incline thine ears and let thâ— heart rejoyce To hear the strains of his harmonious voice Harken and thou shalt hear his Prophets sing Th' admired Mercies of the glorious King Thus saith the great and ever-living One That rules the heav'ns governs earth alone 43. Thus saith the Lord that takes delight to dwel Amongst his Saints that formed Israel Created Jacob let thy sorrows flee Out of thy brest I have redeemed thee 'T was I that made thy clouded visage shine And call'd thee by my Name for thou art mine I will be with thee when thy feet shall wade Thorow the waters I will be thy aid I le make thee walk through Rivers and the waves Shall prove ambitious to become thy slaves And when thou walkest through the raging fire Th' unruly flames shall not presume t' aspire Or kindle on thy garments I alone The Lord thy God and Israels holy One And thy dear Saviour that was always true Gave Aegppt Seba and Ethiopia too To ransome thee for thou wert my delight And always pretious in my gracious sight Honors were heapt upon thee and thou wert The tender love of my affecting heart Therefore even I that am well pleas'd will give People for thy dear sake that thou mayst live Fear not for I am with thee and I 'le stand In thy defence and my all-grasping hand Shall bring thy seed from the remotest places And fill thee with my satisfying graces 6. My tongue shall call unto the North and say Unto the South Give and they shall obey Bring from a far my Sons and Daughters all Hear my loud voice be active when I call 7 I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honour'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blind and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestie I le cure the deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To hear the Ecchoes of my warbling voice Thus hath our God unty'd the tongues and broke His Prophets lips thus have his Prophets spoke And wilt thou be O man so much obdure As not to credit him that will assure Perpetual happiness Thou canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamefac'd Soul that so thou mayst discry Jehovahs mercies with a faithful eye Descant upon his promises advise With thy own thoughts let reason make thee wise Inspect thy self weigh well thy own condition And thou shalt find thou want'st a good Physitian To cure thy maculated Soul Alas Thou art like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortifi'd and fenc'd about That one weak knock soon lets the Pris'ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this Earth Afford thy thoughts more than a short-liv'd mirth A mirth that fills thee with deluding toys And like a Tyrant afterwards destroys Dot'st thou on Earth For what because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye because her treasure Can cram thy bags because her Syrens song Can ravish thee because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury because her charms Can court thee with delight because her arms Can pleasingly imbrace thee and impost Thy heart with gold and lull thee when th' ast lost Thy self in sleep Is this the little All That this great World can boast of Must we call These things our pleasures No they 'l prove our Our golden Fetters and our silken Snares These are the Joys we love these are the things cares That make us fly with our Icarian wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waxen plume Dissolve with heat and like presumptuous slaves Tumble our selves into the raging waves Of speedy Ruine Ruine's all that we Must hope t' obtain from Earths base treasurie Let 's scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistress with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th'unconstant glory of her fickle state Even as the subtile Crocodile prepares Her flatt'ring heart and eye-commanding tears To woo her Prey to come within the power Of her command that so she may devour With more facility and make her jaws To
and love thy Name Make haste O God for I do waste My Soul with grief O God make haste Ejaculat. 70. Lord thou that underneath thy wing Didst keep me in and from the womb Assist my age that it may sing Thy praise in ages yet to come Preserve my Soul protect my name Shame be to them that seek my shame Ejaculat. 71. Great Prince of peace whose Kingdome brings Justice Redemption power and peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All praises Honour Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voice like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Air Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder That hear'st my plaints and grant'st my pray'r Forsake me not but when I stray O let thy Crook reform my way Ejaculat. 73. O thou whose mercy did begin Before all Time unty'd to Times As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin Be likewise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more than men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly deso ate and waste Where thou shouldst rule my lusts controul O Lord relieve O God make haste Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim Eternal praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 75. Glorious Creator once more shine On this our poor distressed Land Defend and dress thy fading Vine And bless the man of thy right hand Let thy Free-grace inflame our hearts And we will sing thy praise in parts Ejaculat. 76. O God our Song our Strength whose hand Hath broke our Bonds and set us free Incline our hearts to thy Command And we will own no God but thee Conduct and feed us as thy Flock And give us honey from thy Rock Ejaculat. 77. Direct O God the Judges brest Preserve his handâ—s his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guardhim from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judge of others judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 78. Lord cast thine eyes upon thy Foes Confound their Troops that are combin'd Against thy Flock which thou hast chose Make them like chaff before the wind Defeat their Plots with sudden shame That they may seek Jehovah's Name Ejaculat. 79. Lord teach mine Eyes my Will my Heart To see to choose and to desire Thy beauteous Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rayes May light my Soul to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 80. O God remit thy Peoples Sin And shew the Sun-shine of thy face Repress thy fury and begin T' inspire us with thy saving Grace That Righteousness and truth may meet And light our hearts and lead our feet Ejaculat. 81. Great Spring from whence all mercy flows To them that trust and love thy Name Give me thy strength and then my Foes Shall see thy greatness and their shame Be thou my Way my Truth my Light So shall I live and die upright Ejaculat. 82. Sim the glory of the Earth And subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be founded upon thy foundation Of all delights I wish no other Than to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease to be Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprise let friends forsake me Ejaculat. 84. Lord thou whose mercy fails not those That build their trust upon thy Name Protect my Soul from all my Foes Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim So shall the remnant of my days Be crown'd in Peace and thou with Praise Ejaculat. 85. Eternal God before whose Eyes A thousand years seem as a day Direct our hearts and make us wise To use that time we cannot stay Send joy in our sad hearts and bless Our prosperous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousand there Do daily fall before mine eye I will not faint I will not fear Beneath the wings of the most High Let me be guarded Lord by thee Then I 'le not fear nor faint nor flee Ejaculat. 87. Lord purge my Soul that I may learn To read my fortunes by thy hand Let my instructed Soul discern That worldly bliss is not thy brand Lord in thy Mercy make me thine I have enough shower thou or shine Ejaculat. 88. Great Monarch of the World disclose Thy Power and make thy Glory known Out-flood the floods of all my Foes And in my heart fix thou thy Throne Plant Holiness within my brest O Lord my strength O God my rest Ejaculat. 89. Just God of Vengeance cast an eye Upon my poor afflicted brest O send me help O hear my cry And let thy comforts be my rest Suppress my Foes and set me free That have no Hope no Help but thee Ejaculat. 90. Great God of Gods Great King of Kings From whom by whom we live we be In whom my Soul her triumph sings To whom alone bowes every knee Teach me thy way thy Will 's my Feast Thy Crook my Guide thy Fold my Rest Ejaculat. 91. Lord let our Jesus and thy Christ Be all the subject of our mirth Let Satans power be dismist And let him rule and judge the earth Then then Eternal Peace shall be Return'd to us and praise to thee Ejaculat. 92. Great King of Glory who art drest In Clothes of Clouds in Robes of Fire Make evil hateful to my brest Then shall I love thee most intire Then shall my bosome reap that light Which thou hast sown for the upright Ejaculat. 93. Great God of Wonders that dost ope The Gate of Life to our glad days And found'st a help beyond all hope O give us mouths to give thee praise So guide our ways just Judge that we May joyfully be judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 94. Great God whose promise is to hear Whose practise is to pardon Sin Let my petitions find an ear And cleanse my leprous Soul within Thou Lord art holy teach my heart To sing thy praises as thou art Ejaculat. 95. Eternal Maker grant that we May praise thee with a chearful heart Guide thou our ways and let us be The sheep where thou the Shepherd art For Lord thy truth is always sure And thy great Mercy shall endure Ejaculat. 96. Lord teach my heart to walk upright In publique rev'rence private fear Keep thou the humble in thy sight And to the proud be thou severe Then shall thy Saints in triumph show Thy Mercy and thy Justice too Ejaculat. 97. O God how poor a thing is man Begot in sin and born in sorrow Our breath 's a blast our life a span But here to day and gone to morrow How needfnl Lord is thy support Our days are bad our times are short Ejaculat. 98. O thou within whose tender brest Full streams of sweet compassion flow Whose Mercies cannnot be
my heart and every sorrow speaks A volume at a word yet yet must I Return unheard 't is misery to dye And pain to live thus in despair I draw The loathsom air Destruction knows no Law Grief rains a flood of doubt into my Soul Ah me I can do nothing but condole I am despis'd and if I bend the force Of my desires to him he will divorce All thoughts of pity and with rage re-double Th'unsum'd up sums of my infringing trouble I sail into the Straits both wind and tyde Prevail against me and I have no guide To Pilot me unto the long'd-for Port Of pleasing happiness I am a sport To threatning Ruine whose presumptuous waves Out-dares my Soul whilst every blast enslaves My reeling Pinnace If I strive to go Towards Scylla Scylla will contemn my wo Alas in vain I can expect relief Scylla will bark at my unbridled grief Or if my head-long vessel chance to hit Against Charybdis I am torn and split Into ten thousand peices Oh hard hap Thus am I tossed in Destructions lap Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul and audiate my cries I will not thus desist I must implore He that 's lost once sure can be lost no more Adams Petition to God Once more thou Metropolitan of all The spacious world I here presume to call Upon thy mercy Oh let me inherit The pleasing fruit of thy re-pleased Spirit I am thy fabrick Oh some pity take Preserve the building for the Builders sake Cloath not thy brow with frowns but let thine eye That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty Reflect upon my sorrows Oh encline Thy willing ears to hear this grief of mine Oh do not say I shall as soon remove A mountain as thy heart thou canst not love Let not such harsh imbitter'd language flow Out of a mouth so sweet I know I know Thou art as good as great oh therefore bow Thy sacred ears to hear oh hear me now Bestow some scraps on me that have deserv'd Nothing but stripes for I have fondly swerv'd From thy commands have committed treason Against thy Majesty Great God of Reason View my en-humbled Soul see how it lies Before thy sight a weeping Sacrifice I know thou knowst I am a hainous sinner Yet pity me that am a young beginner In this rich art of begging Do not slight My real prayers I know thou tak'st delight In being merciful Oh let me not Return unanswer'd or my prayers forgot Oh hear the sorrows of my bleeding state Let my complaints make thee compassionate And let the fervor of my language turn Thy thoughts to pity quench these flames that burn My wasting Soul speak peace to me that find A civil war in my uncivil mind Oh I have tasted of thy hot displeasure Too much Ah shall thy vengeance know no measure Say 't is enough though Lord I must confess I have deserved more yet give me less Thus with a melting heart I end my Suit Ah me how bitter is forbidden fruit Gods Reply Thou bold-fac'd Orator how dar'st thou come Before me or be otherwise than dumb Tell me how dar'st thou interrupt my brest I hate to see thee or hear thy Request Audacious wretch What has my Judgment made Thy heart grow peremptory Have I laid Too small a burthen on thee If I have I 'le lay a greater thou apostate slave I will not note thee nor I will not hear Thy words which have usurp'd my deafned ear Love thee for what be 't known sad wretch I scorn To love a thing so base so vile forlorn And if I cannot love how can it be That I can pity such a worm as thee I le neither love nor pity for my heart Is Adamantine thou shalt feel the smart Of my displeasure Go my Soul disdains To look upon thee thou art so fill'd with stains And smel'st too much of Fruit to find respect Thou art the subject of my great neglect Thou art a barren Soil nothing will grow Upon thy heart except the seeds of woe Tell me from what conceit thou dost derive Thy working confidence that thou dar'st drive Thy language to my ears and be so bold T' approach my sight and wilt not be control'd Art thou resolv'd to make what dost thou mean My ears thy stage and every word a scean Sum up thy small thy weak deserts and see What large respects thou hast deserv'd from me I plac'd thee in a Garden not to eat The fruit for bidden but to keep it neat Had not the violation of my Laws Mov'd me to anger thou hadst had no cause T' have felt the burthen of my weighty stroke Or live thus much subjected to the yoke Of thine owns sins most shameful is that Loss That 's crown'd with negligence great the cross That 's made with a self-hand they that clime Above their strengths impropriate a crime To their own Souls Destruction is the end Of all Rebellion Ruine knows no friend Suppose I should invest and entertain Your Soul with Love and call thee back again The Tree is still the same the fruit as sweet Thy appetite as great and thou mayst meet A Serpent too whose oratorious skill May soon entreat thee to enact his will He has a voice to tempt and thou an ear Will re-assume the priviledge to hear He has a hand to give and thou another Freely to take thus wouldst thou smother Thy new delights therefore I will not trust A heart that can be nothing but unjust Thou great Mugul of baseness cease to plead Thy tongue 's a canker and thy words are lead Thy sins have made thee not deserve the air Thou entertain'st hadst thou imploy'd thy care To serve me when I lov'd thee thou hadst had My heart-delighting joys to make thee glad But now expect no favour for no Art Of thine shall ever captivate my heart Hie thee unto the shades of grief bewail Thy sequestrated happiness no bail Of thy procuring will I take to set Thy Soul at liberty I will not let The vision of a comfort creep within Thy rambling thoughts thou art a slave to sin Hadst thou but lov'd or fear'd me at the first Th'adst been as happy as th' art now accurst If now thou lov'st me I shall quickly prove It is for fear alone and not for love Thy heart is steel'd with wickedness thy faults Are sparks enlivened by thy flinty thoughts Breath out thy groans unto a senseless rock And let thy sighs like hammers beat and knock Against her scragged sides thou shalt as soon Have her consent as mine to grant thy boon 'T is therefore vain to multiply thy words For ah my brest my hardened brest affords Thy Soul no pity and the more thy cry Attempts my ear the less I will reply Alas thy guilt-o're-burth'ned words renew Fresh thoughts of rage I cannot hear thee sue Without impatiency for ah the longer Thou crav'st thou mak'st my sury grow the stronger
the terror Of thine own Conscience which will alway stare Upon thy face and load thee with despair 'T is not a Habeas Corpus will remove The body of thy sin none can disprove The Will of God what he resolves to do Must neither be withstood nor div'd into It lies beyond thy power to perswade Thy God to pity whom thy Sins have made A wrathful Judge what he intends must be Derived from himself and not from thee For thou hast nothing in thee worth the name Of good because thy glory 's turn'd to shame Thou art corrupt and vile in every part And who can know the evil of thy heart Which like the Ocean that no art nor eye Can search her bottom or her banks descry Therefore til heav'n shall please to change the state Of thy condition Reason bids thee wait For be assur'd the promis'd seed will spread It self abroad and bruise the Serpents head Even as the Fountain whose exuberous brest Is always fluent and admits no rest But with a cheerful willingness she sends Her Christal tokens to her smaller friends Even so our God dâ—stilleth from above The healing streams of his refreshing love For ah the lustre of his Sun-bright eye Is drown'd in tears when our sad Souls prove dry Oh admiration that a God so just Should rain down flouds upon a heap of dust Oh Mercy that so much incens'd a God Should send forth Mercy and keep in his Rod His Soul is fill'd with pity and his eyes Begin to view th' unsariate miseries Of Adams down-cast off-spring Though his ear Seems unto us resolved not to hear Their bitter cries nor note the sad Devotions Of their contristed hearts yet by the Motions Of his blest Soul he sends his Son and Heir Into this wretched world that he might bear The Cross of our Transgressions and expel The clouds of Sin and conquer Death and Hell Thus by his death we liv'd and by his grief Our new-calm'd Souls were furnisht with relief Oh sudden change That winde which did before Drive wretched man upon the threatning shore Of unavoiding ruine fills the sails Of his desires with mild and prosperous gales The Boreas of his sin does now surcease His full-mouth'd blasts and Zephyrus speaks peace Unto his ship wrack'd Soul and now he rides Upon the new-tam'd backs of pleasing Tydes Oh that my tongue were able to rehearse The love of God with an Angelike Verse Oh that some Heav'nly Deity would fill The black mouth'd concave of my wandring quil With pure celestial Ink that I might write In heav'nly characters and learn t' indite Jehovahs praises in a style as high As my desires and make the lofty Skie Eccho with Hallelujahs that the Earth May like a Mid wife hug the joyful birth Of every word and make each corner ring With peals of joy the Glories of our King Is man deliver'd from the painful womb Of his foul sin and raised from the tomb Of everlasting death and shall not we Applaud that hand which set such pris'ners free What shall we be afraid to crack and break The chains of silence and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels No let 's call Upon his name that rais'd us from a Fall Let 's stretch our lungs with a warbling breath Sing to the life how we were rais'd from death And when our tongues are wearied let 's express By heav'nly signs our real thankfulness But stay where runs my quill what have I lost My self in raptures or else am I tost Into the Air of pleasure by the wind Of true delight If passion proves so kind I am content Oh may I always rest Adorn'd and crown'd with a heav'n ravisht brest O love ineffable Must wretched Man The spawn of baseness and the unmeasur'd span Of everlasting infancy be made Loves object Must th' Almighty's love be said To dwell in Man whose tongue cannot deliver The least of thanks unto so great a Giver Will the Sun-gazing Eagle that soars high Descend t' assist the web-infolded Fly Will he that hearkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick turn away to hear Confounding discords or will any woo A perjur'd enemy to come and go Into his Courts will any hand forbear To strike at him that labors to impair His worth and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds Will he that is betray'd Affect the Trayor and with patience sue For reconcilement when as death is due All this blest Heav'n will do that he might place Vain man within the Covenant of Grace Consider man how often hath this Mirror Of pure affection woo'd thee from thine error Thou inconsiderate dust which every winde Can puff away how canst thou prove unkinde To such a Lover that delights to spin His bowels out to nourish thee within His milky bosom Shall his bounty crave Thy base acceptance Shall he be a slave To his own slaves Ah shall thy God implore And beg of beggars to receive his store Does he whom Heav'n and Earth cannot contain No nor the Heav'n of Heav'ns stoop down to gain Thy dull respects And ah wilt thou not raise Thy stupid Soul an inch to give him praise Thy fervent Prayers he always will admit Then how canst thou remember to forget A God so mindful How canst thou forbear To numerate his love without a tear How can thine eyes when thou observ'st the Sun Refuse to weep to see him daily run His painful Progress and rejoyce to greet The Earth with lustre to direct thy feet Thy sinful feet which every moment slide Into Rebellion loaded with thy pride How canst thou choose when thou behol'dst the ground Whereon thou tread'st but voluntary drown'd Thy self in briny flouds to think what care Indulgent Heav'n hath taken to prepare For thee before thou wert and how his hand Hath for thy profit fertiliz'd the Land How can thy rocky heart refuse to vent A stream of bloud when thou beholdst th'extent Of the unbounded Ocean how it hides Within the bosom of her swelling Tydes Diversities of Fish which live to seed Thy gulf of gluttony at time of need Uncloud thy thoughts O Man and thou shalt set He who ordained all these things for thee Created thee for him that thou mayst give The praise to him that lends thee leave to live Be serious Man consider how thou hast Converted all these blessings into waste Know that the great Edificer of things Furnisht thy Soul with Reason gave thee wings To fly above all mortals and hath crown'd Thy head with heaps of Honor and hath bound Inferior creatures prentice to thy will And this he did because thou shouldst fulfill Thy Gods Commands but thou that wert the best Hast made thy self more loathsome than the rest And by thy most derested deviation Abus'd thy glory of thy free Creation Though the Majestick Eagles will despise To be assistant to th' intangled Flies Yet Heav'n will from his lofty Throne descend And with a speedy cheerfulness defend The sons
bestow Thy pains to hear them they 'l infuse and brew Their own designs and tell thee all is true That they declare they 'l tell thee that they 're sent As Messengers from Heav'ns high Parliament Believe me Soul 't is I that can display The Gospels Colours better far than they There 's nothing in that Volume so abstruse But I can winde and twist it to my use And there is nothing in this world can be Stil'd worth a Work but can be done by me I can do all it lies within my power To make thee poor or rich in half an hour I can command whole Legions to attend Upon my honor Say what nobler friend Canst thou embrace I 'le be a friend to all That will give audience to my faithful call I 'le make them swell with riches they shall have As much nay if not more than they can crave Am I not rare and rich and high and great Incomprehensible Is not my seat The throne of happiness Yet cannot I Invite thee to my sweet eternity Come gentle Soul into my twining arms I 'le hug thee I 'le delight thee with my charms I 'le shew thee all my Joys nothing shall lie Hid from the view of thy all gazing eye Happy beyond expression Soul Satan slay The Progress of thy tongue and give me way That I may vent my thoughts for you have spoke At large already and is this the stroke Which you intend shall wound me Be assur'd The blow's but small and well may be endur'd Sat. What mov'd to passion Is thy mind disturb'd With foul mistrust pray let those thoughts be curb'd What dost thou think I am perfidious Fie 'T is folly to condemn before you try Alas alas what profit can accrue To me by wronging such a Soul as you What I express is onely for your good But what is more than grave advice withstood I doubt these weak these empty thoughts presage A tempest guarded with a storm of rage Well then storm on and when thy storm is spent Sit down and meditate and then repent Soul Repent Oh happy word although exprest By a foul mouth those that repent are blest How dare thy hellish lips usurp a word Fill'd with divinity but will afford No rest no comfort to thy horrid Soul Be gone be gone and if thou canst condole Thy self thou art if Logick prove but true Curst in the Major and the Minor too Bless me ô heav'n what blust'ring stormy weather Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither Touch-stone of baseness dost thou come to prove Whether I 'm gold or dross thou mayst remove Thy forward hopes because I hope to be Metal at last for Heav'n and not for thee Be gone fallacious wretch I cannot brook Thy golden baits I have descry'd thy hook Father of Lyes thy policy is built Upon the sands and plaister'd o're with guilt Thy tongue foretells a storm if so be sure Thy sand-built policy shall not endure Flattery 's the life of baseness and that Art Is well imprinted in thy subtile heart Dost thou believe that I can entertain Belief from thee Or dost thou think to reign Within my brest No no thy cloudy powers Are at the best but falsifying showers Be satisfi d I cannot give the least Of credit to thee nor I dare not feast My thoughts with such uncertainties I know Thy dyet must and will corrupt to woe Thou bidst me not condemn before I make Some tryal of thy trust If I should take Such green advice I quickly should undo My wretched self and in condemning you What profit could I have or what relief Could I epect to mitigate my grief My accusations would be blown as dust Before the wind I 'le neither try nor trust Sat. Nor try nor trust Art thou resolv'd to cross My real motions Do and see whose loss Will prove most weighty if I lose the heat Of thy weak love my loss will not be great But if I should withdraw my love from thee How like a Map of well-drawn misery Wouldst thou appear be wise corect thy thoughts Neglected favors prove the greatest faults Take my instructions for 't is I must bring Content unto thee 't is a glorious thing To be immortal prethee Soul decline Thy former ways say shall I call thee mine Mine mine thou art I 'le load thee with renown Let me but conquer thou shalt wear the Crown How pleasing are my joys how full of peace Are all my ways my glories still increase I 'm great and good I take delight to win Distressed Souls and lead them from their sin I cannot chuse but pity those that lye Vpon the beds of sensuality My melting Soul is always free to give Comfort to them that study how to live Alas the care and trouble that I take Is more for their content than my own sake My gates are always open they that venture To come to me shall with a welcom enter And when they call and cry I will appear My self unto them and rejoyce to hear Their sad complaints I will not hide my face From them that seek the glory of my grace I cannot be unconstant I must grieve To hear their sorrows and I will relieve I will be pitiful to them that trust In me alone I cannot be unjust I cannot no I cannot Earth shall move Sooner than I will falsifie my love I am eternal they that will endeavor To gain my love shall have my heart for ever Soul 'T is not your empty words shall make my brest Stoop to the flatt'ry of thy vain request Though I have ears to hear I have a mind That will not shake at the hard-breathing wind Of your discourse what you pretend for reason Is nothing but the froth of private treason 'T is not your multiloquious tongue can turn The Biass of my Soul or make me spurn At Holy Writ 't is not your fond conceit Of being good shall make me to retreat From Heav'ns Commands 't is not your promis'd joys Can make me chearful or your painted toys Can lure me to your fist 't is not the dart Of your vain love can penetrate my heart 'T is not your seeming clemency can make My Soul to love you for your Pities sake 'T is not your always-open gates that shall Entice my steps to your large Guilded Hall 'T is not your self-appearance shall invite My well-composed thoughts to your delight 'T is not your greatness that shall make me yield To your desires Religion is my shield I le neither fear nor love your rash evasions Nor give attendance to your smooth perswasions ' Nis difficult to serve two Masters well Who strays from Heav'n must needs approach to Hell I am advis'd to shun the broad-path'd ways That lead to ruine what the Scripture says I must believe 't is dangerous to fly Without the wings of true Divinity The Scriptures are my way my light my guide And they that go without them needs must slide The paths
thy Name Which through the World is so renown'd Let man thy glorious works proclaim Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd As Beasts to men subjected be So Lord subject mans heart to thee Ejaculat. 13. In all extreams Lord thou art still The Mount whereto my hopes do flee O make my soul derest all Ill Because so much abhor'd by thee Lord let thy gracious tryals show That I am just or make me so Ejaculat. 14. Great God whom Fools deny how dare Our lips request thy glorious eyes If thou but see thou canst not spare And what thou seest thou must despise Lord make us hear thy saying voice Then may'st thou see and we rejoyce Ejaculat. 15. Lord cleanse my heart and guide my tongue Preserve my lips from false deceit Protect my hands from doing wrong Teach whom to love and whom to hate Instruct me how to take and give Lord grant me this and I shall live Ejaculat. 16. Lord teach my Reins that in the night My tutor'd Reins may tutor me And keep me always in thy sight For in thy sight all pleasure be Let not my soul in darkness stray O thou my life O thou my way Ejaculat. 17. Behold my Right and right my wrongs Thou Saviour of all those that trust O I am weak my Foes are strong Lord thou art gracious thou art just O make me rightly prize this life And let thy glory be my strife Ejaculat. 18. Great God my strength at whose command Whil'st I serve thee all creatures serve me Protect me from my Foe mans hand O as thou hast preserv'd preserve me With peaceful conquest crown my days And I will crown thy power with praise Ejaculat. 19. Great God the work of whose high hands The glory of thy Name declare How perfect sweet are thy Commands How purely just thy Precepts are Cleanse all my sins clear every spot Both open secret known forgot Ejaculat. 20. Accept O God my holy fires Lead thou our Armies give success Bless our designs grant our desires O hear and help in our distress Preserv'd by thee we shall prevail When Chariots flee and horses fail Ejaculat. 21. O God whose Judgments are severe And mercies full of sweet compassion Scourge thou thy Foes save those that fear Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation And I will spend my joyful days In Psalms of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 22. My Jesus thou that wert no less Than God and yet with men forlorn Earths Comforter yet comfortless Heavens Glory yet to men a scorn What thanks shall I return to thee That wert all this and more for me Ejaculation 23. Great Shepherd of my Soul thy hand Both gives me food and guides my way Subject my will to thy command And I shall never starve nor stray If thou wilt keep me in thy sight Thy House shall be my whole delight Ejaculat. 24. Lord purge my heart and cleanse my hand Direct my tongue and guide my will For nothing that 's unclean can stand Within thy great thy glorious Hill Lift up my heart deprest with sin And let the King of Glory in Ejaculat. 25. Lord guide my footsteps in thy truth And let thy grace be my repose Forgive the frailties of my youth And free me from my causeless Foes Redeem thine Israel from their hand And bring me to thy promis'd Land Ejaculat. 26. Lord keep me just and judg my right Prove thou my reins and try my heart O make thy Temple my delight And fix my dwelling where thou art Redeem my Soul confirm my ways And give me power to give thee praise Ejaculat. 27. My God whose fear drives fear away Shew me the beauty of thy House Preserve me in the evil day That I may sing and pay my vows Lord grant me fear and guard my path Give patience and with patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my restless soul may fly Blest be thy Name when I invoke Thou hear'st my suit and send'st supply My Foes confound or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voice of thine And shall that voice not startle me Nor stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-bore mine ear Thy Voice is lost I cannot hear Ejaculat. 30. Lord let the evening of my grief Be followed with a morning joy Hear thou my cry and send relief That tak'st no pleasure to destroy If thou wilt lengthen out my days Their task shall be to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 31. Lord thou ' that hoord'st thy grace for those That love and fear thy sacred Name Redeem me from my conqu'ring Foes And vindicate my trust from shame Give me fair Conquest at the end Till then true courage to attend Ejaculat. 32. Let my confession launce my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early to implore For I am lost till thou art found Then shall my joyful Songs express Thy praises and my thankfulness Ejaculat. 33. Great Lord of Wonders thou by whom My heart was fram'd and form'd alone From whose high Power all powers come That didst but say and it was done Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy Power and sing thy praise Ejaculat. 34. Lord let the Sun-shine of thy face So clear mine eyes so cleanse my heart That being season'd with thy grace My soul may taste how sweet thou art O let thy mercy make me just And then my heart shall fear and trust Ejaculat. 35. Lord plead my cause and right my wrong And take my Snarers in their snare O be not from me Lord too long Lest they triumph and I despair Let all my foes be cloth'd with shame Whilst I sing praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 36. Fountain of Light and living breath Whose mercies never fail nor fade Fill me with life that hath no death Fill me with light that hath no shade Confound the proud in their pretence And let thy wings be my defence Ejaculat. 37. Be thou my Trust my God and I When sinners thrive will not repine Or if my wants should want supply I will not fret I will not whine What if their wealth my wants increase They shall have plagues at last I peace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot I 've pains without and pangs within O thou that art the God of rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make me see How few my days how short their length Incline my heart to trust in thee Remove thy scourge or give me strength I am a Pilgrim hear my cry And send some comfort e're I dye Ejaculat. 40. Lord thou whose mercies do exceed O fill my language with thy praise Stand thou my Helper at my need Confound the wicked in their ways Be thou my comfort in my grief And crown my
patience with relief Ejaculat. 41. Lord if thy pleasure make me poor Thou wilt bless them that give me bread If thy sick hand hath scourg'd me sore That hand that struck will make my bed Sustain me Lord be thou my store I shall be neither sick nor poor Ejaculat. 42. My God full tears are all the dyet That seed my sad my drooping brest In my distress in my disquiet Be thou my Stay be thou my Rest Be thou my God in my relief And I will triumph in my grief Ejaculat. 43. Lord right my wrongs and plead my right Against all those that seek my Ill O let thy perfect Truth and light Conduct me to thy holy Hill Then shall thy Altar make relation Of thy due praise and my Salvation Ejaculat. 44. Lord our fore-fathers found redress In all their frights in all their fears Wilt thou be dumb to my distress And not my God as well as theirs Redeem my Soul whose loyal knee Ne're bow'd to any God but thee Ejaculat. 45. Great Bridegroom fill thy dearest Spouse With outward glory inward graces May she forget her fathers house And only cling to thy embraces Affect her heart with Love and Duty And then take pleasure in her beauty Ejaculat. 46. Lord help me when my griefs do call In my distress O be thou near Then if earth change or mountains fall I will not faint I will not fear Shew me thy wonders and inflame My heart to magnifie thy Name Ejaculat. 47. Lord let thy Judgments fill all those That love thy Mount with joy and mirth Confound and crush all Sions Foes Sion the glory of the Earth Let all that love thy Sions glory Recount her State repeat her Story Ejaculat. 48. Lord teach me wisely to contemn All goods that transitory be Let me not stand possest of them If they be not possest in thee If I be wealthy and nor wise I live but like a beast that dyes Ejaculat. 49. Lord God of Gods before whose Throne Stand fire and storms O what shall we Return to Heav'n that is our own When all the world belongs to thee We have no offering to impart But praises and a wounded heart Ejaculat. 50. Lord if thy mercies purge my heart Conceiv'd in lust and born in sin Breath truth into my inward part Renew me a firm spirit within Then let thy goodness not detest The ruines of a broken brest Ejaculat. 51. Let others boast in gold and prize Ev'l more than good and love deceit Thy mercies Lord are my supplies And on thy Name will I await Lord let thy Mercies still inure My brest to love the thing that 's pure Ejaculat. 52. Lord if thou take away thy hand How all compos'd of fears are we What arm can save what strength can stand When man poor man 's forsook by thee Lord keep my faith in thee unshaken For thou forsak'st not till forsaken Ejaculat. 53. Lord let thy name secure and free My threat'ned Soul from all my foes Stand thou with them that stand for me Support all these suppress all those Then shall my Soul division run Upon thy praise till time be done Ejaculat. 54. Hearer of prayers confound my Foes That bruise my tortur'd Soul to dust In man alas there 's no repose Foes have no pity friends no trust My trust is in thy word which says They shall not live out half their days Ejaculat. 55. O God the malice of my Foes Encreaseth daily more and more But Lord thou art my safe repose Thou art my strength thou art my store Be thou my gracious God and then I will not fear the pow'r of men Ejaculat. 56. Be gracious Lord unto my grief For in thy shadow do I trust O send me plentiful relief For thou art merciful and Just Then shall my spirits utter forth Twi-light Hosanna's to thy worth Ejaculat. 57. Lord keep me from those hearts and tongues That practice mischief from the womb Weigh right to them that weigh us wrongs And let confusion be their doom But let the just be fill'd with mirth And fear that God that rules the earth Ejaculat. 58. Lord save me from my Foes make void Their plots and all their Counsels vain For ever let them be destroy'd For in thy hand my hopes remain And I will always spend my days In Hymns of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 59. Lord though we feel the bitter taste Os thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile Oh when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voice and bring My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest Protect all those that strive to sing Thy praises with a cheerful brest Let comfort with our years increase That we may praise thy name in peace Ejaculat. 61. Lord God from whom all mercy springs Instruct my hopes to wait on thee Teach me what vain and fruitless things The helps of what is earthly be All strength belongs to thee alone 'T is thou my God must help or none Ejaculat. 62. Lord how I long to see thy face That I might spend me in thy praise Thou art my glory in disgrace Sustain my steps direct my ways Thou art my refuge when oprrest With grief my joy with toyl my rest Ejaculat. 63. Lord hide me from my bloody Foes For in thy goodness do I trust Protect my sought-for life from those That shoot in secret for the just So then shall I that fear thy Name Have cause of glory they of shame Ejaculat. 64. Thou gracious Hearer of Requests Hide all my sins behind thy merits Shower down thy Spirit into our brests And drop thy Grace into our Spirits That from our Faith rich works may spring And give us cause to shout and sing Ejaculat. 65. Lord if thy flame must needs be felt Let us be purged in that flame Let our rebellious spirits melt Into the praises of thy Name That we being tutor'd and kept under May fear with Love and love with Wonder Ejaculat. 66. Lord let thy favour still inflame Our light'ned hearts to walk thy ways That all the World may praise thy Name And all the Earth may sing thy praise So fructifie our hearts that we May bless thy Name being blest by thee Ejaculat. 67. Lord rise in power within mine heart And chase my sins thy Foes and mine Then shall I see thee as thou art In Glory great in Power divine So I more white than Snow shall sing Thy ways and praise my God my King Ejaculat. 68. To that sweet Lamb which did sustain Grief above weight Pain above measure Whose stripes and scoffs and grief and pain Were only purchas'd by our pleasure Be Honor Glory Praises given By Souls on Earth by Saints in Heaven Ejaculat. 69. Let shame be their due recompence That seek to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord
exprest By Saints above or Men below My Soul shall praise my heart shall bless That goodness tongues cannot express Ejaculat. 99. Lord every creature writes a story Of thy full Majesty and Might The contemplation of whose Glory Shall always be my hearts delight Accept that praise my Soul can give And it shall praise thee while I live Ejaculat. 100. Dear God the Pharaoh of our Souls Afflicts the Isr'el of our hearts Where thou shoulds govern he controuls What thou command'st his power thwarts Confound his strength and let thy hand Conduct us to the promis'd land Ejaculat. 101. Lord shouldst thou punish every sin Or strike as oft as we offend How quickly would our plagues begin How soon this sinful world would end But Lord thy tender Mercies stand Within the gap and hold thy hand Ejaculat. 102. Lord let thy wonders and thy ways Inflame my heart my tongue my pen That pen and tongue and heart may praise Thy Name before the Sons of men Look where I list high low or under I see to learn and learn to wonder Ejaculat. 103. O Lord whose mercies and whose paths Transcend th' expressions of my tongue Instruct my heart to keep thy lawes And I will praise thee in my Song Lend me thy pow'r or strengthen mine And I will crush my Foes and thine Ejaculat. 104. O thou that sit'st in Heaven and seest My deeds without my thoughts within Be thou my Prince be thou my Priest Command my Soul and cure my sin How bitter my afflictions be I care not so I rise in thee Ejaculat. 105. Lord teach my humble eyes the art To see aright and hands to do Then will I praise thee with my heart In publique and in private too Set thou thy fear in all my ways To make me wise to give thee praise Ejaculat. 106. Lord plant thy fear before mine eyes For in thy fear my Soul is blest Thy Fear 's that Spring from whence arise My Crown my Treasure and my Rest What fear I fearing thee and what Not fearing thee Lord fear I not Ejaculat. 107. Highest of Highests that dost raise The poor and needy from the dung Advance my thoughts to give thee praise And Lord unty my stam'ring tongue So shall my heart and tongue proclaim Rare Halelujahs to thy Name Ejaculat. 108. O God the Mountains and the Seas Confess thee Lord of Sea and Land They quake and tremble if thou please To shew the power of thy hand So shall my heart when thou think'st good To turn my flint into a flood Ejaculat. 109. Lord teach our loyal hearts to build Their constant hopes upon thy hand Thou art our Help thou art our Shield Wherein our hopes of safety stand Send down thy blessings and then we Will send all praises up to thee Ejaculat. 110. My God thy mercies so abound That every minute speaks their story They have no limits have no bound Ours are the comforts thine the glory And what thy mercy more displays Thou art contented with our praise Ejaculat. 111. Surpassing Lord whose mercies have surpast The limits of the worlds expression Whose truth continues firm and fast To thy elect and their succession To thee perpetual praise be given By Saints on Earth and Souls in Heav'n Ejaculat. 112. Good God! thy mercy and thy might What heart conceives What tongue can tell Thou fillest my darkness with thy light And hast redeem'd my Soul from Hell Thou art my God thou onely art The strength and musick of my heart Ejaculat. 113. O God thy Law 's a field in which The fruitful seed of life is sown No seed so rare no soil so rich It renders infinite for one O God how fair these fields appear O God what pearls are buried he re Ejaculat. 114. Great God whose ever-wakeful eye Doth never slumber never close Teach all my dangers to rely Upon thy help their safe repose Be thou my shade be thou my stay I will not fear by night by day Ejaculat. 115. Lord let the fire of my true zeal Unto thy house for ever flame Where let my thanks and praise reveal The hidden honour of thy Name Let Sions glory still increase And bless her walls with plenteous peace Ejaculat. 116. O God to whom thy thoughts direct Their constant hopes and hopeful cries Let not my Soul in vain expect For mercy from such gracious eyes Maintain thine honour 'T is not me The proud contemn Great God but thee Ejaculat. 117. Lord give me a believing heart Though wanting strength I fear not man If thou be pleas'd to take my part Let malice do the worst it can Although insnar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger than a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my Footsteps in thy ways Quell thou the power of the unjust That righteous hearts may give thee praise Do good to good men and encrease Their number plenty and their peace Ejaculat. 119. Lord we are Captives and we bow To Satans burthen every hour We sow in tears oh when wilt thou With joy requite the weary sower So bless my labors that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possess or what I crave Brings no content great God to me If what I would or what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it Thine Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant thy fears within my brest That I may walk thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my days Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Sions glory Israels peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be always Foes T' afflict the Souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let that righteous arm of thine Confound or cure thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers O whom should I Implore but thee in my distress For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fill'd with righteousness To thee O God my hopes shall flee My Soul expects no help but thee Ejaculat. 124. Lord if mine eyes should look too high Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell Break thou the tumor curb mine eye Lest one grow fierce the other fell So shall my Soul grow wise and flee From her own strength and trust in thee Ejaculat. 125. Lord let mine eyes not sleep until I build thy Temple in my brest Take pleasure then and make it still The chosen Palace of thy rest Let all her foes be trodden down And let thy Glory be her Crown Ejaculat. 126. Lord we are several members joyn'd To make one whole whose head thou art Let all our thoughts but make one mind And give one body but one heart United Souls of Saints appear The sweetest musick in thine ear Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Light'ned by thee may give us light Let their bright lustre drive