Palace of his soule a doore To keep in vertue and to shut out sin Were then set ope to let that traytor in Which traytor enter'd struck with sin as dead The whole man from the feet unto the head Who to thy foe thus being brought in thrall Lost both thy image and himselfe withall Nay yet lost more for by this cursed deed Losing himselfe he lost his wretched seed He lost thy image lost thy love thy grace He lost himselfe his happinesse and race Oh fearfull losse and eke oh fearfull gain Thou wert depos'd thy enemy did raigne Thy image lost the divell put on his Heaven was exchang'd for hels most deep abysse Lord what a heavy hidious change was here Lord how did man then in thy sight appear Lord with what patience couldst thou then abide To see the divell so in triumph ride Or Lord what pity in thy bowels boyl'd To see poore Adam so for ever foyl'd To see poore Adam thus undone by theft Thus of his jewells of thy grace bereft Cast out by thee of Paradise below And left unto the malice of his foe Nay foes indeed and a most potent troup The creatures all who were ordain'd to stoup At Adams beck now in rebellion rose The elements they all became his foes Which were his friends and all at peace before The winds to rage the sea began to roare The fire to burn and which of all is worst The earth for his offence became accurst Oh! Adam Adam though we may refuse As we are sons our father to accuse Yet being wounded by thy deadly blow We cannot but lament thy overthrow Hadst thou in tryall nor been over come Though we thy seed who should succeed thy room Had fallen our fall it had been small to thine Thy fall as head hath tainted all thy line Thou art our Head and we thy members be Thou art condemned how can we be free Had but a member only fault bin A member only should have dy'd therein But through the one death raigned over all Death by thy death brought all to death in thrall Death temporall that no mortall shall divert Death too eternall is our due desert Lord most immense in mercy yet so pure Thy sight can no polluted thing indure How could thy mercy and thy justice meet In viewing Adam thus from off his feet But how can we thy mysteries discusse Whose wayes are so past finding out by us Thou in thy wisdome it is so divine Couldst make thy mercy through thy justice shine When thou whose wayes cannot be understood Saw'st Adam thus polluted in his blood As Lord thy justice did his sentence give Of death thy mercy said unto him live Sure 't was the time of love when thou pass'd by For Adam only had deserv'd to dye That justice did injoyne but live again Thy mercy only did that musicke strain Oh! heavenly musick harmony most blest Thus peace and justice truth and mercy kist Justice by death thus satisfi'd in striving Mercy againe thus answer'd by reviving But Adams soule did first to sin consent His body guilty as an instrument Could then the death of Adams body serve When Adams soule did greatest death deserve No no alas that cannot serve the turne Although the body should for ever burne In flames of hell it could not satisfie Thou hast pronounc'd the soule that sins shall dye Most gracious God and great beyond conceit How could poore Adam beare this heavy weight Poore feeble fearfull faint and bending reed Support a burden infinite indeed Here was indeed the depth of miseries Adam must dye but death would not suffice His fact so foule and infinite had bin Death temp'rall could not expiate his sin Justice must yet be satisfi'd by dying Death temp'rall it could not be satisfying Adam must therefore suffer death eternall Or rather live a death which is infernall Lord thus we finde and make confession must Thy wayes are right our condemnation just We thus behold thy streams of justice flowing Most justly to our utter overthrowing But though thy justice seem'd to goe before Yet thou hadst mercy treasur'd up in store To free those slaves that Adam brought in thrall That so thou might'st have mercy upon all Well may we say love in thy bosome burn'd And bowells in thee of compassion yern'd How like a deare and most indulgent father Or like a melting hearted mother rather Who when her infant hath receiv'd some harmes Then most bemoanes it in her tender armes Even so thy goodnes did thy love bewray In that thy mercy could not brook delay But in the instant whiles the wound did bleed Prescrib'd a plaister for the wounded seed And mov'd with fury against Adams foe Who like a serpent had betray'd him so Not only for the present curs'd him for 't But thence for ever made his chaine more short And told that Serpent that the womans seed Which he had so much shaken in that reed That it should unto such a Cedar grow As should infine his Kingdome overthrow Oh! pretious promise drop'd from thine own pen Peace upon earth and good will unto men Both oyle and wine to heale the wounded man Drawn from that wounded good Samaritan Oh pretious promise by which Adams wife Late of his death becomes his means of life Oh pretious promise and for ever sweet By which divided heaven and earth did meet But Lord what seed what heavenly seed was this Whose promise only could afford such blisse Seed heavenly yea seed wonderfull indeed On which our fathers many years did feed To life yea unto life eternall while This seed it seem'd was buried in the soyle But when this promise should become fulfil'd Lord what a harvest must this seed then yeeld But when this seed converteth into bread It must give life sure to the very dead This did exceed the Manna which was given This was the bread that did come down from heaven The bread of God yea very God indeed Thy selfe oh Lord was promis'd in this seed A bread ordain'd before the world began To save the world to give new life to man And when the fulnesse of the time expir'd Thou did'st fulfill what man had long desir'd Mad'st that appear in substance to be true Which was before but shadow'd to the view But oh thou wonder-working God above Whose justice thus but amplifies thy love Who but thy selfe could have by searching pry'd How mercy could have justice satisfi'd But who but thee could ever have been brought To work a wonder as this worke was wrought That thou whose justice did mans sentence give Shouldst in thy mercy die that man might live And yet we do unto our comfort find Thou in thy mercy wert to man thus kind Rather then mankind should for ever lie In chaines of death the God of life would die But gratious God how can this granted be Thou art a spirit form corruption free The fountain too of life it selfe how then Canst thou be said to dye
as is due Our seales to witnesse that thy word is true But all the praise or profit else redound From our beleeving on our heads rebound We do beleeve because it is thy will But by beleeving our desires fulfill What thou commandest ought to be fulfild But we obeying conquer whiles we yeeld Most gratious God what Lord is like to thee Whose Laws give life and whose commands make free Well my we to thy statutes have regard In keeping which there is such great reward And yet in all thy just commands injoynd This one of all we do most easie find Which is our faith yet this of all the rest Most richly crownes us and doth please thee best Dear faith how deep are thy foundations laid Most glorious things may well of thee be said Could we but in thy nature perfect prove The highest mountaines at our beck Would move Through thee we see our sines are wash'd away To thee the very powers of sin obey By thee we are made heires of things above Yea have an intrest in the God of love And mounted on the sublime wings we fly With boldnesse to the Throne of grace on high The fire and faith agree in these respects The fire hath heat and faith hath its effects Only the heat doth from the fire proceed Even so from faith do other graces breed Faith then is mother of each other grace Those not borne of her are but brats of base For till that faith doth sanctifie our hearts Our highest vertues are but morall parts Faith Lord is then thy stampe upon the coyn To make it currant and acknowledg'd thine Upon our graces wherein thou dost read The very Image of thy selfe indeed Lord melt our hearts then which are else but flint That this thy stamp may therein leave thy print And make the working luster of it bright For we can know it by no other light For as some pretious roots within the ground Can not or can be very hardly found But only when the springtime doth declare Their secret lodgings by the fruit thy beare So faith that plant implanted in our soules Growes so concealed from our sight like moules That we want knowledge to discern that root But by the branches and the fruits that sproot Faith then we must have or we must lose all A living faith too or else die we shall Faiths life appeareth by the fruit it beares It fruit appeareth being grain not tares O pretious fruit may that in us be found We have no cause then to suspect the ground Only it doth belong to us to weed And cast out all that may offend the seed Conscience wounded with sin Psalme 38. MIne iniquities are gone over mine head as an heavy Burthen too heavy for me verse 4. My wounds stinck and are corrupt because of my foolishnesse verse 5. I am troubled I am bowed downe greatly I goe mourning all the day long verse 6. For my loynes are full with a loathsome disease and there is no sound part in my flesh verse 7. I am feeble and sore broken I have roared because of the disquietnesse of my heart verse 7. Oyle and wine powred in Psalme 42. VVHy art thou so cast down oh my soule and why art thou so disquieted within me hope thou in God Psalme 103. THe Lord is mercifull and gratious slow to anger and plentious in goodnesse verse 8. He will not alwaies chide neither will he keepe his anger for ever verse 9. Like as a Father pittieth his children so the Lord pittieth them that feare him verse 13. For hee knoweth our frame he remembreth we are but dust verse 14. Desires of Aid THou good Samaritan thou God of art Good by thy readynesse God by thy skill In powring Oyle and wine into the heart That sin hath wounded oh direct my quill That in that best experience sence of feeling I may discover both to wound and healing We are the wounded Travellers indeed But thou art wounded with compassion more Our wounds do make thy wounded heart to bleed Thy blood applyd doth he ale our bleeding sore Oh pretious balme oh let it be applyd And let my hand be by thy help a guide The Conscience wounded with sin OH my mine iniquities my sin my sin Too heavy for me oh I sinck therein It doth go over as it were my head Intolerable burden no such lead My wounds are putrifi'd corrupt and stinck My foolishnesse is such my teares I drink Troubl'd and pressed with the weight I beare All the day mourning never free from care My loynes are fil'd with loathsomnesse besides There is no soundnesse in my flesh abides My conscience roares within me and the smart Torments me with the anguish of my heart Oyle and wine powred in BUt why art thou thus cast down oh my soule Why dost thou not those fearfull doubts controull Why art thou thus disquieted in my brest Oh trust in God returne unto thy rest The Lord the Lord is mercifull and kind Most slow to wrath and to forgive inclin'd Although offended doth not alwaies chide His anger doth but for a space abide Like a most tender Father to his childe So is he pitifull and much more milde For he considers where our frailty lyes And therefore bears with our infirmities The Authors Epigram COnscience oh conscience how comes this to passe Canst thou be wounded and yet arm'd in brasse Yea in a habit far more hard then steel A conscience seared hath no sense to feel But can sin wound thus hath it such a dart Yea wound thus deeply pricking at the heart Oh cruell weapon can it thus indent Through brasse through steel yea through this adamant And yet sin works not thus upon the soule That it would conscience in the act controll But rather rocks the conscience most asleep When like an aspe it makes the wound most deep Then there is nothing can do conscience good Till it be sprinkled with dissolving blood But then each motion that doth sin apply Doth wound the conscience and doth terrifie The conscience wounded with sin ALas alas the soule that sinsmust die So Scriptures tell me can the Scriptures lie No no the Scriptures never can be broken No word shall fail that is in Scripture spoken Oh then what comfort can remaine for me How scapes my soule my sinfull soule then free For I have sin'd and sin to death betraies Death is the wages that hard master payes Inviolable word of God herein Most miserable wretch that I did sin Most wretched slave that such a Master hath Most cruell wages oh eternall death Oyle and wine powred in VVHy will you dye thus doth our Father call When I delight not in your death at all Why will you dye then Oh returne and live I pardon sin and freely doe forgive My mercies please me I delight remorse But justice comes forth by constraint and force Beleeve and live this God the Son hath brought us And by his death from death eternall
bought us He paid our ransome and doth to us cry He that beleeves in me shall never dye He trode the winepresse of that bitter grape And drank the dregs off that we might escape The Authors Epigram THe soule that sins shall dye so Scripture saith And Scripture is our evidence of faith Againe the Scripture evidence doth give That such a soule as doth beleeve shall live Is then beleeving in our Saviour dying Or is his death made our death by applying How can the Scriptures here be reconcil'd Can we both save the parent and the childs Surely Gods justice must be fully pay'd But see Gods mercy how the debt is laid Man is ingaged man is quite undone God to redeem man layes to pawne his Son But man hath sin'd can God then satisfie Yes God for man doth become man and dye Whose guiltlesse death to guilty man apply'd Is more then if that all the world had dy'd The conscience wounded with sin BUt yet I am not satisfy'd alas My soule hath sin'd how can it come to passe Anothers soule should set my soule then free What can anothers death be unto me When Scripture doth directly testifie The soule that sins that very soule shall die Besides my sins they are exceeding great Nay more I feare my sins are desp'rate I have been such an enemy to heaven That I suspect I cannot be forgiven I faine would beare up but this beats me downe This milstone sincks me oh it makes me drown Oyle and wine powred in BY the first Adam all are bound to dye What there was lost the Second doth supply In the first Adam soule and body slain But in the Second both made live again For in our whole man Christ hath fully paid What can be unto soule or body laid Can then the greatnesse of mans sinning let When God himselfe hath undertooke the debt No be the bill ingaging us most large Yet having faith we need not fear discharge For as in Adam all condemned be Even so in Christ are all by faith made free The Authors Epigram OLd Adam falling all men fell therein Because that all men were in Adam then Christ our new Adam to renue old man Within our natures a new birth began By which new birth we are new borne indeed We in this nature are new Adams seed Begotten in him as the Scripture saith In him we live we move and dwell by faith By faith indeed for without faith we dye Within this field doth all our treasure lye Through Adams sin we by descent are slaine But through new birth we live in Christ again Besides in Christ we were condemn'd and dy'd He in our whole man all our wants supply'd Nor yet is justice in this nature crost If one man saves as much as one man lost The conscience wounded with sin BUt oh my conscience is not yet at rest Sin yet doth wound me it doth yet molest What though it were so that all mankinde be By Christ from sin originall set free And so our second Adam doth rest ore What our first Adam set upon our score Alas this cannot conscience free from care I have a load of actuall sin to beare What though I once were drest in cleane attire I have return'd to wallowing in the mire My actuall sin is more then Adams curse Condemnes more strongly and torments me worse Oyle and wine powred in MIsguided conscience be informed better Our father Adam was a greater debter As he was guilty of our root of sin So of the branches that take life therein That were his score not by another paid All sin might justly to his charge be laid Even so our second Adam hath made good All whatsoever can be understood Was lost in Adam and hath charged bin Both with the root and branches of our sin And given for all sin a discharge although All sinners have not their discharge to show The Authors Epigram OH subtill serpent how could he invent One should be charg'd with all mens punishment And yet not one man thereby have redresse Alas not one mans punishment the lesse But loving Father who hast sent thy Son To undoe all this hatefull foe hath done Thy wisdome doth his subtilty exceed Making him only guilty mankinde freed Freed by the freedome that thy Son hath wrought The Price whereby he hath our freedom bought Is sure sufficient fully to acquit All sin in mankinde mankinde can commit The reason then that any man is lost Is not the want of a redeeming cost But only the redeemed are too blame Not getting their assurance of the same The conscience wounded with sin DOth Christ discharge this debt that man did owe Oh blessed Christ but on condition though Though Christ be in this obligation ty'd Yet t is but on conditions on our side It we performe not the condition then The bond is void and we are undone men What is it then to me though Christ be bound If the condition be not in me found Oh what is this condition I am fraile I feare I shall in this condition fail My conscience tells me I am still ingag'd How shall my conscience be herein aflwag'd Oyle and wine powred in BLest Christ indeed we may most truly say Thus bound for us so great a debt to pay Yet on our part so little doth require And yet that little likewise doth inspire Sure sweet condition easie to fulfill Where meanes doth furnish to discharge the bill Easie indeed what can more easie be Then to beleeve that Christ hath set us free And yet as easie as it is we find This our condition doth no harder bind Nay he that binds us in this golden chain Doth give the thing too he requires again The Authors Epigram OH blessed Saviour what couldst thou do more Who to inrich us mad'st thy selfe as poore And to requite thee whence the Milions came That did redeeme us â—ost accept a dram And yet that dram too which thou dost demand Drop'd from thy fountain falls into our hand Thou hast not only easie payment set But fillst our purses to discharge the debt Oh froward mankind shall we fooles then grâ—â—â—â— To pay so little to receive so much Shall we make forset all we have betray Because we will not a poore homage pay Faith is but as our fealtie here done To hold our right by in our Fathers Son In Christ who is our purchaser from thrall Our right our Portion Righteousnesse and all The Conscience wounded with sin OH blessed faith art thou with God so great Doth he esteeme thee at so dear a rate But wretched I then and of all too blame Who have been so respectlesse of the same That I poore earthworm never understood This heavenly jemme or how it should do good Alas I thought it but a fruitlesse grace Which idle Christians only did imbrace I could no beauty in this Rachel see But blear-eyd Lea seem'd as fair to me And therefore it is justly me injoynd If I
to discern those objects as they are Which did exceed thy better sight so far Vaine man as thou thy heav'nly relish hast So vainly lost by a forbidden tast Even so thy sight when by a finit eye Thou fondly wouldst things infinite discry To stand and gaze upon the Sun although The Sun gives light yet dims our light we know And yet the beames which from the Sun do fly They dim not but give sight unto the eye So if thou look'st God as he is to see The more thou look'st the blinder thou shalt be His countenance doth such a lustre give No mortall eye may see the same and live Yet from his face as from a Sun doth shine Such radient beames and rayes of light divine As gives us light and so much as our vaine And silly Lamps can of a Sun contain Then let those rayes which in the Scripures shine Suffice thy soule that cleerest sight of thine Thou by his beames mayst view the Sun secure Thy sight can not the Sun it selfe indure Thinkst thou by power then of imperfect nature To take a perfect view of thy Creator Meere foole indeed thou mightst by reason find This cannot be were not thy reason blind But couldst thou reason never so refine Did brighter beams not with thy reason shine Thou couldst not see what once thou mightst have done Much lesse what was before the world begun Yet such like thoughts in this thy silly vaine And purblinde state doe now molest thy braine Thou but a drop which from the fountaines fell Wouldst to a fountaine in thy bubble swell Thou clim'st beyond the clouds and think'st it fit To be like God out of thy mother wit Yea beyond God and hast this thought accurst If God made all then who made God at first This being hyperbolicall to sense Thou trampl'st on inferiour consequence As Christ and heaven the soule and resurrection Because beyond thy sensible collection But thou whom night doth thus belet at noon What say'st thou to the Sun the Stars the Moon And Heavens above who made that glorious frame There is no procreation in the same They have as very heathen do declare Five thousand yeares remain'd the same they are Their like they in no likenesse have begot Like other creatures they ingender not Whence thou by sense maist evidently read They from themselves did never first proceed Yet made they be 't is manifest and cleer Those objects to thy very sense appear Then see the weaknesse of thy sense hereby And yet thy sense thy weaknesse doth discry Thou seest by sense the body of the Sunne But whence proceeding there thy sense hath done Thou seest by sense such bodies formed be But by themselves doth not with sense agree This to thy sense some others skill doth preach Thou find'st by sense that skill above thy reach Canst thou by sense and carnall reason then Thus prove a power beyond the power of men And cannot that same power of thee be thought A God observing what that power hath wrought Oh Sathans captive labour to resist That this worlds God who thus hath cast a mist Breake through those clouds and view a God above Thou dost by sense a deity approve View him thou maist in manifold respects Partly be sense in part by his effects And then observe what holy Scripture saith And view him further by the eye of faith For these are they and only these whereby That sun doth please to shine down from on high These are the casements set ope to our sight Of heavens most glorious treasury of light We men below have no such licence given Or pow'r to take a perfect view of heaven Our light so feeble and our hearts so brasing We can but only pry in through the glasing But here perhaps thou wilt this scruple move Admit saist thou there be a heaven above And in the same such glories as are said Though never yet to mortall eye displaid What though there be what canst thou gain thereby Since they are such as thou canst not discry Nor yet hast hope thou ever shalt do here Thou must goe further from them not more near Death must of all men living make an end And men by dying rise not but descend The grave at last shall be thy resting plot Where all things are concluded and forgot Why shouldst thou then disquiet thy selfe to gain Such knowledge as will but disquiet thy braine But carnall scholar who dost thus confute Thy very sense by sensuall dispute And as it were in malice go'st about To bring the very truth thou know'st in doubt Canst thou grosse Sadduce thus seduced be Be yet thus blinded yet hast eyes to see Art thou in honour and becom'st a beast O like the beast that perisheth at least Consider better labour to dispell Those fearfull â—â—â—â—â—s they are the fogs of hell And thither thou must sinke no means can save Beleev'st not thou the rising from the grave But thou shalt rise thou canst not that defend Though but to judgement and againe descend This thou might'st prove by Scripture most apparant Could'st thou give credence to that heav'nly warrant But howsoever thou dost under prise The powerfull truth in sacred Scripture lies Yet God disputing with the divell took His arguments out of that sacred Book He did by Scripture Sadduces confute He did by Scripture strike the divell mute He did by Scripture first reveale his will And doth by Scripture manifest it still And if thou only Scripture dost disdain Doubtlesse there doth no hope for thee remain God could have us'd some other weapon then To overthrow the divell and those men But yet he pleas'd to use no other sword Only to make us trust unto his word Shall God himself thus dignifie and grace it And shalt thou dust and ashes then deface it Oh trust it further and esteem it better The power of God is printed in that letter Againe besides the testimonies read In Scripture for the rising of the dead God doth convince thy error in this kinde By sundry means yea in thy very minde God hath imprinted in thy very breast Within thy soule which ever shall subsist An everlasting principall of right Which can by no meanes be extinguish'd quite This principall is naturally strong In aiding justice and suppressing wrong From whence it comes thou canst not act a sin Of doing wrong without a check within Hast thou done wrong then as who hath not here Get'st thou not pardon for the same 't is clear This principall when thou shalt come to dye Will leave thy corps and on thy conscience flye Where it for ever restlesse will abide Till justice shall be fully satisfi'd From whence there must some other place appeare To right such wrongs as are not righted here Besides thou couldst not sure account it vaine To be resolv'd the dead shall rise again Hadst thou but so much happinesse to see How reason here with nature doth agree Search then by reason