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A61073	Prison-pietie, or, Meditations divine and moral digested into poetical heads, on mixt and various subjects : whereunto is added a panegyrick to the right reverend, and most nobly descended, Henry Lord Bishop of London / by Samuel Speed ...	Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1677 (1677)	Wing S4902; ESTC R1711	99,936	245

But above all prepare thy heart Whilst now 't is called day In humble duty bear thy part To sing to love and pray Glory to thee Eternal Lord Thrice blessed three in one Thy Name at all times be ador'd Till time it self be done ¶ Of God HE is the Author of the Worlds Creation Foundation The great and mighty Judge of mans Salvation Damnation The glorious Lord and only God Above Of Love That both to men and Angels is A God A Rod. He did the World create and by his hand Or word Foundations laid of Sea and Land Can save or damn as he doth best approve Will be our God or Rod as we shall love Thou that canst hold the Winds within thy fist Have mercy on us oh thou God in Christ. ¶ Of Christ. HE it is that gives us Peace Increase He to poor Souls cries I 'm your Jesu IESU He it is that is our Good Food The Saints with him do trust their Treasure Pleasure He it is can end our Life Strife He it is that gives us Breath Death He is to us a Judge and King Sting He is our Peace Increase our J●…u and An Ease to those that wait on his Command Our Good our Food our Treasure and our Joy Our Life to see no Strife shall us annoy He gives us Breath can give us Death as King And un●…o death he is become a Sting He punish can or help us in our thrall For Christ is God's and God is all in all Wouldst farther know what God is silly Elf Go study first to be a God thy self ¶ God is Love GIve praise unto the Lord above Omit no thanks that thou canst move Dost thou not know that God is love In Word and Deed make him thy aim So shall thy Soul be free from blame Let his Commandments be in ure Obedience cannot be a clod Vs he hath spar'd and doth endure Ev'n still such is the love of God ¶ The Remembrance ANd now my Soul canst thou forget That thy whole life is one long debt Of Love to him who on the Tree Paid back the flesh he took for thee Lo how the streams of pretious blood Flow from five wounds into one flood With these he washes all thy stains And buys thy Ease with his own Pains Tall Tree of Life we clearly now That doubt of former ages know It was thy wood should make a Throne Fit for a more than Solomon Large Throne of Love royally spread With Purple of too rich a red Strange costly price thus to make good Thine own esteem with the Kings blood Hail fairest Plant of Paradise To thee our hopes lift up their eyes O may aloft thy branches shoot And fill the Nations with thy fruit O may all reap from thy increase The Just more strength the Sinner peace While our half-wither'd hearts and we Engraft our selves and grow on thee Live O for ever live and reign Bless'd Lamb whom thine own love hath slain And may thy lost Sheep live to be True lovers of thy Cross and thee ¶ Of Death 1 Cor. ch 15. v. 55 56. O Death where is thy sting The sting of death is sin O. Death forbear I yet must live Stay Death till God your Warrant give And then where you see best this heart Most willing is to seel your Dart. But Lord O let thy servants breath Preserv'd be from the sting of Death ¶ Of Grief THe tears come slowly Lord my sins remain O sting my shallow fords and make them rain Rivers of waters or if so thou please Send daring death my sorrows to decrease My grief is great 't is time to rise or fall Then cleanse me Lord from sin and ease my thrall That I may say O death where is thy sting And tell the world The sting of death is sin ¶ A Christian and Death A Dialogue Chr. COme valiant Death and welcome do thy worst Shew me the power thou claimst as being King Dea. Poor mortal know alas thou art but dust And I the Sexton that thy Knell must ring Chr. Away lean half-starv'd wretch go daunt a sool Think not to fright me with Thy glass is run Dea. Thou art my Scholar therefore come to School Delays but waste that time which might be gone Chr. Thou seemst a Student for thou lookst so poor That Famine in thy face I plainly read Dea. Come silly wretch you word it must no more See here 's thy Glass thy Doom and thou art dead Chr. Then boldly strike thou dost the body kill My Soul shall wait upon its Master's will Dea. Lie there proud dust all flesh is born to die Chr. This is the Road unto Eternitie ¶ The Altar A broken ALTAR Lord to thee I raise Made of a Heart to celebrate thy praise Thou that the onely Workman art That canst cement a broken heart For such is mine O make it thine Take out the Sin That 's hid therein Though it be Stone Make it to groan That so the same May praise thy Name Melt it O Lord I thee desire With Flames from thy Coelestial fire That it may ever speak thy Praise alone Since thou hast changed into Flesh a Stone ¶ Death Man and Grave A Dialogue Death COme down proud Lust. Man To what to Dust Grav I that you must and shall Man Thou thing of bones Grav That fetcheth groans Death From very stones and all Man From Dust I came Grav Thou must again Death Sin is thy bain and thrall Man That 's thee away Death With mortal Clay Grav Why do you stay you must Death Come leave your groans Man To go with bones Grav You must go once poor dust Death Nay do not frown Man Away rude Clown Death I 'll strike thee down proud lust Man Then I submit forbear your storms Seeing I must return a Guest To my Acquaintance old the worms Farewel fond World I 'll take my rest Grav I have a Charm will make you sleep And all you have you here may trust For Watchmen not a few I keep The harmless Worms that are so just With care they do befriend him That cometh here within this path Thus man one world of servants hath And when he on his Death-bed lies Another doth attend him ¶ Nature's Delight HArk my Soul how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King Each a double tribute pays Sings its part and then obeys Natures chief and sweetest quire Him with chearful notes admire Chanting every day their Lauds Whilst the Grove their song applauds Though their Voices lower be Streams have too their melody Night and day they warbling run Never pause but still sing on All the flowers that gild the Spring Hither their sweet musick bring If Heaven bless them thankful they Smell more sweet and look more gay Only we can scarce afford Due thanksgivings to our Lord. We on whom his bounty flowes All things give and nothing owes Wake for shame my sluggish heart Wake and gladly sing thy part Learn

will rectifie my course Grant me that Grace which breedeth true remorse ¶ On Life and Death THe life I live on Earth uncertain is Being attended with a certain death Which will produce eternal Bane or Bliss Waiting the expiration of my breath It doth behove me then to have a care How I my short and pretious time do spend Left I through sin be trapt in Satan's snare Griefs then beginning when my life doth end Lord grant as Life and Death do here begin My Life may be to grace my Death to sin ¶ The 〈◊〉 AWay fond Youth Vertue is hid in Truth Your Vanities can no contentment bring Alas give o're Thy pleasure 's but a sore Honey at first but in the end a Sting Seek not in vain So to augment thy pain Such is thy grief that nothing surer is Fond Youth give ore Woo not a festring sore When thou hast found thou 'lt wish that thou didst miss Love not this world but minde the things above In seeking so thou shalt finde love for love ¶ The Steward IT is not much I have yet I have more Than some that live more splendidly than I. Although I am not rich I am not poor But have enough to vanquish penury All that I have is lent me and I must Give an account to God how I do use it Or if I hide it up and let it rust Or by miss spending wastfully abuse it It had been better I had poorer been Than ti'd a slave in chains of gold to sin Lord grant my Talent so on me bestown May be employ'd as thine and not mine own ¶ The Coelestial Painter O Thou most holy God of Bliss Who paintst the Heaven's centre cleer In burning brightness fair address With goodly lights as doth appear Who on the fourth day didst ordain The fiery circle of the Sun And for the Moon an order set And Stars their wandring course to run That thou might'st give the Nights and days Divided bounds to keep them in As an allured mark to know How duly all the Months begin Illuminate the heart of man Wipe out the soulness of the minde Cast down the heaps of our misdeeds The bands of guilt do thou unbinde Grant this O holy Father most And eke the Son equal to thee Together with the Holy Ghost That reigns in all Eternity ¶ The Holy Innocents HAil you sweet and building flowers Whom when you life began to taste The enemy of Christ devours As whirlwinds down young Roses cast First Sacrifice to Christ you went Of offered Lambs a tender sort With Palms and Crowns you innocent Before the sacred Altar port Glory O Lord be given to thee Whom the unspotted Virgin bore All glory to the Trinitie From all both now and evermore ¶ To the Divine Creator O God which diddest man create And hast alone all things assign'd The Earth to bring forth savage Beasts And creeping things each in their kind Great bodied Creatures are ordain'd By thy great Word and Will to live In times and seasons man to serve To whom they all subjection give Put from thy servants far away What to uncleanness may allude It self in manners to suggest Or in our actions to intrude Give us the recompence of jovs And yield to us thy graces free In sunder break the bands of strife Confirm the bands of Unity ¶ The New Birth A Multitude of Creatures do agree To give their Documents to wretched man As Emblems and Examples whereby he May learn to write himself a Christian. The Eagle casts her bill the Ass his hair The Peacoak 〈◊〉 is plumes the Snake his skin And shall not Man a Creature far more fair Renew himself by shaking off his fin Old fins retain'd do fester as they lie To the new man belongs felicity He that would clear himself from worldly stain To sin must die to life be born again Die to the flesh and if you would inherit Eternal life be born then of the Spirit This is the Birth a Christian should prefer For being born of God he cannot err Lord let thy Grace my idle thoughts subdue That I may change the Old man for the New ¶ Degrees of Love IF I a Creature love it may not know The Channel whence my flood of Love doth flow But God knows all mens hearts and will approve Of love to him for God himself is Love If I a Creature love it no regard May have to make amends God doth reward But when my kinde affections do intrude The Creature answers with ingratitude If I a Creature love that Creature may Be captious peevish making me its prey The love of God exceeds the love of men For loving him I 've love for love agen A humour too may make a Creature fly me But loving God I have him always by me If I a Creature love that very thing On which I dote may prove to me a sting But to love God brings comfort joy and ease For he 's the everlasting Prince of Peace If I a Creature love my care must be For that but God will Angels charge with me If I a Creature love my hearts desire Is all inflam'd but with Terrestrial fire But loving God my Soul and Senses feel The holy flames of a Coelestial Zeal If I a Creature love for face parts limb That moves God dwells in me and I in him If I a Creature love it doth not know All my affairs God knows whate're I do If I a Creature love it doth deceive me If I love God he 's ready to relieve me If I a Creature love much pain and grief Attend but loving God I finde relief If I a Creature love we both must die But God gives life to all eternitie If I a Creature love I oft behold Those slights and faults which make my love grow co'd But if on God I firmly fix my love The love of God doth make my love improve He is so good so noble rich sweet fair Mighty and wise so exquisitly rare I 'll court his love as he hath taught with Prayer ¶ Bad at Best MY Practice gives the lye to my Profession I give too large a rein unto my Will I do not grieve enough for my Transgression But do delight in contemplating ill I wish for Heav'n but tread the path of Hell I love the day but more the deeds o' th' night Little I have yet that I use not well I covet much but covet not aright Good deeds ill done run clearly 'gainst the byas Wishes and words are winds our deeds must try us My ways are evil sin doth too much attend them Open mine eyes O Lord and I shall mend them Time's Travel THe uberous womb of Time since its creation Innumerable issues hath brought forth Of strange and of prodigious generation And glorious things of beauty and of worth It 's never barren but is ever breeding Unwonted forms and various shapes of things It was it is and will through time succeeding Continue

eyes With God and Angels each one take his place To judge the World and try the finners Case Arise ye cursed naked Souls and take Your standing before God and Angels quake At the Tribunal great from whence shall come Your fearful final and your fatal Doom Lord the first voices let me hear with fear That the last voice I may not fear to hear ¶ On Beauty HAve you not heard o' th' bloody Siege of Troy Of Hellens beauty how it did destroy The lustre of her Beauty did decay And she was but a glorious heap of Clay Or have you read of Jacob how he serv'd Full fourteen years for Rachel never swerv'd From his affections She his hearts delight Was amiable and lovely in his fight Thus we adove those whom we think excel In Beauty though a painted Jezebel If these deserve so much then what doth he That made these Beauties he whose Majestie Is altogether lovely doth surpass The glories of an indigested Mass. The Beauty of the whole Creation is As dross to him for the Creation's his Be not discourag'd oh my Soul but place Thy firm affections on thy Saviour's face Though Enemies may watch for thy defaults Christ can secure thee from their fierce assaults Let him be beautiful within thine eye And thou shalt live although thou seemst to die Be not dsheartned oh my Soul for though Rules may be strict and Duties hard yet know They are as 〈◊〉 'gainst the worst disaster Heaven 's thy Wages Christ himself thy Master Lord let my heart thy Beauty understand No difficulty then shall reach my hand ¶ On Knowledge THis precious Jewel Knowledge may compare To those the Israelites of old did wear For if our Knowledge be improv'd but half Of that I ke them we but erect a Calf Their Gold was precious all that while commodious But in an Idol cast it then grew odious So the pure Wit of man well understood Was in the days of Innocencie good But when corruption seizes on his age He becomes vicious that before was sage Or it resembles an untilled field That barren lies and nothing else doth yield But Brambles Thorns unnecessary Weeds Till Grace manures it with its growing seeds The best of Minerals their poysons have Until extracted Flowers sweet and brave Their faeces do possess till art and skill By separation takes away the ill So the best Wits have folly until Grace Plucks up its roots and groweth in the place In things that do spiritually relate The Understanding when it 's tried by weight Will like 〈◊〉 much too light be found Lighter than Vanity or Verbal sound Then let not wise men glory in their parts But hoard their Wisdome in unspotted hearts For 't is a Jewel of an unknown price 'Bove that of Rubies or of mans device For he that getteth wisdom loves his Soul Dare oppose dangers feareth no controul It excels Folly as a glorious Star And better is than weapons us'd in War 'T is profitable to instruct direct Teacheth the Ignorant be circumspect Wherefore if any one do Wisdom lack Ask of the Lord for he will not be slack It is the gift of God and he alone Can Wisdom fix within a heart of stone Why are we dayly by our sins decoy'd For want of Knowledge people are destroy'd With Knowledge put on practice Satan's brood Have Knowledge but it does more harm thad good To Appreher sive Knowledge must conjoyn Affective Knowledge if those two combine They give a Christian courage No retreat Is needful when a Saint is arm'd compleat When as God's holy Spirit takes in hand To teach the Scholar soon doth understand To a good Soul nothing's of higher prize Than is the knowledge of deep mysteries Austin of God desir'd no worldly pelf But only to know God and know himself Knowledge and Love must both accord for why Knowledge puffs up but Love doth edifie Foolish were they that Knowledge did despise Because it puffeth up Rather than wise They were resolv'd continue ignorant And humble Pride and Arrogance to want Knowledge puffs up but Grace gives an allay For Knowledge can command and can obey But those were like Democritus half wise To shun Uncleanness pluck'd out both his eyes Though Knowledge nimbly on our Senses dance It 's greatest part 's the least of Ignorance Yet we are apt to think though can't discern't That we know all that can by man be learnt As in the host of Alcibiades All would be Leaders none Commanders please And Epicurus spoke but as a youth Boasting he was the first discover'd Truth For he in many things exprest his minde Not as a man but as a Beetle blinde Aratus the Astrologer did vent His brags he knew all Stars i' th' Firmament Laurentius Valla gloried there was none Writ Logick worth the reading but his own Nestorius the Heretick could boast That he alone on the European coast Did understand the Scriptures when he came The World awakned was with his great name Well saith th'Apostle and 't is truly so Man knoweth nothing as he ought to know ¶ On Magnanimity CAesar spoke proudly when he boldly said In midst a storm Pilot be not afraid The angry Surges know not what they do Thou carriest Caesar and his fortunes too The Cannibals as History doth tell Are for their courage thought invincible Rather than seem to fear remissly flie Or sue for life they bravely choose to die In Alexander's last and fatal fight He shew'd his Courage was his chief delight By boasting 't was his glory and his pride At once the Power of Persia to divide Mahomet the Persian Sultan overthrown His Passion was to such a fury grown He in revenge perhaps more mad than wise Caus'd his chief Captains ten to loose their eyes So to prevent their overthrow agen And threatned female habits for his men Lacedemonians were wont to cry It was a shame for any man to fly In time of danger but a cursed fate Lacedemonians should deliberate And Socrates Criton's advice did slight When by him wish'd to make a private flight Salisbury's noble Earl whenas he found The Sultans Army had inclos'd him round And he advis'd to fly answer'd in scorn Heavens forbid I should for that be born Or any of my Father's Blood or Race Should fear a Sarasin for force or face Much less then should a Christian fear whose eye Should fix on Christ who did for Christians die Bravely resolv'd it was of blessed Paul After Conversion his aspiring fall I ready am not only to proclaim But to be bound and die for Jesus Name Who sails with Christ fears neither Rock nor Sand Christians through storms must reach the promis'd Land ¶ On Ingratitude LOrd what a danger lately I escap'd Torrents of Terrours just before me gap'd Upon the brink I was yet scaped free They are well kept O Lord are kept by thee Surely thy meaning only was to fright As an advice that I might shun a smite Thus thy great

with sin then bursts and dies Then O my Soul That thou may'st thrive Fix thus to live Serve God and love thy Neighbour not for gains Self-service will but cheat thee for thy pains Consider well Thou canst not buy Eternity But pious Pray'rs and Tears must be thy cost For Heav'n is not so soon obtain'd as lost Prepare thy heart For that 's the room Where God must come Then mind not things that are but transitory But entertain thy God the King of Glory He when he comes Will be thy Guest Himself the Feast Of Earth no expectation thou canst have But live a sinner to become a slave ¶ On the worth of Wealth THe good that is in Riches doth consist In the right use thereof for if we list To shew it in its lustre and its worth It must be us'd like Ointment poured forth The womans box if it had not been broke Its vertue like the dumb had never spoke So hoarded Wealth that hath much labour cost By being so recluse its worth is lost The sweet refreshments of those glittering Embers Insuse a heat in Christ's distressed Members He that is covetous may justly write On rusty heaps This ore corrupts my sight They breed but Care and are for nothing good Might cloath the Naked finde the Hungry food Chrysostome well observes he is not rich That lays up much He is more happy which Doth much lay out but not in ways prosuse It 's all one not to have and not to use He that relieves the Poor with what he hath Makes for himself a purging healing Bath He that bath pity on the poor doth lend Unto the Lord and God's our firmest friend ¶ On Formal duty TRadition doth of Ovid thus relate His Father with him holding strict debate On Poetry commanded him rehearse The profits not the pleasures of a Verse By words as well as srowns did plainly threat Ovid when thus in danger to be beat Beg'd mercy of his Father for his Crime But in his begging made this warbling Rhyme Father on me pity take Verses I no more will make How many promises Lord do I gather When I in Prayer petition thee my Father I promise to forsake all sinful snares And yet I sin even when I say my Prayers The weakness of my Prayer time being spilt In vain serves only to increase my guilt For when at Prayers I seem to wish them past As Jews the Pass-over did eat in hast Bodily-motion is the cause of heat But in Devotion we should sigh not sweat ¶ Advice to Prisoners A Prison is a Cage of certain Cares Whose Birds sing tunes of Discords and Despairs So sares it in this fickle World Man's like a Foot-ball toss'd and hurl'd Even the Poor and honest Prisoners lie Like silver Swans to sing their last and die But what 's a Prison when the Soul is free A Jayl is but the World's Epitome There ye contemplate how to lie I'th'Grave before ye come to die Whilst others heaping up their stores of Pelf Have no more land when dead than you your self Consider there are thousands are so low That they 'd be glad to be as ye are now Your want of Liberty's a Rod To scourge you neerer to your God Thus Providence to Prisoners is most kinde Their eyes to open leaving others blinde What 's your Confinement but a certain Rule That leads to Happiness Afflictions School To know no sorrow is no more Than to be equal with a Boar. A Prison is an honourable Jayl When a cleer Conscience is the Pris'ners Bayl. Let Reason be your Vertue and your Guide Impatience will but make your Wounds more wide If any be afflicted pray It is to sorrows an allay Is any merry let this be his Psalm Strike harder Fate for every Bruise is Balm Since by misfortunes it is so decreed That ye should all things but a Prison need Grieve not at sorrows come to day To morrow they may pass away To be dejected is but to deprive Your selves of finding out a means to thrive If you 're despised pity those poor Elves That laugh at you before they know themselves You have paid dear to know your Doom To morrow theirs perhaps may come He that can glory in his large Estate Is but a subject as your self to Fate Happy 's that Pris'ner that can live above The reach of Malice or intrigues of Love There 's no light object to pervert The candour of an upright heart Those Iron-bars that do your bodies hold Are far less burthensom than Chains of Gold Where Care will help there have a careful heart Where Care will not ne're act a foolish part For all the help that Care can do Is but to make one Sorrow two Pine not with Care but modestly be jolly To be more wretched than ye need is folly ¶ On Vain-glory. IN his devotions unto God the Lord He gives no Alms unless upon Record And if his good deed happens to appear 'T is often sent to the Almighty's ear Pharisee-like Behold Lord all my store Half of the whole I give unto the Poor Twice in the week I fast and do bestow My Alms on those whom I deserving know If an ill fortune doth molest his minde He 's apt to think God shews himself unkinde As if it were decreed he should inherit Heaven therefore upbraids God with his merit He can fulfil Commandements to try An earning God with superfluity In pious bounties lies upon the lurch And writes them in the windows of the Church Bare heads in concourse of a publick street Tickles his fancy more than doth his meat Stands at his door taking his Fork from sheath And though his stomach 's empty picks his teeth And when abroad he 's first that doth begin To call for Pheasants at a common Inne Cheapens rich Jewels slighting those are worse Although he hath no Earnest in his purse He 's ever on the stage to shew his Art And when abroad still acts a glorious part Thinks all men view the Vertues of his mind When he 's indeed a Bladder full of wind Skin full of words unnecessary tool The Fool 's great Idol and the Wise man's Fool. He that is truly wise is silent found The emptiness of knowledge makes a sound ¶ On Peace I Sought for Peace but could not finde I sought it in the City But they were of another minde The more 's the pity I sought for Peace of Country swain But yet I could not finde So I returning home again Left Peace behinde Sweet Peace where dost thou dwell said I Methought a voice was given Peace dwelt not here long since did fly To God in Heaven Thought I this Eccho is but vain To folly 't is of Kin Anon I heard it tell me plain 'T was kill'd by sin Then I believ'd the former voice And rested well content Lay down and slept rose did rejoyce And then to Heaven went There I inquir'd for Peace and found it true An Heav'nly Plant

In Winter judge how leaveless then it stood But I confirm it when I see the Bud. In Thomas 't was a fault To hault In waving Faith until His will Was satisfied but 't would a madness been So to continue having felt and seen Belief it may indeed Exceed The strength of Reason yet Doth let No opposition in Faith likewise will suspence 'T will get above but not against the Sense Whilst Faith assures I eat My sweet Redeemer with direct Effect Sense cannot so in ignorance allure me As that I cat not bread but will assure me Although I see not all that I believe Yet those things that I see I must believe Christians must guard their mouths and watch their actions Be pure in heart and keep their faiths from factions ¶ On Christ's Nativity expected WHen blessed Lord shall we Our safe Salvation see Dear Lord arise For our saint eyes Have long'd all night and 't was a long night too Poor man could never say He saw more than a day One day of Edeu's seven The guilty hours were blasted with the breath Of sin and death And have e're since worn a Nocturnal hue But in thy birth is hopes that we At length a splendid day shall see Wherein each poor neglected place Grac'd with the Aspect of thy face Shall glister like the porch and gate of Heav'n How long bless'd Lord how long The Nations thirst and throng All humane kinde Are now combinde Into one body wanting thee their Head Large is our multitude And almost vile and rude Headless Great God for lack of thee Unhappy for the want of thy bless'd face Then come apace And thy bright self to our dull body wed That thorough thy Almighty power Each part that hath confusion wore May order take so to appear Fresh as the dawning of the year When thou dear Lord shalt so united be ¶ The Call COme away my Lord my Life Thy presence doth preserve from strife Come away my Lord my Way Thy presence 〈◊〉 to obey Come away my Lord my Truth Thy presence turneth Age to Youth Come away my Lord my Light Thou dost both Sin and Satan fright Come away my Lord my Feast That my poor Soul may be thy Guest Come away my Lord my Strength By thee my days have health and length Come away my holy Joy Guard my Rejoycings from annoy Come away my dearest Love Lord let my Call thy presence move Come away Divinest Lamb My sins deface that seek to damn Come my Shepherd come away Thy Flock in danger are to stray Come my Safeguard and my Shield In Fights assist me lest I yield Come away Lord hear my Call Make no stay Thou All in All. ¶ The Extasie SUch a Lord and such a Life Whose presence bringe h Pleasures rise Such a way as leads to Bliss Who walks therein can't walk amiss Such a Truth whose Ray defies The Father and the Prince of Lyes Such a Light as leads us to Eternal Comforts not a few Such a Feast as doth rejoyce Compounded of the best and choice Such a Strength as doth desend Not for a day but to the end Such a Joy that giveth store Of Pleasures lasting evermore Such a Love as heard my cry Though sin made me his enemy Such a Lamb whose sweet abode Makes ev'ry Saint a Lamb of God Such a Shepherd of his Sheep There 's none can stray whom he doth keep Shuch a 〈◊〉 and such a Sun Desends 〈◊〉 shines till all is won Open my heart and such a God receive He 's All in All to them that do believe Delights of the Minde JEsus the only thought of thee Fills with delight my memorie But when thou dost thy presence show Heav'n seems into my breast to flow No Theam so sweet for voice can be Nor to the ear such harmonie No heart can thoughts for charming frame As Jesus his most pretious Name Jesus when for our sins we grieve Thy mercies all our wants relieve If good to those that seek thy Grace What art thou when they see thy face Jesus in whom we comsort finde Fountain of Life Light of the Minde Thou dost our hearts with comforts feed Our utmost wish thy gifts exceed No Eloquence of Tongue can teach Nor art of Pen this secret reach Only th'experienc'd Soul does prove What sweets they taste who Jesus love Him then I 'll seek retir'd apart Shutting the world out of my heart And midst my business him I 'll strive With fresh pursuit still to retrive Early with Magdalen I 'll come A Pilgrim to my Saviour's Tomb Weeping my sins in mournful cries I 'll seek him with my minde not eyes My Tears shall on his Grave distill And faithful Sighs the Garden fill Prostrate before him on my face His sacred feet I 'll fast embrace Jesus in thy bless'd steps I 'll tread Striving to follow where they lead Nor shall my Soul give o're to mourn Till to thy favour I return O Jesus most admired King Who didst triumph o'r deaths sharp sting Thy mystick sweetness first excites Then satisfies all appetites Thy quickning visits Life bestow Thy lights true good so cleerly show That they who once have relish'd thee Know all the World 's meer Vanitie Come then dear Lord possess our hearts Enflame our loves with thy chast darts All Clouds of errour drive away And change our N ght to thy bright day To thee our hearts and voices sing To thee our vows and pray'rs we bring That when we end this life 's short racc In Heav'n with thee we may have place ¶ On Death O Death the Serpents Son Where is thy sting once like thy Sire With Hellish torments ever burning fire But those dark days are gone Thy peevish spite buri'd thy sting In the sacred and wide Wound of a Saviour's side Now thou' rt become a tame and harmless thing A toy we scorn to fear For we hear That our triumphant God to conquer thee For the assault thou gav'st him on the Tree Hath took the keys of Hell out of thy hand And forc'd thee stand As Porter to that gate of Life O thou who art the gate be pleas'd that he When we shall die And that way flie May ope the Courts of Heav'n to us through thee ¶ On Judgment JUdge of the World we wretched sinners quake Our Consciences do ake And well they may whenas we think Of the fierce dreadful fire Of thine Ire And Phials thou fhalt make Us sinners drink For thou the Wine-press of thy wrath wilt tread With feet of lead Wretched notorious duft what uncouth place Can shelter from thy face The Earth will shrink out of thy sight The Heavens too that cannot erre Then shall fear Thee and thy Laws and from thee take their flight So burnt with glory their bright eyes shall dead Burst from their head Great God can we Thy Enemies abide to see Such a glorious Majesty We beg thy mercy Lord Thy Judgment-seat We dare not to