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The history of Joseph, or, A divine poem upon Joseph and his brethren from the 37th of Genesis to the end, written exactly according to each chapter : to which is added a few other poems, the like never before, by John Smith ...
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Smith, John, fl. 1677.
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with you hence So Joseph he in Egypt died when His age it was an hundet'd years and ten And was embalm'd and put into his Chest Joseph is gone to everlasting rest Glory to God who is enthron'd on high Sing praises to his heavenly Majesty Angels and men his holy Name adore And Hallelujah Sing for evermore Amen The Blessed Virgins Song Luke 1. Beginning at the 46 verse MY Soul doth praise the Lord with meek behaviour My spirit doth rejoyce in God my Saviour He hath regarded now the Low estate Of his Hand-Maiden happy is my fate For now behold henceforth 't will be exprest All generations still shall call me blest For he that is Almighty he hath done To me great things who is the Holy One. His mercies are on them that do him fear From age to age his goodness doth appear He strength hath shewed with his mighty Arm The proud to scatter that imagin harm He hath put down the mighty now I see And hath exalted them of low degree He hath the hungry fill'd which go astray With good the rich hath empty sent away And he hath help'd his servant Israel In his abounding mercy that excell As he spake to our Father 's heretofore To Abr'ham and his seed for evermore Hallelujah His Lamentation beholding London and Westminster upon the new Monument VVHich now is rais'd and built near to the place That dreadful fire first began it's race Which for the space of four dayes did Burn And did our City into Ashes turn And now succeeding Ages may remember To bear in mind the second of September It has a Golden top resembl'ng Fire That all Spectators far and near admire And 't is for Height so Stately to behold Above an hundr'd Paces three times told Upon this sumptuous Pillar I did stand And thus bewail'd the Glory of the Land Behold those Cities how they do abound With Sodomires How they are compass'd round And how with Zion they do both reside Stiff neck'd and Haughty and pufft up with pride Like to the Daughters of Jerusalem Our City-Dames may be compar'd to them With wanton dresses each of them bedecks And walking daily with forth-stretched necks How unbecoming Christians how unmeet They walk and make a tinkling with their feet Alas these Cities may not we with sorrow Compare them both to Sodom and Gomorrah The greatest sins that were committed there The same if not far worse are acted here For why we sin against a greater Light Living in wanton pleasures day and night Alas I fear of us it may be said We worse than Sodom have the wanton play'd Both great and small profane thy Name O God Yet thou art mercifull and spares thy Rod. Let not thy gracious mercies stop our ears But fill our hearts with Grief our Eyes with Tears We may in Sack-cloath weep both day and night And each of us become a Ninivite Lord when thy servant Jonah thou hadst sent To Niniveh how soon they did repent Let Jonah Lord to us such tidings bring We may Lament with Niniveh's great King And to appease thy Judgements let us hast To put on Sack-cloath and proclaime a Fast For who can tell if God will spare our City Our sins are great how can he shew us pity O Lord forgive our sins for they are many And if within our Cities there are any That loves thy Gospel and do fear thy Name Let them be Pillars to support the same We may not Lord be swallow'd up as Korah Nor be destroy'd as Sodom and Gomorrah O let thy Gospel flourish and remain Amongst us let it not be Preacht in vain Left in the end we should become as those On whom thou did'st pronounce thy dreadfull woes Who did revile our blessed Lord and Saviour His glorious teaching and his meek behaviour Who doubtless Suffers now his dreadfull ire The wofull Vengeance of eternall fire O let us not be Citizens with them Let 's be a Type of new Jerusalem Build up our places wast and desolate Write Holiness t'thy Self upon each gate O let our gates with righteousness be baâ—'d And let thy Holy Angels be our guard Let Abraham intreat for us and pray And Let just Lot within our Cities stay Let Righteousness and Peace each other greet And like a mighty stream run down each-street Then shall we Lord thy holy Word imbrace Then shall we ever be a Holy Place A place of Mirth in Singing Psalmes and Hymns And Heavenly Anthems to th' King of Kings Hasten us Lord our feet may swiftly run The way of peace so shall thy will be done We may thy glorious Majesty adore And Sing thy praises Lord for evermore Amen Make haste O Lord let this thy will be done And hast the Kingdom of thy blessed Son And let us watch and not asleep be found When thy Arch-Angels shall thy Trumpets sound To raise the dead O Lord both small and great For to appear before thy Judgement-seat Yea when thy Trumpets sound the dead shall rise All mortalls shall come to this great Assize The Moon shall lose his light the stars shall fall From heaven Lord at this thy dreadfull Call The Element shall melt and with a noise Shall pass away at dread Jehovah's voice And then with Power and glory shining Clear The Son of Man shall in the clouds appear Whose glory shines so glorious and so bright The Sun shall turn to blood and lose its light And then the Tribes of all the earth shall mourn With dreadfull fear to see the Heavens burn Then shall the Righteous shine forth as the fun Whose righteous Race the wicked have out run Who dare not cry Lord Lord have mercy on us But cry out Rocks and Mountains fall upon us To hide them from the presence of the Lord But Rocks and Mountains shall no place afford No! Kings and Princes shall receive their doom Judges themselves must now to Judgement come No Bribes nor Fees now Justice shall take place The Righteous Judge will plead the Poor mans case And in his justice wil pronounce this sentence Upon all those that dy'd without Repentance The Whore-monger the Swearer and the Lier Depart ye Curs'd into eternal Fire But to the Righteous thus the Lord will say Come come ye bless'd into eternal Joy In Joyes unspeakable ever for to Sing Sweet Hallelujah's to your heavenly King O who will not Gods Holy Word obey And tremble at the thoughts of this great day Let 's watch and pray we may our selves prepare Lest it should come upon us unaware Hallelujah His Verses upon the 5th of November the 30th of January and the 29th of May. For the Fifth of November NOw was that Cursed Jesuite-invention So cruel and so horrid an intention With Romish Powder found out by a Fryer Whose Subtilty the Devil might admire A dreadfull Blow that quickly would have sent Up to the Clouds our King and Parliament A hellish Plot in secret Wrought by night Which the Almighties Wisdom brought to light The Papal actions to a sudden shame Blessed for ever be his holy Name Now to this day it 's call'd the Powder plot Throughout this Land never to be forgot Which day we keep in Memory therefore To be observ'd till Time shall be no more For the 30th of January O Day of horror thou that art confin'd To be forgot and yet be bore in mind Thou fill'st this Land with grievous Lamentations To be a hissing to all forraign Nations The very Heathens where we traffick bring Cry out false Traytors you that kill'd your King Alas that Christian's guilty are of that Which Turks and Pagans are amazed at Ah Bloody day how vile thou dost appear Why art thou in the Number of the Year To be a Blot upon the Christians name And to this Land an Everlasting shame O Lord forgive this great iniquitie And let this day a day of Sorrow be A day of Mourning for so great a Crime To after Ages till the end of Time For the 29th of May. THis is the Joyfull Birth and Restoration Of our dread Prince the Monarch of this Nation This day Lord Monk with many Nobles more Did all repair to welcome Him on shore Great Multitudes to see the KING this day Were more than thousand 's standing by the way Throughout this Land who could not but admire The Hills and Mountains all were set on fire The Trumpets sound the Bells most sweetly Ring The People shout and cry God save the KING Harmon'ous instruments of Musick sweet Melodiously were heard in every Street A day of so great Triumph and of Fame The tongue of man can ne're declare the same And now the King enjoyes his own again God grant him long in Health Wealth to Raign HAst from the Press my Muse salute the spring Chant forth thy Anthems make the vallies Ring Sing like a Siren that all comers near thee They may be ravish'd and amaz'd to hear thee Fly thou my little Bird to every Town And see thou put all Wanton Singers down With thy sweet voice where ever thou shalt com They may be silent and for ever dum Seek thou no rest but fly a thousand waies In every Corner sing Jehovah's praise Then all will say that sit to here thee sing Thou art the sweetest Bird of all the spring FINIS
THE History of JOSEPH OR A DIVINE POEM UPON Joseph and his Brethren FROM The 37th of Genesis to the end Written exactly according to each Chapter to which is Added a few other Poems The like never before By John Smith Who is a lover and sometimes Takes great delight in reading Rhimes Yea Quarles and Sandys he adore Their noble works and many more Yet is not worthy to undoe The Latchet of a Poets Shooe Glory to God in th' highest Heaven still Peace upon Earth and towards mee good will Luk. 2. 14. Good Christians let it be your chief delight To sing the praise of God both day and night Let this be Printed in each faithful heart To joyn in Consort with me and bear part London Printed by T. M. for W. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-Lane 1677. Licensed December 17th 1676. Roger L'Estrange TO HIS Worthy Mistriss Mrs. SVSAN JVCKES Living in Brickington-Court in Coleman Street London Wishing her all Happiness in this World and Eternal Felicity in the World to come through Jesus Christ our Lord. Worthy Mistriss TO You I do present This little Book hoping 't will you content Accept I pray you of these feeble Rimes They are th' Fruits Sooth of my leasure times But if they should in the least you offend I shall repent that ever they were Pen'd Because you are my Mistriss and I see You have been more a Mother unto me And like a Son you alwayes do me foster Though I your Prentice yet live like a Master If Joseph's Mistris she had been so true Nay had she been but half so good as You Then Joseph he had never suffer'd wrong Nor never had been cast in Prison strong But he a wanton Mistriss had we see Though he deserv'd a better far than me Now though I am unfit to sing your Praise I 'le Honour and Respect you all my dayes Though not in outward shew as other do I am your faithful Servant just and true And for your Health Prosperity and Peace My Prayers t'God for You shall never cease That you may never want yet allwayes giving Till you shall cease to be among the Living And when the Lord shall call you hence away You may depart into Eternal Joy Among whole Quires of Angels for to sing sweet Hallelujahs to your Heavenly King Now God preserve you whilst you live on Earth I am your humble Servant untill Death JOHN SMITH January 20. 1675. THE PROPOSITION NOw Courteous Reader who so e'r thou be That Read those Lines judg not amiss of me Think not I turn Gods Word into a Song To be profan'd by every idle Tongue No wanton Songs amongst us are too Rife I charge thee touch it not upon thy Life Except it be to Sing the Praise and Glory Of dread Jehovah 'T is no idle Story I Sing the Praises of the Lord of Might Who dwells for ever in excessive Light Whose handy Work the Heavens do declare His Works his Glorious Works of Wonders rare The Sun and Moon His Glory do present And th'twinkling Stars throughout the Firmament Which Light he gives to us the Sons of Men How far more glorious is his Glory then I Sing his Praise who did Advance we see His Servant Joseph to a High Degree Who by his Wisdom gave to him such Skill Dreams to Interpret and declare his Will I Sing his Praise who by his mighty Hand did after bring great Plagues on Egypt Land For to Redeem his People Israel Who did in Bondage and in Slavery dwell I Sing the Praises of the highest God Who shew'd such Wonders great by Moses Rod Who with a Stroke the Red-Sea did divide the Waters stood like Walls upon each side All Israel marched through upon dry Ground But all th' Egyptians in the midst were drown'd And brought them to their Promis'd Land to dwell Who forty Years against him did Rebell Although our Sins grow daily more and more The Lord our God hath Mercies still in store Lord what is Man that thou shouldst prove so kind What is the Son of Man thou dost him mind I Sing his Praise whose Power caus'd the Sun To stand for Joshua the Son of Nun Thereby his Peoples Foes he might destroy Gave him a long and Victorious Day I Sing his Praise who gave such strength might To Sampson who a thousand Men did smite He slew them all his Strength did so surpass With nothing but the Jaw-bone of an Ass I Sing his Praise who gave such Courage hold To David when his Peoples Hearts grew cold T' slay their Enemy though a Stripling That great Goliah with a silly Sling O how his Wonders great do spread his Fame Great is the Lord Jehovah is his Name O Let us Sing his Praises great and small Who gave himself a Ransom for us All Who did upon him take our Humane Birth And came and dwelt amangst us on the Earth Who Cast out Devils and Cur'd the Leprosie And made the Lame to VValk the Blind to See And Rais'd the Dead and did Restore again The Sick to Health and did Release their Pain And then his precious Blood did freely give And suffer'd Death that we thereby might live Lord I am far unfit to Sing thy Praise I am the Chiefest of Sinners all my Dayes Pardon my Sins for my Redeemers Sake Who in six Dayes the Heaven Earth did make Who in a Moment can the same destroy O make me fit for thy Eternal Joy O thou who art Creator of all things Teach me to sing thy Praise thou King of Kings But rather than I should offend thy Will Silence my Tongue O Lord and stay my Quill Because I can no way withstand thine Ire I know thou art Lord a consuming Fire How wonderful are all thy Works O Lord Thy Goodness and thy Riches doth afford Great plenty of thy Creatures many-folde To us as have been ever still of Old O who will not Gods holy Name Adore Who by his Power Rules for ever more His Eyes behold the Nations Ever seeing In Him we Live and Move and have our Being Who dare Exalt himself against the Lord Who dare Rebell against his Holy Word If any Love Him not upon the Earth Woe Woe to them They are accurst to Death I 'le not Exalt my self above all other To think my self more Righteous than another I will in no case plead the Pharisee But the poor Publican I 'le rather be For let us serve the Lord with all our care Vnprofitable Servants still we are Many there are that make an outward show But those that fear thy Name Lord thou dost know Some are of this Chrch other-some are not Some are of that Church some I know not what But very few there are of thine I fear Thy Church is scatter'd Lord I know not where Make hast O Lord bring thy true Church together And then direct me that I may go thither For in this World I have not long to stay Yet