is like his Majesty And there doth Intercession make For all whose Sins he bare And will not cease his glorious Work Until they with him are Our Ark of Love which saves thy Dove Thou art O Lord most strong When delug'd all the World beside Thâ—â—â—â—â—'dst thy Church 〈◊〉 Our Jacob's Ladder by which God Doth friendly visit us And we ascend upon the same Immanuel God with us Our Isaac art who bore the Cross And felt the sharpned Sword In whom the Nations all are blest According to thy Word Our blessed Joseph who was sent From Canaan heavenly Unto the Egypt of this World For Food we might not die Our fiery cloudy Pillar art In this dark Wilderness Our Joshua doth us conduct Unto the Land of Rest Our Rock of Ages Lord thou art Smote both by God and Man The Emanation of thy Blood And Streams were seen by John Our feasting Passover also The spotless Lamb was slain The sprinkling of the Soul by Blood Prevents a sinful Reign Our brazen Serpent we behold Whenever stung with Sin From that Disease deliver'd are Which else would end in Hell Our Jubilee accepted Year Was the Year of thy Death We heard the Gospel-Trumpet sound True Joy and free from Wrath. Our Mercy-Seat and Throne of Grace The great Propitiatory From which the Father kindly speaks Poor Sinners here is Glory The Mercy-Seat above the Ark And Tables of the Law Did figure Mercy triumphing O'er Justice which we saw The Altar Priest and Sacrifice As Priest both Man and God As Altar God who sanctifies As Man the Offering's good The rich and holy Vail thou art Thy Body's Vail was rent So we into the holy Place May have a free ascent The Manna in the Wilderness Tho called Angels Food Is far unlike that feeds the Soul The Gospel-Feast is Blood Which here below we feed upon In this sad Wilderness But when once got to Canaan's Land We feed no more as thus Yet as the Jew could not forget The Manna Miracle No more can Saints forget in Bliss God's Wonders there to tell Our Shiloh and safe Maker art And Jacob's Star also The Laver where poor Lepers wash And blessed Fountain too That 's opened for Jerusalem And Judah's Guilt to wash And all the Gentiles that repair To him for Righteousness The Shew-bread Table did hold forth In God's House is no want The Lord is alway with his Flock His Table is not scant Our Altar of Perfume O Lord And golden Censor art The Cloud of spiced Incense sweet Perfumes the Mercy-seat O Lord our Sin and Peace-off'ring Jonah cast in the Sea To still the Storm of Wrath Divine Man in it may not lie Our Temple Tabernacle true Which God did pitch not Man The Godhead dwelt in humane Flesh Is the Temple I mean Our Joshua and dear Saviour Who wore our Rags of Sin And we his Robes of Righteousness So brought unto the King And now the filthy Garment's gone And chang'd with Raiment new The long and spotless Robe of Christ Now what can Satan do Thou art our great Zerubbabel A spiritual Temple makes The Temple of the living God In Men Christ undertakes To build tho greatly opposed By Mountain Enemies He that laid the Foundation-stone The Top-stone he will raise And finish Grace where it 's begun In spite of all our Foes That you may all ever ascribe To him Grace Glory Praise Our Sampson art who slew by Death More than when living was The strangest way of conquering Is dying on a Cross Who took from Satan's Kingdom great The Gates thereof away And led Captivity captive In his triumphing Day Our spotless Lamb both God and Man Was foreordain'd to die To take off Sin and Death's great Sting Bring Immortality The slain and living Goat thou art As slain the Mercy-seat Is still with Blood besprinkled As living dost intreat And interceed continually This is the Incense sweet That like a Cloud in sweet Perfume Is round the Mercy-seat The Goat on which our Sins are laid Iniquities confess And carried out of Memory Lost in the Wilderness And far removed as East from West Drown'd in his bloody Sea Behind his Back they all are cast And blots them out most free He is the great Melchisedeck Without Beginning End As Man no Sire no Mother as God The Type he did transcend A King of Peace and Priest most high Who offer'd once for all Not for his own but others Sins Himself not Beasts did fall The Peoples Covenant thou art In Substance Person Name And hence art called Immanuel Two Natures Person one The Substance of the Covenant Of Grace it is in short Thy God I am thou shalt be mine And we will never part Now God and Man together dwell In Christ for evermore This is the great Foundation of Man's Happiness in store That tho by Sin Man's separate From God the chiefest Good Yet now in Christ united are Man shall live still with God And if the Union cannot cease Call'd Hypostatical No more can that 'tween God and his Because 't is Eternal Tho God and all our Adam lost Yet Christ hath it regain'd And now the Saints have God in all The want of which them pain'd But Unbelievers have not God In what they do enjoy Since Sin did break the golden Link All things do them annoy But those are Christ's all things are theirs And work still for their Good But the Profane what e're they have It 's separate from God From God in way of Covenant So that all these may say Riches and Honour I have much But God in all leaves me And when Man lost a sight of God A Vision beautiful He by his Blood hath it regain'd When all things else did fail CHAP. XXIV The ARGUMENT The undefiled Virgins of the Lamb beg her Beloved to make haste over those Mountains of Bether and Separation and put an end to the Winter Storms and hasten the break of the Eternal Summer and Day of Glory where back-part Sights and Lattice-Looks will be turned into the Beatifical Vision and all the Saints shall have their white Robes Palms in their Hands and Crowns on their Heads and sit with Christ upon his Throne to judg Men and Devils then they shall behold the Glorious Deity shining through the Blessed Glass of the Humane Nature The Virgins conclude with an Exhortation to the Noble Host of Martyrs the Glorious Apostles and Prophets Elders Seraphims Cherubims and every Creature in Heaven and Earth to cast their Crowns before the Lamb. WHAT back-part Views and Lattice Lights To those beyond the Grave There 's Banquets sweet here is none such For any Saint to have Lord make no stay come look'd-for Day What ails the morning-Morning-Light All Shadows flee away be gone And Day of Glory break Lord Bether Mount remove it quite And leap over them all No longer Separation make Between thee and my Soul O be thou like the Roe and Hart With winged speed make haste Come o're
to heal Another Man a Syrenian At that time coming by Must bear the Cross most ponderous On which Christ was to die What Wit of Man can now define His Sorrow Grief and Shame Who can dilate and explicate His Misery and Pain At the same time the female Kind Compassion to him shew To see him thrust by Men unjust A base and fordid Crew Jerusalem the Lord said then Weep not for me from hence Peccavi cry your Sins are high Your Pride and Ignorance Condole be sad you were so mad As for to imprecate Innocent Blood upon your Head Will make you desolate He Calv'ry saw and Golgotha The Crosses situation Then Solltude he understood But for a sinful Nation Now being come Christ standeth bound Until the Cross be fixt With a strong Guard about the Lord A bitter Cup they mixt Now all the Crew Roman and Jew This blessed One do strip Unmantle bare and pluck'd the Hair From off his tender Lip He 's naked stript as well as whipt And all his Body bare That ours may be cover'd most free With Righteousness most fair Now all in haste they nail him fast And hang between two Thieves The Scripture's Will for to fulfil So Man from Hell he saves The Nails were great in Hands and Feet That fixt him to the Tree O who can tell what Christ did feel And there sustain'd for thee His Hands and Feet they penetrate And out the Blood did gush For they did tear him with a Spear And crown'd with thorny Bush That Christ was King the Inscription In Hebrew Latin Greek Did signify to all stood by For Pilate thought it meet Over his Head this Paper stood That all might read the same He was the King of Jewish Men Tho they did him defame Before he dies he opes the Eyes Of a most wretched Sinner Who own'd him King believ'd in him As the God-Man Redeemer Remember Lord to me be good When in thy Kingdom-State By my free Grace to Paradise This day I 'll thee translate They him exhaust and now do boast Our Grief he bore it all The weight of Sin was laid on him To save a precious Soul When he would ease his tortured Feet By hanging on his Hands They must be in prodigious pain This Reason understands And when he eas'd his tortur'd Hands By resting on his Feet His Body's weight where e're it met Must make the Patient sick God's holy Son tho God and Man Of Sorrow must be full On him did lie much Misery God's Wrath did fill his Soul The Lord at last cries out I thirst The Prophets to fulfil A Vin'gar spunge they gave his Lungs So he had not his Will Water was scant he must it want We might have plenitude Of living Streams come from his Reins O Love not understood Could Mary then of Magdalen Have had her own desire Her Tears should quench her Saviour's Thirst Whose Heart was on a fire A Flame of Love to him above To all Men did appear Where she did weep and wash his Feet And wip'd them with her Hair Now at this time the Souldiers game For Jesus seamless Coat For to fulfil the sacred Will That Will to consummate The direful Curse was ponderous The Malediction high Which made him cry Ely Ely Lama sabachthany I am content for to be empt Of all my Sacred Blood So I my Flock inoculate By Faith into their Head The Guilt of Man I 'll fasten on This cursed Cross and Tree Justice Divine shall have a Fine To set the Guilty free I 'll bury all their Guilt and Thrall Both in the Grave and deep Yea all the high Iniquity Of my free chosen Sheep Then some obscene said to the King Physician save thy self If that thou be God's Son most free Recover now thy Health The Mother stood nigh by the Wood I mean the wooden Cross On which did hang her precious Son Till all his Blood was lost What Tears of Blood could she have shed His Sorrow to prevent To see those Hands heal'd many Wounds So pierced torn and rent His glorious Head ran purple Blood His Feet and Side the same But his Free Grace that him debas'd Is his immortal Fame Those bloody Eyes they can't suffice Those Sluces are too small His Sorrow to give vent unto Hence from his Pores Blood falls He saw a Scrowl a dismal one Of Sins present and past And Sins to come he must atone For all from first to last Mr. Norris His Love most sweet and bloody Sweat Did wipe off all the Score Some moments Pain makes him to reign Eternal Ages sure And as he hung before the Sun His Virgin-Mother saw His Gore-blood Eyes and heard his Cries To God Abba Abba Into thy Hand my Spirit ascend My Work is finnished All Debts are paid Books cancelled Justice is satisfied Now Christ is dead they brake no Leg The Scripture may fulfil Yet by their Hate hangs dislocate Unjoint from Head to Heel Upon the same great Darkness came All o're the Hemisphere The Rocks did rent the Graves were empt Thus Wonders did appear The Temple-Vail was rent in twain Then soon they understood He was God's Son tho also Man From thence infer was God The Heathens all that Day condole And eloquently said Surely the God of Nature's dead Or final End hath made O this great World to Dust he 'l hurl For hanging on the Cross The Quintessence of all Goodness O Act preposterous CHAP. XIX The ARGUMENT A Friend of the Messiah 's signifies what happened after the Lord's Death A Counsellor at Law begs his Body and inters it with sweet Spices The great Council gives order for a strict Watch a Seal and Stone to be set on the Sepulchre Now Beelzebub triumphs to see Christ dead and in some hopes conquered for ever But the third Day he arose from the Grave to the Confusion of all the Devils And after forty Days upon the Earth ascends to Heaven from Mount Olivet in the view of his Apostles but first gave them his Benediction and on the Day of Pentecost sent down the Holy Ghost and from the Power of this Spirit his Disciples go on in the World conquering by preaching Jesus of Nazareth to be the Son of God OF Pilate Head Joseph did beg The Body of the Just And did inter the Lord with Myrrh As saith the Holy Ghost As Man at first did prove unjust In Eden Paradise The blessed King in a Garden Acquits the Man on wise The Watch was strong they sat upon The Grave where Christ did lie For to prevent the Lord's Intent Of rising the third Day The Sepulchre they made most sure With Watch a Stone and Seal For to prevent the Lord's Intent But they in all do fail When Christ was dead then Beelzebub Did triumph and thus speak I conquer'd have unto the Grave God's Christ of mighty State 'T is I am King and triumphing Who will my Subjects be And Christ deny whom I defy He
's overcome you see Who would serve him a conquer'd one Obey me 't is no sin Cast off his Name 't is horrid shame To own one dead your King What Revel-rout in Hell throughout When they thought all was won And Christ laid low see how they crow In hopes that all 's their own Now Lucifer ascends his Chair And mounts his gloomy Throne The hellish Guard flock round their Lord And vaunt he 's King alone Now the black King began to sing Altho in Flames array'd And thus began the hellish Song When to his Peers he said Dominions Thrones Powers unknown I claim all as my Right Mr. Wesley I 've gain'd the Field Jesus did yield And he is conquer'd quite I do not fear him call'd the Heir Immortal some him thought But now he 's dead he 's gone and fled And ne'r to life be brought The Devils in pomp and great triumph Appear now Christ is dead The Oracle's Head come fill with speed The World may be misled The Hebrew Child no Sword can weild He 'l conquer you no more Let 's march from Hell in Heaven we 'l tell Of our all-conqu'ring Power And conquer there as well as here Who can before us stand Now God is dead I will be Head In Heaven Sea and Land While Satan spake with lofty state In came the Glorious One With all the Marks victorious Acts Of a triumphing King While Beelzebub with his black Club Did vaunt yea scoff and boast Came starting in the powerful King And Guards from God of Hosts This glorious Guard surround the Lord Like warlike Angels stand To smite to Hell great Belial And all against him band Who is this here doth domineer And boast of Victory Over God's Son the holy One Who lives altho did die I have the Keys of Hell and Death Who am the First and Last All Potentates and powerful States To me shall yield or taste Unmixed Wrath as my Word saith Which they can never bear Nor dwell in ever-burning Lakes Or the devouring Fire O how confus'd and how amaz'd The Devils all do stand Satan flies down his Iron Throne To flee from Jesus Hand The Devils fled from Christ their Head And from his terrible Wrath But Christ pursues his scoffing Foes Through their black horrid Path. The Devils knew that Christ the true Had broke their Gates and Walls And conquer'd Death and all the Earth So into Hell he falls And now the Word of God's made good The Serpent's Head is bruis'd Christ he hath trod upon his Head Which makes him thus confus'd Then Satan spake with horrid hate What tho I conquer'd am Be just if sent and don 't torment Your Foes before the time And now in Chains he them confines Unto the Judgment-Day All Powers must bow before his Brow Who doth the Scepter sway Christ he Death's Bands broke with his Hands And in triumphing manner He did arise tho Enemies Stood round with Guard and Banner Yea that strong Guard upon the Lord Did tremble like dead Men The Earth did quake their Hearts did shake To see him rise again And at the Grave an Angel brave That shined as the Sun Did roll away the Stone that Day The Lord did rise upon And that day's Morn good Women mourn About the Sepulchre Jesus you seek pray do not weep The Angel said Don't fear Rather rejoice lift up your Voice Christ from the Grave is gone In Galilee you may him see The Living he 's among The Lord did shew himself most true After he did arise The Signs were all infallible He was in no disguise And for to put all out of doubt No Spirit did appear Come touch said he and handle me My Flesh and Bones most pure After he rose and vanquish'd Foes An Apparition's made To Magdalen in a Garden By Jesus Christ the Lord. The Gard'ner then she thought upon Till that Christ Mary said O Rabboni she did reply My King my Lord my Head Mary touch not thy Lord as yet Till I to God ascend Then me embrace by Faith which Grace Will all the Saints commend But poor Thomas his Faith 's amiss He won't believe 't is he Unless the print where the Nails went Into his Body he see A just Reproof of s Unbelief The Lord gave when he said Most bless'd is him who hath not seen And yet believ'd his God The Scripture saith if we ha'n't Faith In the rising again Of Christ our Head we all are dead And damned every one Then Preaching's vain and Faith 's no Gain If Christ be in the Grave God's Justice Good not satisfied So Pardon none can have The Church did meet and God did seek Upon the Week's first Day Where Christ among them often came To cheer them in his Way And gave Commands into the Hands Of his Apostles dear How they should act in every part Till he again appear E're Christ ascends he gave Commands That at Jerusalem At Wisdom's Gate they may expect The Spirit promis'd them Now Christ ascends before his Friends From Earth to Heaven high From whence he 'l come e're it be long To fetch his Bride away Christ clears the Air and Hemisphere Where damned Spirits dwell He clears the Path for Saints on Earth To Joy Celestial Disperse you Orbs you glittering Clouds At distance roll away His glorious Guard the Way prepar'd On Christ's Ascension-Day The Angels high above the Sky Spake unto them below What happy King is this you bring In triumph he doth go Who is this King this glorious One And what may be his Name The Lord of Hosts he 's known by most His Vict'ry gives him Fame Lift up ye Gates ye Doors of State And entertain your King Come stand wide ope in Heaven's Court Ye Gates everlasting He comes who hath conquer'd the Grave And drags the King of Pride Fastned unto his Chariot new In which the Lord doth ride Triumphantly to Bliss on high His Chariot moved fast To Heaven's Gate where many wait And thousands cry Haste haste This Prince of State when Heaven's Gate He had arriv'd unto O what a Shout is given out By Angels as his due And with his Crown went in sat down Close by his Father's Side And will prepare a Palace there To entertain his Bride He 's now gone home to wear his Crown For all his Work is done God's satisfy'd En'mies subdu'd And now ascends his Throne Now Christ is gone the Spirit doth come On the Rebellious The Sinner's Head is captive led And Gifts are given us On Pentecost the Spirit did rest In cloven Tongues upon The Messengers of Jesus Christ Because he was gone home He doth inspire baptize with Fire Prophets Apostles too He 'l Pastors give the Church may live A holy Life and true Poor Fishermen go conquering on The World in Jesus Name The Blind do see the Dead rais'd be To Christ's eternal Fame If Christ did shew his Godhead true When in a swadling Clout Mr. Milton Controll'd
his Mercy 's good He sent to us his Son To save us from the Proud and Strong Yea all our Enemies In Righteousness and Holiness To serve him all our Days That good Day-spring doth Knowledg bring Of Sins remission free And blessed Light and Peace in sight To those in Darkness lay With Simeon old let 's be so bold To take the Lord of Glory In Arms of Love tho high above Heaven's Superior Story And praise him too for 't is his due And tell him we can die Peace and Rest because the best Of Objects now we see Our Eyes have seen the blessed One Hid from great Potentates The Gentiles Light he is most bright And Israel's Glory great Now triumph Saint the Lord he went Unto Mount Calvary Suffer'd the Cross and bore the Curse For Man's Felicity â—or surely by his Poverty The Poor are very rich And by his Shame they have great Fame No earthly Monarch such We were set free for bound was he Unto the Post and Cross Great Grief he had we might be glad Our Crown cannot be lost â—rom Heaven's room the Son came down We all might there ascend God Man became he might regain That Love which hath no End No House had he tho of Heaven free We may have one above Not made with Hands or Mens Commands But by God's Power and Love God in the dark seem'd to forsake His own eternal Son We might have Light splendid and bright And ever with him dwell A Wonder 's here God's Son most dear Had less ground to expect The Shines of God when that he di'd Than Saints of either Sex He 's in the Dark to purchase Light From hence forsaken too Saints may expect tho Christ did not God's Shines their Dying-day Lord we a Song will sing as long As an Eternity O King of Days 't is endless Praise Is still thy Childrens cry What tho we stand in a strange Land A Babel Wilderness Our Harps will tune to the Renown Of him who 's Lord of Hosts As travelling on to Mount Sion Our House our Place our Home As going on we 'll sing our Song To him upon the Throne Who can but sing the Lord will come Methinks he 's at the Door Faith sees him stand now just at hand My Soul be sad no more With David sing and Offerings bring Let all the Saints of God Rejoice in him that maketh them Most glorious by his Blood Upon your Bed sing to your Head Declare his noble Acts For this will be-eternally The Work of Tongue and Hearts O let us sing the Lamb's sweet Song Cry Great and marvell us Are all thy Works Lord God of Hosts Almighty true and just And with Saint John we 'l praise the Lamb The Prince and King of Earth Who loved us and washed us With his own Blood through Faith To God most wise give all due Praise Glory and Majesty Dominion great a Prince's Seat He hath above the Sky Let 's give henceforth Hallelujah Salvation Honour too With that Voice came out from the Throne Praise God his Servants do O King of Saints all Nations faint At thy just Judgment Lord Who shall not fear and thee revere And spread thy Fame abroad Thou worthy art to have the Heart Because all Things th' hast made For thine own Will and Glory still Hence 't is we give thee Laud. Let Heav'n and Earth their Praise set forth And Hallelujahs sing For our high God and mighty Lord Remains a conqu'ring King CHAP. XXI The ARGUMENT An Evangelist sheweth whence it was that so much Shame and Pain fell on an innocent Person by striking the Name of the Debtors out of the black and bloody Bond of the Law and inserting his own What a long Journey he came to redeem and marry poor Leprous Beggars And what bloody Battels he fought to gain this poor contemptible Worm and how he invested her with an Eternal Kingdom of Glory from his last Will and Testament WHO Inquest-makes Interrogates The Scribe which here indites If he can show why all this Wo Fell on the Lord of Light I 'll take from thee Prolixity In a Compendium shew That thee and I made him to die Who was Messiah true His Cheeks we smote by our proud Heart And Hair eradicate His Hands and Feet Nails penetrate He might us happy make I say again thy Sin and mine Procured all this Wo The thorny Crown makes Blood run down From Head to Feet below We him did strip and also whip The Spear ran in his Side The Travail of his Soul did make An Enemy his Bride Come Malefactor evil Actor Make one believing look What all pass by none cast an Eye On me who am forsook Of my dear God my precious Lord And purely for your sake I left my Weal inscrutable I might you happy make My Hand I struck with God who took My Covenant and Bail That I might see the Debtor free From the Infernal Jail Men ought repent they ever went To take a Surety's Place But I did long the Day were come Tho suffer'd much Disgrace Your Names struck out the legal Book That Book and bloody Bond My Name I insert with all my Heart So I stand only bound I who am just God did arrest Your Substitute for all And God accounts the Sinner just And Christ the Criminal I paid Man's Debt by bloody Sweat In Prison also lay But afterward had a Discharge On th' Resurrection Day O Men admire free Grace the higher For Love distinguishing That you might live an Object have For Faith tho Devils none No Gospel-light before their sight Men no Commission have To preach in Hell the pure Gospel He only Men will save Surely Success we should not miss That are Ambassadors If we could preach and Devils teach Their Pardon Christ procures But now we preach our Hands we stretch In vain the whole long day And call upon the Sons of Men To haste and come away To Jesus Christ the Chief and Best But Sinners will not hear So Unbelief makes them the Chief Of Sinners will appear Yea greater than the Devil's Sin Or Man 's in Paradise For neither of them did rebel Against redeeming Grace CHAP. XXII The ARGUMENT The Spouse of Christ interposeth with the admiration of his Love the Quantity and immense Treasures thereof having no Bank nor Bottom The Nature of it is free All Sinners may fill their Vessels from this Pipe which is more comfortable than the most fragrant Wine and so powerful that it draws the Heart to Christ as a Loadstone the Mass of Steel WHAT marvellous rich Love is this That such a cursed Race As we came from should sit among The Children of his Grace Our Fathers sure the Hittites were Our Mothers Amorites A cursed Race yet by free Grace In those the Lord delights None us beheld when in the Field All wallowing in our Blood None pitied us under this Curse But the Samar'tan good He casts an Eye when passed by
And said Live Infant live When in our Blood he was so good His saving Grace to give And threw his Skirt on our foul Heart To hide our Nakedness This is the Time of Love the Time He gave us Righteousness A Covenant wherein 's no Want With Sinners made when poor To be his own he gave his Son The Cov'nant to ensure We washed are with Water pure And with the best of Blood Blood 's wash'd away with Blood that Day Death seiz'd the Son of God God did appoint them to anoint With his most precious Oil They decked are with Silk and Hair All clean no longer foul A Chain of Gold the Worth's untold Is put about her Neck The Linen white and broidred Work Doth her most lovely deck Upon her Hands the Bracelet stands Her Head with Jewels set And on the same a glorious Crown With Ear-rings she 's bedect And she did eat the finest Wheat And sweetest Honey too She 's beautiful and doth excel The most Self-righteous Jew Now her Renown and glorious Fame Goes through the Heathen Land She prospers in a blest Kingdom Which never will have End Her Comeliness is Righteousness But this the Lord puts on And Comely through his Comeliness Glory to Grace alone This Spouse excels in glorious smells Myrrh Alloes Cashia Her Garments fine a sweet Perfume Do cast forth every way Within within the Glory 's seen In the King's Daughter true Wrought Gold 's her Garb most richly laid The Bridegroom wears it too At whose right Hand the Queen doth stand In Gold of Ophir fine Her Beauty great makes Christ to speak Thy Beauty is Divine The Father just his Son did trust Before his Incarnation In saving those to Heaven goes In every Land and Nation The Son most just the Father trusts That he Salvation give All the Elect who have their Debt Paid long before they live Their Debt did pay and satisfy Some hundred Years before They Being had by Christ his Blood Or e're they ran in score What 's requisite and what 's most meet In any Advocate Is found in Christ the Meek and Just The only Potentate Who doth delight to see the Spite And Disagreement end Between the King and Men for Sin Therefore his Blood did spend He 's just and meek yea very sweet Most powerful and true And brings God down to love the Man And Man to God does go The Levites pass the Priests make haste From us sweltring in Blood But the good Man Samaritan Stood still to do us good And in the Soul did pour in Oil So heal'd the Wounds of Sin And rather than his Soul should pine His Blood he poured in He covers all our Shame and Fall With Robes of Righteousness And gives to Man a glorious Ring To seal them up to Bliss The fatted Beast is kill'd to feast Those starving Souls of ours O Lamb of God thy Blood was shed In an accepted Hour We Syrians poor and Strangers were In a most forlorn Plight Lay at thy Door of Grace full sore In Darkness without Light Yet saidst thou Live my Grace I give To thee besmear'd with Blood Live Infant live my Son I give To be thy Prince and Head An Head of Sense and Influence Is to his Body dear As from the Root the Branches shoot So Christ the Church doth bear His Lambs he 'l feed a tender Head One Member if but ill A Balsam made of his own Blood Doth from the Heart distil As Branches dry and also die Which from the Vine are cut So every Saint would quickly faint And die if from the Root As many Branches make one Vine And many Grains one Loaf So many Men one Body frame Unite to Christ by Faith Who gave himself for our Souls Health That 's more than Heaven high Ten thousand times ten thousand Tens Come let us for him die A Journey long through Storms a throng Christ came to visit thee His Head with Drops and Dew his Locks Did wet he might thee see Tho Mankind had some Lovers bad When he the Question put He gave his Dove excelling Love By which their Hearts he took But waited long with Patience strong For Floods can't quench his Love Repulses strong often and long Could not make him remove This Bridegroom wrought great Battels fought To him none equal be Few Husbands win their Bride and Kin By Blood as he did thee Mr. Delaun Ear-rings of Gold Riches untold He clothes his Bride withal His Spouse doth dress with Righteousness To beautify the Soul And from all Debts they are acquit By Marriage of the King Who will invest his with the Best A Kingdom without Sin What Monarchs known to leave his Throne For Leprous and Diseas'd And tho forlorn and fill'd with Scorn Yet he with those is pleas'd Some Bridegrooms change new Lovers gain And cast the old away But he loves first unto the last Yea to Eternity The Mother dear her Son most near She sooner can forget Than a Convert with changed Heart Out of his Love can slip The Mountains fast they all shall haste From their most fixed Place Before that he will thee deny Who art in Cov'nant-Grace If any can the Heavens span And measure Sea and Land Then Flesh and Sin and Satan's Gin May pluck them from his Hand If Moon so bright and Stars o th' Night Their Course can change and slip Then may his Love decline his Dove Whom he keeps while they sleep If he can drown the World again Against his fix'd Decree Then may his Love from thee remove Which none shall ever see So we from Justice were discharg'd Upon his dying Day He like a Lamb most patiently Unto the Slaughter's led And drunk the bitter Cup of Death Without a murmuring Word Before the Judgment Seat he stood A Prisoner at the Bar And by his Judgment we are freed Who wretched Prisoners were His Generation is so Great Noble Eternal too None can declare the Number of His Sons and Daughters true In shedding of his precious Blood A numerous Off-spring hath Which none can number nor declare For they fill Heaven and Earth And tho no Violence did act Yet he must make his Grave With wicked and ungodly Men For such he came to save It pleased God his Son to bruise An Offering he might give To have a glorious Church on Earth And with him ever live As Eve came out of Adam's Side So did the Church from Christ She is the Travail of his Soul For whom he groaned much But Satisfaction great hath he After his trav'lling Soul For his Seed he will justify By knowing Christ their All. A Portion with the Great he 'l have And with the Strong divide The Glory of his conquering Strength In spite of Hellish Pride Because he poured forth his Soul To Death both frank and free And took it up in three Days time So got the Victory And now triumphantly is gone Into the Heavens high Having Captivity captive led 'T