would the Publick Good maintain Nature seeks Honour with exalted Eyes While Grace its Honours due to God alone applies Nature Confusion and Reproaches fears Grace Shame with Pleasure for its Saviour bears Nature loves Slothfulness and lazy Rest Grace thinks it self in constant Labours blest Nature must have the Gay the Brisk the Fair And will against the Poor the Mean declare But Grace in honest humble Things delights And neither old nor homely Garments slights Nature loves present Things and lawless Gains And of the smallest Loss or Wrong complains Grace loves eternal things a Loss can bear And for a Scandal scorns to spend a Tear Has fix'd its Treasures high above the Skies And thither nobly rais'd with eager swiftness flies Sharp Nature grasps at All ne'r gives but takes And Private Interest its Idol makes Grace kind and free no private Interest makes And pleas'd with little rather gives than takes Nature at little Creature-Comfort flies Loves Wandrings inborn Lusts and Vanities Grace draws to God and Good the World abjures The Blush for roving innate Lusts endures Nature for outward sensual Joys enquires Grace Comfort only from its Lord desires And tow'rds a God unseen unseen Delights aspires Nature walks all in profitable ways Gives as it Fancies either Votes or Praise But all its Merits with exactness weighs Grace at its God its sole Rewarder aims Nor more of temporary Pleasure claims Than what may serve to feed pure Loves eternal Flames Nature of Friends and great Relations proud Proclaims its Honours and its Birth aloud And fawns on Greatness when with Wealth endow'd Grace seeks no worldly Friends but loves its Foes No worth in Place or Birth but Verue knows And with poor faithful Innocence will close The Rich the Mighty the Deceitful Slights The Good to Godlike Excellence excites Nature with Want sinks down no Want pure Grace afrights Nature it self regards it self defends Grace by good ways to God its Source ascends Proudly on no inherent Good presumes Nor high above the wiser World assumes But all its vigorous apprehensive Wit Will to its God and Wisdom's Test submit Nature would Secrets know and News would hear And much in-strange Experiments appear Loves Admiration much and gapes for Praise Grace seeks Novelties nor curious Ways Grace knows the World corrupt poor remains No new no real lasting Good contains Grace shows us how we may our Lusts restrain Vain Compliments and pompous Words disdain True inward Worth conceals with humble Eyes And to God's Honour all its Means applies Would have that God and not it self be prais'd Whose Goodness all its Force from less than nothing rais'd Grace is a Beam of God's superiour Light Bright Emanation from a Fountain bright Election's Seal Pledg of Eternal Rest Parent of heavenly Loves which warm the Breast And when it Rebel-Nature's Force subdues God yet will more and greater Grace infuse Till in the Man within his sacred Form renews LV. Ye were by Nature the Children of Wrath But by Grace ye are saved Bel. THOU hast Dear God created Me Thy Image and thy Son to be Send Me O send Me needful Grace And I 'll thy saving Health embrace Then I 'll Nature's Force subdue Which would Sin and Death pursue I find a carnal Law within Which leads my Captive Soul to Sin Against my better Thoughts rebels Till Grace the struggling Fury quells And the bright spreading Flame my inward Gloom dispels I want thy Grace thy wondrous Grace To check malignant Nature's Race Nature in Adam fail'd of old From thence the dire Infection roll'd And what was Perfect once and Pure Must now Corruption's Chains endure Nature to its self resign'd Is to all that 's ill inclin'd And with noblest Qualities Like a Spark in Ashes lies This is our boasted Sense around Envelop'd with a Gloom profound Knows Good and Ill and False and True But can't its wiser Thoughts pursue Since of Light from Faith deriv'd And of soundest Loves depriv'd Hence Lord thy Laws my Soul delight Thy Precepts Holy Just and Right Teach Me from every Sin to fly But ah my Body slavishly To Sin 's not Reason's Rules submits And when e're in wiser Fits I some nobler End propose Wayward Nature backward goes All my Thoughts abortive prove And I lose my Heart and Love Hence I Perfection's Way can see And what my Works and End should be But by Corruption's weight opprest Still in common Weakness rest To Good inclin'd for Grace I call To Try to Hold to Finish All. I All when that assists can do Without it nothing Good pursue Dear heavenly Gift God's welcome Smile Without which Nature's Gifts are vile Art Wealth Strength Beauty Language Sense From Grace alone their Worth commence Good and Bad partake of those Love from Grace abundant flows Both the Saint's bright Crown compose Both the Paths of Life disclose Love the greatest Grace excels Prophecies and Miracles Knowledg Faith and Hope may fail But holy Love will in a future World prevail Blest Heavenly Grace which canst the Poor In Mind with Godlike Vertues store Canst humble both the Rich and Great O come in Me O take thy Seat My Breast with Heavenly Comforts fill And in thy Soul thy Sweets distil O grant me Favour Lord with Thee Should Nature's Gifts defective be Thy Grace would prove enough for Me. Possest by Grace I scorn to fear The Tempter's Arts or Sufferings here In Grace my Courage Lord is laid That gives Me Comfort sends Me Aid Quells ray trembling Enemies And out-wits the worldly Wise Truth 's Mistress Queen of Discipline Solace of Mourners Beam Divine Bold Conqueror of Doubts and Fears Devotion 's Nurse Parent of Tears Meer rotten Wood or Stubble I Without it worthless useless lie Lord by thy preventing Grace Guide my Sublunary Race For Jesus sake my Soul embrace Till I in holy Works my whole Enjoyment place LVI This is the Way walk in it Christ SO far my Son as Thou thy self canst leave So far may I thy pious Vows receive Leave all without and inward Peace secure Leave Self within and of thy God be sure With perfect Self-denial yield to Me From base Reluctance and from Murmurs free Lo I the Life the Truth the certain Way Come follow Me and my Commands obey Without the Way thou canst not go Without the Truth canst nothing know Nor live without the Life below I am that Way which thou shouldst still pursue I am that Truth to which Submission's due I am that Life which must thy Life renew I am that safest Way which leads thee right Truth undeceiving Truth supreamly bright Pure blest unmade Eternal Life and Light Walk but in Me and thou the Truth shalt know And from Encumbrance free to Life immortal go Keep my Commands if thou wouldst Life obtain Believe Me if thou real Truth wouldst gain Put All things off if Thou wouldst perfect be Deny thy Self if thou wouldst follow Me For endless Bliss thy present Life despise Be lowly
bleeding Lord And thou my Soul with grateful Praise Thy Dear Redeemer's wondrous Bounty blaze Who in a Vale of Tears a Wild of Woes Would such vast Springs of holy Joys disclose As oft as there My Thoughts appear So oft I read my own Redemption o're So oft partake my Saviour's Merits boundless Store His treasur'd Mercies inexhausted prove And inexhaustible his Love O then renew thy Watch thy Thoughts compose With this great Feast thy holy Tremblings close So something new and kind and sweet Thou 'lt always in that sacred Duty meet Thy Lord will to thy Heart as lively come As if just born from Mary's Virgin-Womb As if the Tree Of Infamy Just now our sacrific'd Atonement bore And all the Soil around blush'd with his purple Gore III. Shew forth the Lord's Death often till his coming Believer Lo Here I come Dear Lord to Thee That I partaker of thy Gifts may be That I with swelling Joys may taste That Holy Feast that Sweet Repast By Thee for humble Souls prepar'd In Thee Dear Lord I all my Longings see My Health Redemption Strength Hope 's in thee My Crown my great Reward Jesus I lift my Soul to Thee O let thy flowing Joys descend on Me I would with good Zaccheus fain My Gracious Master entertain With Reverence and humblest Vows I 'd fain the Son of Faithful Abraham be My Soul would fain unite it self to Thee And Thee its Lord espouse I 'm satisfi'd if Thou be Mine No Comforts Lord are valu'd here but Thine Without Thee Life no Joys can give Nor can my Soul without Thee live I 'll oft to wait on Thee prevail Lest while unfed by Thee I upward move And mighty Foes and mighty Dangers prove My wretched Heart should fail When Mercy Lord thy Tongue employ'd And sickly Worlds thy healing Balms enjoy'd thou 'dst never send 'um fasting Home Lest Fasting should to Fainting come Dear Jesus be as kind to Me Thy Flesh thy Blood refresh the fainting Soul And who prepar'd receives the wholesome Dole Life's glorious Heir shall be I feel Dear Lord I feel how Sin How Sloth how want of Zeal prevail within O could I oft with Fervour pray O could I oft my Life survey I 'd to thy Holy Table fly Then I 'd be throughly purg'd enflam'd renew'd My holy Vows should be with Joy pursu'd Which else would faint and die I Lord with deep Confusion own To Sin my very Infant-Nature's prone But when I here my Vows renew I 'd Sin detest and Good pursue Dear God that Physick grateful make Tho I receive I 'm slothful oft and cold But should for holy Works be quite unsould Should I that Feast forsake How oft I 'm indispos'd to be My God a fit Communicant for Thee But still at proper Times I 'll strive To keep my holy Flames alive And share thy gracious Mysteries This Lord supports the Faithful Soul that He To Earth confin'd may still remember Thee Thy Loves devoutly prize Wonders of Condescending Love That Thou great God of Spirits shouldst from above To those in Spirit poor dispense Thy universal Influence And all their hungry Gripes relieve Happy thrice happy Souls who swell'd with Joy All their Devotions all their Flames employ When they their Lord receive How great 's the Lord how dear the Guests How true the Friend who then invades their Breasts The Mate how sweet the Spouse how fair Lovely as fancy'd Angels are Be silent Earth be silent Skies Their Grace their Beauties all descend from Thee Yet can 't their Beauties to the least degree Of thy Illustrious Name thy wondrous Glories rise IV. They shall be fill'd with the Fatness of thy House LORD I Apply My Heart to Thee O quicken Me And let thy Grace In Me take place Till with an humble Heart Before thy Altars I Appear and take a Part In Love's great Mystery Rouze Me Lord O rouze my Soul Off its lazy Temper roll Visit Me with thy Salvation Glut my eager Expectation With all those Heavenly Sweets which rise From that prodigious Sacrifice Clear Lord my Eyes that I may thro The Bread and Wine my Saviour view May I my Saviour's powerful Words believe And Grace from thence and heavenly Strength receive Wise Angels scarce those wondrous Depths can find The Condescensions of a boundless Mind And what can Sinners do to wretched Earth confin'd To be With Thee On Wings of Love I swiftly move With Heart sincere And awful Fear And with a Faith secure Thy just Commands obey Of my Redeemer sure In his appointed way O may I but meet Thee there And as One with Thee appear Mercy Dearest Saviour send Me And let powerful Grace attend Me Till I melt down with sacred Love And ne'r for other Comforts move This is the Christian 's noblest Flight His Body's Health his Soul's Delight The heavenly Physick for despondent Souls Which kills my Follies and my Lusts controuls Abates Temptations greater Grace bestows Here Courage bolder Hope securer grows Faith greater Strength and Loves a brighter Flame disclose How free From Thee Dear Lord to those Thy Goodness flows Whose Love and Fear Attend Thee there Thence mighty Comforts flow To lay their various Woes And when they sink below On Thee their Hopes repose Grace and Safety strong and new Here their growing Hopes pursue Wishes faint and cold Affections Mighty Doubts and weak Reflections Refresh'd with this Celestial Food Are chang'd and ever chang'd for good Here Thine thy faithful Love survey And with thy Strength their Weakness weigh Cold undevout and in themselves obdur'd Till Life Devotion Heat are here procur'd Streams will be sweet where sweet the Fountains rise A constant Heat from constant Burning flies This Fire more lively Flames this Spring more Sweets supplies What tho I know My boldest Strain Can ne'r contain That endless Love Which shines above Tho no Seraphick Flame My narrow Soul inspire Yet I 'll submisly claim One Spark of Heavenly Fire I 'll my longing Heart prepare Free from Pride and free from Care And devoutly there attending Watch the sacred Gleams descending What tho I can't approach the Spring Nor Vessels to receive it bring I 'll to the Rills my Lips apply And catch some Drops as sliding by Some sliding Drops to cool my thirsty Soul Dear Jesus Holy Saviour O controul My Wants Here poor and hungry Lord I lie Yet it 's thy Word Come weary Souls and I Will all your fainting Souls with needful Rest supply I moil And toil Opprest with Sin And Pains within By Woes o're-born And rack'd and torn Beneath that dreadful weight I murmur Lord and groan And from this mournful State Of Life would fain be gone Oft Temptations break my Rest Sorrows oft distract my Breast Hell's uneasy Weights oppress Me Griefs unweildy Chains possess Me. Whence then should my Assistance rise To Thee Dear Lord I lift my Eyes O keep Me safe O guide me right From hence to reach Eternal Light Thou
God loves to be the warring Christians Aid To place the Garland on his Head By starry Glories made What tho I Hear Receive and Fast and Pray In Sackcloth or in Ashes lie Or on my Flesh some Penance roughly lay And counterfeit Humility Such empty outward Shews are only vain Unless the Ax the Root may try And Peace within me reign When I at first believ'd my eager Zeal With holy Fervours flash'd and glow'd But I alas my former Acts repeal My Pains to conquer Sin bestow'd Had I my Virgin Love or Year by Year Could I one single Sin unload My Heart might once be clear It 's hard to leave a long accustom'd way It 's hard to break a stubborn Will Sin gets more Strength by our too long Delay And rooted Weeds are hard to kill Rouse then my Soul resist thy Foes betime Then Joys thy Thoughts enlarg'd shall fill And thou to Glories climbe XII It 's good for me that I have been afflicted HOW vain how foolish should we prove Should our Prosperity Our Wealth and worldly East improve And everlasting be But when we meet with ruffling Storms And Tempests here below The Danger our wild Thoughts reforms And we the wiser grow If tho we walk by Vertue 's Rules Our Thoughts sincere and true We 're persecuted counted Fools And Death our Steps pursue We 'll never fix on fading Earth Nor swell with empty Pride So humble Thoughts will take their Birth From Passions mortifi'd That Man alone is wise whose Rest Is in his God secure Who when with worldly Woes opprest Has him a Shelter sure He 'll little value Comforts here But will with Faintings groan Till he exalted high appear Before his glorious Throne He scorns a fading Life and longs To be from Earth unbound To join with Angels grateful Songs In Hallelujahs round XIII Resist the Devil and he 'll fly from you WHile to this wretched Spot of Earth confin'd Temptations Woes assault my thoughtful Mind The Prince of Darkness walks his constant Rounds And careless Souls with various Arts confounds I 'll quickly then in watchful Prayers engage To break his black Designs check his restless Rage Imperfect I imperfect all below A thousand Fears a thousand Sorrows know Old Saints their Heaven through Tribulation found And after Trials were with Glories crown'd They 'r sharp but wholesom Physick for the Soul They teach us Good and all our secret Lusts controul Think then my Soul on spotless Innocence Thy Father's Blessing and secure Defence It 's lost it 's gone a thousand Mischiefs now Within thy own deceitful Bosom grow With Heaps on Heaps the Mountain-Surges rise And Sins vast Deep within the raging Tide supplies Hope not to ' scape by flight the Traitor will Go with thee hang about thee plague thee still That first with humble Patience mortify â—hen to thy God for sure Assistance fly Thy Strength thy Courage and thy Art is small â—â—is Aid supports thee best breaks thy dreadful Fall Dost thou beneath severe Temptations groan The Kindness then of prudent Counfels own Oft ask the Guides of Souls and oft enquire What Waters best may quench the raging Fire Are others tempted with the tend'rest Hands O touch their breeding Wounds and loose their pinching Bands Couldst thou my Soul but to thy self be true And the sure Steps of steady Faith pursue thou d'st often live from sharp Temptations free And calm thy Thoughts and calm thy Sleeps might be But Ships without their Pilots wildly reel And every changing Blast and every Billow feel Only When by Temptations prov'd thou l't shine With brighter Faith and Passions more divine Thy Truth shall make the gazing World admire And to the same Superiour Heat aspire Temptations are thy Test when bravely past Thou l't reach the peaceful Shore the promis'd Land at last Watch then my Soul betimes resist thy Foe Nor let him past the fatal Entrance go Thoughts Fancies Pleasure Motions to Consent Thou mayst by prudent Vigilance prevent If to the Devil once thou quit the way He 'll quickly enter whole and like a Tyrant sway God Men by secret Rules of Wisdom tries And when they 'r try'd with needful Strength supplies Preserves from pointed Rocks of blind Despair And looks for Faith and Vows and fervent Prayer For wondrous Good the last Events ordains And for his Servants sakes Hell's fiercest rage restrains Sometimes the Man by fierce Temptations try'd By heavenly Grace has all their Powers defy'd Yet sinks beneath a smaller Force and shows What Weakness on deserted Nature grows To batter down our Pride and make us be Entire Dependants on a stronger Deity Down then my Soul and God's Almighty Hand Shall raise thee soon and make thee firmer stand Tho Sorrows pierce thee thro thy sacred Light Shall flash more lively and shall shine more bright The Ship in Calms a Novice safely steers The skilful Pilot's Art in roughest Storms appears XIV Judg not INto thy self O turn thy Eyes For who himself severely tries A mighty Task shall find Of Guilt a thousand fertile Seeds Of Sins a thousand fatal Breeds Corrupt his careless Mind Purge then thy self the first for He Who will on others curious be And in their Bosoms pry Thro' Prejudice must oft mistake And oft the Rules of Truth forsake And cast his Reason by He 'll oft the noblest Acts pursue With Censure where Applause is due But in a nearer Case He 'll love himself too well and hate To ruffle his internal State And his own Failings trace Some wretched Inmate dwells within Some secret flattring darling Sin Our partial Reason blinds Our Vices thence our Vertues seems And we our selves for Crimes esteem In our distemper'd Minds It 's hard to quit our antient Ways Where Lust its gaudy Wings displays And with the clearest Light When e're we walk abroad we see But when within our selves we 'd be We 're lost in gloomy Night XV. Let all your Works be done with Charity O Never let inferiour Love Thy Fancy move Nor worldly Interests bend thy Will To practise ill Good Works may better Works excite But ne're should be deserted quite Crown'd all our outward Works must be With Charity Tho small in Value then they 'l rise Among the Wise The God above observes in you How well and not how much you do His Actions will the greatest prove Who most can love His Actions shine above the rest Who acts the best He acts the best who prefers still The publick Good to private Will Some talk of Charity but try To thrust it by Lust Will Convenience or Reward They most regard He whom true Charity inspires God's Glory not his own desires He envies none nor would by choice Alone rejoice And looks for real Good from none But God alone Nor shall the World by him be nam'd When thus with heavenly Loves enflam'd XVI Bear ye one another's Burdens DOST thou a Blemish in thy self descry Support it humbly God resolves
Reflection's prest But all his Actions are refin'd and good No Peace the guilty Conscience knows But secret Gripes and swelling Woes As constant Rains augment the rolling Flood What tho They talk of peaceful Days And high their vain Expectance raise And dream of happy Lives from Anguish free Mind not their haughty Looks or Lies Vengeance on all their Pride shall rise And all their Embryo Thoughts abortive be Joy in severe Affliction proves No uncouth Task to him who loves His Saviour's Cross is all his Boast and Pride While that short Praise the World bestows A thousand Griefs and Mischiefs close And humane Hearts with torturing Woes divide Sweet Innocence not vulgar Air And God and heavenly Truth prepare Treasures of lasting Joys for humble Minds Who to eternal Crowns aspires No Temporary Bliss desires Nor on this wretched Earth Contentment finds Where transient Bliss the Man deceives The Wretch a glorious Kingdom leaves And barters Orient Gems for crumbling Dust He only gains a peaceful State Who neither values Praise nor Hate But 's ever to Himself and Vertue just Praise adds no Holiness to Thee And He a spotless Saint may be Who droops beneath the Weight of sensless Lies God only knows him thro' and where The Hands are clean the Heart sincere The Man at ease the common Vogue defies He 'll ne're in Creature-Comforts rest God wholly fills his taintless Breast And to Eternity consigns his Name All sordid Passions then remove And walk with God in perfect Love And promis'd Crowns of Heavenly Glory claim VII We love him because he first loved us HAppy thrice Happy 's He Who can Himself despise And from ignobler Passions free Up to the Gust of Love Divine can rise Once was I fond of Pleasures here Toys could themselves to trifling Thoughts endear But now I 've cast 'em off my Jesus now Has my cold Heart with sacred Flames possest I to his Scepter only bow With Heavenly Raptures blest He 's mine He 's mine to him My wing'd Affections fly To me my former Comforts seem An empty Cheat a dangerous Fallacy Jesus alone my Saviour's true Daily his Aids his charming Loves renew Who e're in this declining World confides Crush'd with it in eternal Ruines lies Only my Rock my Christ abides And powerful Time defies I 'll grasp my Lord my Love And on his Breast recline Let Others Other Friendships prove My Life my Jesus shall alone be Mine Others the Soul in Dangers leave My Jesus can't my longing Hopes deceive I must from all inferiour Pleasures part Nor if I would could I the Cheats retain My Jesus ever keeps my Heart And I in Him remain Come Life come hasty Death I 'll in my Jesus trust To him I 'll gladly yield my Breath He 'll only to my Faith and Love be just He can't endure another Guest Should rival him in my divided Breast There He 'll an Arbitrary Monarch reign His Throne when freed from bold Usurpers hold And my dull Heart to entertain His glorious Image mould Jesus my Lord alone My Love with Loves requites But off those airy Hopes are blown Which transient Bliss or faithless Earth invites No more I 'll look abroad no more My Jesus is my All my boundless Store Should I e're seek my Self my Self would prove Worse than the World and worse than Hell to me While I my Jesus only love He 's my Security VIII I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine JEsus Dear Holy Charming Name My Joy my Love my Soul my vital Flame How am I blest when thou art here How dead when thy sweet Beams no more appear Vain is all Solace drawn from things below Only from thy dear Life Eternal Comforts flow So when with ruddy swelling Eyes Blest Mary offer'd Sorrow's Sacrifice To her dear Breathless Brother's Ghost Her broken Thoughts in strange Amusements lost Jesus the Master call'd the welcome Sound Wip'd off her flowing Tears her Eyes in Pleasure drown'd What Rocks could keep their Quarry long When call'd from thence by his harmonious Tongue How stupid would the Sinner prove Whom his All-powerful Language fail'd to move I 'm lost undone should He rejected be That Loss is greater far than that of Worlds to me Without Him what 's the flattering World But one rude Heap in wild Confusions hurl'd With Him Hell's darkest part would be A Paradise from all Temptation free Jesus alone 's an inexhausted Mine Of Consolations rich and Treasures all Divine How shall I hold thee fast my Love How with my Jesus all my Days improve O make me Humble make me Kind So I shall his unalter'd Presence find My Jesus I by Sins may turn to flight But then must friendless live in Sorrow's gloomy Night May I enjoy but thee my Dear I 'll not a thousand marshal'd Armies fear No threatning Worlds shall daunt my Soul Nor Hell's confederate Bands my Joys controul Others I 'll love for Thee but Thee alone For thy Essential Worth my Lord my Saviour own I 'll lay my pining Envy by And or'e my Passions for a Conquest try Vile in my self yet lov'd by Grace To others I 'll thy sacred Footsteps trace No wretched Inmates shall my Heart divide I 'm all I 'm only thine by all Engagements ty'd Wash me my God and make me pure My Soul from all ensnaring Arts secure O let me taste O let me see What inexhausted Sweetness flows from Thee Draw me prevent me by powerful Grace And my purg'd Soul with thy endearing Arms embrace When of thy powerful Grace depriv'd My Wealth my Hopes my Joys are all shortliv'd When that returns reviv'd again I vigorous Hopes and mighty Joys attain So Summer Winter Day succeeds to Night And to a sullen Storm a Sky serene and bright IX O that my Head were Waters IT 's easy very easy sure When Seas smile only with a gentle Gale To hold the Rudder or to furl the Sail A young a half-experienc'd Skipper may The floating Hulk from Port to Port convey From lurking Rocks and Sands secure But when an Earth-born Tempest loudly roars And foaming Billows dash the sounding Shores When Mountain-Surges bounding high With curling Heads attempt the thundring Sky Each Flurry opens Nature's silent Womb And every Break displays a gaping Tomb A skilful Pilot only then can hold The Helm with long Experience bold Hoary with Toils with great Successes crown'd And all his brawny Crew around With Stomas undaunted and in Dangers old So when unfailing Comforts flow From smiling Heaven to stay the staggering Soul And all its Joys are undisturb'd and whole A Novice Christian tho with Crosses tri'd May bear his Head above the broken Tide And an unyielding Courage show But if at once when Hell and Earth conspires To work his Ruine God himself retires If he behind a Cloud conceal His Lifeful Smiles and if a dismal Peal Of Cares and Fears wild Doubts and dark Despair And Hell 's swift Troops around the groaning Air Break
base Distrust and vile Reflections fall But those who for his own Dear sake can love Their Holy Jesus wiser prove Conscious of Sin they look for Sin 's Reward Sorrows Afflictions Anguish here below With Thanks their Master's Strokes regard And in his Rod his Kindness know Tho to a deep a hopeless Gloom confin'd They 'r grateful all and all resign'd O from that Love what mighty Wonders spring When private Interests no Distraction bring But Ah! what Mercenary Souls are they Who only serve their Lord for pay Who in his dearest Self no Charms could find To touch the humble Heart ease the love-sick Mind A Soul abstracted quite from things below We rarely very rarely know Could I for such a Temper freely give This mighty Globe alas 't were worthless all Should I a mournful Recluse live How short would Tears and Mourning fall Could I for it through Learning's Circle run The Purchase would be scarce begun Nay had I Vertue and Devotion too And only Extasy and Rapture knew Much would be wanting yet my Test would be If I my Self could conquer Me Could I the Rivals of my Lord dethrone And yet my Self at last a worthless Servant own The best of Saints will no Deserts pretend No Actions of their own commend They know their inward Frailties all and know How short their Labours of Perfection are And still as better humbler grow And still against Themselves declare They know their Master never wants their Praise Their Service can't his Glories raise I 'll tread their sacred Steps and boldly try To lay my self my wild Presumptions by I shall when meanest to my Self I seem Be greatest in my God's Esteem Poor in my self and despicably vile But rais'd to Strength and Wealth by his reviving Smile XII God forbid that I should glory save in the Cross of Christ IT 's hard extreamly hard to hear the Cry Make haste take up the Cross thy Self deny Make haste thy Master's Steps pursue But harder far to hear that dismal Doom Depart damn'd Wretch to Hell's eternal Gloom To Flames and endless Torments due But those who bore their Cross of old appear All free from Horrors and from damning Fear And when the fatal Trumpets sound In Heaven the Banner of the Cross shall stand And all its Friends a bright Triumphant Band Their Standard and their Lord surround Why should I fear the Cross who claim the Crown That Cross which brought my Life and Safety down And me from all my Foes defends The Thoughts of That superiour Sweets diffuse And That my inward Strength and Joy renews And to Divine Perfection tends Front thence my Hope my dear Salvation flows I 'll bear it then and with my Saviour close With him the Marriage-Chamber gain That I might for a suffering State provide He bore the Cross and on the Cross he dy'd But Glory still rewards the Pain Try High and Low all ways for safety try Safety at last beneath the Cross must lie In Lusts and Passions mortify'd Strive to avoid it still thou 'lt find a Cross Thou 'lt find dark Grief sharp Pains Afflictions Loss And sudden Woes thy Time divide Perhaps my God may in a Cloud retire Perhaps my Neighbours may my Fate conspire Or I my Self my Self torment Thus God would have me by Affliction try'd More bright more clean more throughly purify'd By what I can't with Care prevent Could I all other Persecutors shun In vain my Self yet from my Self would run This Self would be a Cross to me By Sufferings I my Saviour's Lot may know More patient thence and more submissive grow And Peace and endless Glory see The Cross if with a chearful Heart I bear With that I 'll to the peaceful Harbour steer Where Griefs and Pains shall reach no more If I reject it I must bear it still A second must the same Design fulfil More weighty far than that before No Man no Saint yet liv'd from Sufferings free Not one short Moment could my Jesus be Without the bitter pondrous Load He Dy'd he Rose and thence to Glory pass'd And I may reach those Seats of Bliss at last By that Imperial Purple Road. Would I then dream of Pleasures dream of Rest Fond Fool I know this wretched Life 's opprest With endless Crosses endless Woes If I have Grace my banish'd earthly State Will Crosses to my longing Soul create And quickly break my soft repose Beneath the Cross I Heavenly Comforts find My Flesh fatigu'd but my Superiour Mind By inward strengthning Grace renew'd While thus I follow Christ my Joy shall rise My Faith he 'll by my patient Sufferings prize Tho with his Strength alone endu'd Flesh hates the weighty Cross the Rod the Chain To fly from Honours and Affronts sustain Nor can fond Self Himself despise Such Vertues only spring from Faith Divine And if the Cross on Faith's bright Armour shine Hell from the dreadful Vision flies Move then my Soul thy Cross submissly bear And for a thousand Cares and Griefs prepare Drink what thy Saviour drank before Rejoice in Sufferings little Bugbears all To that bright Crown which on his Brows may fall Who once his Cross with Patience bore If I in Sorrows once can Sweetness find My Soul to bear my Saviour's Cross resign'd I 've found a Paradise below But if I murmur at the Weight I bear And fly from Sufferings with a thoughtful Care I but from Chains to Tortures go Come Cross come Death then for my Saviour's sake My Lot I 'll with submissive Gladness take And so Eternal Peace obtain For should I mount with Paul above the Skies Affliction still might be my Exercise When I to Earth return'd again Ah! were I worthy that Immortal Fame To suffer for my dear Redeemer's Name How would the Saints rejoice for me Patience the most impatient Slaves will praise And Trophies to the smiling Martyrs raise When from the Cross themselves are free O may I then while living daily die To Sin to Earth and to my Self that I May fill my Heart with things above So may my God accept my happier Choice To die with Christ not with the World rejoice And thence approve my sacred Love Christ taught me thus and had His Wisdom known What safer Path could be to Glory shown To that He 'd all his Friends invite I 'll then to grasp at Him my Self deny And thro' a thousand Tribulations try To reach the dazling Realms of Everlasting Light The Christian Pattern PARAPHRAS'D The Third Book I. I will hear what the Lord will say unto me Believer LET 's now my Soul attentive be To what my God will speak to Me. Blest Souls which hear his charming Voice And in his sacred Words rejoice Blest Ears which hear those Heavenly Sounds Which no inferiour Noise confounds Thro which my God by various Ways To Me his powerful Truth conveys Blest Eyes on inward things intent Which foreign Objects can't prevent Blest Man who thro Heaven 's Secrets
pries Improv'd by daily Exercise Who on his Master longs to wait And would Earth's mean Incumbrance abdicate Watch then my Soul and shut the Door Admit inferiour Toys no more But hear O humbly hear what He My God my Lord will speak to Thee He 's all thy Health thy Life thy Peace And makes thy Inward Jars to cease Cast off poor transitory things And search for Truth 's Eternal Springs The World 's a Cheat the Creatures Cheats If once their mighty Lord retreats Throw off then all those Cheats below And Faith in thy Creator show If thou'dst the utmost Sweets of Heavenly Blessings know II. Speak Lord for thy Servant heareth Believer SPeak Lord O speak thy Servant hears Unclose my Eyes unlock my Ears To me thy Sacred Dictates shew O to thy Words my Heart encline O make it yield to Truths Divine As Lillies bend with Morning Dew Thy awful Thunder's dismal Roar Made Israel's frighted Tribes implore Not Thee but Amram's Son to hear They trembled at his radiant Brow But when from burning Darkness Thou Declar'dst thy Name they dy'd for Fear With all submissive Boldness I To Thee alone for Counsel fly Speak Lord O speak thy Servant hears No Moses I no Saint require But thy dear Words alone desire O speak to my attentive Ears Sweet may the Prophets Language sound When they Mysterious Truths propound Plain are their Words their Counsels plain Without they show thy sacred Way And Plant and Water all the Day And Cry but Cry alas in vain From Thee the Spirit only flows By Thee the Heart with Fervor glows Thy Aid the Mystic Word explains Thou giv'st Perfection Strength and Light And mak'st the grateful Soil requite With weighty Fruit the Workman's Pains Then let no Moses speak to me On Thee Dear Lord I wait on Thee For Fruit for Life for endless Love O teach me what I hear to do And Love to what I know to shew And Faith by Holy Works to prove Speak then O speak thy Servant hears With Thee the living Word appears Thy Words Eternal Life bestow Speak Lord O give thy Self to Me And then my Lips and Heart to Thee Shall with Eternal Praises flow III. Be not proud for the Lord hath spoken Christ HEar then my Words my Son more sweet than those Which antient Philosophic Sages chose My Words are Life and Spirit far above That wretched Phrase which Human Senses love Not fram'd for itching Ears but humble Souls Where mighty Love the silent Thought controuls Happy the faâ—our'd Christian taught by Me Who lives from common Fears and wild Destruction free I taught my Prophets and my Priests of old And still to Men my saving Truths unfold Most lie like sensless Adders deaf or They The World more gladly than their Lord obey The World poor Trifles transient Joy propounds Yet every Street with eager Slaves abounds I promise pure Delights and endless Love Yet can't the stupid Hearts of Mortals move Nay in my Holy House the Plague prevails No little Priest for small Preferment fails To go to run to fly but scarce can crawl When I to Holy Pains and sharp Repentance call For paltry Sums how oft the noisy Bar Maintains a tedious and a costly War By Night by Day with restless Care they 'l ply If they some distant Glimpse of Gain descry But sensless Fools for never-changing Good For vast Rewards and Honour's rising Flood For Crowns of endless Bliss they 'l rarely try But at the very Thoughts of active Vertue die Blush then poor whining lazy Wretch to see How Slaves of Earth with more Activity For Hellish Deeps and Chains of Darkness strive Than Thou in thy Creator's Arms to live Those Fools can more in dull Delights rejoice Than Thou to hear thy Saviour's warning Voice Yet oft they lose their empty Hopes but I Ne'r broke my Promise nor was known to Lie Rocks may be torn and mighty Mountains fall One Word dissolve the vast Terraqueous Ball But where I find a constant Love to Me My happy Friends a full Reward shall see More than their largest Thoughts their Souls shall find Their Bosoms always calm their Maker ever kind Then on thy Heart my powerful Word engrave Peruse it well and my Assistance crave When Tempests gather in an angry Sky With Wisdom they 'll thy Head and Heart supply I oft my Friends with sharp Temptations prove As oft revive them with returning Love This makes them prosecute their Sins with Hate This makes them close at Vertue 's Altars wait But he who slights my kind Instructions shall Beneath the dreadful Stroke of weighty Vengeance fall IV. Lord I come to do thy Will Believer MY God my only Good may I To Thee one humble Word reply I wretched Worm more vile and low Than Words can speak or Heart can know Wilt thou thy worthless Servant own May I approach thy awful Throne Pity Dear Lord thy Pity send On him who nothing can pretend No Grace no Strength no Light 's in me But Weakness and Obscurity But Thou art Holy Just and Kind Immense and thy Almighty Mind Runs thro the World and fills it All But Souls which back from Vertue fall Thy Love thy tender Mercy Lord To Me a needy Slave afford Thy Goodness hates an empty Place O fill my Head and Heart with thy enlightning Grace How can I live a Stranger here Unless thy pitying Grace appear O let me Mercy Mercy see And never turn thy Face from Me Forsake not Lord my Soul lest I Like drowthy Fields or Desarts lie Unfruitful Barren Dismal Wild With Dragons and with Serpents fill'd Teach me Obedience Lord to Thee And Prudence and Humility Thy Wisdom reads my Soul my Heart Thy Truth examines every Part And e're the World or I were made Before thy searching Eyes my unborn Thoughts were laid V. And they who worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in Truth Christ WAlk then with Me Truth 's Sacred Motions trace And turn thy Heart to seek my glorious Face Truth will protect Thee from the Tempter's Rage And guard Thee from a vile seducing Age She 'll set Thee truly free and make Thee rise Above those Errors Men to break her Force devise Believer True Dearest Lord O may it be My God as Thou declar'st to Me Let Truth instruct me keep me sure And my Eternal Bliss procure From vile Affections Chains unbind And brutish Loves debauch'd and blind Then with a Heart sincere and free I 'll walk my God I 'll ever walk with Thee Christ To Thee I 'll all the Ways of Goodness show And thou my Son shalt all my Pleasure know Think on thy Sins think with the sharpest Sense Nor dream of Merits or of Innocence Thy Sins are many and thy Passions wild Thou oft by Hell's deceitful Arts beguil'd Thy Pains are worthless but thy Falls severe Chains Grief and Ruins round thy Tents appear No Praise on thy Phantastic Vertue waits But every thing thy swelling Pride
rebates Weak are thy best Designs and weaker far Than all thy humblest Apprehensions are Don't then my Son thy little Actions prize Nor let great Shows delude thy wandring Eyes Let not the World be sweet or dear to thee Nor fix thy Love beneath Eternity Be TRVTH thy Darling TRVTH thy Soul's Delight Thy Innate Vileness all thy Tears excite Thy Fears thy angry Talk thy Scorn and Hate Engag'd against thy inward sinful State Some with a careless Life but Curious Eye Would boldly thro my Mystic Secret pry Neglect their own and others Souls confound Till in a Sea of deep Temptations drown'd And for their mad Attempts and Godless Pride Down by revenging Strokes to endless Tortures slide Do Thou my Anger and my Judgments fear And don't too busy on my Works appear Thy Sins examine well thy Sins survey Thy frequent Negligence thy cold Delay Some on their Pray'r-Books or on Form and Show All their Devout deceitful Hours bestow They 'l Talk indeed but never Think of Me But those of Souls refin'd more clearly see And only pant and breath to reach Eternity Their Ears all Earthly Conversation hate Unwillingly on Nature's wants they wait They all the Smiles of flattering Worlds despise And higher still in Heavenly Vertues rise And spurn the Ball below and grasp the lofty Skies V. Love is strong at Death Believer TO Thee Eternal Father I With earnest Thanks and Praises fly Father By kind Adoption Mine My Saviour's by his Birth Divine Thro whom on wretched Me bestow'd Thy streaming Pity largely flow'd Blest ever blest be thy Great Name From whom my former Comforts came Who pitied oft unworthy Me For Mercy only lives in Thee To Thee to thy Eternal Son Thy sacred Spirit blest Three in One All humble Thanks all hearty Praise I 'll thro Immortal Ages raise O Gracious God! when once my Breast Is by thy sacred Love possest All Rapture then and Extasy My Heart and Soul shall wait on Thee O then my Hope my Harbour be When Seas of Tribulation compass me Weak are my Vertues weak my Love But O with Joys my Strength improve And with thy Heavenly Discipline Oft visit and my Soul refine My Passions my Affections guide That heal'd and throughly purifi'd My Love with brighter Flames may shine And Patience make me all and only Thine O what 's the Force of Heavenly Love How wondrous all its Motions prove It makes the Heavy Burden Light And always holds the Ballance right It can the Cross with Pleasure meet And make the Bitter truly Sweet Jesus that Name belov'd can raise The humblest Soul to grasp at Praise Make it to mighty Works incline And greater still and more design Love scorns the lower World and flies Like Flames to reach their kindred Skies Love hates Restraint and hates its Chains And always of its Clogs complains Sweet Love the roughest Souls can hold Enflames the Wise the Brave the Bold Makes Heaven the Rest of Saints above And God himself subsists in boundless Love The Lover smiles and springs and flies He 's free and every Bar defies Gives All to All yet keeps it All For he his God his own can call From whom the purest Blessings fall It 's not the Gift but Giver He Above all other Joys would see Love knows no Mean but burns and glows And ore its common Bounders flows Love never values Weight nor Pains Nor of th' Impossible complains But grasps at All and All can do If he who loves can be but active too Love watches in the Lover's Eyes And ne're fatigu'd nor fainting lies Love tho confin'd abroad can rove Unfrighted by the noisy Drove Love like a Torch or Astral Fire Will always tow'rds the Poles aspire If that bright Flame my Soul possess I soon to God shall find Access My God my Love my Life is mine And I Dear Lord am All and only Thine O then with Love enlarge my Heart To me that Heavenly Gust impart That I those happy Sweets may prove And always Live and always Love May Love possess me all and raise My Passions to a soaring Blaze Teach me to sing the Songs of Love And fly with Thee dear Lord above O fill me more and more till I A Phenix in those Flames may die More than my Self I 'll love Thee Lord If thou thy lightsome Beams afford And for thy sake I 'll all embrace Who love thy Glories and who seek thy Face Love when sincere is swift and warms With pleasant and delightful Charms It 's Brave and Patient Wise and True Long-suffering Manly ever New And never seeks it self but You. Love's Cautious Humble seeks the Right Not Soft Effeminate or Light But Sober Peaceful Firm and Chast A Guard on all our Senses plac't Love to its Guides Obedience gives And meanly of it self believes Devout to God and grateful proves And still by Hope's Prescriptions moves Yea tho its God His Smiles remove Since Clouds sometimes obscure the Skies of Love Fit Me for Suffering O my God O fit me for thy sharpest Rod For if I dare not smart for Thee No Lover's Name belongs to Me. All Hardship I for Thee can bear Thy Love can harshest things endear No Pains from Thee shall make me start While Grace unvails my Eyes and Love secures my Heart VI. Whom resist stedfast in the Faith Christ YEt still my Son thou' rt neither brave nor wise And Love's soft Name is but thy thin Disguise Bel. Why Lord Chr. Consider how thy Soul recoils Despairs of Comfort and desponds with Toils The valiant Lover like a Rock secure Can all Hell 's furious Arts unmov'd endure He loves me when he thrives and lives in Peace Nor can his Sufferings make His noble Ardours cease The Prudent Lover may the Gift admire But to the Giver most his Thoughts aspire The Worth but little to the Kindness seems The Giver He above the World esteems I not the Boon his restless Heart engage Yet Doubts don't straight a total Fall presage Love's Sweet and Good when fixt on Mine and Me Grace gave it Being and the Fruits may be The Foretaste of a Blest Eternity Grace yet may vary have its Ebbs and Flows And interrupt the careless Soul's Repose He 's Brave indeed who fights the Battel thro And Courage tho opprest with Odds can shew He breaks Hell's utmost Force and all his Loves are true Then let not fanci'd Beauties charm thy Sight Nor thy Sick Soul from righteous Ways invite Sometimes perhaps thy Joys are Raptures all And down straight to their former Weakness fall If thou to get an equal Temper strive That War may warm thy Soul thy dying Hopes revive Know then the Prince of Hell thy antient Foe Would all thy Faith and envy'd Hopes o'rethrow Thy Soul's Devotions from thy Maker turn And would against thy Saviour's Passion spurn He 'd fain divert thee from thy Sense of Sin From Vertue 's Progress and thy Guard within Fills thee with impious Thoughts
Thy Grace within my Heart to live That it may all my Fears survive Lord guide my Wishes guide my Will O make them seek thy pleasure still And gladly thy Commands fulfil O let my Pleasure Lord be thine To follow Thee my Thoughts incline And to thy sacred Laws confine What e're I wish what e're refuse Let Me thy sacred Book peruse And all by thy Directions chuse Lord make Me die to things below And thro' Neglect and Scorns to go For what thy wondrous Loves bestow In Thee let all my Wishes rest Let happy peace possess my Breast With thy supporting Favours blest On Thee my Dovelike Soul relies But when it out at random flies It only Floods and Storms descries In Thee O only Good in Thee My easy fearless Thoughts shall be Blest with immense Security XVI He alone comforts Vs in all our Tribulations Believer LORD while Here my Expectations Ne're pretend to Consolations Endless Comforts endless Blisses Oft engage my purer Wishes But on Earth I ne're shall find them But on Earth I ne're design'd them All the Joys of Earth possessing I should quickly lose the Blessing Look my Soul then look above Thee Let no common Pleasures move Thee God alone has Consolation He 's the Poors and thy Salvation Wait my Soul a while expect it He who promis'd won't neglect it But abundant Blessings send Thee And With flowing Sweets attend Thee If thy sickly craving Fancy Would to Earthly Joys advance Thee They 'l at last alas deceive Thee And Diviner Favours leave Thee Use the World but use 't in measure Grasping still at endless Treasure Slight the fawning Fairs Caresses Since ordain'd for greater Blisses All created Pleasures flowing And their softest Charms bestowing On Thee ne're could satisfy Thee But superiour Joys would fly Thee God alone who made can bless Thee And with true Delights possess Thee Not with those the World admires Nor what Folly mov'd desires But what faithful Souls delight in Pleasures pure and Sweets inviting Joys the cleanest Hearts attending While in Heavenly Flights ascending Short and vain are worldly Pleasures Fixt and sure Celestial Treasures Jesus too attends the Motions Of the pious Soul's Devotions And with Comforts round secures Him And of endless Life assures Him Jesus Dearest Lord defend Me And with guarding Flames attend Me And when Humane Comforts fail Me Let no dark Despair assail Me But thy boundless Goodness guide Me And reward Me when t' has try'd Me For thy Mercy fails us never And thy Anger burns not ever XVII Casting all your Care upon Him for he careth for You. Christ MY Son complain not murmur not if I With Thee the Methods of my Wisdom try I who alone thy utmost Wants descry Thou think'st as Men would think as sensless Fools Brought up in Reason's long Corrupted Schools Strangers to Faith and Hell 's uneasy Tools Believer Truth Lord thy Cares are more for Me Than Mine tho for my Self could be And He must stand but weakly sure Whose Faith can't rest in Thee secure Lord make my Will subscribe to Thee And act thy Pleasure then with Me For all thy Management will prove Th' Effect of Goodness and of Love If thou in Darkness chain me Lord Thy Goodness I 'll with Praise record If Thou with Light my Soul enflame I 'll sing to thy Illustrious Name If Thou my Heart with Comforts fill I 'll still adore and praise Thee still If laid in gloomy Dungeons low My Lips shall still with thy Immortal Praises flow Christ It 's all thy Duty Son The pious Mind Must always be to Providence resign'd And Sufferings welcome there as Joys must be And Wealth no more admir'd than slighted Poverty Believ For Thee Dear Lord I 'll gladly bear What e're thy Dispensations are Let Good or Bad let Sharp or Sweet Let Joys or Griefs around Me meet The Dole thy Gracious Hand shall leave For Me I 'll still with Thanks receive From Sins Dear Saviour keep Me clear And I nor Death nor Hell can fear O don't for ever Me disclaim Nor from thy Book deface my Name Then let a thousand Sorrows fall On Me with Patience I 'll support them all XVIII Thro' many Tribulations ye must enter into the Kingdom of Heaven Christ MY Son to save Thee when I left the Skies I could a mighty Mass of Woes despise Freely I came from those blest Seats above Unforc'd by Power tho constrain'd by Love That Thou might'st with submissive Patience go Thro' all the Miseries of Life below From my first Birth till on the Cross I dy'd I still continued on the suffering side Great Wants and Curses loud and great I bore The Sinner's Follies and the Scorner's Store With base Ingratitude for Kindness I Was paid for Miracles with Blasphemy I preach'd the Truth but Ah too rarely mov'd The sinful Soul but was for sacred Truth reprov'd Believ Since Patience Lord thy Practice sway'd And all thy Father's Rules obey'd How humbly Lord should I fulfil A sinful Wretch thy gracious Will With what Submissions undergo The Pains of easeless Life below Tho Life's unwieldy Load oppress Thy Grace Lord makes the Burden less And He who can thy Footsteps trace May with thy Saints obtain the Race What strange Obscurities of Old Did thy peculiar Flock enfold When Jewish Bounds thy Church confin'd And few to Heavenly Joys enclin'd Yet then thy Blood their Bliss procur'd Thy saving Death their Lives ensur'd Else on the Gloom of Sufferings tost They 'd been in Woes Eternal Mazes lost To Thee what Praise then should We pay Who show'st the Good the Perfect Way Whence I and all thy faithful Seed May to Eternal Joys proceed Thy blest Example shows the Way And He who follows Patience may With Thee our Lord our Head appear And Crowns of endless Glories wear Thy teaching thy preceding Light Alone could backward Souls excite Who else a fatal Course had run By their own wandring Thoughts undone Thy Miracles thy Words Divine Could scarce our lazy Hearts incline But whither whither had we gone Had not thy saving Beams before our Footsteps shone XIX He endur'd the Cross despising the Shame Christ GIVE o're Complaints my Son give o're Those deep-drawn Sighs those flowing Tears Think what for Thee thy dear Redeemer bore Think what the dying Martyr bears Think what a Flood Of sacred Blood Think what a Sea of Crimson Gore From Me from all my dying Servants flow'd Yet Thine still safely fills thy Purple Veins While We endur'd a thousand Pains Strongly tempted deeply wounded And with Heaps of Woes surrounded Weigh well these mighty Sufferings then compare Thy own with their prodigious Share Blush if Impatience swell thy thoughtful Breast When with so small a Burden prest Nay look for more that if a Storm should rise No stubborn Murmurs may thy Heart surprize The more thy Soul to Heav'n resigns The more thy sacred Wisdom shines By Use the Burden lighter proves Say not Had nobler Hands the
which fly In my crazy Brain defy Save Me O endless Truth from Vanity O come sweet Jesus come to Me All my Lusts will fly from Thee Pardon O pardon Lord my wandring Mind Which when for earnest Prayers design'd Can such foolish Objects find I love the World too well and Thoughts will fly Where e're the vain Affections lie And the Tempter's always nigh Oft with my Lips I pray when Lord my Heart Will from that holy Duty start And from Thee my God depart Truth spoke the Word The Treasure holds the Mind The Good are all to Heaven inclin'd But I with worldly Glory blind I love the Flesh and fleshly Things pursue But could the Spirit the Flesh subdue To my God I should be true Of what I love I love to talk and hear And home the fair Ideas bear And esteem them always dear Blest Lord is He who leaves the World for Thee And by a perfect Victory Lives from Nature's Furies free Calm is his Conscience and his Prayers are pure And He 's of Angels Bliss secure Nor can the Thoughts again of worthless Earth endure XLIX I have fought a good Fight henceforth there remains for me a Crown of Righteousness Christ MY Son Since from above thou feel'st a sacred Flame For from above those holy Ardours came Long'st to be gone and with a cloudless Eye To see my Face and grasp Eternity Enlarge thy Heart and with a vast Desire Blow up thy Wishes and advance thy Fire Thank thank thy God whose kind indulgent Love To visit Thee stoops from those Realms above Enflames thy Soul and with a powerful Hand Supports thy Heart and makes thee firmly stand This neither from thy Thought nor Labour flows But wondrous Grace the wondrous Boon bestows To make thy Valour shine more dreadful bright To humble Thee before the Ghostly Fight And Thee to Godlike Loves and holy Works excite The Fire may burn but Smoke attends the Flame And holy Souls whose inward Fervours aim At heavenly Bliss yet never hope to be From fleshly Lusts or dark Temptations free They love their God but with severe Allays Nor can thy Fire without incumbrance blaze Flesh has its own Convenience first in view And can't with perfect Love Eternal Joys pursue Ask not abundance nor Delights for Thee But what accepted with thy God may be Think well Thou 'lt find my Orders wiser far Than all thy Wishes or Attainments are I know thy Wishes and have heard thy Groans Thou long'st for Palaces and glittering Thrones Shining with endless Joys and fix'd on high Where God's blest Sons enjoy their Liberty But stay a while To Day 's a time for Fight For Pains and Trials thou wouldst glut thy sight With boundless Good but must thy Heats rebate I only AM for ray approaching Kingdom wait Thou must be longer exercis'd and tri'd Have Comforts here but not be satisfi'd Take Courage then be strong to do to bear A Man quite new a Man quite chang'd appear Renounce thy Will and oft against it move Not Thine but other Mens Designs improve They shall be heard when all thy Prayers are lost They shall but ask and have thy Words and Hopes be croft They shall be talk'd of Thou in Silence die They trusted useless Thou and slighted lie Nature will flinch at this but bravely born Victorious Silence will thy Life adorn God's Servant Thus Thus must his Son be taught Thus to deny and rule Himself be brought It 's to be mortifi'd indeed to see And suffer what 's so hard my Son to Thee And tho subjected to a Power Divine It 's hard rebellious Nature to confine And the resisting Will to God's Commands resign Weigh then my Son the Fruits of all thy Pains Their swift Conclusion and their mighty Gains Such Meditations will no Wounds procure But raise thy Courage and thy Heart obdure Thy Will here quitted shall be gain'd above There thou 'lt obtain thy Wishes and thy Love Good thou shalt have and never fear to lose Thy Will as Mine no private Interest chuse None shall resist Thee there nor stop thy Way But to thy utmost Hopes thy Soul convey I 'll give thee Honours for Disgraces past For Sorrows Praises and a Throne to last Tho when on Earth beneath the meanest cast Thus shall the Fruits of just Obedience shine And humblest Penitents obtain Rewards Divine O then to human just Commands submit Beneath their Laws with humble Patience sit Thy King 's thy Friends thy Parents Pastor's Will Take well and with sincere Address fulfil Let Brutes in various ways their Thoughts engage Enjoy the Praises of a flattering Age Brag of a thousand Honours spread their Fames And to the Stars exalt their lofty Names Boast not of such Atchievements but when Grace Makes Self to God resign its darling place Come Life come Death let Love thy Heart enflame And in new Hymns of Praise thy gracious Lord proclaim L. Turn Thee unto Me and have Mercy on Me for I am desolate and afflicted Bel. MY God dear holy Father may My Soul Eternal Blessings pay To Thee whose just Resolves have stood Whose Deeds are always kind and good Let Me blest Lord rejoice in Thee But not in other Men nor Me. Thou Lord canst all my Hopes employ My Crown my Glory and my Joy Ah to what can I pretend But what God himself must send All is thine from thee it flow'd But my Age is Lord bestow'd All in Sorrows all in Tears All in tedious Doubts and Fears While the Tyrant Lust appears Lord give thy Childrens Peace to Me Who feed in Comforts light with Thee Thy Peace thy heavenly Gifts infuse And I 'll thy Holy Gifts produce And all to sing thy Praises use But shouldst Thou dear Lord withdraw I should soon forget thy Law Such a Change would make me droop Make me tremble make me stoop Not as when I felt the Streams Of thy Mercies lively Beams And beneath thy Wings could be From design'd Temptations free The Time O righteous Father's now Which must thy faithful Servant prove This happy Moment Lord will show My suffering patient lasting Love That Time Dear Father known of old To Thee has laid its hands on Me When outward Woes my Life should hold But still my Heart should live to Thee I tho grosly slighted here I the weight of Passions bear Yet from thence should quickly rise And above the lofty Skies Bask in thy refulgent Eyes Thus thy Word of old ordains it Thus my present State explains it Lord it 's a Friendly Test of Love When I repeated Sorrows prove From thy All-guiding Providence The great Events on Earth commence I for my Good thy Scourge have known Now better wiser humbler grown Tho Confusion hides my Face I implore thy saving Grace And thy Judgments deeps admire While the Good and Bad expire Since thy prudent Orders shew Equity and Mercy too I Lord thy glorious Name adore Tho compass'd round with mighty Foes Since I
thy heavy Lashes bore And inward Pangs and outward Woes Great Physician Lord of Souls Thou whose Hand our Hearts controuls None above and none below Can such Wounds and Balms bestow Thou to Hell canst cast me down Thou my Life with Health canst crown All the Sufferings laid on Me All my Comforts flow from Thee In thy blest Hands Dear Father I Beneath thy Rod's Correction lie Lash cut me deep that I may be In all submissive Lord to Thee Make me Obedient Humble Meek That I thy Will alone may seek My Self I yield my All to Thee Here not hereafter punish Me Thou knowst my Conscience throughly Lord Each brooding Thought each winged Word Past Present Future Matters lie At once before thy piercing Eye Thou my Interest only knowst What to purge my Rust it cost Let me Lord thy Subject be Work thy Pleasure Lord on Me Ne'r despise Me ne'r neglect Me Nor for Nature's Taint reject me I thy Jurisdiction own I to Thee am throughly known Lord teach Me what I ought to know And Love to lovely things to show To praise what only pleases Thee True Worth in what thou lovest to see While what Thou hat'st grows vile to Me. Let me never judg by sight Nor in empty Tales delight Wisdom's Methods let me learn And superiour Things discern From those little Toys below And thy Laws exactly know Mens Senses oft in Judgment fail And Toys on Earthy Minds prevail Who only grasp at what they see And scorn Invisibility Who tho the Rabble lift them high May still in common Ordure lie For when Cheats the Cheaters praise When the Vain their Fellows raise When the Blind conducts the Blind When the Weak's a Guide design'd All 's Deceit from first to last All their Praise an empty Blast For a Man's repute should be Only as He 's priz'd by Thee LI. Who hath despis'd the Day of small things Christ MY Son Tho now thy inward Flames supreamly shine Thy Prayers are Raptures and thy Flights Divine Yet Nature's Weakness oft will Lure thee down And Life's rough Cares thy soaring Fancies drown The Heart still of its mortal Load complains And needs must groan beneath its slavish Chains Since cramp'd so oft when it attempts the Skies And would to heavenly things and lofty Subjects rife With humble Thoughts then Holy Works pursue Till coming I thy smother'd Flames renew With heavenly Dews refresh the drowthy Plains Bless thee with Peace break thy weighty Chains Thy Heart enlarg'd thro Scripture-Vails shall rove And Thou to run my holy Ways shall love Till sure what e're thy present Sufferings are They can't with heavenly Bliss and future Crowns compare LII I have born Chastisement I will not offend any more Believer LORD I 'm unworthy of thy Comforts thy Love And thou mayst justly from my wreched Heart remove Vast Seas of flowing Tears could never make me pure My great my crying Sins might all thy Plagues endure But boundless Goodness Lord and Mercy lives with Thee And thy supporting Hand thy fading Creatures see Thou mak'st my drooping Soul thy wondrous Comforts know And find how far they pass our weak Attempts below What can I do my God to gain thy heavenly Grace So slow to Penitence so swift in Satan's Race I nothing Lord can plead if thou my Crimes survey But Hell and hellish Flames must all my Guilt repay I know I merit Lord thy utmost Hate Scorn Nor can my Name among thy Holy Saints be born Harsh tho the Reckoning prove I must the Test endure If I 'd thy Mercies Springs thy Comforts Streams procure What shall I say when at thy dreadful Bar accus'd What can a Sinner plead with inward Guilt confus'd I 've sinn'd great God I 've sinn'd O Mercy Mercy show O let my Eyes a while with unfeign'd Waters flow E're I to Death's black Shades the Lands of Darkness go A contrite humble Heart thy Bar for Sin demands In true Repentance all our hope of Pardon stands That stills those rugged Storms which o're the Conscience roll Our dying Gifts repairs shields the trembling Soul From Judgment 's dreadful Flames till delug'd round with Sweets The Soul its smiling God in Love's Embraces meets A contrite Heart to Thee 's a nobler Sacrifice Than all those Odours which from fuming Incense rise Sweet as those fragrant Oils which wash'd thy sacred Feet And as it 's humble must thy constant Favours meet Thy Arms a Refuge sure from Hellish Rage appear And our Pollutions all thy flowing Mercies clear LIII Love not the World neither the Things of the World Christ MY Smiles are pure my Son unmix'd with those Poor Comforts which inferiour Things disclose Wouldst thou obtain them Cast thy Clogs aside Thy Self within thy private Chambers hid There with thy God not Men Discourses nod Thy Mind and Conscience there with Sighs unfold Laugh at the World that sweet Recess prefer Before a King 's invidious Character For Mine and worldly Loves thou ne'r canst find A Time of leisure or an easy Mind From fondest Friends and Earth's Incumbrance free There thou mayst dedicate thy self to Me And like a Stranger and a Pilgrim move Thro' wastful Desarts here to Canaan's Rest above With what strange Joys that happy Man may die Whose Thoughts discharg'd from Earth's Engagements lie Words can't express nor curious Arts descry The real Saint the World's Concerns will leave And chiefly fears Self should Himself deceive Subdue thy Self thou'lt soon the World subdue That Conquest only is a Conquest true He who his sensual part by Reason guides Then with his Reason to his Lord subsides O're Earth o're himself a King triumphant rides Wouldst thou reach this Then like a Man begin And lay the Ax close to the Roots of Sin Heâ— down Self-love and every Thought inclin'd â—o vulgar Blisses or the Creature-kind Self-love alone the Little World confounds That master'd Peace the quiet Heart surrounds How few compleatly to themselves can die Their Bird-lim'd Wings no gallant Heights can fly But here in common Cares entangled lie But those who would at large converse with Me Must from deprav'd unruly Passions be And from their darling selves and Creature-Comforts free LIV. The natural Man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God Christ MY Son Nature and Grace in all their Steps attend Soft is their Motion and oppos'd their End Only by men of inward Light perceiv'd Most aim at Good but are alas deceiv'd Sly Nature has a thousand Arts and Snares And only for its own Delights prepares Grace is sincere and all that 's ill declines Cheats none but all for God and Godlike Works designs Death Sufferings and Subjection Nature hates Grace struggling Lust with holy Art rebates Fain would be humble and would fain obey And not at large in fleshly Desarts stray Love's Discipline and on its Good would rest And for his sake it self of Self divest Nature for Pleasure seeks and seeks for Gain Grace only
unfit Thee more to feast with Me Than to be far in Worldly Fancies lost What can a greater mischief be Than a Vain Heart by carnal Joys engross'd O fly the World's alluring Cheat And to enjoy thy God from Crowds retreat Of Me thy dearest Lord possest No crafty Thief can rob thy Breast Lo I am He who all thy Bosom claim I can't endure a Rival's Name Put off thy self then hide thy Life in me And live from every Care and every Torment free XIII With my Whole Heart have I sought Thee O let Me not wander Believer WHO Lord will give that Grace to Me That I may close with None but Thee And to enjoy my Soul 's Dear Object may My Bosom and my faithful Arms display Then shall I all inferiour Things despise No Creature shall distract my Eyes My Words with Thee my Life and Thine with Me Shall soft as whispering Lovers be Or Friends when they with Friends agree This Lord my utmost Wish shall be To live and to be One with Thee That I withdrawn from all the World below May fonder of Eternal Glories grow Swiftly to thy ador'd Communion fly And oft to Thee my Heart apply Ah when shall I Dear God! engulph'd in Thee Forget my self and only be Ever in Thee and Thou in Me Thou art my best Belov'd my Dear In whom my Soul's Delights appear Search thro the World view all the Wise the Fair None None can with my God my Life compare Thou lay'st those rugged Storms which rend my Heart Thy Smiles unfading Peace impart Thy Counsels Dearest Lord are dark but wise Thy Way obscur'd to Impious Eyes Yet plain to th' Meek and Humble lies Lord how thy Spirit gently blows How sweet thy charming Kindness flows That to thy Own thou mightst thy Love declare thou 'dst with Celestial Food their Strength repair None Lord like Vs can boast of God so near None to their Maker seem so Dear To make our Souls on Wings of Comfort rise Thy Flesh thy Blood our Want supplies And lifts us high above the Skies No Tribes e're gain'd so bright a Fame As those who bear their Saviour's Name What Creature e're was to his Lord so near As He whom pure Devotion 's Flames endear Man whom his Maker enters whom He feeds Whose Life from Mystic Flesh proceeds O condescending Grace O Love Immense Beyond our Words beyond our Sense Beyond all Dreams of Recompence What shall I render Lord to Thee For all thy wondrous Loves to Me A Heart a humble Heart is all my Store I 'll give Thee That nor can I give Thee more Vnite my Heart with Thee and all within Shall Hymns of Holy Praise begin Call then My Heart shall Eccho Lord to Thee I 'm Thine O live My God in Me That Prayer of all my Hopes the Central Point shall be XIV Whose Faith follow considering the End of their Conversation Believer O How deep the Treasures are Dear Lord of thy Immortal Sweets How inexhaustible the Share Which There thy happy Servant meets When I on that Prodigious Flame reflect Which fill'd thy happy Saints of old When I their Grace their Love their Zeal respect Their Acts in Starry Books enroll'd I die with One Eternal Blush confus'd By my Own luke-warm Heart accus'd Which had thy Loves so oft thy sacred Feasts abus'd Lord I blush to think how dry How unaffected there I came My Soul untouch'd by Sympathy Unmov'd by any purer Flame Others by vast Desires and Loves possest To Tears unsluc'd their Joyful Eyes The Floods the Flames with equal violence prest Would both with equal Fulness rise They 'd pant for Drops from Life's pure Springs distill'd Nor would their sacred Longings yield Till with Immortal Food and endless Pleasures fill'd O how soon their Faith could pierce The Shell of that Mysterious Feast How broken Bread to Longings fierce Their wounded dying Lord exprest But Lord how oft my cold Affections fail What Damps my Infant-Heats o'reflow Jesus for Pity let my Sighs prevail Some Cordial on a Wretch bestow O let my Faith my Hope my Love renew'd With more extensive Strength endu'd Only for Manna long and loath inferiour Food But thy Mercies Lord are great And can the Graces beg'd bestow And fill me with Superiour Heat And make my Passions fiercely glow Tho short of Heroes yet thy Grace may find Some Seeds in my unmanag'd Heart Tho short of Heroes my aspiring Mind Grasps at the better nobler Part. O let my Failures be by Mercy past Till with thy happy Heirs at last I may Eternal Sweets Eternal Glories taste XV. I dwell also with Him who is of a Contrite and Humble Spirit Christ WOuldst Thou Devotion 's Grace obtain Or inward holy Ardour gain O seek it Early seek it Late Let thy Petitions prove Importunate With Patience and with Faith expect the Dole Embrace it closely in a lowly Soul Improve it when it 's gain'd but leave God to appoint the Time when thou shalt Grace receive If Thou no Heat within canst find No lively Flames enlarge thy Mind O let that Thought abate thy Pride Yet not between thy Soul and Hopes divide One happy Moment oft that Gift bestows Which many tedious Years could ne're disclose God answers oft the Prayer at last Which seem'd refus'd before ere half the Suit was past Should Flames rush in at once the Soul Could ne're their rapid Force controul O then with Hopeful Patience wait If Sins obstruct or Sins thy Zeal rebate Small Sins may oft obscure or hinder Grace If those be small which mighty Gifts deface But Small or Great when once subdu'd Grace may be new infus'd or Grace decay'd renew'd To God submit thy Self thy All And ne're thy lingring Lusts recal Then Calms will soon o'respread thy Mind In Vnion with thy mighty Lord combin'd God's Will shall then thy utmost Longings move 'T will Sapid all and all Delightful prove He 's only fit for Heavenly Fires Who to his God resign'd subdues his Vain Desires A Heart from Earthly Passions free Empty of Creature-Vanity A Heart all Clean a Soul all Bright Will all the Blessings of its Lord invite The Man who these inferiour Things defies The more He to Himself corrupted dies Grace Fuller Swifter Stronger gains And his unfetter'd Soul to endless Glory strains He 'll see and Heaven's vast Stores admire And glowing with Etherial Fire He 'll to his Father's Hand resign And His to God's Eternal Will confine That happy Man who with a single Heart Seeks God and won't from Heavenly Reason start That Happy Man must sure be blest Of God so warmly sought and Godlike Grace possest When He before my Table kneels He Extasy and Rapture feels And from above swift Flames Divine With his bright Soul 's internal Glories twine And since his Master's Praise He values more Than his own Comforts or his private Store To be for ever One with Me Of His Self-Conquests all the great Reward shall be XVI He
filleth the Hungry Soul with Gladness Believer SWeetest Jesus Dearest Lord For whom my eager Passions long O now my pointed Griefs record How weak my Heart my Wants how strong How lost in Vices how immerst in Woes Tempted disturb'd opprest by angry Foes Tainted without poison'd within With the baleful Weeds of Sin Lord to Thee for Help I fly For Comfort and Support to Thee I O All-knowing God apply Who all my private thoughts canst see From Thee true Comfort true Assistance flows Thy Wisdom my defective Nature knows More indigent than all beside Till with Vertue 's Sweets supply'd Naked here and Poor I stand And pitying Grace with Tears desire O feed Me with a bounteous Hand Enflame my Heart with Love's soft Fire With thy bright Presence scale my gloomy Eyes Embitter what my Soul on Earth can prize To Patience all my Woes convert And from Creatures purge my Heart Lift my Heart above the Skies Nor let it wander here below Let me all Earthly Joys despise And Sweets which from the Creature flow Be thou my richest Bread my noblest Wine My Love Essential and my Joy Divine Ever O Dearest Jesus be All that 's sweet and good to Me Let thy Presence Lord enflame Me O warm O burn O change me quite And to thy Own blest Nature frame Me Endu'd with Vigour Beam'd with Light Let Me with Thee in Secret Vnions move And melt Me throughly with the Flames of Love Nor from thy Table let my Heart Thirsty e're or Hungry part Let thy Mercies work on Me Wondrous as in thy Saints of old O may with a Prodigy Celestial Heats my All enfold I sink but Thou the bright Eternal Fire In Me make me above the Clouds aspire My Intellectuals six above And refine my Soul with Love XVII But the Fruit of the Spirit is Love Joy c. Believer WIth true Devotions and with fervent Love And with a Heart resign'd And with an Ardent Mind Tow'rd thy Altars Lord I move Thy Holy Saints thy Servants Lord of old Were very rarely in Devotion cold But with Humility They'd bow before thy Face O may I so approach to Thee Dear Lord great Source of Heavenly Grace And with a faithful Soul thy offer'd Loves embrace I know I merit Nothing but I bring A willing Heart to Thee As if my Love could be Rais'd from some Eternal Spring Whatever Vows the purest Minds conceive I with submissive Veneration leave Before my God my King Nor would I Part detain My All I for an Offering bring Let others Sacrilege maintain I 'd with a Heart entire my Saviour entertain O Thou my Lord my God whose wondrous Art First rais'd my curious Mould And when to Follies sold Did the Kind Redeemer's part Let Me my Lord with such firm Loves embrace Such Awe such thankful Praise such humble Grace Such Faith Hope Purity As that blest Maid of old When what her Womb 's blest Fruit should be With Smiles the cheerful Angel told Lo I thy Servant Lord Thy kind Engagements hold So thy great Harbinger the Baptist too Tho in his Mother's Womb Before thee found a Room His exulting Joys to shew And when He saw thee passing humbly cry'd Lo there the Bridegroom of the Glorious Bride And I his Friend with Joy His sacred Language hear O may I so my Thoughts employ When I before thy Face appear May my exulting Heart the Robes of Gladness wear I 've heard of Holy Saints with Joys enflam'd Till the contending Soul Could not the Force controul Which their inward Joys proclaim'd I 've heard of Extasies and wondrous Lights And Glorious Visions and Mysterious Flights I 've heard the Creature loud Thy mighty Acts resound May I with inward Heat endow'd Spread thy Illustrious Glories round My Heart with boundless Joys and heavenly Raptures crown'd Accept my Vows Dear Lord accept my Praise Those holy Hymns which I Would to Infinity Vast as thy Immenseness raise Praise Lord I owe Thee and would give Thee Praise Thro' shortest Moments and thro' longest Days Nor would I Lord alone Thy Praises celebrate I 'd draw the blessed Angels down I 'd move the World's united State Till they in Deathless Songs thy Gracious Acts relate May the wide World the many-Languag'd Tribe With Fervour Lord proclaim Thy Ever-glorious Name And to thy Renown subscribe May We who here with awful Reverence feed From Faith to Faith from Love to Love proceed Till we with mutual Prayers Each others Health implore And freed from all inferiour Cares And fed from thy Immortal Store We live and ever love but jar and faint no more XVIII The secret things belong unto the Lord our God Christ SEE how the dreadful Pest o're-flows How swift the dark malignant Angel flies Enters the Heart and thence infects the Eyes See how the Fiend triumphant grows And spreads the curious fatal Temper round And makes the shallow Fool attempt the Deeps profound Poor Man abus'd by Reason's Glare Will needs into his Maker's Secrets pry And comprehend Mysterious Majesty And all his boundless Powers declare Reason a Star till Sin obscur'd the World And from its lofty Sphere the radiant Substance hurl'd It shines still but with faded Light Dim and uncertain and with Scurf o'relaid Yet now would those superiour Orbs invade It shunn'd with native Lustre bright Then Man his mighty Soveraign's Nature knew But from the dark Research with awful Wisdom flew They 'd now with false Philosophy False Reason false Discourse and false Design Beyond the harmless Protoplast refine And with a sawcy daring Eye Anatomize and quite decipher Me And like themselves would bound and mould the Delty Can't they discern how Three are One Can't they conceive how One subsists in Three Can't they my Graces smallest Movements see Thro' Holy Institutions drawn Tho Scripture both in plainest Words descry They 'l unfelt Truths abjure and give their God the Lâ—â— With rotting Limbs and tainted Souls They scorn the modest Christians humble Flight Banter's their Sense and Blasphemy their Light Yet while to Hell they sink in Sholes Men must their worldly Wisdom's Reach admire Who for a Carnal Crew a Carnal God desire Blind with the Beams of sacred Light As Batts they flutter in a Cloudless Air Nor can my Majesty's Refulgence bear But gasp and sicken at the Sight They'd my vast Sphere to their short Span confine Or like the swelling Toad with Oxlike Greatness shine For shame let Brutes at last believe God may be more than Man can Vnderstand Nor can they reach to his All-powerful Hand The humble Soul may Truth retrieve And He who bows his Head to Antient Lore May grow more wise at last tho but a Fool before Blest ever blest be sober Minds Who won't for needless Questions wildly range Nor Revelation for their Reason change What Heaps eternal Darkness finds Who with their humbler Sense dissatisfi'd Too near the scorching Sun on waxen Wings would ride I in a favour'd Saint demand Not such
long'd-for Bliss which never never dies Think then on what the wisest Man reply'd The Eyes and Ears are never satisfi'd What er'e the longing Appetite receives Only a sickly Wish and tedious Longings leaves Turn then thy Soul from wretched Earth below And all thy Thoughts on heavenly Joys bestow So shall a spotless Conscience warm thy Breast And thou securely on thy Saviour's Bosom rest II. Know thy Self WOuldst thou know much my Soul and wouldst thou be From thy great Master's Service free Wouldst thou by curious Rules of Art descry The various Motions of the Sky Fond Wretch the Clown who but himself can read By that short Lesson will thy soaring Art exceed Know but thy Self thy Self thou'lt soon despise Nor to the World's Applauses rise Thy Works not Arts shall be severely scann'd When all the World in Judgment stand Cease then thy Pains and never court thy Woes Deceit and Madness still with mighty Learning goes Men pufft with Learning love the pointing Hand And much on swelling Titles stand And spend their careless Hours in empty Toys Which ne're advance their sober Joys But sure He 's mad who wondrous Knowledg gains Yet never knows the means to scape infernal Pains Great Words can never fill thy Appetite Great Actions only bring Delight Purge but thy self then boldly lift thy Face To the bright Throne of heavenly Grace Great Sense and Knowledg where the Practice fails Only the heavier Woes on wretched Souls entails Fear then thy flowing Parts thy matchless Sense And all thy vast Intelligence Know what thou wilt thou'lt but the sooner find A thousand things have slipt thy Mind A thousand Men whose Names are scarcely known Beyond thy Learning far and utmost Reach have gone Study thy Self with all exactness know How all Affairs within thee go Examin all thy Ways and soon to thee Thy Self the noblest Theme shall be If others thou before thy self prefer Such humble Thoughts express true Wisdom's Character Thou mayst perhaps another's Failures see His Crimes may lie expos'd to thee Yet scorn him not nor think thy self secure Our Steps on Earth are rarely sure Thou standst consider lest thy self should fall All Men are frail indeed but thou more frail than all III. TRVTH HAppy the Man whom Truth securely guides By secret Ways and powerful Influence Happy the Man in whose weak Head resides No false Opinion from deceitful Sense But Ignorance would rather chuse Than Time in vain Designs abuse We 're mad in Arts obscure to spend our Days To shun the Light and Intricacies chase Where God's Eternal Word the Truth displays We all at once may know and all embrace Where that once speaks we safely rest With Peace and Faith unfading blest O thou essential Truth my Soul unite To thee by all the Bonds of sacred Love O thou my Saviour O my Soul's Delight To whom alone my Passions fiercely move Let Earthly Teachers silent be But speak O speak dear Lord to me The more within our selves our Thoughts descend The more we see by God's superiour Light Pure Souls to Holy Works more strongly bend To raise God's Honour and his Acts recite Only our Lusts unconquer'd curb Our Motions and our Thoughts disturb The pious Soul those inward Lusts restrains Nor bows to them but them to Reason bows The brightest Crown the great Self-conqueror gains And by his Conquest daily stronger grows All other Skill's an empty Show And all 's imperfect here below Wouldst thou then go to God not glaring Parts But humble Thoughts can reach his glorious Seat Arts made by God are good but vertuous Hearts Pure Lives and lowly Thoughts more truly great And all in fruitless Error die Who more to know than practise try O would a foolish World at last improve As much in Goodness as in vain Disputes But thro what Gloom that subtle Head must move Whose Practice all his godly Talk refutes Who falls and leaves no Name behind Put out of Sight is out of Mind He 's truly great who 's great in Charity He 's great who 's humble and can Greatness scorn He 's wise who Worth in none but Christ can see He 's learn'd who 's to Divine Obedience born Tho all inferior Glories fly His balmy Name shall never die IV. PRVDENCE WHAT e're we read what e're we hear Let Holy Care with Patience weigh for Truth alas we weakly bear But Falshood gains a mighty Sway. The Wise Man knows our faulty State To loose Discourse and Guilt inclin'd And always measures things by Weight To no uncertain Tales resign'd He 'll ne're run headlong on nor will he be Stiff in his own Conceit and sensless Bigotry Receive not then each idle Tale Nor all thou hear'st to all relate But let a wise Man's Words prevail Above thy own his Counsels rate A Holy Life a Life refin'd Owners Godlike Wisdom proves And with Experience fills the Mind And with Divine Contentment moves Where God a lowly Heart a Subject gains There only Prudence thrives and inward Calmness reigns V. Search the Scriptures SEE Read these Sacred Volumes o're This wondrous Book survey Truth in its antient Springs explore Thy Studies on the mighty Subject stay Perhaps no modish Stuff no milky Phrase Thy sickly Sense may gratify Yet there blest Truth her Beams displays And all her Treasures lie See read again to clear thy Mind The Spirit 's Help implore That God's who first the Book design'd Whose Badg the well instructed Penmen wore Instructive Truth in common Language lies In plain and easy Words exprest But Falshood off like Vapour flies Tho ne're so gayly drest Shouldst thou mysterious Language love Or lofty Flights admire Thou 'lt meet with Raptures here above What e're thy own presuming Thoughts inspire Don't yet Devotions humble Stile despise But read with calm Attention there Brook the thirsty Lamb supplies Whose Streams are soft and clear Perhaps thou'lt find a Shepherd write A Herdsman prophesy But if the Spirit all indite Where can the Prejudice against them lie Authority and Learning only He On all that Holy Tribe bestows And all thy Studies there should be Where Truth sincerely flows If Truth in every Sentence shine And give thee certain Light Thou know'st Truth 's Words are all Divine Tho meanest Men her sacred Dictates write The mortal Penmen soon are past and gone To Dust from whence at first they came Truth claims Eternity alone And still remains the same Thy Wit thy Learning and thy Parts Perhaps are more than mine But God who reads our inmost Hearts May on my Soul with greater Favours shine Be thou impartial too with careful Eyes Examine all the Sacred Roll Th' inestimableTreasure prize As thy immortal Soul Wouldst thou in Holy Sense improve Then lay thy self aside All vain and curious Thoughts remove And Self-Conceit and unbelieving Pride Ask oft and with submissive Silence weigh What Holy Men declar'd of old Thy Judgments on their Dictates stay And their Directions hold VI. There is
no Peace to the Wicked THE Man whose wretched Thoughts are fixt below Has lost his Peace On him eternal crowding Mischiefs flow And like rough Tides his swelling Cares increase The flattering Fool looks down with scornful Pride On others but with strange Disturbance sees How all the wiser World his Plumes deride So Haman mad and restless sate In all his Pomp and Courtly State While bended Knees To Haman's Insolence the pious Jew deni'd If griping Avarice the Soul invade His Quiet 's lost Himself a Slave in Golden Fetters made And all his mighty Expectations crost A Storm which on his Windows breaks confounds His mighty Slumbers with distracting Dreams A Band of Cheats and Thieves his Bed surrounds Nor can a thousand Bolts and Bars E're silence his intestine Wars But dismal Gleams Of flashing Ruins pierce him with a 1000 Wounds Only the humble Soul the Soul resign'd Is truly blest In him no anxious Fears a Seat can find No Worldly Cares distract his peaceful Breast While groveling Souls strive but in vain to be Dismist from Hellish Force from Earthy Chains He calmly lives from all Disorders free He happy Soul enflam'd with Love Pants all and groans for Joys above He only gains Instead of Cares and Fears a calm Eternity VII Worldly Confidence is vain VAin is the Man who puts his Trust In worldly Joys or mouldring Dust Who hates the Mean or scorns the Poor But stands upon himself secure But God the Hope of all the Wise Their Weakness and their Wants supplies Don't then on Craft but God depend He 'll crush the Proud the Poor defend Boast not of Wealth nor mighty Friends What 's good from God alone descends Vaunt not thy self tho strong or fair One short Disease may both impair Boast not of Sense or various Arts Not thou but God that Sense imparts Others above thy self suppose For He thy Faults and Frailty knows Boast not of Works with lofty Eyes God may what Man approves despise If any Vertue lodg in thee Adorn it with Humility From haughty Hearts and scornful Eyes Envy and hateful Malice rise Only in humble private Cells Unchanging Peace and Safety dwells VIII Too much Familiarity breeds Contempt NE're to the Volge unvail thy Heart But to the wise good Man thy Thoughts impart From green young Heads and unknown Strangers fly Fawn not on Wealth nor near the Palace ply The humble meek devout obliging Man Will more instruct thy Soul than such Acquaintance can Court not a single Beauty's Love But in thy Prayers commend 'um all above Thy Soul to holy Meditations give And with thy God in close Communion live Thy Charity to all the World extend But Worlds can scarce afford one faithful useful Friend Sometimes we Men unknown admire And their Acquaintance by report desire But when we see 'um once our partial Eyes Their Garb their Mien their downcast Looks despise So when wee 'd others with our Freedoms charm Our private Faults display'd their scornful Thoughts alarm IX It 's better to obey than command HE 's happier far Who in Life's doubtful War His Teacher's just Commands obeys Than he who others tho with Prudence sways A 1000 Dangers on the Teacher wait A 1000 Griefs attend his State While the Obedient rest With Safety blest Thy Thoughts may be Wise in a just Degree But others wiser far may prove And Prudence by the wisest Rules will move It 's safer much to take Advice than give And free from Pride he 'll safely live Who in his faithful Guides Alone confides X. In the Multitude of Words there is Sin LAnguage the Birth of thoughtful Souls If wisely us'd the angry World controuls Language a thousand Truths reveals And thrô the Ears Maeanders gently steals Down to the dark Recesses of the Heart And feels and tunes the cheerful Strings Of equal Souls and when it sweetly sings The Sympathetick Spirits in Consort move And each to other mutual Joys impart And taste the softest Notes of all commanding Love But as we feel a jarring Sound When artless Fingers all the Strings confound And flat and sharp and high and low All jumbled in eternal Discords flow So ill us'd Language breaks the sweet Concent Of Thoughts all tun'd to Peace before And the vain Wretch may then too late deplore The working Mischiefs of his careless Tongue As Pigmies would with wondrous Toils prevent The mighty Ruins rending Mountains roll along My Wits perhaps I highly prize And straight at Heaven my lavish Language flies I all that 's good or great abuse And all the Checks of sober Sense refuse Or with vast Floods of native Eloquence Words like a never-failing Tide Off my smooth Tongue with powerful Swiftness slide Yet while I think to rule the captive World And hurry headlong on depriv'd of Sense I 'm all at once beneath eternal Tortures hurl'd What tho I call my Tongue my own Yet Prudence is by well-weigh'd Language known But when my Words at random fly Expos'd I to a thousand Dangers ly So gentle Floods in Season fertilize The gaping Meads and thirsty Plains But constant Storms and everlasting Rains The rotting Seeds of useful Plants confound While thro the Glebe rank Flags or Rushes rise Or squallid Ooze extends a barren Paleness round Think then on God my Soul 't is He Who can alone thy Tongue 's Director be Talk of thy mighty Maker's Praise And Trophies to his boundless Goodness raise Thy own and others Good with Care advance Treasons from careless Tongues may flow And Murders on the Roots of Treason grow Speak well then or in humble silence rest Words are exempted from the Strokes of Chance When stifled at their Birth within the thoughtful Breast XI Peace I leave with you PEace has a charming Name but still declines The Heart with foreign Cares beset Her God an unintangled Soul assigns For her Imperial lasting Seat Blest are the Poor for they shall Peace obtain But how can Peace a safe Retreat In wandring Fancies gain What made the Saints of old contemplative And only heavenly Thoughts pursue What made them with themselves severely strive And always to their God be true Strictly they search'd and try'd their Ways at home And would their Inward Lusts pursue But never farther rome But what are We poor cold unactive things Unus'd to Wars or Victory Baffled by Sin 's imperious Menacings And Slaves to each Infirmity Would we throw off our Chains and nobly rise Our serious Thoughts engag'd might be On Bliss above the Skies It 's Kinglike sure uncurb'd at home to reign With inward Peace and Freedom blest But where 's the Man who dares his Lusts restrain Or purge his own polluted Breast Where 's he who dares force through the pinching Gate Or who 's with strong Resolves possest The Saints to imitate If but a sudden Storm against me rise My Hopes alas are faint and dead Could I to God but lift my faithful Eyes His Wings he 'd straight around me spread
to try Thy Patience so Patience shines most when most severely prov'd Yet mayst thou pray to have thy Griefs remov'd Or that Grace may more largely to support thee flow Dost thou anothers sinful Failures view Twice thrice advise him if he still pursue His senseless Ways Leave him to God He 'll all His Thoughts fulfil And make His Creatures prosecute His Will And make their very Madness more advance his Praise That thou mayst others Follies calmly bear Think what thy own thy inward Failures are How great thy Sins Canst thou not then thy Bosom-Lusts restrain And yet of others Stubborness complain He who would others mend best at himself begins We'd have our Neighbours lash'd our Neighbours reign'd But hate to be our selves to Rules restrain'd So just are we So much our selves we more than others love Yet should the World around us perfect prove What would our Sufferings then for God or Goodness be But God with Wisdom tempers all Affairs And makes us toil beneath our mutual Cares That while we find None faultless none without a Burden none To perfect Strength or perfect Wisdom grown We'd be to Pity more more to Love inclin'd Comfort Advice Support Instruction so Should from our sympathizing Friendship flow In darkest Night Stars shine the brightest and our Woes declare Only how frail our Constitutions are But not to Frailty more or weak Designs invite XVII Be ye followers of me as dear Children HOW mean how trifling are our Lives compar'd With those of glorious Heroes gone before Whose wondrous Works their wondrous Love declar'd And all the Badges of their Matter wore Their Saviours Friends for Life or Death prepar'd Who all th' Extreams of Thirst Hunger bore Who cold bare in watchful Fastings spent On Prayers and holy Meditations bent Thro' all the cruel Scorns of barbarous Tyrants went What Tongue tho tip'd with flowing Eloquence Could all those mighty Woes and Pains unfold Which great Apostles in the Truths defence Martyrs and Confessors endur'd of old Those Tortures laid on Virgin-Innocence Modest as Babes as Men in Sufferings bold They'd all their dear Redeemer's Footsteps trace And in the Furies of their heavenly Race Made Earth and Life it self to Love resign the place O how they liv'd to Woods and Caves confin'd With tedious and severe Temptations prest How when to Satan's Buffetings resign'd Their fervent Prayers were to their Lord addrest How was their Flesh with rigid Fastings pin'd Their Souls with growing Zeal and Ardour blest Fierce on their Sins in their Intentions pure They'd Night and Day in Prayers and Praise endure Nor could their Foes their Minds from inward Prayers allure They all their Hours to vast Advantage spent And all too little for their Maker thought And on sublimer Contemplations bent They oft their very needful Food forgot Wealth Honours Places Friends with free consent They quitted for the sweet Celestial Draught They grudg'd their Minutes on themselves bestow'd And disincumbred from each earthly Load Their Wealth was Grace and Goodness and a smiling God Strange to the World and strange to all below They grew the great Privadoes of the Skies Mean to themselves mean to the World they 'd show But dear and priceful in their Master's Eyes Humble Obedient Patient Kind they 'd grow And thence in Grace and Godlike Vertues rise They great Examples to Believers stood And more should move us to advance in Good Than to sink down in Sloth the Lukewarm lazy Brood What holy Zeal our Priests adorn'd of old What warm Devotions what prevailing Prayers How strongly they'd the Race of Vertues hold What Discipline supprest the rising Tares How had the Shepherds of the sacred Fold In Service and Respect their constant Shares How Great how Good they were their Steps descry Beneath their Feet the conquer'd World could lie And from their powerful Faith Hell's great Commander fly He 's now a Saint who sins but privately And who a while the Yoke of Christ can bear A Saint who won't with lewdest Sinners vie Or with the Murderer or Adulterer share A Saint who weekly can the Church supply And for the Fleece the Flock neglected care Ah Sloth Ah Negligence Ah want of Heat O may I ne're my Self or Hearers cheat But all the noblest Cares of antient Saints repeat I 'm sure our publick Sins are greater far Than those amass'd from every Age before I 'm sure we 're call'd to bear a fiercer War Than that which all our great Fore-fathers bore I 'm sure our Zeal and earnest Labours are Too weak and can't our ruin'd Faith restore But O dear God my Heart my Lips unseal So I thy Bread to all thy Flock shall deal And to a careless World thy dreadful Truths reveal XVIII The Priest I Took the Charge of Souls and now must shine As Flambeaus in a gloomy Night With clear and comfortable Light My inward Garb like that without divine God views my Actions o're and he Quite thro' my Reins quite thro' my Heart can see I then must be as Angels pure If I 'de that dreadful Test those piercing Eyes endure When first I took these Robes dear Lord I gave My Self my Life my All to thee O may my Oaths repeated be And I my sacred Master's faithful Slave My Labours past are Triflings all My Services alas my Toils are small Help me my God assist me now And I 'll with utmost Zeal perform my sacred Vow I now must Pray Praise Teach invite the Guests A wretched faithless hungry Crew From starving and Damnation due Freely to feed at thy immortal Feasts But Lord I droop I sink I fail Sloth Fear Distrust on all my Thoughts prevail My Strength is weak my Wisdom slow On me dear God thy Strength thy guiding Grace bestow If I a while my constant Duties leave To visit mourning Souls or those Whom God on Beds of Sickness throws I still the Meed of Charity receive But if ungirt or lazy I From publick or from private Duties fly I to oblige a Lust resign My self to endless Flames and quit Rewards divine That I may to the World a Light appear I 'll search my Conscience throughly o're My Sins to God and Man explore And be each Day on all my Crimes severe I 'll all Hell's subtle Arts withstand My sensual Thoughts my craving Lusts command Read Write Pray Praise or Meditate And still with holy Works Hell's fiery Darts rebate In publick Duties I 'll with fervent Care To others an Example be But still without Hypocrisy And with my Voice to God exalt my Prayer But when between my God and me Alone the secret Intercourse should be Noise my Devotions shan't betray But in my Closet I 'll with secret Murmurs pray Some Holy Fasts some Feasts appointed stand Design'd for holy Exercise For raptur'd Joys or humble Cries And should our Souls with solemn Aw command I 'll in Devotion daily live And all my Life to pious Practice give But for such Times
their envious Eyes To dunghil Worms with mighty Treasures blest To worthless Sots with gaudy Glories drest Or who to Honours or to Scepters rise But he who 's envi'd ne're can find That strange Felicity But growing Cares distract his Mind And Beggars more enjoy themselves than he My very Life 's but one extended Woe My Meat my Drink my Sleep my waking Hours My Rest my Labours all uneasy grow And baffle all my Soul 's superiour Powers Could I Love 's holy Flames attain Life would be vile to me and Life's Corruptions vain Wo to the Wretch whose Dulness ne're could know The Miseries of fading Life below Wo to the Wretch whose sordid Soul For mean and transitory Joys can slight The blissful Regions of immortal Light And still on Earth in common Ordure roll Ah mad ah unbelieving Fools In carnal Wisdom great In better things mere senseless Tools Who drudg but ne're can find the monstrous But far more wise those holy Saints of old Look'd on their sinking Lives with nobler Scorn Their Expectations as their Faith grown bold To Heaven on Wings of bright Affection born Nor could the Toys which here they saw Their large aspiring Souls from unseen Glories draw Rise then my Soul no more thy Task delay Employ the present Light the certain Day Up rife put off the Day no more Now now 's the time to work the time to fight The Time to set thy Thoughts and Actions right Delays can but increase the dreadful Score What tho fierce Flames and angry Seas Oppose thy sacred Rest O let no darling Error seize Or tyrannize within thy captive Breast Shake off thy Sloth for shame attack this Foe Throw off thy Sins and Innocence pursue 'T was only Sin diseas'd our Lives below And robb'd us of our Crowns and Garlands due O on thy Maker's Mercy wait Till he thy Living Death to Deathless Life translate Thinke o're thy State on Earth How strangely frail How soon Hell's Follies o're thy Thoughts prevail To day perhaps thy Lips confess Thy mighty Sins with Floods of streaming Tears Tomorrow Hell his sanguine Trophies rears And Sins again thy weak Resolves oppress O then with humble Meekness all Thy yielding Weakness see How that in one short Hour may fall Which might the Work of toiling Ages be Ah wretched I if grown so quickly cold Ah wretched I to drowse in careless Rest As if secure I could the Garland hold Tho not with one poor Grain of Goodness blest Up try the mighty Work again If Hopes of bettering Life or stronger Grace remain XXII It is appointed for all Men once to die SEE where the naked Mormo stands See how his pointed Dart the World commands The meager Sceleton with dismal Glare Shoots thro the pestilential Air Lays Heaps on Heaps around and I Before to morrow's Sun may die Dull that I am hard-hearted Wretch to dream Of lasting Joys and Pleasures here Shine dearest God! and let one glorious Beam Of heavenly Light my gloomy Conscience clear I so prepar'd for Death may be And from my Sins and from thy Anger free To Day I 'm unprepar'd I know But shall I fit for Death to Morrow grow To Morrow's but a wild uncertain thing And may as little Wisdom bring Nor can the longest Life be sure It can repenting Thoughts procure I 've been a Christian long but still retain An unreform'd unchristian Mind Death may be dreadful and attending Pain But I more Woes in longer Life may find O may I now with daily Care And watchful Eyes for Death foreseen prepare To day my youthful Neighbour di'd And for Death's Summons I 'll to day provide I see to day but can't be sure my Sight Shall reach the next approaching Night I see the Night but never may Survive to meet the dawning Day O mayn't a sudden Death my Soul surprize When it goes off its needful Guard Death with an unimagin'd Swiftness flies No Art can its impetuous Wings retard Then I an inward Change may see And Sloth tho past my greatest Grief may be I 'm truly Wife and Blest if I Live but as well as I could wish to die If my great Soul could earthly Joys despise And to the Heights of Vertue rise If I to Discipline could bow And by my Works Repentance show Could I to God with swift Obedience fly And my dear wretched Self abjure Could I but for my blest Redeemer die And for his Love the Racks and Flames endure Much I while blest with Health may do But can't in Death those happy Works pursue Perhaps I think a Sickness might Reform my Manners and enlarge my Sight Make me review my self and straight repent And be at once an Innocent Yet I in Sickness oft have pray'd A thousand solemn Vows I 've made But still I live the same no more improv'd Than modish Travellers may come Who have long Years thro' many Countries rov'd And only brought their shameless Vices home Now now 's the time the welcome Day O don't for better Season vainly stay Rouze then my Soul thy Thoughts engage On what thy daily Weaknesses presage Fears for a time an Antidote may prove And thy eternal Fears remove Thy Fears of present Death prevent Thy everlasting Punishment Live now that when his Summons Death shall give We to unfading Joys may fly Die to the World that we to Christ may live And thou unclog'd ascend above the Sky Let 's now the rebel Flesh chastise That we may then with blest Assurance rise What canst thou dream of lengthning Days When nothing here below unalter'd stays How many have those foolish hopes deceiv'd Of Breath by sudden Strokes bereav'd This Man by some swift Bullet dies That drown'd beneath the Ocean lies This dash'd in pieces that just choakt expires Another's in his Sports destroy'd Sword Plagues attempted Thefts outragious Fires Make all their Dreams and vast Intendments void So Life an empty Shadow flies And when Death summons languid Nature dies Rouse then at last be active now Thy Neck to thy Celestial Labours bow When Death once parts us two our Hopes are vain New Overtures of Grace to gain And if our own Endeavours fail The Prayers of others can't prevail Now while Time lasts grasp at Eternal Wealth Now now encrease thy sacred Store Secure betimes thy own Immortal Health Thy God thy Saviour and his Aids implore And when thou shalt thy Fetters leave They 'l Thee to thy great Master's Joys receive Live then but as a Stranger here And unconcern'd with worldly things appear Be light be free from Cares above the Skies O raise thy long-expecting Eyes That when thy Days on Earth are past Thy Mansions there may ever last With Prayers with flowing Tears O seek the Place Where Glories all their Beams display With endless Groans O seek thy Saviour's Face And upward soar to reach that gladsome Day Where thou with Saints shalt rest above Wrapt in th' Embraces of Eternal Love XXIII And after
who conquers powerful Foes And to a Throne thro mighty Dangers goes To curb thy self the noblest Conquest yields He who himself subdues may win a thousand Fields What tho thy Sins are few thy Passions low O don't presumptions thence or lazy grow Another prest with head strong Passions may Fight bravely thro and gain a glorious Day While thy unhappy slothful Temper fails And Hell too soon on all thy Hopes prevails These things may to thy Reformation tend If thou thy vicious Nature strongly bend To better Ways or with a fervent Heat Contendst to be in rarest Vertues great But chiefly from those noted Vices fly Which in another seen offend thy tender Eye Look out my Soul for good look all around And imitate the great Example found From others Sins with utmost Caution fly To mend thy own thy utmost Cares apply Remember others Eyes are sharp as thine How sweet's the Life when heav'nly Discipline Christ's zealously devout Professors guides And o're their Works and o're their Hearts presides While Sorrows break the pious Heart to see The vile and treacherous Arts of curs'd Hypocrisy Call o're thy Name that Saviour's Acts revise Who for thy Sins could fall a Sacrifice Read his dear spotless Life and read with Shame How short thou fall'st of that Illustrious Name How long a Christian but how far from Christ How soon by Hell to Hellish Crimes entic'd Read but his Life and Death devoutly o're 'T will soon appear how good how vast thy Store The Holy Jesus all thy Works will bless Jesus thy Thoughts thy Words thy All possess O were that dear that dying Saviour mine How brightly would my Will my Sacred Learning shine The zealous Christian with Submission bears That Weight wherein his Matter 's Hand appears While deep Afflictions on Afflictions roll With mighty Woes around the lukewarm Soul No inward Comfort warms his gloomy Breast But with vast Loads of inward Guilt opprest He seeks for holy Luxury and Ease But can't his bleeding Wounds his inward Pangs appease How liv'd those holy Saints renown'd of old In Sacred Fame's Eternal Sheets enroll'd In private all with meanest Food content Their Days in Watchings and in Labours spent Rough Hair their tender Bodies mortifi'd Humble within and free without from Pride Early and late their Prayers attack'd the Skies Much was their Reading much their Exercise Whole Nights they 'd oft in Sacred Praises spend Whole Days with Holy Fasts their Lord attend And canst thou all their great Examples find And be to Madness still or lazy Sloth enclin'd O were we free from all Incumbrance here Our God would in our Hearts and Lives appear From Sleep from Thirst from griping Hunger free We'd consecrate our selves dear Lord to thee 'T were far more happy so to spend our Days Than Trophies to our mouldring Flesh to raise Too rarely now Divine Delights we taste The Holy Banquet then shall ever ever last When we can Creature-Comforts once despise God will be precious in our longing Eyes We soon shall smile at all Events below Our Pleasures and our Griefs with Temper flow God will be All in All supreamly blest Our constant Hope and our Eternal Rest With whom there 's nothing present past to come But one eternal Now compleats the boundless Sum. Think oft of Death that Time once past no more Returns no Cares can flying Age restore If thou growst cold my Soul the Plague's begun Thy Joys are ruin'd and thy Hopes undone But if thy Zeal grows hot thou 'lt purchase Peace Thy Loves shall flourish and thy Grace encrease Zeal makes thee fit for all things makes thee thrive And keeps thy Courage and thy Hopes alive More Honour he who rules his Passion gains Than he who Scepters or who Crowns obtains Small Sins indulg'd rise to a greater Height A Day well spent brings on a joyful Night Watch then my Soul O rouse thy Self from Sin In all Advices with thy Self begin Rule thou thy self let others stand or fall A Conquest o're thy self a real Conquest call The Christian Pattern PARAPHRAS'D The Second Book I. That the Life also of Jesus might be manifest in our Flesh THE Mighty God in pious Hearts commands In such his sacred Empire stands Turn then to God this wretched World detest Thy Soul shall then in Safety rest Scorn outward Toys but inward Vertues prize Then in thy Breast his Throne shall rise Sweet Peace and Holy Joys to Dogs deni'd Shall in thy happy Breast reside Thy Lord to thee if thou prepare the Room Shall with a thousand Comforts come His glorious Beauties and his Charms Divine More bright in Holy Bosoms shine Where with the Soul he oft and kindly talks And in amazing Friendship walks Rouse then believing Soul with humble Care Thy Lodgings for thy Spouse prepare His Word is pass'd If any Soul improve In Holy Truth and Heavenly Love I and my Father in his peaceful Breast Will settle our Eternal Rest He comes discard all other Inmates straight Set wide for him the Glorious Gate Christ will be Riches Life and All to thee Thy Husband and thy Guardian He. No more shalt thou Inferiour Aids implore In Man repose thy Trust no more Men soon are chang'd and perish only He Lives thro immense Eternity Men are uncertain as the veering Wind To all delusive Arts inclin'd To day they 'r loving and to day they 'r kind To morrow all to Spite resign'd Trust then in God to him for Shelter fly With Love and Fear before him lie Thou 'lt find no lasting City here below But wilt a wretched Stranger grow A wandring Pilgrim and bereav'd of Rest Till of thy Christ thy King possest Earth's not an easeful Place Above the Skies O lift thy watry longing Eyes There let thy sacred Conversation be Tho clog'd with vile Mortality Think on thy Mighty Lord On Christ recline Be all thy Thoughts and Words Divine But if his wondrous Throne appear too high O to his Cross for Harbour fly Think on his gaping Wounds how deep how wide How they 'll a trembling Sinner hide There thou a Flood of healing Balm shalt find More rich than Gilead's noblest Kind Thence may'st thou look abroad with cheerful Eyes And Human Scorns and Frowns despise Thy dearest Lord was helpless here and poor And could their bold Affronts endure A Man of Sorrows and inur'd to Pain And can'st thou wretched thing complain Hated beli'd was He and wouldst thou find The World about thee Just and Kind How would thy Patience if untry'd be crown'd Thy Love be to thy Master found With him the Cross on Earth for him sustain If thou 'ldst with him triumphant reign Hadst thou thy Saviour's bleeding Bosom view'd Had Love thy tender Soul imbu'd thou 'dst ne're thy own Concern nor Ease regard But be with Joy for Shame prepar'd Where Heavenly Love in sacred Flames can rise A Man will soon Himself despise Jesus and Truth in Souls from Passions free Implant a Godlike
perverts thy Mind When most to Prayers and most to Heaven enclin'd He hates Confessions and to find Thee there Where Sacred Flesh and Blood to Faithful Souls appear Trust not believe Him not his Hellish Snares Are strongest then when He for Peace declares Say to Him Hence be gone false Fiend for shame No more thy Lies in pious Ears proclaim Hence vile Seducer ne're expect a Part In Me My Jesus now defends my Heart Too strong for Hellish Arms nay Death would be More welcome far than vile Consent to Thee Hold thy deluding Tongue I 'll hear no more Should'st Thou a thousand wheedling Arts explore The Lord 's my Light my Health I scorn to fear Tho round my Soul Infernal Bands appear My God 's my ready Help my Kind Redeemer near Now like a valiant Souldier keep the Field And tho sometimes thy native Frailties yield Resume thy Courage and resist thy Foe My Grace shall freely to assist Thee flow But when the Fiend shall from thy Sword retreat Beware of flattering Words or vain Conceit By these surpris'd the gallant Hero fails And easeless Blindness o're the World prevails O ne'r since warn'd approach that rocky Shore Made rich with scatter'd Wrecks of thousands lost before VII He giveth more Grace unto the Humble Christ MY Son has bright Devotion 's Flame possest With inward Sacred Heat thy Zealous Breast Then boast not of it nor too loud proclaim The wondrous Force of that Celestial Flame Fill not the Temple with an empty Noise Nor to amuse the Croud exalt thy Voice Think 't was a Grace on thy dull Soul bestow'd To make thee groan beneath thy sinful Load Think how the Prince of Hell may cheat Thee How Thy Breast may with a false Devotion glow A Lip and Tongue-Devotion where the Heart In all the Business never bears a Part. Think how a little time may quench the Fire The glaring Torch in nauseous Fumes expire Or if it were a Heavenly Gift indeed Think of thy Beggar'd State thy pinching Need Till lowly Thoughts those Heavenly Flames succeed Thou begg'st for Comforts but mayst rise as High When Comforts at a greater Distance lie If with a lowly Heart an easy Mind With Self-denial and with Thoughts resign'd Thou bear thy Wounds if still with ardent Vows With Prayers on God thy pondrous Cares repose If still thy Heart to pious Works enclines With bold Endeavours and with Wise Designs Thy struggling Arms above the Waters are Not yet by Woes opprest nor sunk by black Despair Some when they miss Success impatient prove Man can't Himself nor where He pleases move Man acts on God the whole Success depends Who where he will his blest Assistance sends Some with imagin'd Heats themselves destroy Nor can Themselves in modest Bounds enjoy But swelling with Enthusiastic Rage Beyond the Bars of sober Sense engage And while they dream above the World they fly The flashy Meteors quickly faint and die So low they fall who would so wildly soar And don't the Refuge of my Wings implore So Men unskill'd in Ways of Vertue fail Unless to guide their Feet some Wiser Heads prevail If Man who fondly in Himself confides From all the Paths of sober Goodness slides It can't be strange if Madmen scorn the Rein And hate the Doctors who their Heats restrain Mean Sense with lowly Thoughts securer far Than mighty Parts with Pride exalted are It 's more unhappy to be Proud than Poor That Man 's unwise who in his Mirth secure Forgets past Poverty and never dreams How soon a Cloud may vail Heavens kindest Beams And He 's imprudent who when prest with Woes Off all his Hopes of Peace and Favour throws And on my Mercy can't with steady Faith repose Where haughty Pride in peaceful Times prevails In Wars too oft the bloaty Courage fails Couldst Thou thy modest Thoughts with Temper guide Between th' Extremes of Baseness and of Pride thou 'dst both in Straits and Storms securely ride Be sure when warm'd within with Heavenly Light To meditate on long succeeding Night When That comes on conclude again the Day May quickly dawn and make a longer stay That for my Glory and thy Good before I brought the Night so soon and can the Day restore A Peace unshock'd has greater Dangers far Than all the Bickerings of a Ghostly War The Soul where Charity and Meekness reigns A nobler Character of Glory gains Than Those who boast of Visions and of Light And all their Cant in Scripture-Phrase indite Or on Preferment 's Pinacle can light Who seeks God's Honour best secures his Own And He who meanest in Himself is grown Who shoots bright Honour from his vigorous Eyes When scornful Worlds his humble Fates despise Must to the noblest Heights in Heavenly Favour rise VIII I abhor my self in Dust and Ashes Believer DUST and Ashes tho I be Let me speak dear Lord to Thee Should I Lord to Merit fly On my own vain Works rely Thou becom'st my Enemy All my Sins against me rise All my Sins my Heart surprize But if with a lowly Heart I from wretched Self can part If contemn'd dejected I In the Dust before Thee lie Then again thy Light thy Grace Shall my sinking Soul embrace All my Vanity and Pride That submissive Veil shall hide Lord to Me my Self display What I was and am to Day Whence I come and where I go For alas I nothing know If I Lord am left to Me All I am's Infirmity But if Thou thy Favour show O how strong my Graces grow How my bubbling Joys o'reflow Strange my God! how wondrous strange Is the sudden blissful Change When my Soul with Guilt opprest Is by thy Embraces blest From thy Springs of boundless Love My preventing Guardians move All my Wants to Thee are known Off those mighty Dangers thrown Numberless and Nameless grown In what horrid Snares I fell While I lov'd my Self too well When I lov'd and long'd for Thee I retriev'd my God and Me. How Love 's sacred Sparks enflam'd me How my own Reflections sham'd me When in Love's bright Mirror I Saw my own Deformity Found sweet Jesus found how free All thy Favours were to me When desertless hopeless grown Bright on Me thy Favours shone Sing my Soul O sing his Praise Hymns to our Redeemer raise Whose All-searching Eyelids found me Whose All-pitying Loves unbound me All my Sins and Follies past And with tendrest Arms embrac't Turn O turn us Lord to Thee That submiss and grateful we May in pleasing Sacrifice Make our Songs as Incense rise And possest with Heavenly Flame Thee our Health and Strength proclaim IX And your Life is hid with Christ in God Christ IF thou my Son wouldst be with Glories blest Make Me thy chiefest Good thy final Rest So thou too much to meaner Joys inclin'd Shalt be from those inferiour Loves refin'd It 's vain to fix thy Heart on things below Which only inward Heat and Thirst bestow Turn then to Me for I
thy Mercies give In Me th' Eternal Springs of Mercy live To Me their grateful Tribute all should pay As to their Parent-Seas kind Rivers find their way From me the Great the Small the Rich the Poor As from a living Fountain draw their Store And who for Me the World can freely leave Shall find his Hopes and Grace for Grace receive But he who dares without his Maker boast And trades for Pleasures from a foreign Coast Shall lose his Joys and in Himself shall find Eternal Furies to distract his Mind No Goodness then to thy vile Self ascribe No real Vertues to the Mortal Tribe But all to me from whom all Blessings flow Who all demand because I all bestow That ALL my Bounty might with grateful Praises show This Holy Truth puts Self-conceit to flight And when the Soul 's adorn'd with Heavenly Light And Heavenly Love no pining Envy there No narrow Thoughts no little Loves appear Ethereal Flames can soon those Damps controul And with exalted Thoughts enlarge the Soul If then Thou' rt truly Wife thy Joys will be Thy Hopes thy Confidence in Me to Me All Praise all Honour 's due thro vast Eternity X. Thy Service is perfect Freedom Believer ONCE Lord again I 'll Silence break Once more to my Redeemer speak To thee my God my King my Love Who dwells Invisible above With Thee what treasur'd Sweets appear For all the Sons of Heavenly Fear For all possest by powerful Love For all who faithful Servants prove Ineffable to that pure Mind To meditate on Thee resign'd How great 's thy Goodness Lord to Me Which when I was not made me Be Reduc'd me when I us'd to rove And taught me Service and enjoin'd me Love O Spring of boundless Love to Thee What should my Humble Language be Can I forget Thee Lord When I Was lost in Woes and left to die Thy Pity found and rais'd me more Than my own swelling Thoughts before Was wondrous Gracious wondrous kind When Hell and Sin enslav'd my Mind What should my grateful Offering be But to renounce the World for Thee To lay my self beneath thy Feet And count thy hardest Service sweet Is' t much if I my Service pay Where all the World around obey No But it 's Great it 's Glorious sure That I a Wretch forlorn and Poor Should in thy House Admission gain And Portions with thy happy Sons obtain See Lord how I tho wholly Thine Yet gain since Thou thy self art Mine Seas Earth and Heaven thy Word obey And all to Me their Tributes pay Nay thy Superiour Angels too Weak Me with guarding Cares pursue Nay Thou thy Self my God my Lord Couldst to the Ruin'd Aids afford A Man for wretched Man couldst be And as a Ransom give thy Self for Me. What shall I then return to Thee Dear God for all thy Loves to me O could I serve Thee all my Days O could I worthy Trophies raise To thy Immortal Name and prove The utmost Force of grateful Love Thou art my Lord thy Servant I To Thee I all my Toils apply To Thee unceasing Praises sing To Thee my Strength an Offering bring To Thee my longing Wishes fly O from thy Self Dear Lord my Wants supply Great is his Honour great his Praise Who All beneath thy Footstool lays And with a chearful Air can quit The World and to thy Yoke submit When wean'd from Fugitive Delights And all those Joys the World excites When from his sinful Self reclaim'd And with superior Loves enflam'd Thy Spirit sweeter Joys shall give And always in his Bosom live Then tho in narrow Paths He move And all the Straits of Vertue prove His Soul at Liberty shall fly And pass the utmost Barriers of the Sky Dear Slavery Delightful Chains Where Man his largest Raunge obtains Lives free from all the Weights of Sin And Holy and at ease within O happy State O charming sweet Where Men with chearful Angels meet Where Man an Angel's Work may do And Man becomes an Angel too Dear happy State God's pleasing Sight Hell's Terror and the Saints Delight Blest Chains to be with Smiles embrac't Blest Chains with Gems of Glory grac't Which bring Eternal Blessings down And all our inward Joys with endless Honours crown XI Watch and be sober Christ YET Son there 's yet a mighty Tast behind And many Rules have slipt thy wandring Mind Bel. What Lord are They Chr. That all thy fond Desires Should gladly bend to what my Will requires That Thou thy Self and selfish Love deny And to Obedience all thy Thoughts apply Ambitious Dreams rouze thy aspiring Soul Thy lazy Thoughts ambitious Dreams controul Yet think Does thy Ambition only glow With Heavenly Love or Love of Self below If I inflame Thee thy obsequious Mind Will always be to my Decrees resign'd If vain Self-Love the Plague prevails within And all thy Passions are enslav'd to damning Sin Then ne're be fond of sudden Heats nor those Too freely on thy yielding Heart impose Consult me first lest Penitence too late Thy Raptures should to dark Despair translate Ambitious Zeal may seem divinely rais'd But should when well consider'd first be prais'd Nor should those Ardours be rejected quite Since I sometimes those spreading Flames excite But still the Spirit to the Seer should yield And Extasy to Reason quit the Field Lest Madness should the fiery Soul surprize Or Scandals from ungovern'd Fervours rise Or Thou despair when All thy bold Pretence despise Yet sometimes holy Violence may controul The brutish Passions of the Sensual Soul Slight the Remonstrances of Flesh and Blood And only make its own Dominion good The Rebel to a just Subjection bring And make the Spirit reign a Sovereign King Chastise the stubborn Soul till mortify'd It lays its Vanity and veils its Pride And in a little can Contentment find To all the sharpest Pains of Heavenly Life resign'd XII In your Patience possess ye your Souls Believer AT last my God! at last I see Since Happiest Lives perplex'd may be How needful Patience is for me For tho I Peace alone pursue Rough Broils and Wars are all in view And all my Days disturb'd and few Christ True Son then never dream of Peace Where every Cross and every Pain may cease True Peace with Tribulation may reside And ne'r be lost tho fiercely try'd Thou think'st it's hard to suffer here But canst thou Hell 's Eternal Tortures bear Wouldst thou from Hell's Eternal Tortures fly Then learn to bear an angry Sky Among the softest Fools enquire They too on Earth have sometimes felt the Fire Perhaps with Pleasures mixt so roll in Sin And never feel Remorse within They 'd satiate all their wild Desires But Ah! how soon the fading Sweet expires As Clouds of Smoak in loose Dispersion fly So all the Sons of Pleasure die No Mark of all their Joys remains Their Lives are rack'd with never-ceasing Pains Those Toys in which they fix supream Delight Those very Toys their Pains excite So wisely
afford To thy poor neglected Slave Send thy Hand O send thy Power Save me from the dreadful Hour From the gloomy dismal Grave Fly O fly my God to me All my Joys are fixt in Thee But without Thee Days and Hours Only hang their drooping Wings While my cheerful Table sings Furnish'd by thy kinder Powers Wretched tangled hopeless I In a gloomy Prison lie Till thy Beams of Light Divine From this Bondage set me free And thy Countenance on Me With reviving Honours shine Let others other Joys admire Thou Lord art all my Heart's Desire Thou Lord alone canst please me here My God my Hope my Safety dear I 'll ne're be silent never cease But to thy Throne my Prayers address Till to my Soul Thou speak'st these Words of Peace Christ Lo here am I Dear Soul I come to thee Since Thou hast call'd so much so long to Me Thy Contrite Humble Heart thy Prayers and Tears Broke thro the Clouds and reach'd my Sacred Ears And to assist Thee lo thy God appears And till reviving I Can thus in Heart reply Believer Lord I have call'd and long'd for Thee Prepar'd to quit the World below Since first thy Favours shin'd on Me And mov'd my Heart before too slow I 'll seek thee soon O blest O prais'd For ever be my God my Lord Who for his Slave Assistance rais'd And would his Mercy 's Helps afford What more Lord can thy Servant say But humbly at thy Footstool lay Himself His Misery and confess His Sins and native Wretchedness For Nothing Nothing like to Thee Can all Created Nature see O Thou thy Father's Wisdom may The World to Thee their Praises pay O may my Lips my Soul my All On Thee with constant Praises call While all the wide Creation vies To raise thy Sacred Name above the lofty Skies XXII Lord I remembred Thee upon my Bed and thought on Thee when I was waking Believer LOrd by thy Laws my Heart enlarge O teach Me by thy Rules to move By thy Commands my Sense improve That I may know their weighty Charge That I with reverent Industry May all thy gracious Acts recal Express a grateful Heart for all That noblest Sacrifice to Thee Yet when I 've done my Best I know My Thanks thy Favours can't repay My Merits claim one sailing Ray Since Thou' rt so high and I so low The Charming Face the Prudent Mind Inward and outward Graces all From thy extended Bounties fall And prove our mighty Maker kind Ten Talents some perhaps may gain Some only Two and some but One But all Pretence to Pride is gone Since All to Thee for All retain Those Odds no Mines of native Grace But thy discerning Goodness made And Favours there are kindly laid Where Gratitude assumes the Place That Man who can Himself despise And all his secret Frailties know And from his Knowledg humbler grow May still to greater Favours rise Nor should the meanest gifted Mind Disorder'd or dejected mourn With Anger or with Envy burn But ground for grateful Praises find He 'd thy impartial Hand adore Thy Goodness and thy Mercy free Since all at last descends from Thee Thou giv'st the least and largest Store Not Man's but God's great Wisdom knows What Seeds best sute the fruitful Field What Soils the fairest Crops can yield And thence proportion'd Gifts bestows Blest be my God whose careful Hand Kept Me from empty Glories free Lest Insolence and Vanity Should my too easy Soul command My meanest poorest Fortunes I Ungriev'd and undejected bear And with an easy chearful Air Can to my trusty Guardian fly The Poor the Wretched Lord and those Whom most the rugged World despise Are dearest to thy gracious Eyes And thy Domestick Train compose Thy great Apostles Lord were poor When o're the Convert World they reign'd Yet ne're of Poverty complain'd In their Integrity secure Their Breasts no Guile nor Malice swell'd Nor Pride but when they suffer'd Shame Dear Jesus for thy Sacred Name And Truth with firm Embraces held He then who Loves Thee Lord who knows How large thy Benefactions are Will for thy Smiles his Joys declare And for thy Love 's Immortal Flows More blest in his despis'd Estate Than those above the rest enthron'd And more at ease when scarcely own'd Than those who grasp a Regal Fate More pleas'd to be despis'd and scorn'd Unseen unknown without a Name Than Flutterers on the Wings of Fame With Honour's gaudy Arms adorn'd To Him thy Loves more Glories bring Than all Atchievements here below And thence more happy Comforts flow Than from the largest Gifts or wondrous Act can spring XXIII The Fruits of Righteousness are sown in Peace Christ MY Son I 'll teach Thee now the peaceful Way Where Freedom will with Ease around Thee stay Believer Speak Dearest Lord O speak to Me Thy Rules must all delightful be Christ Not Others Counsels but thy own refuse A small Estate before a greater chuse Love to be subject envy'd Places shun Pray that my Will in Thee may all be done Obey these Rules and they 'l thy Joys increase With perfect Pleasure and with perfect Peace Believer Few are thy Words but perfect Lord And Sense and wondrous Fruits afford O could I keep them faithfully I should from inward Broils be free And only then Disturbance find When from thy sacred Rules declin'd O Thou Almighty Lord whose Love Rests where industrious Souls improve O grant Me greater Graces still That I may all my Words fulfil And to be sav'd at last obey thy sacred Will A Prayer against Evil Thoughts O My God I fly to Thee Go not go not far from Me Help Me Lord My God receive Me Don't to strong Temptations leave Me Wild my Thoughts are vast my Fears See the threatning Storm appears How O how shall I subdue it Or unshockt unhurt go thro it Lord thy Promise was of old I 'll the Massive Gates unfold Trample or'e the Tempter's Powers Batter down the brazen Towers Set the groaning Prisoners free And reveal my Self to Thee Such thy Promise was of Old Grant O grant the Bliss foretold Then shall all my Tempters flie Then my wicked Thoughts shall die All my Hope my Consolation In the deepest Tribulation Is my God to trust in Thee Is my Lord to fly to Thee Is my Life to pray to Thee And believe Thou 'lt pity Me. A Prayer for inward Illumination FILL Holy Jesus fill my Soul With inward Light The Clouds controul Which now about my Judgment roll Keep me from Wandrings set me free From Tempters Force and Subtlety And Fight my God O Fight for Me Beat down my Brutish Lusts subdue Those Fiends which now my Peace pursue That I may Praise on Praise renew That in a Conscience clear and sound A Palace may for God be found And all with Heavenly Hymns resound Lord quell the Storm the Surges bind And hush the rugged Northern Wind That I a Halcyon Calm may find Send out thy Light thy
Truth Divine That they around the World may shine And let O let some Sparks be Mine My Soul 's a barren Wild O shew Thy fertilizing Grace Imbue My Heart with thy Celestial Dew With pure Devotion 's gentle Rain Moisten and warm the sandy Plain Till all a fruitful Verdure gain Lord raise my Soul with Sins opprest And O inspire my panting Breast With Sighs for thy Eternal Rest Till by that Prelude ravish'd I On Wings of Rapture mount the Sky Lull'd with Immortal Harmony From Creature-Comforts set me free From all Created Vanity O Dearest Saviour rescue Me My Doglike Appetite renews And Sorrow all my Steps pursues When I those little Comforts use O bind me fast with Bands of Love That I from Thee may ne're remove Till with thy Self the Dearest Object fixt above XXIV Be not Wise overmuch Christ DOn't be too Curious nor with empty Cares Engage thy Thoughts in vexing Snares What 's this or That to Thee Thy Business is to follow Me What 's Thy Concern if Men be So or So If thus they Speak or thus they Do Thou no Account for them shalt give But for thy Self And would'st thou wish to live In Dark Perplexities All Things I know and what the Sun can see Is visible and plain to Me I all Affairs anatomize I know Mens inmost Thoughts and private Wills And what their utmost Hopes fulfils Leave then such Things to Me And let Peace inhabit Thee Of That let nothing here thy Soul bereave Let Others all their vain Designs pursue Their Words and Deeds shall all receive their Due Since None can Me deceive Hunt not the Shadow of a Mighty Name Nor boast of Freedoms or of private Love In Thee such Hope 's too large a Share will claim Thy Heart with gloomy Fancies move To Thee I 'd freely all my Will reveal From Thee no needful Truths conceal Would'st Thou but watch my Coming carefully And open all thy Gates to Me. Be careful then and watch to Prayer And let thy Modest Deeds thy Humble Thoughts declare XXV The Fruits of the Spirit are Joy Peace Goodness Christ THus I my Son declar'd of Old Lo I leave my Peace with You Lo I give my Peace to You Not as Worldly Men may do Peace indeed I give to You. Thus I promis'd Mine of old Peace is the Common Wish alas But few Those sacred Paths which lead to Peace pursue My Peace is Meek and Humble Judgments guides And loves to live where Patience most resides Hear Me Obey Me and thou soon shalt find Her Balmy Dews relax thy labouring Mind Believer What shall I do then Lord Chr. Observe thy Way Thy Words and Deeds with Curious Eyes survey To please thy God alone in All design Nor to another Lord's Commands incline Ne're meddle Son with Other Mens Affairs With no Censorious Wit augment thy Cares Live but at Home and Peace shall live with Thee Thy Mind from griping Cares and wild Distractions free But to be wholly loos'd from Earth below Earth can't but Heaven may at last bellow But if thou' rt in a stupid sensless State Don't thence thy Peace and calm Enjoyments date Think not it's Peace when thou canst see no Foe Nor well when all things to thy Wishes go Nor all thy Extasies and Heats admire As if just kindled by Celestial Fire Man may his Case in spite of These mistake And from false Premises a false Conclusion make Believer How Lord then may I throughly know my State Christ On Me let all thy Soul's Affections wait Seek not thy Self but with an easy Mind Some ground for Thanks in all Conditions find Weigh all Events be Grateful Patient Bold Nor by each sudden seeming Cloud controul'd In Storms thy Soul for greater Storms prepare And still Submission to thy Lord declare Own thy Demerits and his gentler Hand No more against his Heavenly Justice stand In every Change thy Maker vindicate Adore his Providence in every State Keep Self beneath thy Master's Praises sing True Peace true Hopes and Joys from that blest Source will spring XXVI And establish me with thy free Spirit Believer NO more if perfect Lord should I From Heavenly Contemplations turn my Eye But thro' a Wood of Thorny Care A Heart unheavy undistemper'd bear Not out of dull Stupidity But from a Soul serene and free From all created Loves and worldly Vanity Save Dearest Lord O save my Soul Lest Cares of sensual Life my Thoughts controul Lest outward Wants betray my Mind And I Delights in Earthy Chains should find Lest I with Troubles broke should fail And Doubts and Fears above my Faith prevail Unclog my Thoughts enlarge my Mind Till I may soar no more confin'd High as Ethereal Flames and loose as Air or Wind. O Thou my God my Life my Dear In whom ineffable Delights appear Embitter all my Joys below That I no Sweets but in thy Self may know From Carnal Goods O turn my Heart Which but a vitiated Gust impart Free Me O free Me from the Snares Which Flesh and Blood for Flesh and Blood prepares Let not the World 's poor short-liv'd Pride Nor Hell's designing Prince my Thoughts divide Give Me but Strength and I 'll oppose The busy Malice of my active Foes Give Patience that I all may bear And Constancy in Truth to persevere For all those Comforts here below On Me thy Spirit 's Fragrant Oils bestow All Earthly Passions Lord remove And thro' my Soul diffuse thy own immortal Love Lo Meats and Drinks and Clothes and All Those Goods for which our craving Bodies call Are but a Burden Lord to Me Teach Me to use them so that all may see How loose I to the World can sit And always to the Loss of All submit My Life 's not Mine to lose but I Must fainting Nature's daily Wants supply But won't luxurious Stores pursue Lest so the Flesh the Spirit should subdue Lord let thy Hand direct Me here That I no wild Extreams may fear But safe between the Rocks of Want and Plenty steer XXVII Take no care for the Flesh to fulfil the Lusts thereof Christ WOuldst Thou my Son Eternal Joys obtain Thy Self thy All must first the Purchase clear Self-Love will more thy soaringThoughts restrain Than all those Charms which worldly things endear Self-Love attracts Temptations and betrays Man to the Malice of his Angry Foes The Love of Heaven treads all in perfect Ways No Bars can there its lofty Flights oppose Ne're covet that which Thou canst ne're procure Nor strive to keep what would thy Thoughts enslave Give what Thou hast to Me in Me secure And all which thy immoderate Longings crave Why shouldst Thou pine with Woes and waste with Cares Wait but on Me and Thou no harm shalt feel A restless Thought a wicked Heart declares And must in everlasting Darkness reel For All when gain'd would all defective prove And Ambuscades on every hand appear And Storms would still the rolling Billows move The Mind be ruffled
with distracting Fear A Mind from all Ambitious Fancies free Is happier than with vast Abundance cloy'd Vain Wealth Applause and Honour's Pageantry Will be with this poor fleeting World destroy'd Height can't secure Thee but a prudent Zeal A Peace ill-founded never long can last New Garments can't an ulcer'd Heart conceal Nor Thou be better tho not what thou wast In Me thy Strength alone thy Safety stands I change the Heart and I reform the Mind Who leaves Me quickly feels Hell's weighty Bands And from one Danger snatch'd will greater Dangers find A Prayer for Purity and Wisdom SHEW Me Lord O shew thy Face O confirm my Heart with Grace Strengthen Lord my fainting Mind Now to worthless Cares inclin'd Wash my Eyes from needless Tears Purge my Soul from Doubts and Fears Purge it from impure Desires If it Gold or Dirt admires All alas is Transitory All a Fiction all a Story All a Blast an empty Lie All vexatious Vanity Why should I a Shade pursue I alas am dying too Give Me Wisdom Lord to see All 's but Dirt compar'd with Thee Heav'nly Wisdom Jesus send Me That while common Sweets attend Me I may fix my Heart above And Thee more than all things love Teach Me Lord to know Thee more Shew Me all the wondrous Store Of Mysterious Providence And enlarge my Soul and Sense If Thou make Me truly Wise I 'll the fawning World despise Bear with humble Patience those Who my Peaceful Course oppose Wisdom always keeps the Field Won't to noisy Language yield Scorns the Fool 's prepost'rous choice Scorns the Sirens charming Voice Walks in Holy Paths secure Of Divine Protection sure Send it O my Saviour send it I 'll with humblest Vows attend it XXVIII Thou shalt be hid from the Scourge of the Tongue Christ MY Son ne're murmur tho the World accuse Thy spotless Name thy Innocence abuse When that 's all past thy modest Thoughts must own Thy Self still worse as to thy Self best known They charge Thee deep but Thou canst quickly find Guilt deeper far disturb thy conscious Mind Try to be pure indeed some Words have prov'd Blest healing Balms tho first by Malice mov'd Live hush'd in Silence tho thy Fate 's severe And undisturb'd their lavish Language hear True Innocence will heavenly Beauties show Thro' all that noisom Dirt the villain World can throw No real Peace their hinder Words could raise It 's equal to Thee if they Curse or Praise Thou 'lt still remain unalter'd still the same How e're they mangle thy advancing Fame In Me thy Peace thy real Glory lies And He who can the common World despise Who neither fawns nor fears a snarling Age May in those Sweets of endless Peace engage From sensless Fears and Love's Distractions rise The Soul well pois'd above the World's encumbrance flies XXIX Count it all Joy when ye fall into divers Temptations Bel. BLEST Lord O blest be thy great Name From whom my Sufferings gently came Who with a Father's tender hands Such Trials for his Son commands They come They come nor can I fly But open to their Lashes lie Only in thy extended Arms I hope to rest secur'd from Harms Let Lord O let thy Rod to Me Correction and Instruction be Lord of my self with fretful Rage I 'd still against thy Hand engage No Patience I no humble Mind Within my wretched Self can find What shall I say dear Father now Beneath thy weighty Strokes I bow O save me from the threatning Hour Or act me with thy saving Power Till humbler for my Follies grown I may thy wondrous Mercies own I 'm Poor I 'm Nothing but by Thee Save Lord O save and rescue Me Patience blest God! thy Patience give And I 'll without repining live Be Thou my God be Thou my Aid And tho beneath vast Mountains laid That Weight I 'll uncomplaining bear And shake off all the Terrors of insulting Fear What shall I say my God to Thee But Do thy Pleasure Lord with Me I merit Wrath and thence for Woes And Sufferings would my Thoughts compose In them O may I Patience show Till off these rugged Tempests blow Thy mighty Hand alone can Me From all the Tempter's Furies free Baffle his Rage and break his Might And save Me from approaching Night Save Me my God as when of old Thou couldst my fainting Heart uphold I groan beneath thy weighty Chains Thy Hand can heal my Wounds and ease my smarting Pains XXX My Grace is sufficient for Thee Christ LO I 'm that God my Son who comforts Thee Come then in Sufferings only come to Me Comfort thou want'st and Comforts soon would'st have Would'st Thou with greater Warmth my Comforts crave But thou 'dst first to the World's Assistance fly I 'm but a Refuge in Extremity But all thy hopes are vain till thou canst own Me Me the Saviour of the Just alone No Creature-Aids or Arts or Counsels can Remove those Sufferings which my Hands began Resume thy Spirits then the Skies grow clear And bright again my Mercy 's Beams appear Once more I 'll raise thy Head thy State restore As Job severely try'd was happier than before What is there any thing that 's bard to Me When e're I promis'd was I false to Thee Ah where 's thy Faith Thy sacred Confidence Stand fast for shame Heroick Faith commence Be brave be bold The Time of Comfort 's nigh I now on rapid Wings to help Thee fly Let Hell 's black Tyrant rage let Nature fear Thy Temper shake lo I at hand appear Why should Futurities torment thy Mind Sorrows alone such dark Enquiries find To Day thou liv'st indeed and can't To day Lay Cares enough in thy uncertain way Such busy Thoughts are vain and useless all Wisdom will ne'r be scar'd with what may ne'r befal But what can narrow Souls imprison'd do Shamm'd off with Air and gull'd with empty show The gaudy Shadow draws their longing Eyes But swift as Dreams the gaudy Shadow flies Hell would abuse Thee but ne're cares if Thou To Sin barefac'd or painted Vertues bow If Love of present things distract thy Soul Or future Hopes thy future Fears controul Stand fast believe me on my Mercy rest Perhaps when Sorrows most assault thy Breast When Hopes all ruin'd Joys all lost appear I 'm then my Self with vast Advantage near Tho things go cross they mayn't be desperate quite A sudden Prospect may confound the sight And He 's too weak who sinks and drowns for fear When any Means untri'd to reach the Shores appear What tho I lash thee now or seem to hide My cheerful Glories or in Clouds reside My Methods lead Thee tow'rd Eternal Light Thou' rt punish'd thus but not deserted quite My Saints more Blessings in Afflictions find Than when the World is to their Wills resign'd I know thy secret unshap'd Thoughts and know A short Recess a little Cloud below May humble Thee the Price of Heaven enhance And thy Salvation's
it like some fair Gem lost in the Quarry lies XXXIII My Son give me thy Heart Christ NE're in thy roving Thoughts my Son confide They 'l fix to Day to Morrow change their side While to a wretched load of Earth confin'd Thou 'lt suffer always by a changing Mind Now sad now pleasant now serenely blest Straight with a thousand inborn Storms opprest Deep in Devotions now but soon profane Now studious quickly in a slothful strain Now wondrous grave and soon as light vain The Man of sense that various Humours scorns While sacred Art his happy Life adorns On God his Polar Star he 'll fix his Eye Furl all his Sails and not to Windward ply But through rough Tides with Oars his Passage force And to his heavenly Port direct his constant Course Sometimes the wisest Christian Pilot may Encroaching Sleep's Lethean Drops obey Some humane Frailties Flesh and Blood surround And selfish Dreams the steddy Soul confound They seek for Heav'n but seek for Pleasure too And double Ways with double Hearts pursue So when blest Mary's Brother left the Grave And to his Master Death resign'd his Slave To Bethany the Jews in Troops repair'd With curious Thoughts but more alas prepar'd To gaze on Lazarus to Life restor'd Than to obey themselves their Lord's reviving Word Clear thy Intention first direct it true And then with steddy steps thy Holy Course pursue XXXIV That God may be All in All. Bel. MY God 's my All my Soul's desire How can I greater Bliss require Sweet Note dear charming Name to Me Who hate inferiour Vanity My God my dearest Lord my All I 'd oft the pleasing Sound recal How all things smile when Thou art here But dead when Thou withdraw'st appear Thou fill'st the peaceful Soul with Joy Thy Works thy chearful Saints employ Thy Name in every Work they praise And Trophies to thy Goodness raise Without Thee nothing sweet we find But when thy Grace adorns the Mind Then all things savour well and we Thy Hand in all thy Works of Wonder see Blest with thy Love we relish All Without thee nothing taste but Gall. Here witty Worldlings grosly fail Where Vanity and Death prevail But those who can the World subdue And Flesh and Blood with Scorn pursue Such happy Men are wise indeed Such happy Men to Truth proceed From Vanity from Flesh and Blood To all that 's Holy all that's Good The Creature 's noblest Character These to its Maker's Praise refer And can a just Distinction find Between the whole Created Kind And Him who made them and between What in our fleeting Years is seen And what includes Eternity Between that Light we daily see And that which centers in the Deity O Thou Eternal Light Divine With thy All-piercing Glories shine Quite thro' this gloomy Heart of mine Purge make me glad illuminate New Life within my Soul create And raise Me to a raptur'd State O come O come blest long'd for hour On me thy quickning Favours shower And let me feel thy nearer Power No Joys Dear Lord can perfect be Till I that happy Instant see And Thou art All in All to Me. Still Adam's Lusts in Me reside Not yet not throughly crucify'd They 've bled but never truly dy'd The Flesh against the Spirit arms My Soul with fiery Discord warms And with unceasing Wounds alarms O Thou whose great Command the Sea The rugged Waves and Winds obey O help O hear thy Servant pray With thy Almighty Arm surprize And crush my inward Enemies Who still in Arms against me rise O let me all thy Wonders view My Hopes my Shelter Lord renew While I thy Smiles alone my Lord my God! pursue XXXV Blessed is the Man who endureth Temptation Christ THY Life my Son can ne'r of Health be sure Unless thy Heart Celestial Arms secure While hellish Foes thy trembling Heart surround The Shield of Patience must repel the Wound Fix then on Me for Me resolv'dly dare For Me for Sufferings and for Wounds prepare So may'st thou blow the Flames of sacred Love And reach the Palms of glorious Saints above Thy Foes then with a Manly Force repel The Conqueror may be crown'd while Dastards sink to Hell Would'st Thou on Earth with Peace and Ease be blest Then never dream of Heaven's Eternal Rest Rest is a foolish Purchase here below For Patience all thy Studies here bestow True Peace springs out from Heav'n and not from Earth God not the Creature gives that Blessing birth Pains Sorrows Tortures Griefs Temptations Woes Wrongs Wants Reproofs Confusions Scandals Blows These fox the Love of God must all be born And Patience still the Sufferer's Life adorn These edg true Valour these the Christian Soul Beneath the Standard of their Lord enroll These Trials that unfading Crown compose Those Honours which entwine the Brows of those Who to endure the worst of Earthly Furies chose Or can'st Thou dream to live at Peace within Unmov'd by Scruples and unshock'd by Sin Such Ease no pious Saints of old procur'd But Cares Temptations Doubts and Fears endur'd They in their God and not themselves would trust True to their King to their Engagements just They knew these Woes could no Proportion bear To those bright Wreaths triumphant Martyrs wear Or would'st Thou Child with ease at once obtain What they could scarce with Tears and Labours gain No but on God with Manly Courage wait Take Comfort in him nor distrust thy fate And to his Honour with a chearful Note Thy Self thy Body and thy Soul devote I 'll pay thee and thy suffering State shall be A boundless Treasure of immortal Wealth to Thee XXXVI Be not afraid of them neither fear their Words tho Briars and Thorns be with Thee and Thou dwell among Scorpions Christ ON Me O let thy Heart securely rest A guiltless Conscience in a guiltless Breast The Censures of a thoughtless World may scorn Above their spite on Wings of Honour born It 's Godlike Great in all things to be good And yet by Malice falsly understood Tho Men are blind God visits Innocence And to his own will nobler Joys dispense The Faithless World will things at random call Nor could an Angel hope to please them all Great Paul devoted to his Master's Name First pleas'd his God then All to All became Yet lash'd by silly Tongues their Sense despis'd Scorn'd all their Censures by Heaven advis'd In holy Freedom still his Conscience exercis'd He all his Strength his Zeal his Wisdom us'd And saving Light thro' gloomy Worlds diffus'd The real Price of Humane Souls enhanc'd And their Instruction and their Health advanc'd Yet could not he a foolish World restrain Unscourg'd unjudg'd or undespis'd remain But when he found the World to Lies resign'd Noisy as Seas and faithless as the Wind Weak and Mistaken but assuming more Than suted with their Wit 's exhausted Store With humble Patience to his Maker He Referr'd his Case whose piercing Eye could see His spotless Innocence
and Integrity Lest Scandal yet should from his Silence rise Or Fools should think their lavish Censures wise Sometimes He 'd check their Follies with severe Replies Why then shouldst thou poor fading Mortals fear Who live to Day to Morrow won't appear Fear God but live above their Pride and Scorn Whose Flouts and Censures on themselves return Who wound themselves when at thy Head they fly And ne'r can put their Make 's Judgment by Look up to God but ne'r with Fools contend Tho with their weight Thou seem at first to bend Dash'd with their Impudence and all confus'd And undeserv'dly by the Croud abus'd Fret not nor with thy own impatient Air The Beauties of thy glorious Crown impair Wait thou on God He 'll quickly rescue Thee Set Thee from Wrongs and all Confusions free And as thy Suffering's great thy kind Reward shall be XXXVII Casting all your Care upon him for he careth for you Chr. TO find Me O my Son thy Self forsake When from Self-fondness throughly wean'd More great thy Gains will be Grace full Possession of Soul shall take When by resigning Vertue clean'd And from Relapses free Believer How far Lord and in what must we So freely leave our selves for Thee Christ My Rules in all both Things and Times obey There 's no Reserve but stript of All Thou more belov'd wilt be Thou of thy Self I 'm sure can'st ne'r convey While Thee the Flesh his own can call A Title good to Me. The sooner thou can'st lay Dear Self aside The stronger far the more sincere Thy Thoughts to God shall move The sooner I 'll within thy Breast reside Thy Soul more to thy Maker dear Thy Minutes kinder prove Some to their God by halves themselves resign And won't on Providence rely But for themselves provided Some give up All but tempted soon decline And to secure old Property Throw Truth it self aside Those who at uncorrupted Freedoms aim And Union and Fruition too With Me their Lord above Must daily and at once themselves disclaim The Flesh with serious Hate pursue And scorn inferiour Love Oft have I said it and repeat it now Give o're thy self thy self resign And inward Peace obtain Give All for All No blind Reserves allow On God with steddy Faith recline And God thy Soul shall gain No Darkness then no Chains shall compass thee Sigh then and pray and strive to get That self-resigning Grace Then Naked quite from vain Pretences free Thou shalt above thy Nature set A naked Christ embrace Die to thy self and thou shalt live to Me Vain Troubles then vain Dreams and Cares Away like smoke shall fly Then no immoderate Fears shall torture thee No sensual Loves shall spread their Snares For thee but sink and die XXXVIII Commit thy Works to the Lord and all thy Thoughts shall be establish'd Christ MY Son be watchful and thy Self command No Slave but Master o're the Creature stand Let God no little Mercenary Tool No fawning Thing thy Thoughts or Actions rule An Israelite indeed by Grace made free No present Joys but future Hopes can see Looks but askance on what beneath him lies But with an Eagle's sharpness views the Skies Makes every Creature as by God design'd His useful Slaves as that Almighty Mind All to Submissions first to Lordly Man confin'd Judg not of all Events by what appears False Stories oft abuse our Eyes and Ears God's Help like Amram's Son of old implore He 'll guide thee better and instruct Thee more Than all thy little Teachers could before Moses in doubts straight to his Maker flew The Strength of Prayers that Man of Wonders knew No Dangers He no noisy Tumults fear'd While God so quickly to his Prayers appear'd Fly Thou too to Him and with Vows sincere Approach thy God and his Advices hear Then Gibeon Jacob's careless Tribes abus'd When they to ask his blest Advice refus'd And well forg'd Tales believ'd and foreign Dainties us'd XXXIX Lest your Hearts be overcharg'd with the Cares of this World Chr. MY Son to me commit thy weighty Cares I 'll manage order bless thy great Affairs Believ I Lord my All submit to Thee For vain my little Cares would be Should I thro' future Secrets pry And not with thy reveal'd Advice comply Chr. My Son Man hotly oft a Toy pursues But when He near at hand the Quarry views Laughs at his Purchase gives himself the Lie And straight at large his random Fancies fly He 's wise who can Himself in little things deny He 's most a Christian who Himself denies He walks at large and down in Safety lies Hell's Prince indeed no fatal Arts forbears But Day and Night he lays his deadly Snares Longs for a straggling Soul a thoughtless Prey Watch then to me with strict Devotions pray I 'll guard thy Sleeps by Night secure thy Joys by Day XL. He who glorieth let him glory in the Lord. Believer LORD what 's poor Man or Man's infected Race So pity'd yet so kindly own'd by Thee How Lord can He deserve thy Grace Or how should I deserted be Can I murmur or complain If I can't my Prayers obtain This I 'll acknowledg Nothing Lord am I Can Nothing do and Nothing good contain Defective too and useless lie Till I thy kind Assistance gain And both loose and cold must be Till instructed Lord by Thee Thou art and art the Same eternally Good Holy Just and all thy Actions so But backward and unactive I And thro a thousand Changes go And uncertain Vanity Has its Center Lord in Me. But when thy Helping Hand sufficient sure Without Man's Aids supports my trembling Soul My State may mend my Self endure Unchang'd and reach the glorious Goal And enjoy Security Trusting resting Lord in Thee Could I but cast all Worldly Comforts by Forc't from without or for Devotions sake And to thy self for Shelter fly When Man of Me no Care would take I might justly hope for Grace And again to see thy Face Prais'd be my God who grants Me all Success So blest can I vile Nothing fondly boast It should my Self-Conceit repress To think of Grace or Glory lost He who gapes for Praise or Pleasures Loses Vertue 's surest Treasures In Thee to glory to rejoice in Thee Is real Glory and substantial Joy Prais'd be thy Name thy Works by Me This Lord may all my Hopes imploy Tho I 'm all Infirmity Always all my Joy's in Thee Let Fools seek Worldly Praise I beg but Thine praise Honour Worldly Greatness when compar'd With endless Glories dimly shine Blest Trinity my God! my Guard Glory Honour Praise to Thee Thro Eternal Ages be XLI I receive not Honour from Men. Christ THO trampled o're when others thrive and rise Fret not my Son but raise thy faithful Eyes To Me no worldly Scorns shall then thy Heart surprize Believer I 'm Blind Lord lost in Vanity Else O my God I soon should see No Creature e're had injor'd Me Nor could I now complain
here if thou 'dst to Glory rise Take up the Cross if Thou with Me wouldst reign Those who embrace the Cross shall Life's pure Light obtain Believer Dear Jesus since to walk with Thee I by the World despis'd and crush'd must be Teach Me to scorn the World teach Me to cleave to Thee Servants beneath their Masters are And must to suffer with their Lords prepare Life from thy precious Life O let thy Servant share What e're abroad I read or hear Refreshments all in that and noblest Joys appear Christ My Son since Thou so much hast heard and known That Knowledg O with holy Practice crown He loves Me best who knows and keeps my Will His Soul I 'll with endearing Glories fill And He shall reign with Me on Sion's sacred Hill Believ Holy Jesus Dearest Lord O perform thy sacred Word See! The Cross I gladly bear Since thy Hand has laid it here Thence my better Life shall rise It 's my Guide to Paradise Lord I 'll bear it I 'll endure it Never never Lord abjure it Believ Forward Brethren let us move Jesus now our Guide will prove For his sake the Cross we bear For his sake we 'll persevere He 's our Captain he will aid us And thro' greatest Dangers lead us Come let 's boldly march behind him We in greatest Straits shall find him While our Duties we deny not While from Wars with Hell we fly not LVII Count it all Joy when Ye fall into divers Temptations Christ I Son in humble Patience more delight Those Vertues which a World of Woes excite Than all that brisk Devotion which appears In warm Professors in their calmer Years Thy Soul why should a petty Scandal tear Which should unmov'd the greatest Scandal bear Fie let it pass It 's not the first or last Life must a thousand sharper Potions taste Thou' rt brave and canst couragious Thoughts diffuse While like a Hand the distant Danger shews But when a sudden Storm o're-spreads the Skies Thy Wit and Courage sinks and faints and dies Think then how frail thou art how soon subdu'd To make thee wiser yet such Tests are oft renew'd Thou know'st the Truth then wretched Fears disdain And uninvolv'd thou may'st thy Lot sustain The Test with Joy at least with Patience bear Repress thy Passions let not others hear One Word unfitting from thy Lips proceed Lest such in weaker Souls should scandal breed Grace will both Woes and inward Lust resist And as I live I 'll soon thy Soul assist With new and greater Comforts visit Thee If Thou with faithful Prayers devoutly call on Me. Gird Thee to Sufferings with an easy Mind Temptations oft in their Effects are kind No God no Angel Thou but Flesh and Blood And since nor Man nor purer Angels stood Not these in Heaven nor those in Paradise Some crafty Sin thy Vertues may surprize But I the Mourning Soul can raise and those Who their own Frailties know with Godlike Joys compose Bel. Thy Words are sweeter Lord to Me Than dropping Hony-combs can be What should I do in Straits and Woes Did not thy Word thy Thoughts compose O may I suffer all things here May I a thousand Tempests bear If I at last my Port may gain If I may endless Life obtain O let Me in thy Favours die Let Me to Abraham's Bosom fly Thy Servant Dearest God respect And to thy Kingdom 's Joys thro' peaceful Ways direct LVIII How unsearchable are his Judgments and his Ways past finding out Christ MY Son dispute not of that Gloom profound Those Deeps which my obscurer Ways surround Ask not why God that Man to Glory chose Why This to Hell's dark Flames rejected goes Why That should under long Afflictions groan And This exalted mount the sacred Throne These things all humane Sense surpass nor can Man's short-lin'd Sense unfathomable Judgments span If Hell then or if impious Men disclose A curious Humour thus their Dreams oppose God must be just and all his Judgments right Clear are his Judgments and his Justice bright My Ways are to be fear'd not vainly scann'd Nor can created Sense beneath the dreadful Burden stand Ask not what Grace was on the Saints bestow'd Who reigns the Greatest near their smiling God Dispute not what their Interests are above Nor seek by them to gain their Maker's Love Some fondly dote on those extinguish'd Lights Such Love not Heaven but Hellish Art excites Turn all thy Thoughts thy zealous Loves on Me I rais'd the Saints to their supream degree To them my strong effectual Grace was free I not Desert their Heads with Honours crown'd Their Weakness my preventing Graces found I knew them e're this World from nothing rose And them before its first Foundations chose They chose not Me but I by pity mov'd Them thro' corrupted Nature's horrors lov'd And by Afflictions surest Test improv'd With Comforts blest and Perseverance too And crown'd their Faith at last with promis'd Glories due The First the Last alike I kindly know And Love alike on all their Souls bestow I only in my Saints am justly prais'd In Them my Name above the Stars is rais'd While Poor Unactive Undeserving They Meer Objects of unbounded Mercy lay Love made 'um ONE made 'um Lights to Thee And to be follow'd where they closely follow'd Me. Saints but instruct Thee in thy Duty still I not themselves their vast Affections fill Rapt high above themselves they ever prove Unbounded Blisses and unbounded Love They live unchang'd while Truth their Souls invests And holy Flames enlarge their heavenly Breasts They serve Me only and in that should be Loves and Devotions Patterns to the World Thee It 's not thy Work with curious Art to pry Into the Mystick Secrets of the Sky What Saints departed do concerns not Thee Thy Vows thy Honours all belong to Me. Think how thy Sins in Bulk and Number rise How little Goodness in thy Bosom lies How far Thou mayst of their Attainments fail Who now on Joy's unstormy Ocean sail But don 't to them for Grace or Aids repair I only aid the Poor I only answer Prayer Could They alas thy vain Devotions hear They'd ne'r those misappli'd Devotions bear They know they merit nothing nor can do What foolish Men with foolish Vows pursue They love their God their Joys unbounded flow Nor happier by misguided Worship grow Before my Feet their starry Crowns they lay To him who ever lives submisly pray And to the spotless Lamb their Adorations pay Don't in those lightsom Realms at Greatness aim Thy Merits can't the smallest Favours claim Thy Sins thy weighty Sins would sink thee down And wouldst thou thoughtless Wretch deserve a Crown First be a Child in harmless Innocence From that low State thy happy Days commence Be humble first and leave the rest to Me Vast as thy largest Hopes thy vast Reward shall be Wo to those haughty Souls who scorn to be Harmless as Babes and yet pretend to Me Heaven's Gates
Divine What Flames should then enlarge my Heart When in my Saviour I expect a Part How should I dress to meet my bleeding Lord While every Type great Kings and Saints of old ador'd David before that precious Ark of old Could not his warm Affections hold But danc'd with all his Might and loudly play'd His tuneful Harp he strung And to his Harp he sung When that thro' Sion's Gates its Entrance made Sweet were his Airs and soft his Stroke When he 'd His Jews to holy Joys provoke God's Spirit on his Heart abode And Prayers and Blessings with his Musick flow'd Such Zeal that Antient Type pursu'd And shan't my Heart with nobler Heat indu'd Shan't it with greater Spirit embrace The Substance than the Shade of future Grace Shan't I with springy Joys my Saviour meet And at his Altars bow and kiss his sacred Feet Fools oft to see pretended Reliques fly And cast a curious wondring Eye On Fanes to Saints Imaginary rais'd Where richest Silks and Gold The dowdy Corps enfold And Thieves and Rebels are for Martyrs prais'd A thousand Pilgrimages past They prove but Hell's obdurate Slaves at last O could they rest a while at home And not to follow sensless Fancies rome Wonders on Wonders here they 'd view Far more than e're Loretto's Shrine could shew Jesus with Love and Mercies crown'd Would shed his sacred Influences round And to the Loving Hoping Faithful Heart Would all his glorious Self his heavenly Joys impart O Thou great Architect of Earth and Skies Invisible to mortal Eyes To us how wondrous all thy Actions prove And here how sweet how kind Thy Favourites may find Th' immense Expressions of Prodigious Love Unfathomable Deeps how far Too short our wretched Intellectuals are When we would sound the vast Abyss Of unintelligible Mysteries What Art that Mirroir could compose By which the Souls of faithful Saints disclose Their Saviour in a Sacrament And on his bleeding gaping Wounds intent Eat his dear Flesh and drink his sacred Blood That Bread of Life and this immortalizing Flood Who can those Capillary Rills descry By which unbodied Graces fly Thro' bodied Symbols to the faithful Mind How pure Devotion 's Fires How Vertue 's warm Desires Room in the Sinner with Repentance find What hidden Sweets can Faith descry How sharp how piercing is the faithful Eye He meets a thousand Graces here Lost Vertues in his Soul reviv'd appear And tho deform'd by Sins before This can its Beauties and its Charms restore Nay the best balmy Symbols may New Life and Health to fainting Saints convey While Faithless Souls meer Bread and Wine partake And but a damning Feast of empty Symbols make But ah how cold how deadly cold we prove To meet our dear Redeemer's Love How we refuse his kind extended Arms Arms which alone can be Our Souls security From Death's Tyrannic Force and Hell's Alarms He purifies our Natures He From endless Torments dearly sets us free Beneath his Shade we safely move And feel the Beams shot from his Orb of Love Why should we then so cold appear To all his Loves Mysterious Tendries here Ah Blind ah Rocky-hearted Crew Who can so slow such wondrous Grace pursue More careless as their Master kinder grows And can with stubborn Hearts his offer'd Loves oppose Were but one single Sacrament design'd The World to one sole Priest confin'd What Sholes would to the distant Temple flow How would they stretch their Eyes To see these Mysteries How eager for that Heavenly Banquet grow But when a thousand Pastors wait And all may with their Lord participate When so immense his Loves appear Alas we nauseate the Celestial Chear Yet Jesus Holy Shepherd we Poor Exiles now present our Thanks to Thee Thy Flesh thy Blood our Souls relieves Thy tender Call our dying Faith retrieves Come all to Me with Sins vast Weights opprest I 'll give you sudden Ease I 'll give you certain Rest II. Behold how he loved Vs Believer MOV'D by thy Goodness and thy Mercies I Dear Lord to thy Assistance fly Touch'd with a thousand Plagues I come to Thee O be the great Physician Lord to Me Hungry and Thirsty Lord I bring A fainting Soul to Life's Immortal Spring A Beggar I Heaven's gracious King adore A Servant I my Master's Smiles implore Form'd by thy Hand Lord here I stand And for my great Creator's Bounties wait And for his Comforts in a ruin'd helpless State Whence is it that my God should come to Me O what am I thus grac'd by Thee How can a guilty Soul endure thy Sight How in a Miscreant can my God delight Thou know'st no Good resides in Me And I my own my inward Vileness see Thy Grace thy Goodness and thy boundless Love I own I honour and with Thanks improve And for thy sake I 'd here partake That I my tender smiling God might know O mayn't my horrid Crimes obstruct the wondrous Flow Sweet gracious God! with what respectful Praise Should I thy spreading Glories blaze Who for our sakes a mortal Nature took But who can thro' the Mystick Bounty look What can I think when worthless I May hold Communion with the Deity What can I do but with a prideless Mind Some Means t' extol thy boundless Goodness find Thy endless Praise My God I 'll raise But ever ever Lord my Self despise And from the lowliest State to heavenly Favours rise Lo Thou' rt incomprensible Sanctity A filthy loathsom Sinner I Unfit to raise my sinful Eyes to Thee But Thou Great God couldst condescend to Me. Lo Thou canst in a Wretch delight A Beggar to a plenteous Feast invite thou 'dst have me banquet on Celestial Food On Bread of Angels and Divinely Good Thou Lord wouldst be That Bread to Me That Bread of Life which from above descends And Life and Vigour thro a fainting World extends See! see my Soul whence such bright Loves can shine And Condescensions all divine What Thanks what Praise are to thy Saviour due How should thy Service as his Name be true How salutary Lord how kind In this we all thy mighty Counsels find The Food all costly and the Banquet sweet Where we by Faith our great Redeemer meet Thy powerful Cares Thy Truth declares Thy Words from Nothing sprung the World of old In less than Nothing now eternal Truths unfold My Lord my God Great God and Man that Thou Shouldst tow'rd a wretched Creature bow That thou thy self in Bread and Wine shouldst give In true Believers humble Hearts to live What Sense such Wonders can pursue So True so Strange yet not so Strange as True Thou Lord of All who hadst no need of Me Yet by a Sacrament my Guest wouldst be Lord keep my Heart O ne'r depart Till I by thy effectual Influence find A Body spotless pure to lodg a peaceful Mind It 's thy Appointment Lord design'd by Thee To celebrate thy Memory O may I oft thy Merits here record O may I oft here meet my
Thy Longings nothing could on Earth suffice Should'st thou but miss thy Maker there Thro Me alone in Price thy Blessings rise I all the noblest Gifts endear And canst thou dream large Hecatombs Should satisfy what God requires Think'st Thou I feed on what consumes With noisom Stench and in material Fires No I thy Self Dear Soul thy All command Give then O give thy Self to Me I leave my Body in thy faithful Hand I offer'd all my Self for Thee Dearly I 'm sure I purchas'd Thee Give then O give thy Self to Me But give it freely or the Gift will be A poor unworthy Sacrifice If I must only have a Part in Thee No happy Union thence can rise A Free-Will-Offering finds a place With God and to thy Self assures Vast Liberty and wondrous Grace Which none while of himself too fond procures I 've said Vnless a Man his All forsake He 's no Disciple fit for Me And wouldst thou one of my Attendants make From all inferiour Service free Wouldst Thou my blest Disciple be Give then O give thy Self to Me IX Offer unto God Thanksgiving and pay thy Vows unto the Most High Believer WHAT e're this Lower World contains Dear Lord is Thine And since a Free-Will-Offering Favour gains I here to Thee my Self resign Lord with a Heart sincere I freely offer up my Self to Thee My faithful Service and obsequious Fear A Sacrifice of Praise to be When I thy Self Dear Lord receive And round thy Table smiling Angels wait O don't my glorious Hopes deceive But let it be New Life to Me Let Me thy heavenly Grace thy Loves participate My Sins Dear Lord for Love of Thee I sacrifice Those Sins with which from early Infancy I durst offend thy sacred Eyes Lo at thy Altars here I cast them all O let thy burning Love Consume them Lord my sinful Conscience clear And all the Stains of Sin remove That Grace which Sin had lost before That Grace of which my Self my Self bereav'd O to my Soul Dear God restore Smile Lord on Me And let Me be To thy immortal Kiss thy boundless Peace receiv'd I 've sinn'd I 'm lost Lord what shall I For Pardon do I 'll at thy Feet with deep Confession lie And all my Tears for Guilt renew Atone my God for Me To Thee I 'll offer up unceasing Cries I 'll offer up unceasing Prayers to Thee Look down O look with gracious Eyes I hate my Sins I hate them All Lord I repent indeed I mourn and grieve O save Me from a future Fall My Sins pass o're Wash out my Score My Soul with Blood redeem'd with precious Blood relieve I here for Mercy Lord resign My Self to Thee O don't repay those black Deserts of Mine But in thy Goodness deal with Me My fairest Actions here Poor weak alas I offer up to Thee O let 'um grateful in thy Sight appear Adorn'd with Life and Sanctity My Soul for nobler Actions wing And Me a senseless Brute a worthless Slave By thy all-prudent Conduct bring To that blest Place Where well-us'd Grace Shall all the bright Rewards of full Perfection have Lord at thy Feet I humbly lay My just Desire For Friends Relations Benefactors pray And all who my Relief require For them thy Aids dispose From Pains from Dangers from Afflictions free Let them thy dear reviving Smiles disclose And sing their grateful Hymns to Thee Where others Lord have injur'd Me Where I have injur'd others O forgive O let our numerous Failures be All gently past And we at last In mutual Charity and God's Embraces live Lord let our doubtful Hearts be free From Jealousy From Wrath from Malice all those Crimes which we Oft in each others Tempers see And let thy Grace remove What e're Distrust in Christian Souls can raise Or Charity confound or murder Love Or Nature's crasy State betrays Mercy we Mercy Lord implore On needy Souls thy Mercy Lord bestow And Grace from thy unbounded Store Till happy we May live with Thee Where endless Mercy reigns and boundless Pleasures flow X. Not forsaking the Assembling of your selves together as the Manner of some is Christ WOuldst Thou thy Passions utmost Rage command Wouldst Thou against infernal Malice stand More watchful yet and stronger grow Here the Springs of Mercy flow Here I every Grace bestow Here my Servants kindly know Oft at my Altars oft prepar'd appear And oft thou 'lt meet thy mighty Saviour there Hell knows what Strength my Flesh and Blood can give And tries a thousand Means and Ways And all his subtle Art displays To make the doubtful Soul in pinching Hunger live When for my Supper pious Souls are drest They 'r oft by Hell's delusive Wiles distrest He 'll still among my Sons appear Scatter Care and sensless Fear And tho I my self am near Try to make Disturbance there Scorn then his Terrors tho deform'd and foul And let Himself beneath the Burden howl Let neither Sloth nor Coldness ravish Thee Hell's Malice nor imposing Art Enslave or turn thy yielding Heart When it on joyful Wings should fly to feast with Me. He 'll tell Thee Holy Cheat He 'll tell Thee there Thy Preparations should be more severe But Thou hast ne'r confest thy Sin Never let Repentance in Never cleans'd thy self within And wouldst now in vain begin If this be true fly dearest Soul O fly And at my Feet with deep Contrition lie Before my Priest thy Follies humbly lay He bears my sacred Character And his absolving Hands confer True Life on contrite Souls and Comforts cloudless Day Throw off Hell's Poison from thy fainting Soul Sins Burden from thy drooping Conscience roll Fly then dear Soul O fly to Me I 'll thy happy Shelter be Set Thee soon from Bondage free Fly dear Soul O fly to Me Name not to Morrow that 's a tedious Day Now now thy own Internal State survey Don't with some stupid Brutes my Feast forbear Lest They more firmly ty'd should be To save themselves and honour Me But let those Vows renew'd my sacred Feast endear How low's their Love's and their Devotion 's Tide Who can so soon from their Engagements slide How dear how truly welcom 's He Who preserves his Conscience free Lives in Faith and Purity And is always fit for Me Sometimes thy Soul 's touch'd with an awful Fear Or may for some important Cause forbear But if encroaching Sloth thy Heart detain O shake it quickly off and I Will to thy fervent Bosom fly And thou shalt Loves renew'd and glowing Fervours gain If justly absent let thy chearful Will Thy eager Thoughts approach my Altars still Live so adorn'd with Innocence Lively Faith and heavenly Sense As may leave Thee no pretence With Attendance to dispense But when the Son of God assum'd the Man When his dear bloody Death thy Life began When He shook off Death's Chains and climb'd the Skies When He the glorious Spirit sent New Loves for Loves renew'd present And let Devotion 's Flames with
greater Brightness rise But He who waits for none but Festivals Between them oft to Sin remisly falls Then happy 's He and truly wise Who by constant Exercise Can to such a temper rise Duty can't his Heart surprize Come then but Antient Prudent Rules obey Abhor the busy Fools fantastick Way Break not the Churches Peace but wisely wave Thy whymsied Schemes for Publick Good Who cuts the Banks le ts in a boundless Flood Nor can the frighted Boor his drowning Pastures save XI Search the Scriptures Lord evermore give us this Bread Believer DEarest Jesus kindest Lord What Sweets that happy Soul may taste Who feeds with Thee at thy immortal Board That Board where Sinners only fast Where Thou thy Self art All Meat Drink Inviter Waiter Principal More lov'd by faithful Souls and more desir'd Than all those glittering Toys by carnal Fools admir'd Ah! how pleasant Lord and sweet Should Tears of Holy Sorrow be How should I love to wash thy sacred Feet And prove a Magdalen to Thee But where 's that flagrant Mind Where can I Sorrow's Holy Fountains find My Heart should fall in Tears in Flames should rise Since Thou art here indeed and seen by faithful Eyes Lord my sinful dazling Sight Can't thy full Beams of Glory bear Nor could the World subsist should all the Light Of thy Majestic Brows appear It 's wondrous Goodness all That God beneath my Cognizance should fall That I should him in holy Signs adore Before whose Servile Form bright Angels bow'd before O may I contented prove To live and walk in Faith's pure Light Till that Eternal Day shall dawn above And Shades and Figures take their flight When that great Day mail shine Then glorious Saints shall bask in Beams Divine View all the Godhead's dark Abyss and see That Word made Flesh of old engulph Eternity When I read those Wonders o're Scarce inward Joys can please my Mind I scorn what e're I saw or heard before Till I thy glorious Face can find O witness Lord for Me No Comfort I no Rest can find but Thee And since thy Face no Mortal Eyes can view Let me that future Bliss with Patient Love pursue Thus the Saints enthron'd with Thee Th' Effects of Faith and Patience found My Faith My Hope 's the same O may I be By Faith with equal Glories crown'd By their Examples I Soar with an active Faith to reach the Sky My Rules my Comforts Lord thy Scriptures are And my declining Hopes thy Flesh and Blood repair Life a wretched Load would be If we no Light no Food could meet But Lord thou mak'st thy Flesh a Feast for me Thy Word a Lamp to guide my feet Oh these I sweetly live Light to my Soul thy sacred Writings give And When I at thy Altars Lord appear I find the Bread of Life the great Elixir there These th' Exchequer-Tables are Where all the Churches Treasure lies To This pure Souls for Holy Food repair To That to clear their Cloudy Eyes That thro Faith's perfect Ways And thro the Vail to th' holiest Place conveys Blest be my Jesus Light of endless Light Whole Servants wandring Souls to Wisdom's Springs invite Blest O blest be thy great Name Dear Maker dear Redeemer who Couldst Love immense to sinking Worlds proclaim Yet not a Paschal Figure show But wouldst thy Self appear Expose thy Flesh the faithful Heart to chear Pour Healthful Sweets into the saving Bowl While joyful Angels wait around the thirsty Soul O how glorious is the Seat By Thee to happy Priests assign'd Who still when they thy awful Words repeat Thy Efficacious Presence find And daily feast on Thee How clean their Hands how pure their Hearts should be Good Works should their untainted Hands employ Their Lips be Love's sweet Springs their Hearts the Thrones of Joy Thus to Priests their Lord declares I 'm all Essential Holiness O Ye who wait on my Divine Affairs The same accepted Grace express O with a single Eye With Modest Looks approach the Mystery Your Hands unspotted to those Altars raise Where God at Your Request his wondrous Love displays O may We to Priesthood rais'd Thy Gracious Influences find For Holy Lives and pure Devotions prais'd And to internal Peace refin'd And tho our Lives may fail O let our Tears above our Crimes prevail While We with humbler Souls and warmer Love In all thy sacred Ways with swift Obedience move XII He who Eats and Drinks unworthily Eats and Drinks his own Damnation Christ I Love the Pure and Holiness bestow I love within a well-purg'd Heart to rest Up then my kind Approaches know Know who designs to be thy glorious Guest A rise thy noblest Room prepare Let it be furnish'd well and large and fair I with a glorious Train design To eat the Paschal Lamb with Thee And can thy Heart embrace a Guest Divine Who would a constant Inmate be Purge then that Old fermenting Poison well And let no Darling Sin within thy Bosom dwell Cast off the Follies of a sinful Age And all the vicious modish Rout exclude Thy Sins with bitter Tears engage And fly O fly the Godless Multitude The Lover when his Mistress come With costly Arras hangs his fairest Rooms And hopes his nice expensive Care May to her Eyes his Flames declare But know shouldst thou a thousand Years enjoy And all thy busy Thoughts employ The Preparation of a thousand Years To what my Justice claims a small Proportion bears Thou 'lt feed before Me but the Privilege Not thy Deserts but Grace and Mercy gave Nor would a starving Slave alledg Desert should He a rich Man's Bounty crave And at his Table feasted He Could but submissive there and thankful be Come then Dear Soul but not of Course Approach but not compelled by Force O come with holy Love and awful Fear And at my Marriage-Feast appear I call Thee I invite Thee freely I At thy submiss approach will all thy Wants supply Praise God when I Devotion 's Grace bestow Praise not thy Merits but my Mercy praise If thy Devotions colder grow Thy Prayers thy Sighs importunately raise Cease not thy Prayers and Tears till I With rilling Grace thy thirsty Soul supply Thou need'st Me I 've no want of Thee Nor can thy Knees advantage Me I come to better thy Defective Mind Thou com'st a Smiling God to find thou 'dst fain be One with Me thy Grace renew And with reviving Flames a hoiler Life pursue Don't then my offer'd Grace my Favours slight But thy poor Heart with utmost Pains prepare Him whom thy Soul adores invite And grasp and hold Him with a faithful Care But ne're in Preparations rest Nor when the Feast is past unguard thy Breast Be careful when the Banquet 's o're As when a Guest design'd before He toils as much who would his Post maintain As He who Wealth at first would gain The Heart still kept will but prepare it more And add new Floods of Grace to those imbib'd before What can