with a elog Grows siâ—râ—â—r with restraint and stands in awe Of nothing but his master to whose law He must submit and keep within his list For fear will not permit him to resist But if some wandring passenger should chance To walk along he quickly would advance His watchfull head and running too and fro From place to place he tuggs but cannot go Beyond his bounds but labours still in vaine With fruitlesse biting of his sensless chain To free himself but when he finds his strength Is not sufficient to out-go the length Of his well-fastned chain he soon devides His sharp-fang'd jaws and bauls until his sides And lungs are weary then he runs the round Until he layes himself upon the ground VVhere he remaineth much displeas'd and vext Seeming to threaten ruin to the next So you hels tyâ—dog if thou couldst but strain And quit thy self from heaven's fast-holding chain VVhat Soul could scape thy jaws or be possest Of lasting peace or comfortable rest How sad how miserable had it been For patient Job had but thy pow'r been seen Upon his heart but Heaven that will controul In spight of malice chain'd thee from his soul Alas alas thy chain is not so long To reach a soul nor is thy pow'r so strong To break it at thy pleasure thou mayst baul And bark forth envie but not hurt at all If thou art God as thou pretendest why Why dost thou suffer such a thing as I T' expostulate so long and dost not show Thy judgments in my speedy overthrow Sat. It is my goodness and not thy desert That breeds for bearance in my tender heart Alas alas what honor would acrue To me in conquering such a thing as you I could within a moments time asswage But that my clemencie out-vies my rage Thy swelling fury for I could discharge Vollies of wrath and easily inlarge Thy restless torments I could make thee run Like morning mists before the rising sun Out of my presence If I should but say The word begon ah lasse thou couldst not stay But ah I cannot for I hate to haâ—me Love guides my strength that strength guids my arm Even as the Sheepheard with be-dewed locks Watches the feeding of his harmless flocks For fear the bold-fac'd wolf should chance to peep Into the coasts of his beloved sheep And like a â—awlesse Tyrant soon commence Against those Emblems of pure innocence A bloody action which would soon incite The Sheepheards grief to see so sad a sight So I th' eternall Sheepheard dayly watch My wel-fed Lambs for fear Hels wolf should catch Or fright not being fearfull to be bold My gentle flocks from their delightfull fold I am beloved and mine own will own My sacred Name my voyce is not unknown Unto my Sheep they alwayes will be all Firmly obedient to my chearfull call For which obedience they shal finde reward Nay such a one as alwayes shall accord To their desires thrice happy shall they be In truly calling and in owning me To be their Sheepheard nothing can more please M' indulgent soul then such dear slocks as these I will preserve them and no wolt shal dare To seize upon them or presume to reare Their downy fleeces nothing shal be nearer Unto my heart and nothing shal be dearer In my affections for I wil affect Even where and when I finde a true respect What strange contusions hath thy language bred Sou Within my serious thoughts how hast thou fed My ears with slatt'ries but it is in vaine Because my heart hath vow'd not to retain Thy fain'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 VVell then let vengance light Upon thy cursed head begon thou mite Nay lesse of goodnesse go make hast t' inherit Those plagues that waite upon so damn'd a spirit Sou May this be cal'd a farewell if it be The self same farewell must attend on thee I hate nay scorn to bid farewell to you Tâ—is charity enough to bid 〈…〉 The Souls Thankefulness and Request to God MOst gracious God I having lately felt The servont of thy mercies needs must melt Into a thankfulnesse Ah should I be Ungratefull to so blest a God as thee 'T were pitty ah 't were pitty that the ayre Should give me breath or thy fierce hand forbear To throw me headlong to the deep abisâ— Of speedy ruin where no comfort is Oh glorious Lord be pleased to inflame My heart with raptures to extoll thy name Alas I 'm weak and if thou shouldst deny Thy ayde 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 Expell those clouds that thus ecclips my sight Be thou my guide my strength my sight my way Oâ— 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 VVith my desires and grant that I may be A true forgetter of all things but thee And rather then 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 Laws are Just or let me know no day Let every ev'ning make me take delight â—n thy commands or let me know no night Inspire my heart O God and make it lad Always in thee or make it alwayes sad If thou affict'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 O give me grace to think I may be poor It matters not O Lord how poor I be Unto the world if I am rich to thee If I am hungry â— be thou my meate If I am weary â— be thou my seate Or if I feast O Lord be thou my guest If I am restlesse 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 virtue make me dote upon her If Honorable 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 shal my ready lips expresse and show I know no more then thou wouldst have me know My unty'd tongue shal evermore proclaim Th' attendant glories of thy sacred Name The sacrifice of yâ—â—icked is an abomination to the Lord â—â—â— the 〈…〉 of the â—pright is his delight Pro 15. 8 Divine Ejaculations I. GReat God whose Scepter Rules the earth Distill thy fear into my heart That being rapt
thou not acknowledg 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 Heav'ns 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 Canopie 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 playd 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 quick'ning breath Vain simple wretch ah how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judg so great so grave Hadst thou but seen thy self thou wouldst have Thy self to death and with a blush defy'd cry'd Thy base estate to think that thou shouldst be Natures most rude and base 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 only shew it self and then expire Was it for this the All-Creator made Such large Provisions Was 't for this he layd 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 labour Was 't for this intent He made a Paradise where Flora spread Her fragrant Off-spring and made Earth a bed Of rare compounded Pleasures where he plac'd This new-come Guest whose very looks disgrac'd The face of beauty to whose thriftless hand He gave that Government with this Command Of all the trees that here thou dost behold Thy lips being authoriz'd thou mayst be bold To taste with freedom only one which I Conjure thee from therefore restrain thine eye From lusting after it if not thy breath Shall glut it self in everlasting death Forget not my Commands but let thy brest Be always faithful and thou shalt be blest Thus the Recorder having spoke at large This well-deliv'red although ill-kept Charge He after said It is not good that Man should be alone Without a help I le therefore make him one Oh sacred Prudence Here we may discern A sweet Conjunction here our Souls may learn Wisdom and Love both which if not enjoy'd Pleasures prove vanities and Blessings voyd Heav'n whose unidle artful hand had set Man as a Jewel in his Cabinet Thought it unfit that those delights which he Had made by his most powerful Love should be Monopoliz'd by one he therefore laid Adam asleep and having done he made Out of a crooked rib strange kind of art A woman fair compleat in every part Nay and a helper too for in conclusion She helpt poor Adam to his own confusion Oh most detested deed Unconstant wife To prove a Traytor to thy husbands life As soon as made Fond wretch could nothing suit With thy nice pallate but forbidden fruit Ah could thy longing lie no longer hid What didst thou long because thou wert forbid Was there no tree that could content thine eye But only that which was forbidden Fie Oh shame to think thou shouldst so quickly waste Thine hours of pleasure for a minutes taste Couldst thou not like or fall in love with any But that Heav'n had but one thou hadst many Wherewith to please thine appetite and yet Wouldst thou prove so ambitious as to sit Upon the highest twigg Ah could th' advice Of Satan tempt thee to this avarice With so much ease and make thee rashly do So foul a deed and tempt thy Adam too Preposterous wretch how hast thou spread a cloud Over thy head What didst thou think to shrowd Thy self from vengeance Having eat thy death Couldst thou expect to live Oh no thy breath Offended Heav'n but ah hadst thou but thought Before thy heart had entertain'd a fault So great as this what 't was to dye thy mind Had made thee more abstemious and confin'd Thy base inordinate desires thy meat Had prov'd delightful and thy comforts great But now unhappy now thy crimes have made Thy Soul Deaths debtor and thou art betray'd By thine own self therefore prepare to meet Thy wrathful Judg 't is said stoln goods are sweet But thine provd sour the fruits wch thou hast stole Sugar'd thy mouth but wormwoodiz'd thy Soul VVhen thou hadst eaten Ah! why didst thou â—oâ— Tremble to dâ—ath to think thou hadst forgot Thy Gods Commands that his Judgments must Follow thy Soul and blow thee into dust Thus â—ivâ— thus Adam having vilipended Their Gods Commands their happines soon ended Their joys were turn'd to mourning their light VVas turn'd to darkness and their day to night Both being too much conscious fled with speed To hide themselves from God but not the deed Even as some poor distressed wretch desires To hide himself from the enraged fires Of his incensed Foe runs up and down To shun the rage of a condemning frown At last observing his enquiring Foe Approach the place lies still and dares not blow For fear the wordless Eccho of his breath Should soon betray him to a sudden death Being at last discry'd his throbbing heart Gives an Alarum to each trembling part Fear like an Earthquake then begins to shake His loos'ned joynts he knows not how to make A ready answer to his foes demands But as a sad convicted man he stands Subjected to his will that can dispence With nothing but with death to calm th' offence Even so guilt-loaded Adam having done A
assist the web-infolded Fly VVill he that â—arkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick turn away to hear Confounding discords or will any woo A perjuâ—'d enemy to come and go Into his Courts VVill any hand forbear To strike at him that labours to impair His worth and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds Will he that is betray'd Affect the Traytor 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 unconsiderate dust which every wind Can puff away how canst thou prove unkind To such a Louer that delights to spin His bowels out to nourish thee with in 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 Earth cannot contain No noâ— 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 dayly run His painful progress and rejoyce to greet The Earth with luster to direct thy feet Thy sinful feet which every moment slide Into Rebellion loaded with thy pride How canst thou choose when thou behold'st the ground Whereon thou tread'st but voluntary drown'd Thy self in briny floods 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 blood when thou behold'st th' extent Of the unbounded Ocean how it hides Within the bosom of her swelling Tydes Diversities of fish which live to feed Thy gulf of gluttony at time of need Uncloud thy thoughts O Man and thou shalt see 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 Furnish'd thy Soul with Reason gave thee wings To fly above all mortals and hath crown'd Thy head with heâ—ps of honor and hath bound Inferior creatures prentice to thy will And this he did because thou shouldst fulfil Thy Gods Commands but thou that wert the best Hast made thy self more loathsom then the rest And by thy most detested deviation Abus'd the glory of thy free Creation Though the Majestick Eagles will despise To be assistants to th intangled Flies Yet Heav'n will from his lofty Throne deseend And with a speedy cheerfulness defend The sons of men who dayly are betray'd By those insiduous snares which Satan lay'd T' intrap their Souls Alas how voyd of care Is heedless man how subject to a snare But he whose more then 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 uck 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 Revolve these things within thy serious mind Oh Man let Love instruct thee to be kind To him that 's loving do not 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 Dy 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 then 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 Traytor to his Courts noâ— let him sit Before his presence though they will not hear A Malefactors pray'rs 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 mite 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 apprehend The ways and 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 slumbâ—ring slaves To rise nay more to stand nay more to walk Nay more if more then this may be to talk He that can make a Whale to entertain A Jonah and to spâ—e him out again He whose Almighty Power can unlock The flinty bowels of a serâ—gged 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 Ravens 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 and 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 clothe himself
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 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 voyce be active when I call I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honor'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blâ—â—d and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestic I'lâ— cuâ—â— thâ—deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To â—â—aâ— the 〈…〉 of my warbling voyce 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 Aâ— not to credit him that will assure Perpeâ—â—al happiness â—hâ—u canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamâ—â—ae d Soul that so thou mayst discry 〈…〉 mercies with a faithful eye â—â—â—â—aut upon his pâ—omiâ—es advise With chine own thoughts let Reason make thee wise â—â—spâ—ct thy self weigh well tâ—ine own condition And thou shalt find thou waâ—t'st a good Physician â—o cure thy â—â—aculatâ—d Soul Alas Thou aâ—â— like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortily'd and fene'd about That one weak knock soon leâ—â— the prisâ—ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this â—irth Afford thy thoughts more then a shortâ—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 Sirens 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 imbost 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 cares Our golden fetters and our silken snaâ—es These are the Ioys we love these are the things That makes us fly with our Icariaâ— wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waâ—en 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 to obtain from Earths base treaâ—urâ—â— Le ts scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistriss with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th' unconstant glory of her sickle State Even as the subtle Crocodile prepares Her slatt'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 execute by her tyrannike Laws Even so this World whose Crocodile like eyes Are always slowing wanting no supplies Of gliding tears to wash the rugged faces Of her designs with falsifying graces That so she may by her too smooth delusion Make man the Author of his own confusion Frail slesh and blood how canst thou take delight To love this world that cannot give a mite Of comfort to thee but will still intrap And dayly lull thee in her lustful lap She 'l rock thy Soul to ruine and she 'l spawn Baseness into thee she 'l deceive and fawn Upon thy heart and with her guilded baits She 'l hook thy Soul unto the worst of Fates There 's nothing in her that deserves the name Of constancy her glory is her shame Smile at her tears for every drop she vents Harbors ten thousand thousand discontents Believe her not but when she speaks the best Believe the worst and if she promise rest Assure thy self of trouble if she chance To promise treasure let thy thoughts advance Above her promises contemn her dross For what thou gain'st from her will be thy losâ— Let not her wealthy Donatives perswade Thy heart t' accept when once thou art betray'd There 's no resistance They that well advise Before they act deserve the name of wise But they that study in her frantick Schools May prove her wise men but Heav'ns out-cast fools Ask her the way to Bliss Try if her skill Can give directions ask her if she will Fill thee with blest Eternity conjure Her helpless aid see if she can assure A safety to thee ask her if she can Prescribe a cure for a despairing Man Tell her thy Soul is sick thou canst not live A minute longer see if she can give A Cordial to thee see if she can heal A broken heart see if she can reveal Celestial Joys unto thee and impart A heav'nly comfort to thy grieved heart If so cheer up and prosecute thy mirth And say there is no other Heaven but Earth Do thus fond Man and thou sâ—ale quickly see A bassl'd World that cannot answer thee Bâ—t must be silent for she cannot pleaâ— For her own self she knows she cannot lead The way to Heav'n she 's but a bad Director A base Reliever and a worse Protector Thus shalt thou make her envy swell and burst And like the Basilisk discover'd first She needs must dye but if she should discover Thee first farewell th' art murthet'd by thy lover Then shalt thou heat the Soul amazing tone Of him that sieâ— on his immortal Throne Pronounce against thee at the dreadful day Of thy accounts thus shalt thou hear him say Depart ye cursed off-springs of a father As curst as you avoyd my sight go gather The fruits of your deserts you have forgot The God that made you and I know ye not See if the world within whose folding arms You always slept can quit thee from the harms That must ensue see if her slatt'ring power Can shelter thee from the o'â—â— flowing showre Of my fast dropping rage see if her brest Can entertain thee with eternal rest Begone begone my fury hates to see Such Miscreants had you remember'd me I now had known you had you made me eat When I was forc'd to importune for meat I now would blest you with celestial dyet And crown your Souls with everlasting quiet Had you but quench'd my raging thâ—â—st or gave A single drop that very drop should save Your death-adjudged Souls and you should â—up Abundant comforts from my streaming cup Had you sad sons of vengeance but supply'd My nakedness with garments when I cry'd And call'd upon your charity to send Relieve unto me I had been your friend Or had your more then marble hearts reliev'd M'impris'ned body now ye had not griev'd Had you you world affined Souls addrest Your selves unto me when I was opprest With ling'ring sickness then I would have fed Your Souls
though we feel the bitter taste Oâ— thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile O when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voyce 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 opprest 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 Showre 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 pow'r within my 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 then 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 seeke to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord 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 Kingdom brings Justice Redemption Power and Peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All Praises Honor Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voyce like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Ayr 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 like wise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more then men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly desolate 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 make thy face to 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 hands his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guard him from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judg 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 beautious Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rays 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 dye upright Ejaculat. 82. Sion the glory of the Earth And Subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be â—ounded upon thy Foundation Of all delights I wish no other Then to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease â—â—â—e Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprize 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 â—â— 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 to our sad hearts and bless Our prosp'rous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousands there Do dayly fall before mâ—ne eyes 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
breed a harmony within the sphere Of his blest Soul be circumspect and lay The best foundation hear what Heav'n will say Adams Petition to God Incensed Father of eternal light Permit a darkened Soul t' approach the sight Of thine incomparable eye unmask Thy anger clouded Soul and let me ask Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press My staggâ—ing Soul I know not whom t' address My apostare self unto but only thee Whom I offended Please to pity me I have no pleasing Sacrifice t' attone Thy wrathful Brest except a hearty groan That 's quadrupl'd with grief Oh deign to look Upon the lines of my all-blotted book Although I 'm full of most detested spots Yet Lord I know that thou canst read my blots Oh read them then and let thy mercies run With thy progressive eye I am undone If not forgiven Lord I thee implore To shew some mercy to me thou hast store Discipher all my sins and let them not Bâ—ar record in thy rouls but rest forgot Revoke this act of Death that I may sing Th' admired mercies of so blest a King Oh lift me up that now am thrown below Make not my Soul the Custom-house of woe Oh hear these bitter groans that I have spent And send some comfort from thy Parliament Gods Reply Thou skelleton of baseness hie thee hence Disturb me not return I say from whence Thou cam'st at first thou shalt as soon remove A mountain as my mind I cannot love No nor I will not nothing shall intreat My resolutions for my fury 's great Begone proud Rebel do not think thy prayers Thy vows thy groans thy sighs thy sobs thy tears Shall make my brest their receptacle No How can I be a friend to such a foe Surcease thy importunities let fall Thy high desires I will not hear thee call Thy sins have barr'd my ears I 'le not be won With thy base airy words for thou hast spun The thred of thy destruction therefore wear What thou hast labour'd for and so forbear T' intrench upon my patience 't is in vain To seek for that which thou shalt not obtain And is it thus that Heav'n will not regard My cries Ah me and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him whose tongue affords Nothing but grief involv'd with bitter words Alas alas what greater wo can crowd Into a brest then to be disavow'd By Gods high Voyce whose most enraged breath Darts forth the arrows of eternal death What shall I do Oh whither shall I run To hide my self until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy Oh whither shall I stray If I am silent then my silence turns My thoughts to fire If speak my speech returns Trebbl'd with wo into the brazen Tower Of my sad heart my language has no power To work upon his ears my words Banded and thrown against th' obdurate walls like balls Unyielding brest bounds back again and breaks Into 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 pilate 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 pieces 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 fruits of thy re-pleased Spirit I am thy fabrick oh some pity take Preserve the building for the Builders sake Clothe not thy brow with frowns but let thine eye That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty Reflect upon my sorrows Oh incline 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 in-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 â— 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 darst thou come Before me or be otherwise then dumb Tell me how dat'st thou interrupt my brest I hate to see thee or hear thy Request Audacious wretch what has my Judgments made Thy heart grow peremptory Have I layd 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 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 dost thou 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 controul'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 â—â—uit forbidden but to keep it neat Had not the violation of my Laws Mov'd me to anger thou hadst had no cause T' ave felt the burthen of my weighty stroke Or live thus much subjected to the yoke Of thine own sins most shameful is that loss That 's crown'd with negligence great the cross That 's made with a self-hand and 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 intreat thee to enact his will He has a voyce to tempt and thou an ear Will re-assume the priviledg to hear He has a hand to give and thou another Freely to take thus wouldst thou quickly 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 entertainâ—st hadst than implay'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 Breathe out thy groans unto a sensless 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 hardned 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 fury grow the stronger Avoid my presence for I will no more Give audience to thy voyce then cease t' implore Adams Lamentation Undone undone â— what mountain now will hide My lothed body from the swelling tyde Of raging Vengeance Whither shall I fly T' involve my Soul with true security Stretch stretch my lungs and roar unto the deep To entertain me Oh that I might sleep Within her wavey bowels till the blast Of Heav'ns all-shaking thundring Voyce were past Oh that some rock would hear my sad request And give me burial in her frigid brest Oh that my grief-extended voyce could cleave The solid Earth and make her to receive My wretched limbs Oh that some ranging beast Would prove so courteous to devour and feast Upon my corps Oh that I could contrive A way to live and yet not be alive Ah thus my sorrow-shaken fancy flies And envies at impossibilities I fain would dye but that I have no heart To kill my self and yet I feel a smart Transcending death I see I cannot shun The wrath of Heav'n Ah thus am I undone By my own doing this it is to eat Forbidden fruit Oh most pernicious meat I was too rash and rashly have I taken A deadly fall and falling am forsaken I 'm bruis'd to death and yet I cannot dye Ah what can be so much unblest as I I am inflamed and I dayly drench My Soul with tears and yet I cannot quench My raging fires the more I strive t' asswage And mitigate my pains the more they rage What shall I do or whither shall I go To hide me from this Labyrinth of Wo I am compos'd of sorrow and my veins Instead of blood are fill'd with griping pains Curst be these eyes of mine which have let in The lawless Tyrant of imperious Sin Curst be these lips of mine which at the suit Of my fond wife receiv'd forbidden fruit Curst be these ears that entertain'd the charms Of that inchantress which procur'd my harms Curst be these hands of mine which took and fed My greedy Soul and struck my Conscience dead And now my lips my ears my hands my eyes Must see hear taste and feel my miseries Oh sad condition Since there 's no relief I must be subject to perpetual grief Here we will leave poor Adam in the state Of woe and thus begin to ruminate Are there not many in this tollsom age That meditate themselves into a rage And wonder how a Serpent could express Himself and reason with such readiness Being by nature brute nay and the worst Of living creatures that he should at first Perswade and conquer and instruct his will How to determine both of good and ill It would seem strange if Reason were without Her wings and could not fly above this doubt We may and yet not stain the truth declare It was the work of Satan to ensnare Frail Eve although he was not nam'd at all By Moses in the Hist'ry of the Fall It may not trouble us for we must know The bending Serpent was the Devils bow By which he shot the arrows of his spite Which did Oh grief to speak it fly too right And he that dares so high a Crime to act Though by another needs must own the fact And this our tongues may never cease to tell The Serpent was the Instrument of Hell Tun'd to the Devils voyce thus we may see His fraud his malice and his subtiltie First when he saw he could not over-turn The great Creator he begun to burn With flames of envy lab'ring to invade And so disturb that order God had made In the Creation and to change the features Of his own Image in the best of Creatures That so he may by his too-sooth delusion Make man run headlong to his own confusion Thus having laid the platform of his work He then begun to agitate and lurk For opportunity which was effected As soon nay if not sooner then expected He gave the blow and by that blow he found The weakest vessel had
the weakest sound But yet it strongly eccho'd to the voyce Of his desires and made him love his choyce Even as some bold-fac'd General that dares To storm a well-man'd Town at first prepares A potent Army which he soon sets down Before the Walls of the alarum'd Town He after views the ruine-threatning-Fort Which speaks defiance and begins to sport Their several shots and with a sad delight Ingage each other in a bloody fight Then if the fierce Besiegers once perceive Themselves out-strength'd they think it fit to leave So hot a work and for a little space Desist and fall upon a weaker place Where finding smaller opposition venture With greater courage and at last they enter The yielding Town and cruelly begin To take revenge of them that are within Even so the grim-look'd malice-armed Devil The base-resolved General of Evil Perceiving that he could by no means take The sublime Fort of Heav'n plots how to make A fresh attempt upon a weaker part And so prepares to storm the flexive heart Of unresisting Eve that could not grapple With such a Foe but yielded for an Apple To those most false Alarums which surrounded Her much obedient and soon confounded Her inward parts and gave her Soul a wound Which cannot be by time or art made sound Except the grand Physician please to slake His swelling fury and some pity take Thus are our conquer'd parents sadly left In a deplor'd condition and bereft Of all their comforts they which have enjoy'd The life of happiness are now destroy'd And man his wretched off-spring must be made Sorrows sad heir and Peace must not be said T' inhabit in him Adams actual sin Made ours original for we begin As soon as made to entertain the guests Of Sin and lodg them in our infant-brests Now may our weak and despicable eyes Behold in them our ample miseries Now we may glut the Air with this sad cry The root being dead the branches needs must dye For Adam's gone beyond all humane call Rebellion never ends without a Fall But stay my Muse here let us rest a while Our Journey 's long and 't is not good to toil Too much at first for Reason says 't is best To pause a time and take a little rest Know then kind Reader that my Muse shall meet Thy serious eyes within another sheet The end of the first Book THE SECOND BOOK OF GODS LOVE AND Mans Unworthiness ARe all hopes fled and is there no relief Must man still wander in the shades of grief Will not the eye of Heav'n be pleas'd to shine Upon his Soul but leave him in the brine Of his own sins Is there no warbling voyce Can charm his ears and woo him to rejoyce In being pitiful Will nothing move The much incensed Soul of Heav'n to love Man Map of Misery who can prevail In thy requests or who cut off th' entail Of thy distress 'T is not a writ of Error Can satisfie or guard thee from 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 Judg 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 disery Therefore till heav'n shal please to change the sâ—â— 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 crystal tokens to her smaller friends Even so our God distilleth from above The healing streams of his refreshing love For ah the luster 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 floods 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 fili'd with pity and his eyes Begin to view th' unsatiate 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 furnish'd with relief Oh sudden change That wind which did before Drive wretched man upon the threat'ning shore Of unâ—voyding ruine fills the â—ails Of his desires with milde and prosperous gales The Boreas of his sin does now surcease His full mouth'd blasts and Zâ—phyrâ—â— speaâ—s 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 diety would fill The black-mouth'd concave of my wandring quill With pure celestial Ink that I might write In heav'nly characters and learn t' indite I châ—â—ahs praises in a stile as high As my desires and make the lofty Sky Eccho with Hallelujahs that the Earth May like a Midwife hug the joyful birth Of every word and make each corner ring VVith 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 VVhat shall we be afraid to â—rack and break The chains of silence and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels No let 's call Vpon 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 crown'd with a Heav'n-ravish'd brest O love ineffable Must wretched Man The spawn of baseness and the unmeasur'd span â—f 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 VVill the Sun-gazing Eagle that soars high Descend t'
should withdraw my love from thee How like a Map of well drawn misery Wouldst thou appear Be wise correct thy thoghts 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 Mâ—â—e 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 choose but pity those that lie Upon the beds of sensualliâ—y My melting Soul is always free to give Comfort to them that study how to live Alas the care and trouble that I take â—s more for their content then 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 then I will falsifie my love I am eternal they that will endeavor To gain my love shall have my heart for ever Sou. 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 Biâ—s of my Soul or make me spâ—â—n At holy Writs '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 cheerful or your painted toys â—â—â— sure me to your fist 't is not the darâ— Of your vaâ—â— love can penitrate 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 Intice 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 'T is 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 are strait in which I ought to run The course of grace until my days are done And they that change a virtue for a vice Deserve no fruit from Heav'ns blest Paradise Sat. Surcease those fond conceits thou dost but spin Thine own destructions and connive at sin Urge not the Scriptures for I dare maintain My paths are best and other ways are vain Thy Scripture-conscience will at last confound Th' amazed thoughts and give thy Soul a wound That hates a cure then shalt thou prove unblest Whilst others find the plainest road's the best Suppose thou wert I speak it for thy sake Mov'd by occasions forc'd to undertake A long-way'd journey wouldst thou not enquire The readiest way but run into the mire If thou shouldst act a crime so fouly bad Folly would stile thee fool and Wisdom mad Stray not into the wilderness of grief But come to me take courage and be brief In thy designs perswade thy self that I Am both thy light thy way and best supply In time of need I am thy prop thy stay Therefore resolve and trifle not away Thy thriftless Soul be not thy self-destroyer I 'le be thy Love and thou my Loves enjoyer Know that my real brest contrives no end But what may merit so divine a friend As thine own self Folly and Wisdom lies Before thy face be either fool or wise Protract no time but make a speedy choyce Thy welfare shall instruct me to rejoyce Observe my actions â—â—â—â—â—â— my 〈◊〉 Let 's know each other by exchange of hearts I 'le give thee â—â—â—ne and for my love restore Thine unto me grant this I 'le ask no more Be free to give as I am free to crave Th' adst better live my friend then dye my slave For if thou shalt deny what I desire I 'le make my bellows to advance the fire Of thy distress and sorrows shall corrode Thy stubborn heart and care shall make abode Within thy brest perpetuated grief Shall find a voyce but ramble from relief I 'le gripe thee till I make thee understand The fiery language of my furious hand Sighings and groaning sobs and tears and cries Shall be thy sad Concomitants thine eyes Shall stare upon well may I call them new And horrid lights such lights as shall renew Thy growing torments every thing shall be Thy fellow slaves in servile miserie I 'le yoke thee with distress nay and I 'le chain Thy struggling Soul with everlasting pain I 'le crow'd thee full of sorrows and I 'le double Thy unconceived uncontrouled trouble Whilst I triumphing I will sit aloft And be ador'd and scoff to see thee sâ—offt Pity shall be a stranger to my brest My care shall be to make thy Soul unblest The tydes of woe shall overflow thy thoughts And be equivalent unto thy faults Be sure that what extremity can be Thought worth the using shall be us'd on thee Now I have spoke if thou wilt not repent I 'le cease to speak and study to torment Sou. How full of poyson 's every word that flows Out of thy mouth what trust can I repose In such a flatterer I dare not try Oâ— throw my self upon thy courtesie I know thou canst not answer my request There is no trust in a self-praising brest If I should dive into the deep abyss Of thy black thoughts what glory or what bliss Should I discern Or if I should deliver My heart to thee thou'dst disrespect the giver Though at the first perhaps thou wouldst express A seeming-unbeseeming thankfulness Yet at the last I know thou wouldst decline Thy promis'd ways and stile me to be thine Fair words find easie passage they proceed â—ut from the tongue 〈…〉 crowns the deed Three things denotes a friend first to conceal A secret speech the next is to reveal A private good the last is to advise The safest way t' obtain an enterprise And he that can do this aâ— you pretend Deserves the tiâ—le of a real
most sacred mercies which thy hand 〈◊〉 upon me there is no Command But I have broke vec gracious Lord I know That thy abounding mercies 〈…〉 〈…〉 excelling 〈◊〉 which cannot lie 〈…〉 â—urveying eye With shame I must confess the subtile art Of Satan hath impoysoned my heart Oh I am sick to death I swell I burst Never was any soul so much accurst There 's none but thee thou sacred antidote Can cure my grief be therefore pleas'd to note My sad condition let my sorrows lye Before thy face oh hear me when I cry Grant me the shield of faith that I may stand In opposition to the powerfull hand Oâ— active Satan weaken Lord his powre And add unto my strength Let every hour Afford new mercies mercies that may sail Into my breast ah should my Foc prevail Oh then I perish shorten Lord his chain And lengthen out my patience oh make vaine His fierce attempts that he may feel and see When he is strongest I 'm as strong as he Then shall my lipps extoll thee and proclame The greatness of thy glory and his shame Give but thy grace unto me Lord and then Say what thou wilt my tongue shall say dmen Sat. Let everlasting plagues and horror dwell Within so fit a soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and take An everlasting Lease oh let him make A Tenement of thee dost thou think that I Will here thy prayers oh no I scorn thee fiye Away begon Sou What voyce is this that makes this bold intrusion Into my eares and grumbles out confusion Me thinks I see a storme-portending cloud Bowel'd with thunder and I hear a loud And horrid noise a noyse that would confound A wel-prepared eare to here the sound Who would not quake at such a voyce as this That roares forth Malice with an Emphasis My thoughts are interrupted and amasement Flashes like Lightning through the brittle casement Of my ill-glaâ—ed brest It cannot be The voyce of Heav'n a God so pure as he Hates to be envious malice cannot spring From such a good and love-composed King Although his voyce made terrible oft-times By the addition of mans dayly crimes Thunders against a sinner yet his breath Can take no pleasure in a sinners death Hereafter Lord when malice findes a voyce To speak my understanding shall rejoyce In knowing who it is this heart of mine Shall never quake at any voyce but thine Then let hels deep-mouth'd blood-hound roar thunder I le neither fear nor love nor quake nor wonder For 't is not strange to here a Lyon roare That wants his prey the more he has the more He seeks for more imploying still his power In seeking how and whom he may devour Know therefore Sathan that I am prepar'd To meet thee and I will not be out dar'd T is not thy false malisluous tongue shall tempt My heart to love no nor thy rage exempt My thoghts from heav'n although thy craft stil lurks For opertunity to stop good works When I compose my self and strive â—o pray Thou seek'st to tâ—râ— my thoughts another way Thou great corrupter of Diviner parts Thou watchfull theif that steal'st into the hearts Of silly moâ—tâ—ds think not to devour My armed heart with thy persuing power Will nothing move thee wilt thou still mistrust Sat. If fare means will not move thee foul means must What dost thou think my arm is grown so short It cannot reach thee dost thou think to sport with my commands say thou imperious mite Who gave thee beeing who created light Who made the Heav'ns the earth the sea reply Audacious wretch speak was it thee or I Thou vain contender dost thou think to gain By striving with me any thing but pain Oh no thou shalt not for I le still renue Thy pinching sorrows therefore bid adue To all thy comforts for thou shalt no more Injoy those blessings thou injoyd'st before Oh how thy horrid tongue shall roar and cry With Dives for a drop but no supply Shall dare t' appear the more thou crav'st the less Thou shalt be heard for nothing shall expresse The least of pleasure to thy per boyl'd heart Thy chiefest food shall be perpetuall smart Be well assured that thy eares thy eyes Shall hear nor see nought but extremities Begon begon my fury hates delay Hell and damnation be thy lot away Sou. Experience makes me understand thou art A lively actor of a deadly part I finde the greatnesse of your swelling rage Your Prologue speaks 't would be a bloudy stage If you might act as King but Heav'n prevent The cursed plots of your accurst intent I fear thee not because I know thy powre Is limitted and thou canst not devoure Without commission therefore do thy worst And let thy envie swell untill it burst And sall to nothing my Creator gives Me faith to say that my Redeemer lives And wil protect me from the rage of those That are my known and secret deadly Foes Thy thundring words shal not make me complying For he 's unwise that dyes for fear of dying Thus being guarded with the shield of grace I le spite deffiance in thine impious face Thou art a Lyon and thou seek'st for blood How bad 's that soul that dares to think thee good Urge me no more cashiere thy fruitlesse trouble The more thou striv'st the more I le strive to double My resolutions for I dare not venture To rest my heart on such a bloody center Oh no I dare not he that shal let goe A certain friend for a most certain foe Justly deserves to have no other fame But what reproach can build upon his name Should I permit my rambling thoughts to glance Upon thy love the Plea of Ignorance Could not be prevalent because 't is known Unto the blest-united three in one That I by his assistance have discry'd Thy reall slat'ry and thy humble pride I dare affirm no greater pride can be Then that that 's acted with humility But here I 'le stop and leave thee to inherit Th' effects of a diabolique spirit Sat. Accursed chatâ—ffe dost thou think to scape The fury of my hand or make a rape Upon my goodness no the Sun and Moon Shall stop their usuall progresses as soon As I will change my minde vengeance is mine And I le repay it on that Soul of thine Begon begon expect thy sudden doom It is thy sins give punishment a room Let everlasting Plagues and horror dwell Within so â—it a Soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and so take A still continuing Lease oh let him make A ten'ment of thee dost thou think that I YYill hear thy Prayers oh no I scorn thee sye Away begon Sou If words could kill I had been ere this time Worded to death but now I hope to clime Above the reach of words in thy despight Where thou may'st grumble at me but not bite Even as the surly blood-desiring dog Ty'd with a chain or loaded
with holy mirth I may proclaim how good thou art Open my lips that I may sing Full prayses to my God my King Ejaculation II. 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 weake 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 Reines and heart dost know Then shal our tongues sing forth thy praise And praise thy justice al our dayes Ejaculat. 4. Lord teachus timely how to pray And give us patience to expect Thou hatest sin O guide our way Judge thou our Foes The Just protect Then shal the wicked fall with shame And we will sing that love thy name Ejaculat. 5. Creat 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 voyd the counsels of thâ—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 Forsake 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 Pâ—oâ—â—â—â—se past Restore thou them cut these away Till then let not the Weeds have power To starve or tainâ— 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 unvâ—â—â— 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 thy Nâ—â—â— 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 detest 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 saving voyce Then mayst 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 pleasures 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 Mâ—câ—s 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 Then God and yet with men forlorn Larths 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 Ejaculat. 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 causless Foes Redeem thine Isr'el 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 grard my path Give Patience and with Patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my râ—stless Soul may fly Bâ—â—st be thy Name when I invoke Thâ—u hear'st my suit and send'st supply 〈…〉 or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voyce of thine And shall that voyce not startle me Noâ— stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-â—oâ—e mine ear Thy Voyce 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 lanch my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early â—o implore For I am lost till thoâ— 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 Whil'st 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 â—â—â—ners 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 pâ—ace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot â— â—â— pains without and panâ—s within O thou that art the God of Rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make we 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 ere 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 â—elief 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 feed 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 clinge 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 â—aint 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 â—â—rth 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 not 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 Reâ—ues 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 Concâ—â—â—'d in lust and born in sin Breathe 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 then 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 dayly 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 practise 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 voyd 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
not thy brand Lord in thy Mercy make me thine I have enough showre 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 bows every knee Teach me thy way thy will'â— 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 â—ule and judg 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 bosom reap that light Which thou hast sown for the upright Ejrculat 93. Great God of Wonders that dost ope The Gate of Life to our glad days And found'st a help beyond all those O give us mouths to give thee praise So guide our ways just Judg 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 lep'rous 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 cheerful heart Guide thou ouâ— waâ—s and let us be â—hâ— shâ—â—p where thou the Shepherd â—â—â— â—â—◠〈◊〉 thy â—â—â—th â—â— always sâ—â—e 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 siâ— and born in sorrow Our breath 's a blast our life a Span But here to day and gone to morrow How needful Lord is thy support Our days are bad our time is short Ejaculat. 98. O thou within whose tender brest Full streams of sweet compassion flow Whose Mercies cannot be exprest By Saints above or Men below My Soul shall praise my heart shall bless That goodness 〈…〉 cannot express Ejaculat. 99. Lord every creature writes a Story Of thy full Majesty and Might The contemplâ—tion 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 shouldst 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 wayes 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 pathes Transcend th' expressions of my tongue Instruct my heart to keep thy Laws 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 to 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 untye my stam'ting 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 â—â—int 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 minutâ— speaks their story They have no limits have no bound Ours are the comforts thine the glory And what thy Mercy more displays Thou are contented with our Praise Ejaculat. 111. Surpassing Lord whose mercies have surpast The limits of the worlds expression Whose truth continues â—â—â—me and â—â—st To thy elect and their succession To thee perpetuall 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 darknesse 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 fruitfull 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 here Ejaculat. 114. Great God whose ever-wakefull eye Doth never slumber never close Teach all my dangers to rely Upon thy help there 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 zeâ—l Unto thy house for ever flame Where let my thanks and praise reveal The hidden honor of thy name Let Sions glory still encrease And blesse her wâ—lls with plenteous peace Ejaculat. 116. O God to whom my thoughts direct Their constant hopes and hopefull cryes Let not my soul in vain expect For mercy from such gracious