in such a Pot Plot such a matter Against thy Master Whilst thy sop softens in my platter Who of each dish make thee a taster Hardens thy heart the whilst Iscariot Will nothing serve but sops in blood next meal My Purse my dish Were free To thee What more could'st wish Wretch what thou dost do quickly Run and sell Pensive Disciples when they hear and know it Each fears for one But he that bears The bag is lag perditions Son He is the last that doubts or fears Slow to confess but Oh! how swift to do it Come children take this bread 't is broke for you Much good may 't do you 'T is drest And blest Take it unto you And therewithall my broken body too Come my Disciples here 's an health likewise To you not mee Let it go round Salvations cup's the cup you see Your health is in my bloody wound Think of my blood as oft as ye drink this Your Makers broken Law your bloody sin And bleeding heart Bring mee To see And feel this smart Who would Hell conquer must with death begin My Testament I leave you seal'd in blood You I bequeath When ere I die Full conquest over sin and death With life and peace which by and by I the Testatour by my death make good Pledge mee dear friends this blood was broach'd for you I 'le drink no more Of wine o th' â—ine Till bee'ng got ore I may in Fathers kingdome drink it new Come let 's now sing saith Christ see'ng all my sorrow Is but your Crown Thorns at the breast Make musick when the Spirit 's down Yea sometimes musick of the best Let 's sing to night for I must dye to morrow My Lord then riseth up from whence he sate Whom winds obey And seas With these Disciples may Now see him that he may be gratious WAITE Sure whilst my Saviour SERVES who ever came See'ng him so drest Waiting on all Girt with a Napkin scarce had guest This were the feast of 's Funerall But Marriage Supper rather of the Lamb. After the wine my Lord doth water take Heav'n stoops to meet And bow As low As sinners feet Oh what clean work Christs Blood and Spirit makes Peter thou think'st that I stoop down too low And sai'st I shall N'ere wash thy feet Then canst thou have no part at all In Davids Son nor be made meet I th' new Jerusalems clean streets to go Streets that are pure as gold and clear as glass This Basin is Thy way I say To this fair bliss Israel to Canaan must through Jordan pass Sirs see you what I h've done and do you know it You call me well Say'ng I'm your Lord If I then stoop Oh! never swell If I have wash't your feet afoard You to do likewise Happy if you do it Servants my Livery you must wear is Love This bowl 's my Spirit Which I Now die That you may ' nherit The Lamb goes hence that he may send the Dove Oh may this towell bind your hearts in one My bending down Teach them to bow May pride and sinfull passions drown In this full Basin Men shall know By this that your are mine when I am gone Gone I 'll go too saith Peter Lord I will What are comes on 't Oh no! Not so 'T is a sore brunt Best metall melts when men their Maker kill Nay Lord though all men run I 'll stand by thee Run friends or foes Foes to pursue Or friends to scape the hands of those Poore man I 'll tell thee what 's more true Ere th' Cock crow twice I thrice denied must be Suâ—e Peters courage strangly is come on My Passion lo He did Forbid Now hee 'll dye too Yet when the shepheard dies the sheep will run Let not your hearts be troubled but believe In God and Mee I ride before To see things may in red'ness be Behold I 'll meet you at the door My Fathers house can me and you receive Whither I go ye know and th' way ye know Saith Thomas Nay Lord we Can't see Which is the way For we alas know n't whither thou dost go Thomas I am the true and living way My flesh I gave Knowest thou me A path-way unto Heav'n to pave Cemented with my blood to be So that who walks in me can't go astray Shew us the Father Lord that 's all our bliss Doth Philip say How long Among You must I stay Ere you know me saith Christ why here he is Judas replies but not th' Iscariot Lord How is' t that thou Thy self to us But not unto the world dost shew Thy blessed self revealing thus Why I will do 't to all that keep my word Peace I leave with you my peace I you give Not as the world When here And there You 're test and hurl'd The sweetest calme shall then your hearts relieve Friends if you love me let me go don't grieve me Oh! how your sobs Do antedate My Passion O my pulse vies throbs Oh let my grief in yours abate My fathers arms are ready to receive me Sirs I can't stay to talke yonder 's the Prince The world that swaies O see How hee Doth's legions raise Yet of one single fault can't me convince I am the vine ye branches bring forth fruit My blood 's your sap My blood 's your seed 'T is well for you that others tap The vessell that the vine may bleed The hand that empties me doth you recruit O if you love your selves let me go send That guid to you That shall Ev'n all Ev'n all things shew I h've much to speak which you can't yet attend A little while I disappear Anon I 'm seen agen For to the Father I go say they what may this mean This little while we cannot gather Why Friends when Winter 's over Spring comes on Truth Lord we now believe Ah do you so Just now comes on An houre Whose showre Will make you run Whilst solitary to my grave I go Yet am I not alone O blessed Father Thou' rt with me still Now glorifie Thy Son thy Son when Butchers kill Thy Lamb Oh take me up on high And thine and mine Lord with me to me gatheâ— These are thy stock I kept and did improve them For these I pray And all That shall Their word obey Lord here 's thine own again O keep them love them Then his Disciples forth my Lord doth lead Cedron i th' way Makes me bethink What th' Psalmist of th' Hiâ—h Priest do say He of the brook i th' way shall drink Therefore he shortly shall lift up the head Thence they together to the garden pass Where grew that store That can Fall'n man Make as before Sure my Redeemers RVE'S that herb of grace 'T was in a garden Adam did undo us There grew that fruit Whose bitterness That man for ever might not rue't My Lord did tast and squeeze and press Then from a Garden brings our cure unto us O mount of Olives O
TER TRIA OR THE DOCTRINE OF THE Three Sacred Persons FATHER SON SPIRIT Principall Graces FAITH HOPE LOVE Main Duties PRAYER HEARING and MEDITATION Summarily Digested for the Pleasure and Profit of the Pious and Ingenious Reader By Faithfull Teate Preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk TRIA SUNT OMNIA LONDON Printed for George Sawbridg at the Sign of the Bible on Ludgate Hill 1658. ILLUSTRISSIMO DOMINO D no Henrico Cromwell DIGNISSIMO HIBERNIAE PRAEFECTO SACROSANCTAE INDIVISAEQUE TRINITATIS CULTORI INDIVISO TRIPLICI DIVINAR m GRATIAR m Coronâ ORNATISSmo TRIBUS Que Apprime Christianis OFFICIIS INTEGERRIME DEDITO TRIPLECEM HANC TRIADEM SACROR m POEMAT m CHRISTIANAE DOCTRINAE SUMMAMIN SUMMAE OBSERVANTIAE TESTIMONIUM Humillm. F. T. L. M. D. D. D. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER OFt have I seen Luxuriant Vitious Wit A wanton Rape on a fair Muse commit At once distaining by leud Poetrie The Writers Paper-sheets and Readers Eye And may not I oblige the thrice three Muses Chastly to serve so Sacred thrice three Uses Is the grave Body of Divinity Less Currant for the feet of Poetry Are Truths for being short and sweet less sound Or streames for running smoothly less profound David a Prophet yet in Verse excels 'T was ECCLESIASTES made the Canticles To the Pious and Ingenious Authour of this Tripartite Poem BEfore your triple Poems I admit These Votes made up of Threes may well be writ May Vnderstanding Will and Memory Know Love and hold thy Sacred Poetry May Heav'n be th' fuller Earth the better Hell The thinner by the Truths you write so well May pride of life the lusts of flesh and eye Be poyson'd by these leaves of thine and die If any other three I 'de wish were down 'T is Austria Spain the Pope with ' striple Crown This latter Vote if th' King of Kings would make An Act I 'de willingly the Earth forsake W. Jenkyn Ingenious Reader SOme few mistakes there are of the Printer that unhappyly hurt the Rithme as with these for withall p. 4. l. 11 c. And some the Reason as p. 20. l 8. Wares for Wars c. With some â—seudographies and mispointings which thine Ingenuity will either Correct or not Impute to thy Friend F. T. Ter Tria FATHER THou that begin'st All things begin my veâ—se My words are winde Thy words are works Thou 'lt lightness find Where darkness lurks My Pen and Ink may me not Thee reherse My Pen is but a feather'd vanitie Like mee that write Yet shall this feather If thou 'lt indite Help me flie thither Where Angels wings make â—ens beyond the skie Father mine Inks dark hue presents mine heart Ink's not more dark Ink's not more black One beam one spark Supply this lack Father of Lights now shew thy perfect Art Lord teach me speak and I 'll not hold my peace Which if I should The stones would come Though deaf yet would They not be dumb Break into praises stonie heart for these No man hath seen thee Father but He who Did sometime come Thy Son it was Thy bosom from Thy Looking-glass Hee 's the wise Child that doth his Father know Who else sings Thee sings what he hath not seen My Verse hath feet And fain would run Thy praise to meet But lest the Sun Should hurt weak fight the clouds do interveen Then may I in thy Son thy self discover Sure Hee 's the Mirrour That shews thy face Prevent mine errour Christs flesh like glass A brighter Glory but unseen doth cover Since then I must be silent or begin To sing th' unseen Father of Mercies That set'st the screen Forgive my Verses Oh thou that vail'st their subject vail their sin Father 's a word my child learns first to mutter And thy child too Thy new-born Babe First thing 't can do Is to cry Ab But both come last to know what first they utter Thou art the Father of that Son that made That womb on earth That without Father Did give him birth And might the rather He bee'ng begot where He no Mother had Then shall I call thee Father Lord thy Son Was call'd no less Before his birth Prophets confess He had on earth His children seed and generation Th' Eternall Father call we Thee or rather Thy Child thy Son Born to restore us Thine Holy One Giv'n to us for us I 'll call Thee th' Everlasting Fathers Father All that 's in God is God and needs must bee Thou mad'st mine eye Could'st thou forbear Thy self to spie Or so to rear The blessed Image of thy self in Thee Surely thou could'st no more thy self not view Then Lord not love Thy self when seen From whence thy Dove As hatcht between Thy face and Looking-glass sprung forth and flew Then shall I not beleev Thou' rt One yet Three Father and Son And sacred Spirit That equall run One bliss inherit Lord I 'll believ Thee surely such to bee Yet thou' rt the FATHER still Those sparkling things Are sons of God Those winged flames That flie abroad Thou know'st their names Made without Bodies made all face and wings Faces they have and eyes and tongues with these To see and sing But O their Grace A sixfold wing To ev'ry face Wise happy humble obedientiall Lend's wings dear Dove we lag and lose our traffick Poore short-leg'd Rhymes Verses on foot Reach Seraphims They cannot do 't Lord now if ever make my Muse seraphique Or if I may'nt have wings and so keep sight Of these bright flames Shades of thy glory Yet tell 's their names And tell 's their story And lend's a quill dear Dove and I 'll go write Write Angels Lord 't is done but who are they Servants or sons Subjects or Kings Footstools or Throâ—es Inferiour things Or Principalities What shall I say Sometimes I hear thee call them Elohim Yet they were made These plumed things Are but the shade Of thy bright wings Before whose Sun-shine all these Stars are dim Sometimes 't should seem that they but servants are Or Ministers To wait upon Salvations heirs And guard thy Throne Yet these stand cover'd where thy sons stand bare Servants they are and yet Dominions Each holds his Crown By casting it Most humbly down Before thy feet Father thy Throne 's erected on the Thrones Thousands of thousands of these finite Gods On ev'ry side I mean the Cherubs When thou dost ride Some serv for stirrups And some thou holdest in thy hands for rods Arch-Angels Angels that sixwinged Nation Stand trembling Lord Prest to obey Their Makers word And glad they may By all their running but maintain their station These can't forget that early Funerall These can't forget Those morning-Stars That rose and set Whose inbred wars Blew up themselves But oh their fall Yet Thou' rt the FATHER still these Absoloms Their beeings had And beauties Lord But not theit trade Nor Traitours sword From Thee from whom All good and only comes How came these then to fall 't
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness hâ—ve a worse â—hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r â—yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burnâ— Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speakâ— Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall Dâ—wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'â— Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Makâ—s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And yâ—â— let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too â—ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Addâ—r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid
multifarious Creeping Creatures Whose food is various As their features Cry still to God Our FATHER spread our Table Father to Live thy Gift alone can bee Earth's cold and dead And cannot give To what it bred To breath or live Surely the fountain of all Life 's with thee This spacious House thus built and furnisht so Come let 's convey Our Image just Did th' Father say To breathing dust Leaving our likeness to keep House below Then was clay stamp'd by Act of Parliament With God's bright face A Creature Crown'd Wish Life and Grace Heav'n-born Heav'n-bound Of upright aspect of Divine descent Father thy foot-steps we may find and gather All other-where But in this creature Thy face shines clear Witness his feature Who reads mans face may quickly spell his Father Said I one may my God I should have said One might have done But things fall cross Flesh turns to stone Pure gold to dross Silver degenerates to dirt and lead Said I there is I should have said there was My God! there was Thy countenance So in his face That ev'ry glance The shining Sun in brightness did surpass Father this walking talking Plant was Hee Whom thou didst love Whom thou didst prize All Plants above Thy Paradise Thou soon didst quit when thou hadst lost this Tree From th' side whereof a female plant did spring A splended pair Now th' Earth begins T' outshine the Ayr Where Heavens bright twins The Sun and Moon their Light as tribute bring Woman to man's a gift of Gods own giving That man alone No more might be Yet as much one And one with thee A gift endors'd with Doners Name the living This Royall consort to compleat mans joy Thou God of Union Didst well provide For chast Communion As his dear Bride Whom thou hast crown'd on Earth as thy Vice-Roy So th' little world with greatest work and skill Was fram'd at last And being the best Its grace was past To rule the rest Nothing 's forbidden but its knowing ill Upon thy foot-stool thou hadst built a Throne For man to sit My God at thine And at his feet Thou didst consigne All other things in due subjection Thou gav'st him Life 't was fit should'st give him Law His fear did fall By thy command On Creatures All In Sea and Land He standing only in his Fathers Awe His Diadem was bright Intelligence Wisdom in full Whose ev'ry spark Makes Diamonds dull And Gems look dark His Ermine Robe was purest Innocence A Rationall-Plant-Animal was he Could vegetate Could Move and walk Could contemplate Discourse and talk Fair Issue of the Blessed Trinity Parents own Picture wise just holy Son Thou mad'st that star His Heart to be Triangular Yet one with thee Who art the Ever-blessed Three in One. That Instruments Three Strings thou God Trin-Unc Th' Intellect Will And Memory Did'st Wisdoms skill And Sanctity And Righteouâ—ness give charge to keep in Tune And Oh! What rare and ravishing content My God did take Till on a day A fall did crack spoiling his play The strings together with the Instrumenc But oh what tongue what pen what prose what verse What tears what cryes What melting moanes What sobs what fight What piercing groanes Can mans so suddain so sad fall reherse Of late a most compleat and upright Piece My God did frame Of crooked bone But th' Serpent came When God was gone And wound his work to greater crookedness Wound out of Heaven but into Paradise In a Friends guise That cankerd Devil By fallacies Drew Eve to evil And thus the Mother of all living dies Man being thus on th' one side mortified How quickly doth The Gangrene spread Infecting both The heart and head Thus Adam liv'd and reign'd rebelld and died Down comes the Son by leaping Fathers hedge An Apple there As some do gather But a choak-Pear As I think rather Did tempt him Oh my teeth are yet on edge O fruit Death was thy fruit thy gall thy foot Mee thinks I tast With all my bread Which makes me hast Unto the dead Thou bredst that worm that kill'd me in my root Which bee'ng once wither'd root and branch did fall With such aweight Made the earth to groan From such an height Man fell upon The inferiour creatures and so crusht them all These subjects thus opprest soon take up Arms ' Gainst Rebell-Man Heav'ns deputie Who first begun to mutinie Against his Sov'raign to revenge their Harms For sin that made man Naked Arm'd the Earth So poor man scrambles In sweat and blood ' Midst thorns and Brambles For sorry food Till's Dust turns thither whence it had its Birth Now the Earth that sometimes own'd him for its King Makes him Distrain With plow or spade For every grain Or 't can't be had That wont of'ts own Accord its Tribute bring Man having broke Gods Peace all turns to strife ' Gainst his Creatour Ev'n Dogs proclaime Fal'n man a Traitour A two edg'd Flame Cries Come not Rebell near this Tree of Life Besides these wares without that worm doth gnaw Mans in most soul A worm late breeding O th' fruit he stole Whereof man feeding Became as broken as his Makers Law Yet thou' rt the FATHER these mourning Verses Do prove thee so Mans miseries The Creatures wo And all their cries Plainly proclaime thee FATHER of all mercies Thy Providence and Patience towards man Do seem to strive O blessed strife Who shall reprieve The Traitours life By lenghthening out his poor contracted span Though man made so much hast to stir thine ire Yet thou art slow My God thou art I find it so Thou melt'st mine heart With burning Coles but of another fire Thine En'my hungers and thou giv'st him food Thine En'my thirsts Thou giv'st him drink Oh! mine heart bursts Oh! Who would think Man were so bad that sees his God so good Father Thou mak'st thy Sun still shine on those That lowr on thee And when Heav'n lowers 'T is love we see For fruitfull showrs Thou makest then to fall on thankless foes Man what art made of Dost not feel that Sun Dissolve the Ice But thou art Clay Th'harder for this Yet showrs we say Soften the hardned Clay But thou art stone Father When man had ceas'd thy sonne to be And turn'd thy foe Yet didst thou not Desert him so Nor hast forgot To set thy child though batter'd on thy knee When man first stript himself and shew'd his shame Cloaths from the Backs Of Beasts less wild Mans FATHER takes To dress his Child Man lost his Robe and Beasts must bear the blame Could I to cloath a Foe thus strip a Friend My God! My God! What have these done And yet thy Rod Due to thy Son Falls on these servants backs that never find Thus Man 's both fed and clad at thine expence Kept at thy charge Yet keeps it not But lives at large As having got His force to fight thee from thy Providence Heaps upon Heaps One load upon another God gives
of all my pleasure all my love From Egypt call'd th' baptismall sea be'ng crost My Lord sets foot In hast On th' wast Heav'n drives him to 't To learn i th' desart how to seek the lost Now with the Lion doth the Lamb converse God sends his Child His hand to lay Upon these Beasts that are most wild Till he hath taught them to obey Tygres Wolves Leopards Beasts most fell and fierce My Lord 's sent thither sure to learn to tame Mans brutish heart More wild Less mild By dear bought art â—o turn the Savage sinner to a Lamb. The firie Serpent of the Wilderness Finding Christ there Doth spit and bite But th' Brazen Serpents hard and clear Scorning the tempters craft and spight The Bullet's batt'red but not the fortress Our Lord now learns to fast that we might feast And to be tempted That wee Might bee Thereby exempted Or succour'd so as still to have the best If thou be th' Christ this Stone to Bread convert Why foole the Stone Which thou wouldst move Is Bread already or there 's none My Lord was hungry for my love Yet hee 's the strength'ning Bread of poor mans heart Taking this Rock thence to a Mountain high Saith Satan See If thou Wilt bow And worship me Those Kingdoms all I 'le give thee instantly Why foole Must th' Son buy freedome of a slave Hark how thy Chain Doth clatter at Thine heel My Lord was born to raign An Universall Monarchs state To him long since Heav'ns Letters Pattents gave To th'Temples Pinacle the Churches Head Is hurried next Bee'ng there I heare Hell took a Text The Wolf by preaching would the Lamb preach dead Jump down 'T is written th'Angels shall thee catch Say th'Tempters lips And that he might Perswade my Lord to leap he skips Those words should set his Doctrine right Angels our wayes 't is not our Trespass watch Thy neck-verse found in reading dost thou Falter Yet seem to preach For thee Can be No Clergy Wretch Thus Haman sometime handsel'd his own halter The tempter bee'ng at last turn'd off the Ladder My Lord sits still Be'ng firmer stone Then th'wrestling-place the Pinacle From whence he threw bold Satan down Then th' Angels bring a Chariot from his Father This chosen vessell these temptations season Now he 'll begin To preach In each Place he comes in BELIEV'S his doctrine MIRACLES his reason Yet who makes USE for ev'ry tribe but one This great High Priest ' Mongst all doth get Whom very near his sacred breast As precious jewels he may set And of this twelve one's but a Bristow stone For his first proof Christ water turns to wine At th' marriage-feast O pure Sirs sure It may be guest You to your wedding did invite the Vine If this free vine doth yield so rich a store Who can express What plenty shall Flow from thy cross my God thy press When they have bruis'd thy clusters all May this Vines blood be my wine evermore Well done for th' first Canst do 't again Lord do it Convert my Verse To thine Own wine My water-terse Renew thy miracle upon thy Poet. Soon after to his temple goes my God His house of Pray'r Where th' sheep and dove Are sold as if there were a fair But where is innocence and love 'T is time Lord in thine house to use thy rod. Doth av'rice with thy temple make thus bold The next step hence That we Shall see This sinne commence The temple of thy body must be sold To seek the sun-shine comes a man by night Hav'ng seen the things My Lord had wrought Heav'ns mysteries my Lord forth brings But finds the teacher how untaught Night's most within but Christ turns all to light After this Fountain thirsting seek a well But finds a ditch Within With sinne All foul the which He searcheth first doth all her doings tell Then by revealing her himself reveal To be the Christ Samaria finds What blind Jerus'lem sought and mist Thou' rt Christ to all kindreds and kinds That by believing set to thee their seal Then say's Disciples Master eat we pray But he had got A meat To eat Which they knew not For he 'd gone eating working all the day Bee'ng thence return'd again to Galile A Noble man For 's dying son Begs a Reprieve of 's Soveraign The man beleev'd it should be done And what he first beleev'd did quickly see Happy that Son whom Gods Son quickeneth More noble sure He is For this Ev'n for his care Bee'ng thus by th' Prince of life repriev'd from death Then to Bethesda's Pool Salvations Well Carries a cure And gives't away The Jews this carriage can't endure But think Christ hurts the Sabath Day Whilst he poore man for whom 't was made doth heale Is there no cure my God for unbelief ' Mongst all thine art Doth there Appear None to impart To this disease a suitable relief My Lord invites five thousand to a feast No store of dishes Bee'ng drest or cook'd That by five loves and two small fishes Their unbelief might all be chok'd Whilst in their mouths their meat 's so much increast Yet â—â—e next day as if they 'd ne'r been fed These very men Do fret And whet Their teeth agen Not to feed on but to back-bite Heav'ns Bread After The man born blind to sight 's restor'd By paste of clay Surely I shou'd Have blinded seeing-eyes that way Bee'ng so far Lord from doing good Yet Jews in these new eyes can't see the Lord. Thou tak'st a living mon'ment from a grave Thy foes may see The dead Raised Yet they 'd kill thee Oh my deare Lord what sign would sinners have Devils are all cast out but unbelief Dead Palsies too Receive their cure But Oh Dead hearts what aileth you That you do more and more obdure Not miracles but blood must cure this grief Ah! My dear Lord the wither'd hand is heal'd And yet the hand Of faith Who hath Jews still withstand And after all to whom's thine arm reveal'd Feavers are quench'd yet fury burns amain Issues of blood Are stanched quite All evils but their spleen find good And th' bloody issues of their spite Oh! how Jews hate the good Samaritan Do Pharises wash oft Ah! they have need Leperds do clear But then These men The liv'ry wear Gebazi's curse is on them and their seed Who cures their Phrensies can't their rage allay They contradict The tongue that taught The dumb to speak yea when convict By the strang cures my Saviour wrought In Falling-sicknesses yet fall away Creeples get legs yet mans opinions halt Who thou shouldst be One while They smile Then lowre on thee But thou art still the same Lord where 's the fault For thy good works their heardned hearts do stone thee Sure it displeases That they have health And that thou carri'st their diseases Scatt'ring amongst thy poor the wealth My God ev'n of thine own how few do own thee Oh! how they daily carpe at righteousness
need it should be done How they to make me like themselves devise I and they wink They see Not mee And so they think I can't see them although I made their eyes Others for spight spit on my blessed face Which Moses and Elias too Did once i th' mount admiring stand Transfigur'd then disfigur'd now How men bespatter Gods own looking-glass These pot sheards then their potter smite with rods My white and ruddy These foes With blows Make black and bloody I 'm box'd by slaves who rule among the Gods Then prophesie who smote thee some do cry Alas who not Yet I 'll impart Me for my seed my Father smote But never did mine own clean heart Scorners go read Isaiah's Prophesie He did esteem me stricken of my God That stripes on me My smart Of heart Mans cure might be Man did the fault and I must feel the rod. Peter I doubt thy courage will soon coole At that same fire Th' Ague'll come on Satan to sift thee did desire Now Peter prove thee rock and stone My dear Disciple do n't deny my schoole Oh! at first charge I see my Champion's laid The shield the shield Of faith He hath Near lost this shield Who play'd the man ' mongst men fals by a maid Whom flesh and blood reveal'd not flesh and blood Can teach deny Ev'n his dear Lord Constant to 's own unconstancy Ev'n as if this had been his word I will deny not dye to this he stood Oh! my poor fisher's caught the second time I said abide In me O ye Will quickly slide But now it seems to bâ— of me 's a crime Then others cry this man 's of Nazareth He by and by With cu sing doth Me thaâ— havâ— born his curse deny 〈…〉 eâ—rs 〈◊〉 â—nowâ— not what he know'th Peter they say they smell thee by thy breath To be of me Oh! that I could so say Sirs don't you hear The man Can ban Can curse and swear That he 's of me Sirs doth such speech bewray Surely you know my speech no more then me Peter denies His Christ so crew The Bird that wakes the sleepers eyes I lookt on Peter then he knew The Cock his Masters Monitour to be Peter thus finding all crow over him Runs forth to weep His soul Now foule To wrinse and steep Ev'n in a spring-ride of salt teares to swim I have deni'd my Lord my Lord that 's dying I have deni'd My Lord my Lord Whom I confest profest bee'ng tried I have renounc'd his and my word My Lord that bought me I have been denying Now his hot fit 's come on My Christ when ever Through thou know'st what Thee I Deny In word or thought Oh! give me Peters sweat in Peters feaver By this time is my dooms daies dawning come Their rightfull King Jewes having bound Before an alien Judge do bring That guilt i th' guiltless might be found Butchers object but I the Lamb lye dumb Herod and Pontius Pilate Gentiles Jewes Counsell and plot I am The Lambe Must go to pot Satan is at mine heel which he will bruise Who art and what is truth Pilate enquires Bee'ng strange to both I find it so Yet to my blood shed lag and loath Whilst mine own people raging go To burn King Davids branch with Gentile fires Take him your selves saith Pilate Jewish men Ease your own grudge Say they We may No man adjudge To death Our Scepter 's gone Where 's Shiloh then See you your wants not what ye have O yee Why Shiloh's come My white and ruddy This wine and milk though I be dumb Speaks it this innocence thus bloody This is your Shiloh's garment can't you see 'T is not so long O thou my city since Hosannahs cried In thee To mee Me testified Thy people gath'ring round about their Prince 'T is not so long since I did bind my fole Mine Asses Colt Unto my vine To thee Jerus'lem now revolt That I might wash my weeds in wine Whilst to the death I 'm pouring out my soul Judas meanwhile consid'ring all that 's done Through his foul sinne Relents Repents And brings agen That dung-hill dirt for which he sold the Sun For 's thirty pieces thirty thousand woes Oppress his heart Then to his Priest I 've sinn'd and th' innocent must smart The wretch bee'ng shriven so confest See thou to that say th' Priests see thou to those Oh! to what lead doth ill-got silver turn Judas can't bear The weight Of it Yet 't was his dear Oh! take 't agen My fingers burn they burn Into the treas'ry this they dare not cast Oh! 't is not good Poor men they dare not Oh! 't is the price the price of blood And yet to spill that blood they spare not Thus Gnats do stick whilst Camels go down fast They take the money first and then dispute Wheth'r 't should be so Mean while The vile Traitour doth go Bee'ng self-condemn'd himself to execute A bloody piece of Charitie 's the end The Potters field That strangers might Be buri'd there to buy they yield Not burying there their own strange spite Thus kind to strangers whilst they kill their friend Mean while me at a godly price men hold Hereto it 's come One field Can yield As great a summe As doth the Maker of the world when sold Now th' Judge of all stands bound at Pilats bar Great God is tried For 's life by man Yet by this stranger justified Say mine own people what they can Hurried to Herâ—d next and 's men of war Herod forsooth would see a miracle And doth whilst I Sustain Disdain So patiently Who could scoule these proud scorners quick to Hell In white and splendid rayment then from thence I 'm re-convey'd To my first judg 'Twixt whom and Herod peace is made They in my blood can sink their grudge Wearing the type of my cleare innocence Saith Pilate see nor I nor Herod can His crime discry Why he Should be Condemn'd to dye Will you this feast that I release this man Take him and scourge him scourge him as you list Oh! What I feel My God what lashes Think you my back is stone or steel Like your hard hearts O gage these gashes And spare your rod or tell me wherefore is' t Yet doth mine hand still sway that iron-rod Wherewith I can All those My foes Ev'n as one man In pieces break and make them know I 'm God Who would have thought all government were laid Upon these shoulders Thus rent and torn By cruell stripes yet they 're th' upholders Whereon both globes o th' world are born A load that 's light to th'stripes of them that strai'd I am the fruitfull field now plow'd in furrows That ev'ry sinne Might have Its grave To wither in I am the rock these holes are sinners burrows Princes whilest under Paedagogues they bee Can stand and see When they 've transgrest Subâ—ects whipt for 't why Pilate mee Thou 'st innocent and king confest Yet for my peoples
be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
what they bee That there he saw This only can I say that there Crowns Scepters all enameld were With Grace and Peace with Faith and Fear With Love and Awe True Hope though pleasant yet is gracious Not light though lightsome Not audacious Though bold though joyous not salacious Merry not vain Hope can rejoyce but never rant Allwaies feeds high but revell can't Chast Scripture comforts that provant Doth Hope sustain The word whereon I hope doth urge Pureness the fire wherein I forge The Anchor of mine Hope doth purge My dross my â—in That Hope makes not asham'd but sure The bottom's rock and shall endure That makes me strive as God is pure To purge my sin True Hope 's a Jacobs staff indeed True Hope is no Egyptian reed That springs from mire or else can feed On dirt or mud By Hope just men and sanctified i th' Ocean safe at Anchor ride Fearless of wrack by wind or tide By ebb or flood Hope 's the top-window of that ark Where all Gods Noahs do imbark Hope le ts in skie-light else how dark Were such a season But wouldst not be engulf'd or drown'd When storms and tempests gather round Ere thou canst Anchor try the ground Hope must have reason Hopes Anchor-hold can not be good Where th' bottom's all or only mud Shall th'Sinner in his Native-blood To Hope pretend Or th' Hypocrite strengthen his mast Who boldly doth Hopes Anchor cast On 's sandy bottom when at last Heav'ns storms descend ' Wâ—re Cob-web-Hopes when God shall come With 's besome of impartiall doom To sweep mans heart that inner room Shall they stand sure Oft have I seen a branch in spring Rent from the root yet blossoming As 't were some Hopefull growing thing But can't endure He that is at the pains and cost To plant and water it next frost Is like to see his labour lost And hope to perish Surely 't will pose all skill and art But only his that can convert This lively Hope in a dead Heart To plant and cherish And where there 's but a name to live Though for a season Hope seems thrive When such give up the Ghost they give Their Hopes up too Good Hopes through grace And whosoever Part Righteousness from Hope endeavour The Helmet from the Brestplate sever Which who would do But let what waters will assaile The Hope o th' righteous cannot faile Whose Anchor 's cast within the vaile Till th' flood asswages His Hope 's no Lott'ry hit or miss But an Inheritance it is Christ is in him the Hope of Bliss That rock of ages Mine eyes are unto Sion-hill Longing in Hope yet waiting still For he that shall will come and will Not alwayes linger Therefore in Hope will I rejoyce Yea when the floods lift up their voice When Seas shall roare to drown their noise I 'll turn a singer I 'll turn a singer and my song Shall be by book lest I go wrong For I h've not skill'd of musick long Or holy mirth Weeping into the world I came Bringing a world of sin and shame Bearing the first Apostates blame Ev'n at my birth The fruit old Adam and his Eve Did so long since together thieve Wringing my mother made us grieve And groan together And as I thus did weeping come Out of one grave I mean the womb My face was tow'rds a deader Tomb And I bound thither My life was but a Bondage through The fear of death that fatall slough But lively Hope forbids me now All slavish fears Oft have I been contemplating Of death that melancholick thing Weeping till Hope hath made me sing Drying my tears Author and rock of all my Hope That hast deaths prison-doors broke ope So fastning to Faiths Cable-rope Hopes Anchor strong What though I sail through foaming Seas Billows are Pillows Beds of ease Deaths blast rocks me asleep in these Waiting erelong At thy shrill suddain voice to rise And rub deaths dust out of mine eyes When death shall have disgorg'd its prize Safe on the shore Then hold my rudder in thine hand Who put to Sea at thy command Till I may make some new-found land Oh! help me ore I need not want an anchor Lord With wood and iron bee'ng so stor'd With what thy Cross and Nailes affoard Had I but skill Anchors I see by th' Forgers art Have both a strait and bending part Hope strengthens yet it bows the heart To wait Gods Will. The Scripture saith that tribulation And 't is a strange Concatenation Works patience as if vexation Did make more quiet And Patience works Experience Experience Hope Yet Patience I 'm sure doth live on Hopes expense For daily diet Thus have I seen the Grand-Childs purse For the Grand-Siers support disburse Thus Hope doth Patience feed and nurse Patience again Doth tutor Hope and teach it know All points of Heavenly Courtship How To wait on God to bend to bow To bear his train To follow him in all his wayes And so to hold ev'n all its dayes Seeking that honour glory praise That God shall give Patience of Hope makes Heaven smile To see the troden Camomile Whilst underfoot spring up the while And the more thrive When death comes with his leaden foot Hoping to crush mine Hope i th' root The utmost hurt that death can do 't Is but to make Mine Hope grow up into fruition Whilest Faith 's translated into vision Mending thereby my souls condition Doubling my stake What though mine Haven Heaven lye Beyond the dead Sea what though I Decease mine Hope shall never dye Never decay What though I walk through th' vale of tears Hope is a staff that ever bears Hope is a rod chasing my fears Guiding my way What though revengfull Papists burne Dear Bucers bones still Hope 's his urne Till's ashes to a Phaenix turne And live afresh What though deaths scorching flames presume To turn my moisture to dry fume My soul shall one day reassume Calcined flesh Therefore my dying tongue shall sing Yea ev'n my flesh that fading thing Shall rest in Hope for that day-spring All th' night of death And when I lay my weary head And bones i th' grave as in a bed Let not the mourner say he 's dead But slumbereth Yet bonie death sometimes looks in Bringing a list of all my sin Pinching mine Hope till it looks thin And 's like to dye Death in my very face doth stare So gastly as if 't meant to scare And fright mine Hope into despaire While sin stands by Ah Conscience Conscience when I look Into thy Register thy Book What corner of my heart what nook Stands clear of sin And though my skin feels soft and sleek Scarce can I touch my chin and cheek But I can feel deaths jaw-bone prick Ev'n through my skin Yet why art thus cast down my soul Hope still in God and on him roule If Heaven smile what though death scoule And Conscience loure A Book of my dear Christs I have By
which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich â—id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boyâ—'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a pâ—int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not
hue To dusty beauties bid adiew To dusty beauties that have marr'd your eyes Ah my dear God! that wit were wise It cuts mine heart to see much silken wit And snares and halters made of it Halters to th' owners snares to th'passers by How fast loose wit can wantons tie And stake them down till first the lover burns In heart and then in Hell by turns But say his Love be chast And shee a flow'r All 's next to nothing the next hour 'T is kill'd with kindness dies when complemented And soonest fades when 't is most sented Whose Muse doth dress his Mistriss hangs a Verse To day upon to morrows Herse Friends must be then call'd in to have away What wanton wit adores to day Skin-beauty's but a Sodom-apple just When crusht it turns to stench and dust The wanton world complains their Love is blind And I must needs be of their mind Whilst for such walking shades they cannot see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Yet thou art faire Beyond compare Had I a wit and had I grace I 'd bring My Saviour an enamel'd ring A ring whose Posie should be this alone Stars get ye gone the Sun hath shone Stars I mean glow-worms earthen beauties which i th' dark do sparkle in a ditch And fools mistake for Stars ill touch informs And proves them to be sillie worms But Lord my Muse unworthy is to bear The shoes that thy fair feet do wear Fairer for bee'ng so swift swift to shed blood Their own I mean to do me good How fair 's thy face then may I Lord one day Have leave to see though none can say How fair it is My dear the Sun 's a Clod To thy bright face fair Son of God! Wherein still fresh and fresh together growes With vallies Lillie Sharons Rose A rose that ne'r bare prickles of its own Yet sinners thorns did Saviour crown And shall I Love my Champion less for scars He gat in waging of my wars Thy bruises are but beauty spots my dear That make thy Love more fair appear Who loves for fleshly gloss and silken skin May find a Serpent oft within But thy deep wounds Lord prove thee that thou art All Lovely to thy very heart Beauty thus deep Will hold and keep Or is it Knowledg Learning Science art That takes the more ingenious heart Come bookish man and sit a while down here Till thou hast read my dearest dear What 's that that 's printed in his hands and feet The print is plain man dost not see 't A mystery that learned flesh and blood Never taught yet nor understood I h've sometime stood and wondred at the Owles How they should prove Minerva's Foules But since have learnt that learning 's blind as Love Till both be tutour'd from above Oh what a Dungeon is the mind of man Let Pallas paint it what she can Some would not be such fools but that they 're wise And might see better but for eyes Lord shall I Love to know and not know thee In whom all wisdoms treasures bee Great Magazine I whose wisdom's infinite Give me that Panoplie of light An Epictetus or an Antonine i th' dark may make a shift to shine But being by thy Sun-light understood Alas my God prove putrid wood Shall ventrous Students ev'ry Toads-head look For Pearls of knowledge And thy book Thy works lye by unlov'd unlook'd into Thy Pupills th' Angels don't so do But help their sight By Gospell-light Or do I Love for likeness Ah my dear Whose Image was 't I first did bear Whilst yet I stood in Primitive perfection Lord what was I but thy reflexion So like thee that thy self thou couldst not Love But Love me too Nor could I move Thy Love from me till I thy likeness lost Thine Image bee'ng sin-slur'd and crost But now I 'm hatefull grown and hating too Alas my God what shall I do To Love thee and to be belov'd of thee My Lord thy Love preventeth mee For since the ground of liking likeness is Rather then my poor Love thou'dst miss Since cursed sin made man unlike his maker God of mans likeness was partaker When sin to mans undoing had undone Gods Image God next sent his Son In likeness of poor sinfull flesh thereby Condemning sin i th' flesh to dye My God was hungry thirsty naked poor In fears in tears in sweat in gore Was tempted was betrai'd forsaken sold Was captivated kept in hold Was judg'd condemn'd was kill'd was buri'd then That he and I might rise agen In one Divine and sweet similitude And Love in likeness be renew'd And can I yet Thy Love forget Or do I Love for consanguinity For nearness and relation why For me Christ took and shed that Blood of his And do I ask how near he is My Lord is much more mine then I mine own My Lord was mine when I was none My Lord when I was lost and gone astray Was both my Shepheard and my Way Surely my Lord and I are near skin Ere since my Saviour was made SIN Forme and I made RIGHTEOVSNESS in him He is my head and I a limb He is the Vine and I the branch the root Whereof I am a slip or shoot Of my salvation he the captain is And I am a reprize of his He is my Father I his seed nay he In travaile of his soul bare me My brother too born for adversity The Joseph of the family He is my Maker yet mine husband too This Potter me his clay did wooe And rather then he 'd miss the match did make Him a clay-body for my sake Ev'n all men Love their own and shall I not Help Lord and I will knit the knot In full acceptance of thy free donation Clasp hearts and hands in sweet relation Lord thou art mine Make me more thine Or do I Love for suitable supplies To all my wants sure I want eyes Or I could not want Love my Lord to thee In whom all blessings treasur'd bee O that my drop into a Sea could swell Of Love to him in whom doth dwell All fullness as in bank or house of store Ev'n Grace and Bliss for evermore Thine bee'ng once asked if they would away O whither shall we go said they The words of life eternall Lord thou hast And that 's a stock can never wast Goodness is all contracted in thy face As Sun-beams in a burning-glass Oh that I lay in some directer line That I might burn whilst thou dost shine Am I a sinner thou' rt a propitiation I h've wrought confusion thou salvation I h've purchas'd death both for my self and thee But thou to life hast ransom'd mee As God thou seest as man thou feel'st my grief As both thou' rt suitable relief My Creditour and yet my Surety too Paying and pard'ning what I owe. Creatures are Cisterns leaking vessels they Cannot supply themselves one day And me much less My springs are all above My light my life Why not my Love
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to