followed with a morning joy Hear thou my cry and send relief That tak'st no pleasure to destroy If thou wilt lengthen out my days Their task shall be to sing thy Praise Ejaculat. 31. Lord thou that hoord'st thy Grace for those That love and fear thy sacred Name Redeem me from my conqu'ring Foes And vindicate my trust from shame Give me fair Conquest at the end Till then true courage to attend Ejaculat. 32. Let my confession lanch my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early â—o implore For I am lost till thoâ— art found Then shall my joyful Songs express Thy Praises and my thankfulness Ejaculat. 33. Great Lord of Wonders thou by whom My heart was fram'd and form'd alone From whose high Power all powers come That didst but say and it was done Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy Power and sing thy praise Ejaculat. 34. Lord let the Sun-shine of thy face So clear mine eyes so cleanse my heart That being season'd with thy grace My Soul may taste how sweet thou art O let thy mercy make me just And then my heart shall fear and trust Ejaculat. 35. Lord plead my cause and right my wrong And take my Snarers in their snare O be not from me Lord too long Lest they triumph and I despair Let all my Foes be cloth'd with shame Whil'st I sing praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 36. Fountain of Light and living Breath Whose Mercies never fail nor fade Fill me with life that hath no death Fill me with light that hath no shade Confound the proud in their pretence And let thy wings be my defence Ejaculat. 37. Be thou my Trust my God and I When â—â—â—ners thrive will not repine Or if my wants should want supply I will not fret I will not whine What if their wealth my wants increase They shall have plagues at last I pâ—ace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot â— â—â— pains without and panâ—s within O thou that art the God of Rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make we see How few my days how short their length Incline my heart to trust in thee Remove thy scourge or give me strength I am a Pilgrim hear my cry And send some comfort ere I dye Ejaculat. 40. Lord thou whose Mercies do exceed O fill my language with thy praise Stand thou my Helper at my need Confound the wicked in their ways Be thou my Comfort in my grief And crown my Patience with â—elief Ejaculat. 41. Lord if thy pleasure make me poor Thou wilt bless them that give me bread If thy sick hand hath scourg'd me sore That hand that struck will make my bed Sustain me Lord be thou my Store I shall be neither sick nor poor Ejaculat. 42. My God full tears are all the dyet That feed my sad my drooping brest In my distress in my disquiet Be thou my Stay be thou my Rest Be thou my God in my relief And I will triumph in my grief Ejaculat. 43. Lord right my wrongs and plead my right Against all those that seek my Ill O let thy perfect Truth and Light Conduct me to thy holy Hill Then shall thy Altar make relation Of thy due Praise and my Salvation Ejaculat. 44. Lord our fore-fathers found redress In all their frights in all their fears Wilt thou be dumb to my distress And not my God as well as theirs Redeem my Soul whose loyal knee Ne're bow'd to any God but thee Ejaculat. 45. Great Bridegroom fill thy dearest Spouse With outward glory inward graces May she forget her fathers house And only clinge to thy embraces Affect her heart with Love and Duty And then take pleasure in her Beauty Ejaculat. 46. Lord help me when my griefs do call In my distress O be thou near Then if Earth change or Mountains fall I will not â—aint I will not fear Shew me thy Wonders and inflame My heart to magnifie thy Name Ejaculat. 47. Lord let thy Judgments fill all those That love thy Mount with joy and â—â—rth Confound and crush all Sions Foes Sion the glory of the Earth Let all that love thy Sions glory Recount her State repeat her Story Ejaculat. 48. Lord teach me wisely to contemn All goods that transitory be Let me not stand possest of them If they be not possest in thee If I be wealthy and not wise I live but like a beast that dyes Ejaculat. 49. Lord God of gods before whose Throne Stand fire and storms O what shall we Reâ—ues to Heav'n that is our own When all the world belongs to thee We have no offering to impart But praises and a wounded heart Ejaculat. 50. Lord if thy Mercies purge my heart Concâ—â—â—'d in lust and born in sin Breathe truth into my inward part Renew me a firm spirit within Then let thy goodness not detest The ruines of a broken brest Ejaculat. 51. Let others boast in gold and prize Ev'l more then good and love deceit Thy Mercies Lord are my supplies And on thy Name will I await Lord let thy Mercies still inure My brest to love the thing that 's pure Ejaculat. 52. Lord if thou take away thy hand How all compos'd of fears are we What Arm can save what strength can stand When Man poor man 's forsook by thee Lord keep my Faith in thee unshaken For thou forsak'st not till forsaken Ejaculat. 53. Lord let thy Name secure and free My threat'ned Soul from all my Foes Stand thou with them that stand for me Support all these suppress all those Then shall my Soul division run Upon thy Praise till Time be done Ejaculat. 54. Hearer of Prayers confound my Foes That bruise my tortur'd Soul to dust In man alas there 's no repose Foes have no pity Friends no trust My trust is in thy Word which says They shall not live out half their days Ejaculat. 55. O God the malice of my Foes Encreaseth dayly more and more But Lord thou art my safe repose Thou art my strength thou art my store Be thou my gracious God and then I will not fear the pow'r of men Ejaculat. 56. Be gracious Lord unto my grief For in thy shadow do I trust O send me plentiful relief For thou art merciful and just Then shall my spirits utter forth Twi light Hosanna's to thy worth Ejaculat. 57. Lord keep me from those hearts and tongues That practise mischief from the womb Weigh right to them that weigh us wrongs And let confusion be their doom But let the Just be fill'd with mirth And fear that God that rules the Earth Ejaculat. 58. Lord save me from my Foes make voyd Their Plots and all their Counsels vain For ever let them be destroy'd For in thy hand my hopes remain And I will always spend my days In Hymns of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 59. Lord
though we feel the bitter taste Oâ— thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile O when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voyce and bring My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest Protect all those that strive to sing Thy praises with a cheerful brest Let comfort with our years increase That we may praise thy Name in peace Ejaculat. 61. Lord God from whom all mercy springs Instruct my hopes to wait on thee Teach me what vain and fruitless things The helps of what is earthly be All strength belongs to thee alone 'T is thou my God must help or none Ejaculat. 62. Lord how I long to see thy face That I might spend me in thy praise Thou art my glory in disgrace Sustain my steps direct my ways Thou art my Refuge when opprest With grief my Joy with toyl my Rest Ejaculat. 63. Lord hide me from my bloody Foes For in thy goodness do I trust Protect my sought-for life from those That shoot in secret for the just So then shall I that fear thy Name Have cause of glory they of shame Ejaculat. 64. Thou gracious Hearer of Requests Hide all my sins behind thy merits Showre down thy Spirit into our brests And drop thy grace into our spirits That from our faith rich works may spring And give us cause to shout and sing Ejaculat. 65. Lord if thy flame must needs be felt Let us be purged in that flame Let our rebellious spirits melt Into the Praises of thy Name That we being tutor'd and kept under May fear with love and love with wonder Ejaculat. 66. Lord let thy favour still inflame Our light'ned hearts to walk thy ways That all the World may praise thy Name And all the Earth may sing thy Praise So fructifie our hearts that we May bless thy Name being blest by thee Ejaculat. 67. Lord rise in pow'r within my heart And chase my sins thy Foes and mine Then shall I see thee as thou art In Glory great in Power divine So I more white then Snow shall sing Thy ways and praise my God my King Ejaculat. 68. To that sweet Lamb which did sustain Grief above weight Pain above measure Whose stripes and scoffs and grief and pain Were only purchas'd by our pleasure Be Honor Glory Praises given By Souls on Earth by Saints in Heaven Ejaculat. 69. Let shame be their due recompence That seeke to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord and love thy Name Make haste O God for I do waste My Soul with grief O God make haste Ejaculat. 70. Lord thou that underneath thy wing Didst keep me in and from the womb Assist my age that it may sing Thy praise in ages yet to come Preserve my Soul protect my name Shame be to them that seek my shame Ejaculat. 71. Great Prince of Peace whose Kingdom brings Justice Redemption Power and Peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All Praises Honor Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voyce like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Ayr Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder That hear'st my plaints and grant'st my pray'r Forsake me not but when I stray O let thy Crook reform my way Ejaculat. 73. O thou whose Mercy did begin Before all Time unty'd to Times As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin Be like wise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more then men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly desolate and waste Where thou shouldst rule my lusts controul O Lord relieve O God make haste Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim Eternal Praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 75. Glorious Creator make thy face to shine On this our poor distressed Land Defend and dress thy fading Vine And bless the Man of thy right hand Let thy Free grace inflame our hearts And we will sing thy praise in parts Ejaculat. 76. O God our Song our Strength whose hand Hath broke our bonds and set us free Incline our hearts to thy Command And we will own no God but thee Conduct and feed us as thy Flock And give us honey from thy * Rock Ejaculat. 77. Direct O God the Judges brest Preserve his hands his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guard him from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judg of others judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 78. Lord cast thine eyes upon thy Foes Confound their Troops that are combin'd Against thy Flock which thou hast chose Make them like chaff before the wind Defeat their plots with sudden shame That they may seek Jehovah's Name Ejaculat. 79. Lord teach mine eyes my will my heart To see to choose and to desire Thy beautious Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rays May light my Soul to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 80. O God remit thy Peoples Sin And shew the Sun-shine of thy Face Repress thy fury and begin T' inspire us with thy saving grace That Righteousness and Truth may meet And light our hearts and lead our feet Ejaculat.. 81. Great Spring from whence all mercy flows To them that trust and love thy Name Give me thy strength and then my Foes Shall see thy greatness and their shame Be thou my Way my Truth my Light So shall I live and dye upright Ejaculat. 82. Sion the glory of the Earth And Subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be â—ounded upon thy Foundation Of all delights I wish no other Then to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease â—â—â—e Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprize let friends forsake me Ejaculat. 84. Lord thou whose Mercy fails not those That build their trust upon thy Name Protect my Soul from all my Foes Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim So shall the remnant of my days â—â— crown'd in Peace and thou with Praise Ejaculat. 85. Eternal God before whose Eyes A thousand years seem as a day Direct our hearts and make us wise To use that time we cannot stay Send Joy to our sad hearts and bless Our prosp'rous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousands there Do dayly fall before mâ—ne eyes I will not faint I will not fear Beneath the wings of the most High Let me be guarded Lord by thee Then I 'le not fear nor faint nor flee Ejaculat. 87. Lord purge my Soul that I may learn To read my Fortunes by thy hand Let my instructed Soul discern That worldly bliss is
not thy brand Lord in thy Mercy make me thine I have enough showre thou or shine Ejaculat. 88. Great Monarch of the World disclose Thy Power and make thy Glory known Out-flood the floods of all my Foes And in my heart fix thou thy Throne Plant Holiness within my brest O Lord my Strength O God my Rest Ejaculat. 89. Just God of Vengeance cast an eye Upon my poor afflicted brest O send me help O hear my cry And let thy comforts be my rest Suppress my Foes and set me free That have no Hope no Help but thee Ejaculat. 90. Great God of gods great King of kings From whom by whom we live we be In whom my Soul her triumph sings To whom alone bows every knee Teach me thy way thy will'â— my Feast Thy Crook my Guide thy Fold my Rest Ejaculat. 91. Lord let our Jesus and thy Christ Be all the subject of our mirth Let Satans Power be dismist And let him â—ule and judg the Earth Then then eternal Peace shall be Return'd to us and praise to thee Ejaculat. 92. Great King of Glory who art drest In Clothes of Clouds in Robes of Fire Make evil hateful to my brest Then shall I love thee most intire Then shall my bosom reap that light Which thou hast sown for the upright Ejrculat 93. Great God of Wonders that dost ope The Gate of Life to our glad days And found'st a help beyond all those O give us mouths to give thee praise So guide our ways just Judg that we May joyfully be judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 94. Great God whose Promise is to hear Whose Practise is to pardon Sin Let my Petitions find an ear And cleanse my lep'rous Soul within Thou Lord art holy teach my heart To sing thy Praises as thou art Ejaculat. 95. Eternal Maker grant that we May praise thee with a cheerful heart Guide thou ouâ— waâ—s and let us be â—hâ— shâ—â—p where thou the Shepherd â—â—â— â—â—◠〈◊〉 thy â—â—â—th â—â— always sâ—â—e And thy great Mercy shall endure Ejaculat. 96. Lord teach my heart to walk upright In publique rev'rence private fear Keep thou the humble in thy sight And to the proud be thou severe Then shall thy Saints in triumph show Thy Mercy and thy Justice too Ejaculat. 97. O God how poor a thing is Man Begot in siâ— and born in sorrow Our breath 's a blast our life a Span But here to day and gone to morrow How needful Lord is thy support Our days are bad our time is short Ejaculat. 98. O thou within whose tender brest Full streams of sweet compassion flow Whose Mercies cannot be exprest By Saints above or Men below My Soul shall praise my heart shall bless That goodness 〈…〉 cannot express Ejaculat. 99. Lord every creature writes a Story Of thy full Majesty and Might The contemplâ—tion of whose Glory Shall always be my hearts delight Accept that praise my Soul can give And it shall praise thee while I live Ejaculat. 100. Dear God the Pharaoh of our Souls Afflicts the Isr'el of our hearts Where thou shouldst govern he controuls What thou command'st his power thwarts Confound his strength and let thy hand Conduct us to the promis'd Land Ejaculat. 101. Lord shouldst thou punish every sin Or strike as oft as we offend How quickly would our plagues begin How soon this sinful world would end But Lord thy tender Mercies stand Within the gap and hold thy hand Ejaculat. 102. Lord let thy wonders and thy wayes Inflame my heart my tongue my Pen That Pen and tongue and heart may praise Thy name before the Sons of men Look where I list high low or under I see to learn and learn to wonder Ejaculat. 103. O Lord whose mercies and whose pathes Transcend th' expressions of my tongue Instruct my heart to keep thy Laws And I will praise thee in my song Lend me thy pow'r or strengthen mine And I will crush my Foes and thine Ejaculat. 104. O thou that sit'st in Heaven and seest My deeds without my thoughts within Be thou my Prince be thou my priest Command my soul and cure my sin How bitter my afflictions be I care not so I rise to thee Ejaculat. 105. Lord teach my humble eyes the art To see aright and hands to do Then will I praise thee with my heart In publique and in private too Set thou thy fear in all my ways To make me wise to give thee praise Ejaculat. 106. Lord plant thy fear before mine eyes For in thy fear my Soul is blest Thy Fear 's that Spring from whence arise My Crown my Treasure and my Rest What fear I fearing thee and what Not fearing thee Lord fear I not Ejaculat. 107. Highest of Highests that dost raise The poor and needy from the dung Advance my thoughts to give thee praise And Lord untye my stam'ting tongue So shall my heart and tongue proclaim Rare Halelujahs to thy Name Ejaculat. 108. O God the Mountains and the Seas Confess thee Lord of Sea and Land They quake and tremble if thou please To shew the Power of thy hand So shall my heart when thou think'st good To turn my â—â—int into a flood Ejaculat. 109. Lord teach our loyal hearts to build Their constant hopes upon thy hand Thou art our Help thou art our Shield Wherein our hopes of safety stand Send down thy blessings and then we Will send all Praises up to thee Ejaculat. 110. My God thy Mercies so abound That every minutâ— speaks their story They have no limits have no bound Ours are the comforts thine the glory And what thy Mercy more displays Thou are contented with our Praise Ejaculat. 111. Surpassing Lord whose mercies have surpast The limits of the worlds expression Whose truth continues â—â—â—me and â—â—st To thy elect and their succession To thee perpetuall praise be given By Saints on earth and souls in heav'n Ejaculat. 112. Good God! thy mercy and thy might What heart conceives what tongue can tell Thou fillest my darknesse with thy light And hast redeem'd my soul from hell Thou art my God thou onely art The strength and musick of my heart Ejaculat. 113. O God thy Law 's a field in which The fruitfull seed of life is sown No seed so rare no soil so rich It renders infinite for one O God how fair these fields appear O God what pearls are buried here Ejaculat. 114. Great God whose ever-wakefull eye Doth never slumber never close Teach all my dangers to rely Upon thy help there safe repose Be thou my shade be thou my stay I will not fear by night by day Ejaculat. 115. Lord let the fire of my true zeâ—l Unto thy house for ever flame Where let my thanks and praise reveal The hidden honor of thy name Let Sions glory still encrease And blesse her wâ—lls with plenteous peace Ejaculat. 116. O God to whom my thoughts direct Their constant hopes and hopefull cryes Let not my soul in vain expect For mercy from such gracious
waves Of his desires whilst every blast enslaves His brittle substance fill'd with windy troubles And how can heav'n love such uncoÌ„stant bubbles Man like the froth spew'd from the Oceans brest â—s tyded up and down but knows no rest Nor perpetuity and can betroth It self to nothing Heav'n loves no such froth Man like the wind is every moment flying To every place and hates to be complying Or resting anywhere How can it be That Heav'n can love so much inconstancie Man like a Swallow loves the fragrant Spring Of Earths delights but with a spreading wing Flies from the Winters more congealed brest And how can Heav'n love such a Summer guest Man like a smoak presumptuously aspires Into the air and by and by retires Himself to nothing nothing's his conclusion And how can Heav'n love such a base confusion Man like a fire whose green and scragged fuel Denies to burn until it fight a duel With the inâ—ountâ—ring Bellows which atlast Obtains the conquest then it burns as fast And seems as 't were ambitious to expire Then how can Heav'n love such a raging fire Man like an arrow being once let go Out from the Archers well-commanded bow Affronts the Clouds at last having spent the store Of his small strength fals down and seems tâ—adorâ— Th' inferior Earth which with a welcom hides His down cast head within her wounded sides Where he remains and scorns to be withstood Man can be any thing but what is good And cannot Man be good strange kind of tone What has he wept himself into a stone Like Niobie no sure I fear his eyes Were never loaded with such large supplies Ah could he weep a flood Heav'n that prepares His ears to hear would bottle up his tears In his remembrance every drop should shine Like Pearls absconded in a golden Myne His sins command a deluge could his head Be turn'd into a fountain could he shed An Ocean at a drop it could not cover His sins which are mountanious from the Lover Of real drops for he would soon discry Those sand-excelling crimes where e're they lie Yet would his Soul so much compassionate The flowing sorrows of his waâ—â—â—y state That with a calming hand he would remove His rocky sins and hide them with his Love He would have pity and with speed consent T' express his love when all our tears are spent Should Heav'n who justly may for every sin Drop down a plagne and make it live within Mans guilty Soul the world would quickly be Transform'd and chang'd into a leprosie Let none dispair for Heav'ns known mercies can Out-infinite the greatest sins of man Oh love beyond degree Shall Heav'n indulge Himself to Man and shall not Man divulge A gratefulness to him whose hand prepares To wipe away his sin-polluted cares Ungrateful Miscreant how canst thou view Thy former miseries and not renew Thy thanks to him whose power set thee free And brought thee back from thy captivity Hast thou abandon'd Love Wilt thou imprint Thy Soul with baseness Ah what obvious flint Hath turn'd Affections edg What art thou bent To shoot at him that labours to prevent The arrows of thy ruine which will fly Into thy brest except he puts them by Hast thou transform'd thy heart into a rock That will not move Shall mercy call and knock And thou not hear What hast thou arm'd thy With sensless marble that no flaming dart Of Love can enter Hast thou vow'd to stand heart In opposition Cannot Gods Command Force thee to bow Art thou resolv'd to sport With thy destruction and not yield the Fort Oh yield be times do not resolve to be Too much a slave to Infidelitie For know frail wretch thy streÌ„gth consists in clay When Mercy 's lost then Judgment finds the way Rally thy thoughts together and throw down Thy brazen walls thy yielding yields a Crown For 't is in vain to oppose an arm that can Out-grasp the measure of so small a span Alas Alas it may be quickly seen What a large disproportion is between Thy God and thee Consider he is all And thou art nothing what can be more small Or what more great for he is infinite And thou art finite He is full of light And thou of darkness He is fill'd with Love And thou art stuff'd with baseness He 's a Dove And thou a worm Thus thus thou mayst discry His firmness and thine own infirmity Then be not obstinate but strike the sails Of thy desires to him that never fails And know 't is easie in an inch of time To take a worm ingarrison'd with slime For such a thing thou art and all thy power Must yield to Heav'ns assaults thy April showre Has no continuance therefore do not strive Against a God whose Wisdom can contrive What pleases him Alas thy state is grounded Upon contingencies thou art compounded Of nothing but uncertainties thy arm Assumes no power except it be to harm Thy wilful self Then why wilt thou contend With him that importunes to be thy Friend Thy Friend Soul-saving word what higher Bliss Can crown a heart then such a Friend as this Oh life of Ravishment how can it be A God a worm and yet a sympathie Strange condescention was the like e're known Or spoke by any mouth except his own His balmy breath declares that he will save And succor those that faithfully do crave His blest assistance Hark and hear him say Ye that are heavy loaded come away Oh come to me I am content to bear Your burthens and extenuate your care What higher note of love was ever strain'd To any ear Oh how hath man obtain'd So great a friendship 'T is a happy lot Nay and a wonder not to be forgot And yet it is not strange that he should prove So true a Lover that 's compos'd of Love And can do nothing else If he correct 'T is for thy crimes he only has th' effect Of anger for his grieved Spirit moans To punish sinners and to hear their groans His Soul takes no delight to crush to death Th' offending pris'oners of th' inferior Earth He is the rich Exchequor of all good And is by nothing except man withstood All things perform what they were made to do But only man that strives to prove untrue To his Creator nothing can be found Within thy brest but that which is unsound How sad it is to hear th' Almighty say I 've nourish'd children that are gone astray And scorn to own me Oh rebellious dust That hate my paths because my ways are just The Ox will know his Owner and the Ass His Masters crib but Israel alas Will not acknowledg me but have destroy'd Themselves and made their understandings voyd Has not my fury then just cause to swell Because they can do nothing but rebel Nefandeous Creature how canst thou endure Thy wretched self Ah why wilt thou procure Thine own destructions Shall all creatures be Obedient to their owners only thee And wilt
with fire and name Himself I AM and make a bush to flame Without consuming He that can convert A Rod into a Serpent and not hurt He that can make his visage shine so bright That not a Moses can behold the light He that can strike a hand with leprosie And cure it in the twinkling of an eye He that can in a moment cut and break Tongue tying cords and make the dumb to speak He that can out of unregarded stones Raise unto Abraham many little ones He that can heal the Cripple with a touch And free him from the thraldom of his Crouch He that can cure the deaf and can expel A thousand Devils in despite of Hell He that can perfect what he first begun Expects that man should say Thy will be done Consider Man and thou shalt find it true 〈…〉 can do all but what he will not do Think not because thou art of low estate That he will scorn to love and love to hate Remember Dives whose unsum'd up store Improv'd so much until he prov'd as poor As ever Iob was Iob unhappy I To speak it he was rich in poverty Heaâ—'n made poor Iob so rich that Satans wealth â—â—uld purchaâ—â— nothing from him but his health And that corporeal too he could not boast His bargain for 't was Iob that purchas'd most Happy is he that can at last inherit Riches obtain'd by an impov'rish'd spirit We 'd better lick with Lazarus the crumbs Then gripe with Dives for Soul-damning sums Welth caÌ„not bride the flames yet scraps may feed The hungry wretch he that has wealth may need The crumbs of comfort David did condole Th' abundant famine of his hungry Soul Gods Love 's not mercenary to be sold For brain-distracting heart-confounding gold Hast thou not heard O Man the heav'nly cry Of him that says Ye that are poor come buy Come buy of me your pen'worth shall be such That for a little you shall purchase much Here 's Love that 's spun unto the smallest thred Tho thou want'st mony yet thou maâ—â— have bred Do thou but ask thou shalt not fail to have For God's more free to give then thou to crave Fear not to ask of him whose ready ear Before thy tongue can ask is apt to hear Heav'n loves the language of a broken heart And he will harken and with joy impart His love unto thee and his milk and wine Without the price of mony shall be thine Th' ingrated pris'ner whose dull tongue is whet With sharp'ned hunger will not fear to let His language fly to every ear that comes Within his audience and he always sums The totals of his grief in hungry words Whilst thousands pass along but few affords The blessing of an Alms perhaps they 'l grieve And seem to pity but will not relieve Yet will he not desist but hourly cry Bread bread for Heav'ns sake bread or else I dye Hard hearred Man why wilt thou not relent To hear thy brother almost hunger spent Craving thy succour Where 's thy love become Because th' art deaf ah woldst thou have him duÌ„b Or dost thou think because thy panch is fill'd He cannot hunger He that first distill'd Those mercies on thy head expects that thou Shouldst feed thy brother with a cheerful brow Say not thou canst not give thy treasure 's light But let thy heart record the widows mite So Hâ—aâ—'n will fill thy Cisterns to the brim And feed thy Soul because thou hast fed him Should the Grandfather of true Charity Pass by thy gates and here thee beg and cry And not relieve thee should he slight thy prayrs And scorn to take a survey of thy tears Wouldst thou not grieve and pine thy self to dust And almost say thy God was much unjust To turn away his ears from thy complaint And disrespect thy pray'rs and let thee â—aint For want of â—oâ—d Ah whither wouldst thou â—ly To feed thy famish'd Soul should Heav'n deny But ah he cannot for his melting Soul Is always free and willing to condole The sad conditions of distressed Man Who only strives to do but what he can To contradict him yet he 'l hear our grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief When our impris'ned Souls peep through the Of this corrupting Earth our God delates Himself unto us and he sends us meat From the rich store-house of his lofty Seat He hears and hearing pities pitying sends And sending blesses and with blessing ends Even as the Sun which every day surrounds The sublime Globe and pries into the bounds Of this darke Center lets his Beams reflect Upon a molehill with as much respect As on a Mountain for his glorious Beams Shine always with equivolent extreams Even so the great and powerful three in one That sits upon his all-inlight'ning Throne Does not deny to let his mercies crown The poorest Peasant with as much renown As the most stateliest Emperor though he Invests his body with more dignitie Yet he 's but earth and must at last decay For Prince and Peasant go the self-same way Their earth must turn to earth their Souls return To him that gave them or for ever burn There 's no distinction one infused breath Made them alike and both must live in death Or everlasting life both must commence Divines in Heav'n there 's no preheminence But all equality all must express With equal Joy their equal Happiness Rouze up dull Man and let thy wak'ned Soul Be vigilant oh let thy thoughts enroul The Love of God engrave it in thy brest That his resounding tongue may read thee blest O let thy sighs like Pens and let thy tears Like Ink transcribe the Love th' indulgent cares Of thy Creator that himself may find Within the unblotted volume of thy mind Himself recorded so will he imbrace Thy spotless Soul and fill thee with his grace Inclâ—â—â— thine cars and let thy heart rejoyce To â—ear the strains of his harmonious voyce Harken and thou shalt hear his Prophets sing Th' admired Mercies of thy glorious King Thus saith the great and ever-living One That rules the Heav'ns and governs Earth alone Thus saith the Lord that takes delight to dwell Amongst his Saints that formed Israel Created Iacob Let thy sorrows slee Out of thy brest I have redeemed thee 'T was I that made thy clouded visage shine And call'd thee by my Name for thou are mine I will be with thee when thy feet shall wade Thorow the waters I will be thy aid I 'le make thee walk thorow rivers and the waves Shall prove ambitious to become thy slaves And when thou walkest thorow the raging fire Th' unruly flames shall not presume to aspire Or kindle on thy garments I alone The Lord thy God and Israels holy one And thy dear Saviour that was always true Gave Egypt Seba and Ethiopia too To ransom thee for thou wert my delight And always precious in my gracious sight Honors were heap'd upon thee and
most sacred mercies which thy hand 〈◊〉 upon me there is no Command But I have broke vec gracious Lord I know That thy abounding mercies 〈…〉 〈…〉 excelling 〈◊〉 which cannot lie 〈…〉 â—urveying eye With shame I must confess the subtile art Of Satan hath impoysoned my heart Oh I am sick to death I swell I burst Never was any soul so much accurst There 's none but thee thou sacred antidote Can cure my grief be therefore pleas'd to note My sad condition let my sorrows lye Before thy face oh hear me when I cry Grant me the shield of faith that I may stand In opposition to the powerfull hand Oâ— active Satan weaken Lord his powre And add unto my strength Let every hour Afford new mercies mercies that may sail Into my breast ah should my Foc prevail Oh then I perish shorten Lord his chain And lengthen out my patience oh make vaine His fierce attempts that he may feel and see When he is strongest I 'm as strong as he Then shall my lipps extoll thee and proclame The greatness of thy glory and his shame Give but thy grace unto me Lord and then Say what thou wilt my tongue shall say dmen Sat. Let everlasting plagues and horror dwell Within so fit a soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and take An everlasting Lease oh let him make A Tenement of thee dost thou think that I Will here thy prayers oh no I scorn thee fiye Away begon Sou What voyce is this that makes this bold intrusion Into my eares and grumbles out confusion Me thinks I see a storme-portending cloud Bowel'd with thunder and I hear a loud And horrid noise a noyse that would confound A wel-prepared eare to here the sound Who would not quake at such a voyce as this That roares forth Malice with an Emphasis My thoughts are interrupted and amasement Flashes like Lightning through the brittle casement Of my ill-glaâ—ed brest It cannot be The voyce of Heav'n a God so pure as he Hates to be envious malice cannot spring From such a good and love-composed King Although his voyce made terrible oft-times By the addition of mans dayly crimes Thunders against a sinner yet his breath Can take no pleasure in a sinners death Hereafter Lord when malice findes a voyce To speak my understanding shall rejoyce In knowing who it is this heart of mine Shall never quake at any voyce but thine Then let hels deep-mouth'd blood-hound roar thunder I le neither fear nor love nor quake nor wonder For 't is not strange to here a Lyon roare That wants his prey the more he has the more He seeks for more imploying still his power In seeking how and whom he may devour Know therefore Sathan that I am prepar'd To meet thee and I will not be out dar'd T is not thy false malisluous tongue shall tempt My heart to love no nor thy rage exempt My thoghts from heav'n although thy craft stil lurks For opertunity to stop good works When I compose my self and strive â—o pray Thou seek'st to tâ—râ— my thoughts another way Thou great corrupter of Diviner parts Thou watchfull theif that steal'st into the hearts Of silly moâ—tâ—ds think not to devour My armed heart with thy persuing power Will nothing move thee wilt thou still mistrust Sat. If fare means will not move thee foul means must What dost thou think my arm is grown so short It cannot reach thee dost thou think to sport with my commands say thou imperious mite Who gave thee beeing who created light Who made the Heav'ns the earth the sea reply Audacious wretch speak was it thee or I Thou vain contender dost thou think to gain By striving with me any thing but pain Oh no thou shalt not for I le still renue Thy pinching sorrows therefore bid adue To all thy comforts for thou shalt no more Injoy those blessings thou injoyd'st before Oh how thy horrid tongue shall roar and cry With Dives for a drop but no supply Shall dare t' appear the more thou crav'st the less Thou shalt be heard for nothing shall expresse The least of pleasure to thy per boyl'd heart Thy chiefest food shall be perpetuall smart Be well assured that thy eares thy eyes Shall hear nor see nought but extremities Begon begon my fury hates delay Hell and damnation be thy lot away Sou. Experience makes me understand thou art A lively actor of a deadly part I finde the greatnesse of your swelling rage Your Prologue speaks 't would be a bloudy stage If you might act as King but Heav'n prevent The cursed plots of your accurst intent I fear thee not because I know thy powre Is limitted and thou canst not devoure Without commission therefore do thy worst And let thy envie swell untill it burst And sall to nothing my Creator gives Me faith to say that my Redeemer lives And wil protect me from the rage of those That are my known and secret deadly Foes Thy thundring words shal not make me complying For he 's unwise that dyes for fear of dying Thus being guarded with the shield of grace I le spite deffiance in thine impious face Thou art a Lyon and thou seek'st for blood How bad 's that soul that dares to think thee good Urge me no more cashiere thy fruitlesse trouble The more thou striv'st the more I le strive to double My resolutions for I dare not venture To rest my heart on such a bloody center Oh no I dare not he that shal let goe A certain friend for a most certain foe Justly deserves to have no other fame But what reproach can build upon his name Should I permit my rambling thoughts to glance Upon thy love the Plea of Ignorance Could not be prevalent because 't is known Unto the blest-united three in one That I by his assistance have discry'd Thy reall slat'ry and thy humble pride I dare affirm no greater pride can be Then that that 's acted with humility But here I 'le stop and leave thee to inherit Th' effects of a diabolique spirit Sat. Accursed chatâ—ffe dost thou think to scape The fury of my hand or make a rape Upon my goodness no the Sun and Moon Shall stop their usuall progresses as soon As I will change my minde vengeance is mine And I le repay it on that Soul of thine Begon begon expect thy sudden doom It is thy sins give punishment a room Let everlasting Plagues and horror dwell Within so â—it a Soul let black-mouth'd Hell Remove his scituation and so take A still continuing Lease oh let him make A ten'ment of thee dost thou think that I YYill hear thy Prayers oh no I scorn thee sye Away begon Sou If words could kill I had been ere this time Worded to death but now I hope to clime Above the reach of words in thy despight Where thou may'st grumble at me but not bite Even as the surly blood-desiring dog Ty'd with a chain or loaded
breed a harmony within the sphere Of his blest Soul be circumspect and lay The best foundation hear what Heav'n will say Adams Petition to God Incensed Father of eternal light Permit a darkened Soul t' approach the sight Of thine incomparable eye unmask Thy anger clouded Soul and let me ask Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press My staggâ—ing Soul I know not whom t' address My apostare self unto but only thee Whom I offended Please to pity me I have no pleasing Sacrifice t' attone Thy wrathful Brest except a hearty groan That 's quadrupl'd with grief Oh deign to look Upon the lines of my all-blotted book Although I 'm full of most detested spots Yet Lord I know that thou canst read my blots Oh read them then and let thy mercies run With thy progressive eye I am undone If not forgiven Lord I thee implore To shew some mercy to me thou hast store Discipher all my sins and let them not Bâ—ar record in thy rouls but rest forgot Revoke this act of Death that I may sing Th' admired mercies of so blest a King Oh lift me up that now am thrown below Make not my Soul the Custom-house of woe Oh hear these bitter groans that I have spent And send some comfort from thy Parliament Gods Reply Thou skelleton of baseness hie thee hence Disturb me not return I say from whence Thou cam'st at first thou shalt as soon remove A mountain as my mind I cannot love No nor I will not nothing shall intreat My resolutions for my fury 's great Begone proud Rebel do not think thy prayers Thy vows thy groans thy sighs thy sobs thy tears Shall make my brest their receptacle No How can I be a friend to such a foe Surcease thy importunities let fall Thy high desires I will not hear thee call Thy sins have barr'd my ears I 'le not be won With thy base airy words for thou hast spun The thred of thy destruction therefore wear What thou hast labour'd for and so forbear T' intrench upon my patience 't is in vain To seek for that which thou shalt not obtain And is it thus that Heav'n will not regard My cries Ah me and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him whose tongue affords Nothing but grief involv'd with bitter words Alas alas what greater wo can crowd Into a brest then to be disavow'd By Gods high Voyce whose most enraged breath Darts forth the arrows of eternal death What shall I do Oh whither shall I run To hide my self until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy Oh whither shall I stray If I am silent then my silence turns My thoughts to fire If speak my speech returns Trebbl'd with wo into the brazen Tower Of my sad heart my language has no power To work upon his ears my words Banded and thrown against th' obdurate walls like balls Unyielding brest bounds back again and breaks Into my heart and every sorrow speaks A volume at a word yet yet must I Return unheard 't is misery to dye And pain to live thus in despair I draw The loathsom air Destruction knows no Law Grief rains a flood of doubt into my Soul Ah me I can do nothing but condole I am despis'd and if I bend the force Of my desires to him he will divorce All thoughts of pity and with rage re-double Th' unsum'd up sums of my infringing trouble I sail into the Straits both wind and tyde Prevail against me and I have no guide To pilate me unto the long'd-for Port Of pleasing happiness I am a sport To threatning Ruine whose presumptuous waves Out-dares my Soul whilst every blast enslaves My reeling Pinnace If I strive to go Towards Scylla Scylla will contemn my wo Alas in vain I can expect relief Scylla will bark at my unbridled grief Or if my head-long vessel chance to hit Against Charybdis I am torn and split Into ten thousand pieces Oh hard hap Thus am I tossed in Destructions lap Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul and audiate my cries I will not thus desist I must implore He that 's lost once sure can be lost no more Adams Petition to God Once more thou Metropolitan of all The spacious world I here presume to call Upon thy mercy Oh let me inherit The pleasing fruits of thy re-pleased Spirit I am thy fabrick oh some pity take Preserve the building for the Builders sake Clothe not thy brow with frowns but let thine eye That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty Reflect upon my sorrows Oh incline Thy willing ears to hear this grief of mine Oh do not say I shall as soon remove A mountain as thy heart thou canst not love Let not such harsh imbitter'd language flow Out of a mouth so sweet I know I know Thou art as good as great oh therefore bow Thy sacred ears to hear oh hear me now Bestow some scraps on me that have deserv'd Nothing but stripes for I have fondly swerv'd From thy Commands have committed treason Against thy Majesty Great God of Reason View my in-humbled Soul see how it lies Before thy sight a weeping Sacrifice I know thou knowst I am a hainous sinner Yet pity me that am a young beginner In this rich art of begging Do not slight My real prayers I know thou tak'st delight In being merciful oh let me not Return unanswer'd or my prayers forgot Oh hear the sorrows of my bleeding state Let my complaints make thee compassionate And let the fervor of my language turn Thy thoughts to pity quench these flames that burn My wasting Soul speak peace to me that find A civil war in my uncivil mind Oh I have tasted of thy hot displeasure Too much Ah shall thy vengeance know no measure â— Say 't is enough though Lord I must confess I have deserved more yet give me less Thus with a melting heart I end my Suit Ah me how bitter is forbidden fruit Gods Reply Thou bold fac'd Orator how darst thou come Before me or be otherwise then dumb Tell me how dat'st thou interrupt my brest I hate to see thee or hear thy Request Audacious wretch what has my Judgments made Thy heart grow peremptory Have I layd Too small a burthen on thee If I have I 'le lay a greater thou apostate slave I will not note thee nor I will not hear Thy words which have usurp'd my deafned ear Love thee for what be 't known sad wretch I scorn To love a thing so base so vile forlorn And if I cannot love how can it be That I can pity such a worm as thee I 'le neither love nor pity for my heart Is adamantine thou shalt feel the smart Of my displeasure Go my Soul disdains To look upon thee thou art fill'd with stains And smel'st too much of fruit to find respect Thou art the subject of my great neglect Thou art a barren soil nothing
which now are starv'd with heav'nly bread But since you have not done it unto those Which I esteem'd ye 'ave prov'd your selves my foes Therefore begone let darkness be your lot Learn to remember that ye have forgot My Mercies go and let my Judgments dwell Within your guilty hearts let black mouth'd Hell Plague you with torments let him always lash Your hearts with flames until ye howl and gnash Your teeth together go depart my sight And taste the fruits of everlasting night But as for you whose better deeds have found Acceptance in my heart ye shall be crown'd With unremoved happiness because Ye have obsequiously perform'd my Laws You fed my craving stomack and you cloath'd My naked body and you have not loath'd To visit me and when I was a stranger Ye took me in and guarded me from danger Go then my Lambs and let your Oratory Proclaim the greatness of your Fathers glory Go revel in my Courts no discontent Shall breed a faction in my Parliament I 'le pass an Act of Peace and it shall be Sign'd by the hand of my Eternitie My tongue shall stile you blessed and my voyce Shall raise your Souls and teach you to â—ejoyce Your unexcised pleasures shall abound To infinite your ravish'd hearts shall sound The depth of my delights all things shall move Within the sphere of uncontrouled Love Be well assur'd your pleasures shall be great Then fly from Judgment to my Mercies Seat And there rejoyce with a triumphant mirth My Love shall live with them that hated Earth Obdurate Man here here thou mayst discry Judgment and Mercy one to terrifie The other to perswade and yet wilt thou Prove adamantine and refuse to bow To thy Redeemer Canst thou ruminate Upon his Love and yet wilt not delate Thy Soul unto him Is thy brazen heart Impenitrable Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter Hast thou vow'd To stop thy â—ars Shall Mercy call aloud And thou not hear Shall thund'ring Judgments rattle About thy ears and yet wilt thou imbattle Against the Lord of Hosts Wilt thou invoke Perpetual Vengeance to intail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart What dost thou think Hell's voyd of flames or that thy God will wink At thine enormities Go rally all Thy thoughts together and discreetly fall Into a serious study Let thy mind Be absolute and really inclin'd To meditation contradict the rage Of thine own passion labour to asswage The fire of lust that so thou mayst behold With more serenety how manifold His mercies are that every day prevents The sad incursions of deprav'd events Think but in what a most defam'd condition Thy Soul was in before the grand Physician Of Heav'n and Earth spontaniously sent down A balm from his own Gilliard to crown The sons of grief Think what he did endure Before his wounds had perfected thy cure Remember how undauntedly he stood And sweat himself into a Crimson flood To ransom thee remember how his woes Were asperated by his raging foes Remember how his sacred temples wore A spiny Crown remember how it tore His sublime Front remember how they broach'd His brest with Spears and shamefully reproach'd His spotless fame remember how they nail'd His spreading hands remember how they seal'd His Ivory wâ—lls remember how they spawl'd Upon his face remember how they baw'ld And banded at his Agony whilst he Prov'd patient Martyr to their tyrannie Remember when he came unto the brink Oâ— death they gave him vinegar to drink Nay more because they vow'd to empty all Their poys'ned malice out they gave him Gall Oh bitter deed oh most abhorred Crimes Too nearly paralleld in these our times Thus having put a period to their plots They thought it good to cast their hellish lots For his I dare not say mean clothes I know They were our Saviours to whose worth we ow Perpetual thanks 't was his well finished breath Redeem'd our Souls from everlasting death Here 's Love O Man that does as far transcend Thy thoughts as thy deserts that Heav'n should send His Son and Heir to be incarnated And suffer death for thee that wert as dead As sin could make thee 't was for thy offence He dy'd Ah how how canst thou recompence Such high brâ—d Favors Favors unexpected Deserve to be imbrac'd and not neglected Do not rash Soul like Cleopatria nurse Imbosom'd vipers blessings prove a curse If once abus'd Ingratitude cuts off Th' intail of Love it is a shame to scoff At Benefactors after thou art fed Wilt thou contemn the hand that gave thee bread Wouldst thou not love that friend that should bestow A superâ—nuated crust and shew Respect unto thee when the ebbing Tyde Of Fortune runs so low that thou mayst ride Upon the sands of Poverty Fond Man Strive to be grateful study how to scan The mercies of thy God remember how He feeds thy Soul with Manna learn to bow Th' unruly thoughts with admiration think How often and how much imbitter'd drink Thy Saviour drank with what a doleful cry He beg'd of God to let that cup pass by But knowing that his pleasure must be done He proy'd himself his most obedient Son And wilt thou not â—â—y wretch drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him that drank a cup To sweeten thine thou need'st not fear or scorn To taste because Heav'ns sacred Unicorn Hath purg'd the waters and they must be sweet Except they 're reimpoys'ned by thy feet If so what wilt thou do where wilt thou find An Antidote for an invenom'd mind It is reported if the Spider chance To meet the obvious Toad they 'l both advance Then inward force and mutually proclaim An open War brave combitaâ—â—s of Fame And having 〈◊〉 their imbowel'd might Maâ—ch boldly on and both incens'd thy fight The Toad being heavy loaded cannot go Or wheel about like his encountring foe But keeps his ground and makes a small resistance The Spider scorning to be kept at distance Falls in upon him and with nimble rage Assaults his foe who now begins â—â—asswage His former fury and would fain retreat From his small foe whose strength is grown too great For opposition being thus distress'd He crawls away and with a crope-sick brest Seeks for relief and by and by discrys A Planton leaf within whose veins there lies A secret Antidote which did at length Expel his poyson and renew his strength Having disgorg'd himself he soon returns Into the camp where for a time he burns To be in action and at last he sees The crafty Spider creeping by degrees To seize upon him then his courage fails He knows not what to do his foe assails With all his might constraining him to yield The conquest and with shame to quit the field Then he begins to seek and hunt about To find the soveraign healing Planton out Which had before reliev'd him and supply'd His wants but that being gone he burst and dy'd Even so if Hells black Spider chance to crawl
From his infernal Web into the Hall Of this all-dusty World he soon prepares Himself to fight and suddenly declares That he the grim-look'd General of Hell Dares to encounter any Souls that dwell Within the limits of the spacious Earth And in a moment qualifie their mirth Thus Satan boasts and if he chance to meet A single Soul he 'l thus begin to greet A DIALOGUE between the Soul and Satan Sat. SOul th' art well met So. 'T is true for I am wel Sat. Say whither art thou going Sou. Not to Hell Sat. â—ish talk no more of that but tell me whither Thou go'st come prethee let 's go both together Sou. A pretty motion when I want a guide I 'le send for thee till then thou art deny'd To be my Usher Sat. Prethee tell me why Thou art so obstinate as to deny So free a courtesie as I have shewn Mischance oft falls to them that walk alone Be not so much averse as to neglect This opportunity I can protect Thy feet from sliding dangers still attend Those that dispise the favors of a friend Sou. A friend how canst thou prove that title Sat. How As thus because I 'm willing to allow The best assistance of my ready arm To guide nay and protect thee from all harm Therefore a friend So. What you pretend to shew Is but external he that can bestow Internal friendship on a Soul distress'd Is a true friend no matter for the rest If Heav'n will guide my Soul I shall not stray Or fear the evils of a dangerous way But as for you I needs must borrow leave To say your friendship 's only to deceive Confusion paths your ways and if I run By your advise I needs must be undone God bids me fly from sin if I refuse Obedience to his Will I shall abuse His just Commands then will my sorrows cry When Mercy stops Judgment begins to fly Sat. Desist fond Soul and labour to divorce Thy lips from this too fabulous discourse Guild not thy words with vanity perswade These thoughts which ate erronious to evade Thy serious mind advise and thou shalâ— see My ways are best be principl'd by me 〈◊〉 Let not the swing of passion strike thee down But follow me 't is I must give a Crown To thy deserts 't is I that can advance Thy down-cast Soul above the reach of chance 'T is I mistaken Soul 't is I alone That must conduct thee to the sublime throne Of true Salvation 't is my hand must bring Thy trembling Soul before th'all judging King Of Heaven and Earth it is my power can fill Thy heart with joy believe me and I will Trust not the babling languages of those That seem thy friends but are thy greatest foes They 're great to thy desruction they 'l connive And fawn nay almost bury thee alive They 'l talk of Heav'n and Hell they 'l tell thee stories Of endless boundless unconceived glories They 'l tell thee of Eternity and woo Thy Soul out of thy ears if thou 'lt bestow Thy pains to hear them they 'l infuse and brew Their own designs and tell thee all is true That they declare they 'l tell thee that they 're sent As Messengers from Heav'ns high Parliament Believe me Soul 't is I that can display The Gospels Colours better far then they There 's nothing in that volume so obstruce But I can winde and twist it to my use And there is nothing in this world can be Stil'd worth a work but can be done by me I can do all it lies within my power To make thee poor or rich in half an hour I can command whole Legions to attend Upon my honour Say what nobler friend Canst thou imbrace I 'le be a friend to all That will give audience to my faithful call I 'le make them swell with riches they shall have As much nay if not more then they can crave Am I not rare and rich and high and great Incomprehensible Is not my seat The throne of happiness Yet cannot I Invite thee to my sweet eternity Come gentle Soul into my twining arms I 'le hug thee I 'le delight thee with my charms I 'le shew thee all my Joys nothing shall lie Hid from the view of thy all-gazing eye Happy beyond expression Sou. Satan stay The progress of thy tongue and give me way That I may vent my thoughts for you have spoke At large already and is this the stroke Which you intend shall wound me Be assur'd The blows but small and well may be endur'd Sat. What mov'd to passion Is thy mind disturb'd With foul mistrust pray let those thoughts be curbd What dost thou think I am perfidious Fie 'T is folly to condemn before you try Alas alas what profit can accrue To me by wronging such a Soul as you What I express is only for your good But what is more then grave advice withstood I doubt these weak these empty thoughts presage A tempest guarded with a storm of rage Well then storm on and when thy storm is spent Sit down and meditate and then repent Sou. Repent Oh happy word although exprest By a foul mouth those that repent are blest How dares thy hellish lips 〈◊〉 a word Fill'd with divinity but will afford No rest no comfort to thy horrid Soul Begone begone and if thou canst condole Thy self thou art if Logick prove but true Curst in the Major and the Minor too Bless me O Heav'n What blust'ring stormy weather Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither Touch-stone of baseness dost thou come to prove Whether I 'm gold or dross thou mayst remove Thy forward hopes because I hope to be Mettal at last for Heav'n and not for thee Begone fallacious wretch I cannot brook Thy golden baits I have discry'd thy hook Father of lyes thy policy is built Upon the sands and plaster'd o're with guilt Thy tongue foretels a storm if so be sure Thy sand-built policy shall not endure Flatt'ry 's the life of baseness and that art Is well imprinted in thy subtile heart Dost thou believe that I can entertain Belief from thee Or dost thou think to raign Within my brest No no thy cloudy powers Are at the best but falsifying showrs Be satisfi'd I cannot give the least Of credit to thee nor I dare not feast My thoughts with such uncertainties I know Thy dyet must and will corrupt to woe Thou bidst me not condemn before I make Some â—â—â—al of thy trust If I should â—â—â—â— Such green advice I quickly should undo My wretched self and in condemning you What profit could I have or what relief Could I expect to mitigate my grief My accusations would be blown as dust Before the wind I 'le neither try nor trust Sat. Nor try nor trust Art thou resolv'd to cross My real motions Do and see whose loss Will prove most weighty if I lose the heat Of thy weak love my loss will not be great But if I
with a elog Grows siâ—râ—â—r with restraint and stands in awe Of nothing but his master to whose law He must submit and keep within his list For fear will not permit him to resist But if some wandring passenger should chance To walk along he quickly would advance His watchfull head and running too and fro From place to place he tuggs but cannot go Beyond his bounds but labours still in vaine With fruitlesse biting of his sensless chain To free himself but when he finds his strength Is not sufficient to out-go the length Of his well-fastned chain he soon devides His sharp-fang'd jaws and bauls until his sides And lungs are weary then he runs the round Until he layes himself upon the ground VVhere he remaineth much displeas'd and vext Seeming to threaten ruin to the next So you hels tyâ—dog if thou couldst but strain And quit thy self from heaven's fast-holding chain VVhat Soul could scape thy jaws or be possest Of lasting peace or comfortable rest How sad how miserable had it been For patient Job had but thy pow'r been seen Upon his heart but Heaven that will controul In spight of malice chain'd thee from his soul Alas alas thy chain is not so long To reach a soul nor is thy pow'r so strong To break it at thy pleasure thou mayst baul And bark forth envie but not hurt at all If thou art God as thou pretendest why Why dost thou suffer such a thing as I T' expostulate so long and dost not show Thy judgments in my speedy overthrow Sat. It is my goodness and not thy desert That breeds for bearance in my tender heart Alas alas what honor would acrue To me in conquering such a thing as you I could within a moments time asswage But that my clemencie out-vies my rage Thy swelling fury for I could discharge Vollies of wrath and easily inlarge Thy restless torments I could make thee run Like morning mists before the rising sun Out of my presence If I should but say The word begon ah lasse thou couldst not stay But ah I cannot for I hate to haâ—me Love guides my strength that strength guids my arm Even as the Sheepheard with be-dewed locks Watches the feeding of his harmless flocks For fear the bold-fac'd wolf should chance to peep Into the coasts of his beloved sheep And like a â—awlesse Tyrant soon commence Against those Emblems of pure innocence A bloody action which would soon incite The Sheepheards grief to see so sad a sight So I th' eternall Sheepheard dayly watch My wel-fed Lambs for fear Hels wolf should catch Or fright not being fearfull to be bold My gentle flocks from their delightfull fold I am beloved and mine own will own My sacred Name my voyce is not unknown Unto my Sheep they alwayes will be all Firmly obedient to my chearfull call For which obedience they shal finde reward Nay such a one as alwayes shall accord To their desires thrice happy shall they be In truly calling and in owning me To be their Sheepheard nothing can more please M' indulgent soul then such dear slocks as these I will preserve them and no wolt shal dare To seize upon them or presume to reare Their downy fleeces nothing shal be nearer Unto my heart and nothing shal be dearer In my affections for I wil affect Even where and when I finde a true respect What strange contusions hath thy language bred Sou Within my serious thoughts how hast thou fed My ears with slatt'ries but it is in vaine Because my heart hath vow'd not to retain Thy fain'd expressions nothing shall remove My love from God nor nothing make me love Thy wretched self then be content and cease To urge my mind or interrupt my Peace Go do thy worst And when that worst is done Sit down as wisely as thou hast begun Sat. Art thou resolv'd VVell then let vengance light Upon thy cursed head begon thou mite Nay lesse of goodnesse go make hast t' inherit Those plagues that waite upon so damn'd a spirit Sou May this be cal'd a farewell if it be The self same farewell must attend on thee I hate nay scorn to bid farewell to you Tâ—is charity enough to bid 〈…〉 The Souls Thankefulness and Request to God MOst gracious God I having lately felt The servont of thy mercies needs must melt Into a thankfulnesse Ah should I be Ungratefull to so blest a God as thee 'T were pitty ah 't were pitty that the ayre Should give me breath or thy fierce hand forbear To throw me headlong to the deep abisâ— Of speedy ruin where no comfort is Oh glorious Lord be pleased to inflame My heart with raptures to extoll thy name Alas I 'm weak and if thou shouldst deny Thy ayde nothing could be more weak than I If thou wilt help me I shall be so strong That nothing can prevail to do me wrong Lord I am blind oh therefore let thy light Expell those clouds that thus ecclips my sight Be thou my guide my strength my sight my way Oâ— else being weak I shall or fall or stray Oh leave me not but as thou hast begun To shew me mercy let thy mercy run VVith my desires and grant that I may be A true forgetter of all things but thee And rather then I should forget thy call Oh let me have no memory at all Wean me oh wean me from this nursing earth Make it my sorrow and thy Throne my mirth Let every morning make me know and say Thy Laws are Just or let me know no day Let every ev'ning make me take delight â—n thy commands or let me know no night Inspire my heart O God and make it lad Always in thee or make it alwayes sad If thou affict'st me make me understand Thou hast a storming and a calming hand If Poverty oppress me whilst I live Oh let thy mercy send me friends to give Or if thy goodness please to send me store O give me grace to think I may be poor It matters not O Lord how poor I be Unto the world if I am rich to thee If I am hungry â— be thou my meate If I am weary â— be thou my seate Or if I feast O Lord be thou my guest If I am restlesse Lord be thou my rest If I am thirsty Lord be thou my spring If I am subject Lord be thou my King If I have virtue make me dote upon her If Honorable be thou my honor And if I cannot know that which I would Be pleas'd to make me know Lord what I should Then shal my ready lips expresse and show I know no more then thou wouldst have me know My unty'd tongue shal evermore proclaim Th' attendant glories of thy sacred Name The sacrifice of yâ—â—icked is an abomination to the Lord â—â—â— the 〈…〉 of the â—pright is his delight Pro 15. 8 Divine Ejaculations I. GReat God whose Scepter Rules the earth Distill thy fear into my heart That being rapt