Come Lord when Grace hath made me meet Thy blessed Face to see For if thy work on Earth be sweet What will thy Glory be 8. Then I shall end my sad complaints And weary sinful daies And joyn with the triumphant Saints That sing Jehovah's Praise My Knowledge of that Life is small The Eye of Faith is dim But it 's enough that Christ knows all And I shall be with him This Covenant my Dear Wife in her former Sickness subscribed with a cheerful will Joh. 12. 26. 10. A Psalm of Praise To the Tune of the 148 Psalm 1. YE holy Angels bright Which stand before God's Throne And dwell in glorious Light Praise ye the Lord each one You there so nigh Are much more meet Than we the feet For things so high 2. You blessed Souls at Rest That see your Saviour's face Whose Glory even the least Is far above our Grace God's Praises sound As in his sight With sweet delight You do abound 3. All Nations of the Earth Extol the World's Great King With Melody and Mirth His glorious Praises sing For he still reigns And will bring low The proudest Foe That him disdains 4. Sing forth Jehovah's Praise Ye Saints that on him call Magnifie him alwaies His holy Churches all In him rejoyce And there proclaim His Holy Name With sounding voice 5. My Soul bear thou thy part Triumph in God above With a well-tuned heart Sing thou the Songs of Love Thou art his own Whose precious Blood Shed for thy good His Love made known 6. He did in Loves begin Renewing thee by Grace Forgiving all thy sin Shew'd thee his pleased face He did thee heal By his Son's Merit And by his Spirit For Glory Seal 7. In saddest thoughts and grief In sickness fears and pain I cry'd for his relief And it was not in vain He heard with speed And still I found Mercy abound In time of need 8. Let not his Praises grow On prosperous heights alone But in the Vales below Let his great Love be known Let no distress Curb and controul My winged Soul And praise suppress 9. Let not the fear or smart Of his chastizing Rod Take off my fervent heart From praising my Dear God What ere I feel Still let me bring This Offering And to him kneel 10. Though I lose friends and wealth And bear reproach and shame Though I lose ease and health Still let me praise God's Name That fear and pain Which would destroy My Thanks and Joy Do thou restrain 11. Though humane help depart And flesh draw near to dust Let Faith keep up my heart To love God true and just And all my daies Let no disease Cause me to cease His joyful Praise 12. Though sin would make me doubt And fill my Soul with fears Though God seem to shut out My daily cries and tears By no such frost Of sad delayes Let thy sweet Praise Be nipt and lost 13. Away distrustful care I have thy Promise Lord. To banish all Despair I have thy Oath and Word And therefore I Shall see thy face And there thy grace Shall magnifie 14. Though Sin and Death conspire To rob thee of thy Praise Still towards thee I 'll aspire And thou dull hearts canst raise Open thy Door And when grim Death Shall stop this Breath I 'll praise thee more 15. With thy Triumphant Flock Then I shall numbered be Built on th' Eternal Rock His Glory we shall see The Heav'ns so high With Praise shall ring And all shall sing In Harmony 16. The Sun is but a Spark From the Eternal Light It s brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight There the whole Chore With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore 11. The Complaint WHat mean impatient men to call it Pain That do the creatures wrath alone sustain But alas how much greater is my woe That must God's sharp displeasure undergo If a Worm's fury seemeth hard to bear Who dare before an angry God appear I thought my God had blotted out my sin And it no more remembred should have bin And wilt thou now call up what 's past and gone And charge upon me all that I have done Why then where is my Saviour ' where 's his blood Shall not thy Promises be all made good Where are thy tender bowels where 's that grace That shew'd me once thy reconciled face Dost thou repent or can God changed be O no! it 's I that falsly turn'd from thee Yet be not angry with me O my God! If thy Child cry and plead against the Rod Not daring to accuse thy narrow path But humbly bold to deprecate thy wrath Is it thy pleasure to behold my grief When thou canst with a word send full relief Dost thou delight to see me drencht in tears And overwhelm'd with doubts and horrid fears Wilt thou stand by and see my Soul thus sink While wasting flesh doth stand at the pits brink Shall grief and sickness leave but skin and bones And shall I know no breath but sighs and groans Have I no passions left but griefs and fears Are groans the only musick for thine ears And have I sense only to feel my woe And reason only misery to know And wilt thou suffer sinful unbelief To banish Joy and keep out all Relief How can that gracious Lord my woe desire That did so much to save me from the fire How can that Saviour be against my good That dy'd in love and washt me by his blood Can the same voice now pass so sad a doom That from my sin so lately call'd me home Wilt thou now frown me down to fears death That lately gav'st me a new life and breath Or can that hand that snatcht me from the flame Tear me and cast me back into the same Pity my God this sinking trembling Soul And let the hand that wounds me make me whole Friends would but cannot all their help is vain But thou canst quickly give me joy for pain What can friends do but make my grief their own And will not give me leave to die alone They can but add their fruitless tears and moans To joyn in a sad consort with my groans Their pity doth but make my wounds more deep While in compassion they stand by and weep Through me thou woundest them my pains are theirs And every tender friend a portion bears They can but pray for that which thou must give They strive in vain if thou wilt not relieve O spare me Lord and press me not too low Lest I should pievish and impatient grow Lest I should have unworthy thoughts of thee Forgetting what thy Love hath done for me Lest blind distrust get ground against my faith And I grow mindless what thy Promise saith Lest griefs consume the soul which thou hast made And lest thy Praises with my Comforts fade Lest I thine antient Loves no more rehearse But all my Thanks as a mistake reverse And lest unruly grief should make me break
Run fastest when the Truth 's behind No Heresies with you are sown There 's not a Truth but all will own A mixture we get here by rote And Errour keeps the major Vote There Pride and Faction cannot enter There 's no Division in the Center The Saints there play not Satan's part They use not any Carnal Art Their Righteous Brethren to Defame And by untruths to blot their Name There you are Comely and not Black Each One hath All yet None do lack What sin or smart can you befall Where SELF 's put off and God is All. Look up and see now VINES is gone Are not the Stars the more by One No but One fewer in our sight For we have forfeited his Light And such an One as all do miss Save those whose pleasure darkness is And who can Number Stars above When Saints so fast to Heav'n remove If but three such in all our times As USHER GATAKER and VINES Were taken hence by fatal sleep Three Nations should consent to weep And if an Age this loss repair The Church will think it very fair They shine in Glory now to God Who shin'd and burn'd here to a Clod. May such a sinful Worm as I Aspire and ascend so high That Kingdom 's mine in Hope and Right Which you possess by Love and Sight That God that Christ hath loved me Whose Glory blessed VINES doth see We were both washed in one stream And both enlightned by one beam One Garment also did us cloath At once One Pulpit held us both Much more One Church for we agreed Both in One Method and one Creed One Evil we did both condole As animated by One Soul Methinks where thou art I should be Although the lowest in degree Though thou art gone and I am here Yet is my Passing-hour near Time is at work both Night and Day Even when it seemeth to delay My Grave and Coffin are at hand My Glass hath but a little Sand Now I am writing and anon They 'l also say of me He 's gone Then I shall see the shining face Which is the Glory of your Place But lest in vain I hope and run Lord perfect what thou hast begun 14. A Dialogue between Death and the Believer A Rustick Song set to a pleasant Tune Death COme with me poor Mortal Quickly come away My Name is Dreadful Death Through this narrow Portal Come without delay For here I 'le stop thy Breath Presently my Dart Shall pierce thee to the Heart And away thy Life I 'le have It is in vain to fly Or any Friend to try For there 's none that can thee save Believer 2. Welcome friendly Death What canst thou do to me ' That I have cause to fear Though thou shalt stop my breath Yet I in Life shall be When thou shalt not be there And though the Gate be streight It leads unto that height Where I shall defie thy Dart Willingly I yield As armed by that Shield That will save my nobler part Death Come away frail Man And open now thy Breast And take thy mortal wound Let Friends do what they can And Physick do its best They 'l all too weak be found Lay now aside thy mirth And turn unto thy Earth I will give thee the fatal blow It is in vain to wish Thou canst not save thy Flesh For my Power thou shalt know Believer 4. Readily I come As being not the first That hath past through thy door Thou shalt but help me home When thou hast done thy worst And thou shalt be no more By drawing out my blood Thou shalt but do me good And ease me of my grief And though thou look so grim Thou shalt bring me to him That will give me full relief Death 5. Thy Flesh I 'le turn to Clay And all thy Bones to Dust And leave thee in the Grave Make no longer stay For come away thou must It is in vain to crave Cloathed from head to feet But with a Winding-sheet My Prisoner thou shalt be Bearing my loathsom Mark Thou shalt lie in the dark And the face of no man see Believer 6. Thou shalt but dig the ground Where God his Seed will sow And raise it at the Spring And there I shall be found And Christ his own will know And unto Glory bring When here I cease to live A better Life he 'l give Which thou shalt not destroy And though This Life thou spill My Soul thou canst not kill Nor again with fears anoy 7. When thou put'st out these Eyes I shall receive my sight My Day will all be Noon Above the spangled Skies Where never shall be Night Nor need of Sun or Moon The Grave also shall keep My Dust in quiet Sleep Till the Coming of my Lord That Flesh shall shine with God That now is but a Clod And must lie as a thing abhorr'd Death 8. Thy merry Daies are gone Thou shalt no longer stay Thy Life shall end in pain Thy Time and work is done And all thy Sport and Play And never shall come again Here take thy leave of Health And of thy Goods and Wealth And of every pleasant Friend Bid farewel to them all For here thy Corps shall fall And the World to thee shall end Believer 9. Boast not O conquered Foe For thou could'st have no strength But what comes from my sin My Lord will overthrow Thy Power at the length And will thy Prisoners win Thou could'st not keep my head When he lay in thy Bed But he rose and now doth Reign He 'l take away thy sting And endless Life will bring And with him shall I remain 10. How oft have I undrest me And laid my Garments by And dyed till the next day I do but go to rest me And shall rise speedily My Lord will not delay When thou hast broke this shell My Soul with Christ shall dwell And with Saints and Angels bright This World is but the Womb From which my Soul must come Into the Eternal Light 11. And what though Death be painful The pain is quickly past My Soul shall soon be freed My Lord shall make it gainful The gain shall ever last And Joy shall Grief succeed And though the Place seem strange And Nature fear a change Yet I with Christ shall be And when with him I dwell I know I shall be well And his glorious Light shall see 12. Thou shalt but kill my sin And crown my painful Race And end my Grief and Fear Thou shalt but let me in To see the blessed face Of my Redeemer dear And is it any loss To follow with my Cross Till I attain the Crown It 's he that truly dyes That Mercy doth despise And at last God will disown 13. I knew that from my Birth I was a mortal man My frailty is confest I knew my Flesh was Earth My Life was but a span And here is not my Rest If thou canst say no more All this I knew before And yet thy threats defie Have I long sought in pain And would I not obtain Joyful Eternity 14. O feeble thing How canst thou conquer Christ And make his Promise void First overcome my King And his Command resist By whom thou art employ'd First win the World above And conquer endless Love And then I 'le be thy slave Kill an immortal Soul And we will all condole And fear a darksome grave 15. It 's Christ that doth thee send To bring about his end And him thou must obey He is my dearest Friend And doth no harm intend In calling me away And why should he fear ill Whom Love it self doth kill And numbreth with the Blest Why should not Death fulfil His good All-ruling WILL My SPRING my GUIDE my REST. Hoc migraturus scripsi sub imagine Carmen FArewel vain World As thou hast been to me Dust and a shadow such I leave to thee The unseen Life and Substance I commit To him that 's Substance Life Light Love to it Some Leaves and Fruit are dropt for soil seed Heaven's Heirs to generate to heal and feed Them also thou wilt flatter and molest But shalt not keep from Everlasting Rest Vel Munde dolose vale mihi vera palestra fuisti Perficitur Cursus certa corona manet Vita fugax cessat Praestant aeterna caducis Mens superos visit Pulvere pulvis erit Excipe Christe tuum Tibi vixi Errata remitte Spe tibi commissum perfice Christe tuum Tu mortis mors es Vitae tu vita perennis Gloria nostra Tua est Gloria Lumen Amor. Non loca non coetus non hinc sperata videntur Optimus Omnividens Maximus illa videt THE English Verses written on a fair Marble over the Grave where my Wife and her Mother are buried in the upper end of Christ's-Church Chancel broken and lost by the fall of the Church when burnt were these Thus must thy Flesh to silent Dust descend Thy mirth and worldly pleasure thus will end Then happy holy Souls but woe to those Who Heav'n forgot and earthly pleasures chose Hear now this Preaching Grave without delay Believe Repent and work while it is day FINIS Mar. 3. 20. 21. 2. Cor. 5. 13. Matth. 20. v. 21. Matth. 19. v. 29. * Thuanus Davila * The Earl of Orery's Answer to a Petition * He dyed suddenly on the Lord's Day at night after he had Preacht and Administred the Sacrament * Mr. Anthony Burgesse was Minister at Lawrence Church Mr. Love succeeded him and was beheaded by the Remnant of the Long Parliament which cut off the King for sending Money to some about the present King Mr. Vines succeeded him * Those that saw me stand in his Pulpit at Lawrence Church between his Leggs when I Preacht for him because he could get no other Room in the Church understand this †See his Letter in the end of my Confession
were free 3. But while I sinned thou wast kind And sent'st thy Word and Spirit of Grace Thy Light did change my darkened mind And shewed me my wretched case Though I drew back thou didst prevail And I gave up my self to thee Thou undertook'st for wind and sail Both Ship and Pilot thou would'st be 4. I turn'd my back on worldly toyes And set my face toward Glory's Shore Where thou hast promis'd highest Joyes And Blessedness for evermore I took my leave of Sin and Earth What I had lov'd I now did hate Ashamed of my former birth I gave my Life a newer date 5. But since that time how am I tost Afraid of every storm and wave Almost concluding I am lost As if thou would'st not help and save If I look out beyond thine Ark Nothing but raging Seas I see On this side Heav'ns all 's deep and dark But I look further unto thee 6. Censures and scorns and frowns I hear Storms which before I never found And yet all these I should not fear If all at home were safe and sound But thy displeasure wounds my heart I have but two parts Flesh and Soul Both of thy wrath do bear their part And thou hast left me neither whole The Second Part. 7. All this is just Lord I confess I staid too long ere I came in And how should healing grace do less When I brought with me so much sin Much Pride and Vanity I kept Too oft my heart was looking back Though God stood by me yet I slept Heav'n was at hand yet I grew slack Spare Lord and pity thy poor dust That fled into thy Ark for Peace O cause my Soul on thee to trust And do not my distress increase O keep up life and peace within If I must feel thy chastening Rod Yet kill not me but kill my sin And let me know thou art My God 9. Folly dwelt in my childish breast Sin rob'd me of my youthful daies Let not thy wrath cut off the rest And stifle thine intended praise Whilst I forgot thee thou didst bear Thy kindness did invite me home O rack me not with grief and fear Kill me not Lord now I am come 10. The silent Dust speaks not thy fame Nor in dark Graves art thou renown'd The living Saints declare thy Name And in thy Church thy Praises sound Yet let me with thy houshold dwell Though I be numbred with thy Poor And with thy Saints thy Wonders tell Although I sit behind thy door 11. Set not thy strength against frail man O turn not yet this flesh to Clay My life thou know'st is but a span If I should see the longest day Break me not all to pieces Lord Or else let each piece have a tongue To cry till thou relief afford But not to say Thou dost me wrong 12. Pity this poor unworthy Soul That here devotes it self to thee Resolve my doubts my fears controul And let me thy Salvation see O let that Love which gave me groans And taught my needy Soul to pray Remove my fears and hear the moans Which sorrow breaths forth night and day The Third Part. 13. Why art thou fainting Soul cast down And thus disquieted with fears Art thou not passing to thy Crown Through storms of pain and floods of tears Fear not O thou of little Faith Art thou not in thy Saviour's hand Remember what his promise saith Life and Death are at his command 14. To him I did my self entrust When first I did for Heav'n imbark And he hath proved kind and just Still I am with him in his Ark. Could'st thou expect to see no Seas Nor feel no tossing wind or wave It is enough that from all these Thy faithful Pilot will thee save 15. Lord let me not my Covenant break Once I did all to thee resign Only the words of comfort speak And tell my Soul that I am thine It 's no Death when Souls hence depart If thou depart not from the Soul Fill with thy Love my fainting heart And I 'll not fading flesh condole 16. Health is but Sickness with thy frowns Life with thy wrath is worse than Death My comforts thy displeasure drowns And into groans tunes all my breath Where is that Faith and Hope and Love By which thou markest all thy Saints Thy Joyes would all my griefs remove And raise this heart that daily faints 17. Am I the Jonas dost thou mean To cast me out into the deep It shall not drown but make me clean Until thou raise me there I 'll sleep O Death where is thy poisonous sting O Grave where is thy Victory Thy dust shall shortly rise and sing God's Praise above the Starry Sky 18. My God my Love my Hope my Life Shall I be loth to see thy face As if this world of sin and strife Were for my Soul a better place O give my Soul some sweet foretast Of that which I shall shortly see Let Faith and Love cry to the last Come Lord I trust my self with thee John 11. 14. or 16. O let not unbelieving Thomas words Be now my answer But my dearest Lord's Amen 9. The Covenant and Confidence of Faith To the common Tunes 1. My whole though broken heart O Lord From henceforth shall be thine And here I do my Vow record This hand these words are mine All that I have without reserve I offer here to thee Thy Will and Honour all shall serve That thou bestow'dst on me 2. All that exceptions save I lose All that I lose I save The treasure of thy Love I choose And Thou art All I crave My God thou hast my heart and hand I all to thee resign I 'll ever to this Covenant stand Though flesh hereat repine 3. I know that thou wast willing first And then mad'st me consent Having thus lov'd meat the worst Thou wilt not now repent Now I have quit all Self-pretence Take charge of what 's thine own My Life my Health and my Defence Now lie on thee alone 4. Now it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live To love and serve thee is my share And this thy grace must give If life be long I will be glad That I may long obey If short yet why should I be sad That shall have the same pay 5. If Death shall bruise this springing seed Before it come to fruit The Will with thee goes for the Deed Thy life was in the root Long life is a long grief and toil And multiplieth faults In long wars he may have the foil That scapes in short assaults 6. Would I long bear my heavy load And keep my sorrows long Would I long sin against my God And his dear mercy wrong How much is sinful Flesh my Foe That doth my soul pervert To linger here in sin and woe And steals from God my heart 7. Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before He that into God's Kingdom comes Must enter by this Door