joys thy brest shall burn With flaming care until thy corps return Into the bowels of th' inclusive earth From whence thou hadst thy substance and thy birth For base thou art and therefore thou shalt be A food for gnawing worms and not for me As thou art dust to dust thou shalt retire Hereafter let not dust presume t' aspire Strange alteration Oh pernicious fate Too quickly bred in such an Infant state He that but even now enjoy'd a life Ballanc'd with pleasures now is fill'd with strife He whose Majestick Soul was lately crown'd With blest content is now ingulf'd and drown'd In sorrows Ocean He which was before Inrich'd with happiness is now as poor As poverty can make him He which had The countenance of Heav'n to make him glad Is now eclipst he knows not where to run Sin having interpos'd between the Sun And his dark Soul the Center of whose rest Is now remov'd and he survives unblest He which but even now had leave to dwell And revel in Heav'ns eye desires a Cell To entertain him he which liv'd in Peace Is now thrown down and forfeited his Lease Great was his Crime great was his sudden Fall Great was his Tenement his Rent but small Poor Adam's taken by his own decoys Sin is the Sequestrator of all j ys Sad Pilgrim of the world where wilt thou find In the unpathed earth a place so kind To entertain thee Ah where wilt thou keep Thus tumbled from a Precipice so steep The sad unpeopl'd rendezvouz Oh where Wilt thou procure a hand that will unsnare Th'intangled Soul Alas thy wearied life Hath two most sad companions first a Wife Than a bad Conscience what two greater crosses Can hang upon a brest whose cares whose losses Are grown so infinit that no relief But what distills from Heav'n can ease their grief Thou wert the first of men that entertain'd So grand a sorrow thou the first that stain'd So pure a colour thou the first that dwelt In Edens garden thou the first that felt The scourge of fury hadst thou not transgrest Vengeance had found no hand nor grief a brest Ah hadst thou not offended sin had found No habitation nor thy Soul a wound Had not thy hand so wilfully unlock'd The door of Death Destruction had not knock'd At thine impenetrable gates or ventur'd T' approach so near but being open'd enter'd Bold Customer of fate that sought about To come within and turn poor Adam out Thy strength out strength'd his strength made him weak A vessel crack'd how can it chuse but leak Sin prov'd Deaths father mans heart the womb That brought it forth this Deatb shall find a tomb When the Determiner of time hath hurl'd A finis to the volume of the world Till then man mortaliz'd by sin must be A subject unto Deaths Soveraigntie Poor man in what a wilderness of sorrow Dost thou now ramble in where wilt thou borrow A minutes rest On what inclining ear Wilt thou expend thy groans what canst thou hear But dialects of misery to vex hear Thy bankrupt thoughts The fatal disrespects Of Heav'n will blow and toss thee up and down From place to place his still renewed frown Will follow thee therefore provide t' endure The hot pursutes of such a fierce Pursuer Canst thou expect that this thy grand abuse Which runs beyond the limits of excuse Can be forgotten dost thou think t'out-live Thy long-liv'd crimes or hope for power to give Due satisfaction to thy God whose rage Thy heart cannot endure much less asswage Most lachrymable state What canst thou do Oh man that may ingratiate or renew Thy former love Alas thy base condition Makes thee incapable of a Petition Prepare thy self see if thou canst invade His Soul with pray'rs see if thou canst perswade His Heart to yield unto thy sad request And re-inthrone thee with thy former rest Dissect thy Soul with groans anatomize Thy Heart with sighs and let thy winged cries Fly through the Angles of his sacred ear And 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 incomparble eye unmask Thy Anger-clouded Soul and let me ask Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press My stagg'ring Soul I know not whom t' address My apostate 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 Decipher all my sins and let them not Bear 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 bart'd my ears I 'le not be won With thy base airy words for thou hast spun The thread 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 cryes 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 woe can crowd Into a brest than to be disavow'd By Gods high voice 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 Trebl'd with wo into the brazen Tower Of my sad heart my language has no power To work upon his ears my words like balls Banded and thrown against th' obdurate walls Unyielding brest bounds back again and breaks Into
exprest By Saints above or Men below My Soul shall praise my heart shall bless That goodness tongues cannot express Ejaculat. 99. Lord every creature writes a story Of thy full Majesty and Might The contemplation 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 shoulds 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 ways 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 paths Transcend th' expressions of my tongue Instruct my heart to keep thy lawes 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 in 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 unty my stam'ring 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 flint 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 minute speaks their story They have no limits have no bound Ours are the comforts thine the glory And what thy mercy more displays Thou art contented with our praise Ejaculat. 111. Surpassing Lord whose mercies have surpast The limits of the worlds expression Whose truth continues firm and fast To thy elect and their succession To thee perpetual 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 darkness 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 fruitful 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 he re Ejaculat. 114. Great God whose ever-wakeful eye Doth never slumber never close Teach all my dangers to rely Upon thy help their 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 zeal Unto thy house for ever flame Where let my thanks and praise reveal The hidden honour of thy Name Let Sions glory still increase And bless her walls with plenteous peace Ejaculat. 116. O God to whom thy thoughts direct Their constant hopes and hopeful cries Let not my Soul in vain expect For mercy from such gracious eyes Maintain thine honour 'T is not me The proud contemn Great God but thee Ejaculat. 117. Lord give me a believing heart Though wanting strength I fear not man If thou be pleas'd to take my part Let malice do the worst it can Although insnar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger than a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my Footsteps in thy ways Quell thou the power of the unjust That righteous hearts may give thee praise Do good to good men and encrease Their number plenty and their peace Ejaculat. 119. Lord we are Captives and we bow To Satans burthen every hour We sow in tears oh when wilt thou With joy requite the weary sower So bless my labors that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possess or what I crave Brings no content great God to me If what I would or what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it Thine Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant thy fears within my brest That I may walk thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my days Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Sions glory Israels peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be always Foes T' afflict the Souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let that righteous arm of thine Confound or cure thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers O whom should I Implore but thee in my distress For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fill'd with righteousness To thee O God my hopes shall flee My Soul expects no help but thee Ejaculat. 124. Lord if mine eyes should look too high Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell Break thou the tumor curb mine eye Lest one grow fierce the other fell So shall my Soul grow wise and flee From her own strength and trust in thee Ejaculat. 125. Lord let mine eyes not sleep until I build thy Temple in my brest Take pleasure then and make it still The chosen Palace of thy rest Let all her foes be trodden down And let thy Glory be her Crown Ejaculat. 126. Lord we are several members joyn'd To make one whole whose head thou art Let all our thoughts but make one mind And give one body but one heart United Souls of Saints appear The sweetest musick in thine ear Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Light'ned by thee may give us light Let their bright lustre drive
away All darkness from thy Courts by night Bless us and them that they and we May bless thy name first blest by thee Ejaculat. 128. Let every wonder that I see In Heav'n and Earth and in the Seas Advance some honour Lord to thee That didst and canst do what thou please Let others worship wood and stone My Soul shall bless thee Lord alone Ejaculat. 129. Good God where e're I cast mine eye On Earth beneath or Heaven above I see thy goodness and I spy Perpetual pledges of thy love Thy favors through the world extend And of thy mercy is no end Ejaculat. 130. Lord if my tongue and busie quill Be not in Sions praise imploy'd Then let my hand forget her skill And be my tongue for ever ty'd Thy praise shall be my chief delight Whilst tongue can speak or hand can write Ejaculat. 131. Kindle O Lord my love with zeal Light my affections with thy flame Give my tongue courage to reveal The secret glory of thy name Be thou my God in all distress And let thy hand be my redress Ejaculat. 132. Lord thou that mad'st me and dost pry Into the secrets of my heart From whose all presence none can fly Nor hide them there but where thou art Inform my Soul inflame my brest And lead me to eternal Rest Ejaculat. 133. Lord keep me from my self that am The greatest Foe I need to fear O cover thou my face with shame And give my sins no dwelling here Subdue my flesh and then my spirit Shall sing the praises of thy merit Ejaculat. 134. Lord when my grief shall find a tongue To cry for help find thou an ear Whilst others seek to do me wrong Make thou O God my conscience clear In those self-snares they have prepar'd Let my insnarers be insnar'd Ejaculat. 135. When winter fortunes cloud the brows Of summer friends when eyes grow strange When plighted faith forget their vowes When Earth and all things in it change O Lord thy mercies fail me never Where once thou lov'st thou lov'st for ever Ejaculat. 136. Judge not my actions by the Laws For then my sorrows are but just But let thy mercies plead my â—â—â—se For in thy mercy is my trust Those that oppose my Soul oppose I am thy servant they thy foes Ejaculat. 137. What is there Lord what is in me To hope for safety from thy power What help can I expect from thee That merit vengeance every hour How great so e're my sins have bin Thy mercy's greater than my sin Ejaculat. 138. Great God whose Kingdome hath no end Into whose secrets none can dive Whose mercy none can apprehend Whose Justice none can feel and live What my dull heart cannot aspire To know Lord teach me to admire Ejaculat. 139. O Lord my Judgment 's dark and blind It cannot judge 'twixt good and ill My will is captiv'd and confin'd It wants a freedome how to will Great Lord of power great God of might Release my bands restore my sight Ejaculat. 140. Great God whose goodness doth repleat And fill our Coasts with full encrease That feed'st us with the fat of wheat And glad'st thy Sion with thy peace How more than others are our days Extreamly bound to give thee praise Ejaculat. 141. Shall frost and snow give praise to thee And shall my Soul not bear a part Lord frost and snow appear to be Not half so cold as is my heart Shine glorious Sun thy beams but felt My frost will thaw my snow will melt Ejaculat. 142. Great God to whom all praise belongs Whom Sion fings and Israel fears O stop those lusts that stop our tongues And fright thy glory from our ears Do thou enlarge what flesh retains And bind those Kings our lusts in chains Ejaculat. 143. Lord season my unsavory sprite And bridle my too head-strong will That I may always take delight In acting good and shunning ill O give me grace to understand My life is always in thy hand Ejaculat. 144. Direct my steps Lord be my way And make thy paths my sole delight That like a traveller I may Not fail to rest with thee at night O me how happy and how blest Lord should I be in such a Rest Ejaculat. 145. Lord let the morning of my grief Find out a night of lasting pleasure Thou art the God of my relief In poverty thou art my treasure I care not Lord how poor I be Unto the world if rich to thee Ejaculat. 146. Lord let thy sacred fire thaw The Ice of my hard-frozen zeal And let thy will be my known Law So shall my heart thy worth reveal And with a halalujous Song My tongue shall praise thee all day long Ejaculat. 147. Great King of Peace be pleas'd to send Thy peace to our distemper'd Land O we are bad reach us t' amend And let not ruine be our brand Then shall our lavish lips deliver Our thanks in Peace to our Peace-giver Ejaculat. 148. If it be so that we must fight Lord make our crimes to prove our Foes For thou our God dost take delight To see such pleasant Wars as those O may such wars as these encrease Until our conquests end in Peace Ejaculat. 149. Lord let the praises of thy Power Advance the power of thy praises Let every day let every hour Praise thee till hours fail and days To thee all power and praise be given By Saints on Earth by Souls in Heaven THE END Isa * Psal 81. 16.
the terror Of thine own Conscience which will alway stare Upon thy face and load thee with despair 'T is not a Habeas Corpus will remove The body of thy sin none can disprove The Will of God what he resolves to do Must neither be withstood nor div'd into It lies beyond thy power to perswade Thy God to pity whom thy Sins have made A wrathful Judge what he intends must be Derived from himself and not from thee For thou hast nothing in thee worth the name Of good because thy glory 's turn'd to shame Thou art corrupt and vile in every part And who can know the evil of thy heart Which like the Ocean that no art nor eye Can search her bottom or her banks descry Therefore til heav'n shall please to change the state Of thy condition Reason bids thee wait For be assur'd the promis'd seed will spread It self abroad and bruise the Serpents head Even as the Fountain whose exuberous brest Is always fluent and admits no rest But with a cheerful willingness she sends Her Christal tokens to her smaller friends Even so our God dâ—stilleth from above The healing streams of his refreshing love For ah the lustre of his Sun-bright eye Is drown'd in tears when our sad Souls prove dry Oh admiration that a God so just Should rain down flouds upon a heap of dust Oh Mercy that so much incens'd a God Should send forth Mercy and keep in his Rod His Soul is fill'd with pity and his eyes Begin to view th' unsariate miseries Of Adams down-cast off-spring Though his ear Seems unto us resolved not to hear Their bitter cries nor note the sad Devotions Of their contristed hearts yet by the Motions Of his blest Soul he sends his Son and Heir Into this wretched world that he might bear The Cross of our Transgressions and expel The clouds of Sin and conquer Death and Hell Thus by his death we liv'd and by his grief Our new-calm'd Souls were furnisht with relief Oh sudden change That winde which did before Drive wretched man upon the threatning shore Of unavoiding ruine fills the sails Of his desires with mild and prosperous gales The Boreas of his sin does now surcease His full-mouth'd blasts and Zephyrus speaks peace Unto his ship wrack'd Soul and now he rides Upon the new-tam'd backs of pleasing Tydes Oh that my tongue were able to rehearse The love of God with an Angelike Verse Oh that some Heav'nly Deity would fill The black mouth'd concave of my wandring quil With pure celestial Ink that I might write In heav'nly characters and learn t' indite Jehovahs praises in a style as high As my desires and make the lofty Skie Eccho with Hallelujahs that the Earth May like a Mid wife hug the joyful birth Of every word and make each corner ring With peals of joy the Glories of our King Is man deliver'd from the painful womb Of his foul sin and raised from the tomb Of everlasting death and shall not we Applaud that hand which set such pris'ners free What shall we be afraid to crack and break The chains of silence and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels No let 's call Upon his name that rais'd us from a Fall Let 's stretch our lungs with a warbling breath Sing to the life how we were rais'd from death And when our tongues are wearied let 's express By heav'nly signs our real thankfulness But stay where runs my quill what have I lost My self in raptures or else am I tost Into the Air of pleasure by the wind Of true delight If passion proves so kind I am content Oh may I always rest Adorn'd and crown'd with a heav'n ravisht brest O love ineffable Must wretched Man The spawn of baseness and the unmeasur'd span Of everlasting infancy be made Loves object Must th' Almighty's love be said To dwell in Man whose tongue cannot deliver The least of thanks unto so great a Giver Will the Sun-gazing Eagle that soars high Descend t' assist the web-infolded Fly Will he that hearkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick turn away to hear Confounding discords or will any woo A perjur'd enemy to come and go Into his Courts will any hand forbear To strike at him that labors to impair His worth and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds Will he that is betray'd Affect the Trayor and with patience sue For reconcilement when as death is due All this blest Heav'n will do that he might place Vain man within the Covenant of Grace Consider man how often hath this Mirror Of pure affection woo'd thee from thine error Thou inconsiderate dust which every winde Can puff away how canst thou prove unkinde To such a Lover that delights to spin His bowels out to nourish thee within His milky bosom Shall his bounty crave Thy base acceptance Shall he be a slave To his own slaves Ah shall thy God implore And beg of beggars to receive his store Does he whom Heav'n and Earth cannot contain No nor the Heav'n of Heav'ns stoop down to gain Thy dull respects And ah wilt thou not raise Thy stupid Soul an inch to give him praise Thy fervent Prayers he always will admit Then how canst thou remember to forget A God so mindful How canst thou forbear To numerate his love without a tear How can thine eyes when thou observ'st the Sun Refuse to weep to see him daily run His painful Progress and rejoyce to greet The Earth with lustre to direct thy feet Thy sinful feet which every moment slide Into Rebellion loaded with thy pride How canst thou choose when thou behol'dst the ground Whereon thou tread'st but voluntary drown'd Thy self in briny flouds to think what care Indulgent Heav'n hath taken to prepare For thee before thou wert and how his hand Hath for thy profit fertiliz'd the Land How can thy rocky heart refuse to vent A stream of bloud when thou beholdst th'extent Of the unbounded Ocean how it hides Within the bosom of her swelling Tydes Diversities of Fish which live to seed Thy gulf of gluttony at time of need Uncloud thy thoughts O Man and thou shalt set He who ordained all these things for thee Created thee for him that thou mayst give The praise to him that lends thee leave to live Be serious Man consider how thou hast Converted all these blessings into waste Know that the great Edificer of things Furnisht thy Soul with Reason gave thee wings To fly above all mortals and hath crown'd Thy head with heaps of Honor and hath bound Inferior creatures prentice to thy will And this he did because thou shouldst fulfill Thy Gods Commands but thou that wert the best Hast made thy self more loathsome than the rest And by thy most derested deviation Abus'd thy glory of thy free Creation Though the Majestick Eagles will despise To be assistant to th' intangled Flies Yet Heav'n will from his lofty Throne descend And with a speedy cheerfulness defend The sons
Craving thy succour Where 's thy love become Because th' art deaf ah wu'dst thou have him dumb 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 Heav'n will fill thy Cisterns to the brim And feed thy Soul because thou hast sed him Should the Grandfather of true Charity Pass by the gates and hear thee beg and cry And not relieve thee should he slight thy prayers 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 faint For want of food Ah whither wouldst thou fly 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 mercies lies relief When our impris'ned Souls peep throw the grates Of this corrupting Earth our God dilates 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 dark Center let his Beams reflect Upon a Molehil with as much respect As on a Mountain for his glorious Beams Shine always with equivalent extreams Even so the great and powerful Three in One That sits upon his all-inlight'ning Throne Does not deny to let his mercy crown The poorest Peasant with as much renown As the most stateliest Emperor though he Invests his body with more dignity 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 Rouse 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 th' unblotted volume of thy mind Himself recorded so will he imbrace Thy spotless Soul and fill thee with his grace Incline thine ears and let thâ— heart rejoyce To hear the strains of his harmonious voice Harken and thou shalt hear his Prophets sing Th' admired Mercies of the glorious King Thus saith the great and ever-living One That rules the heav'ns governs earth alone 43. Thus saith the Lord that takes delight to dwel Amongst his Saints that formed Israel Created Jacob let thy sorrows flee 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 art mine I will be with thee when thy feet shall wade Thorow the waters I will be thy aid I le make thee walk through Rivers and the waves Shall prove ambitious to become thy slaves And when thou walkest through the raging fire Th' unruly flames shall not presume t' 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 Aegppt Seba and Ethiopia too To ransome thee for thou wert my delight And always pretious in my gracious sight Honors were heapt upon thee and thou wert The tender love of my affecting heart Therefore even I that am well pleas'd will give People for thy dear sake that thou mayst live Fear not for I am with thee and I 'le stand In thy defence and my all-grasping hand Shall bring thy seed from the remotest places And fill thee with my satisfying graces 6. My tongue shall call unto the North and say Unto the South Give and they shall obey Bring from a far my Sons and Daughters all Hear my loud voice be active when I call 7 I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honour'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blind and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestie I le cure the deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To hear the Ecchoes of my warbling voice Thus hath our God unty'd the tongues and broke His Prophets lips thus have his Prophets spoke And wilt thou be O man so much obdure As not to credit him that will assure Perpetual happiness Thou canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamefac'd Soul that so thou mayst discry Jehovahs mercies with a faithful eye Descant upon his promises advise With thy own thoughts let reason make thee wise Inspect thy self weigh well thy own condition And thou shalt find thou want'st a good Physitian To cure thy maculated Soul Alas Thou art like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortifi'd and fenc'd about That one weak knock soon lets the Pris'ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this Earth Afford thy thoughts more than a short-liv'd mirth A mirth that fills thee with deluding toys And like a Tyrant afterwards destroys Dot'st thou on Earth For what because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye because her treasure Can cram thy bags because her Syrens song Can ravish thee because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury because her charms Can court thee with delight because her arms Can pleasingly imbrace thee and impost Thy heart with gold and lull thee when th' ast lost Thy self in sleep Is this the little All That this great World can boast of Must we call These things our pleasures No they 'l prove our Our golden Fetters and our silken Snares These are the Joys we love these are the things cares That make us fly with our Icarian wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waxen plume Dissolve with heat and like presumptuous slaves Tumble our selves into the raging waves Of speedy Ruine Ruine's all that we Must hope t' obtain from Earths base treasurie Let 's scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistress with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th'unconstant glory of her fickle state Even as the subtile Crocodile prepares Her flatt'ring heart and eye-commanding tears To woo her Prey to come within the power Of her command that so she may devour With more facility and make her jaws To
execute by her tyrannike Laws Even so this World those Crocodile-like eyes Are always flowing wanting no supplies Of gliding tears to wash the rugged faces Of her designs with falsifying graces That so she may by her too smooth delusion Make Man the Author of his own confusion Frail flesh and blood how canst thou take delight To love this World that cannot give a mite Of comfort to thee but will still intrap And daily lull thee in her lustful lap Shee 'l rock thy Soul to ruine and shee 'l spawn Baseness into thee shee 'l deceive and fawn Upon the heart and with her guilded baits Shee 'l hook thy Soul unto the worst of fates There 's nothing in her that deserves the name Of Constancy her glory is her shame Smile at her tears for every drop she vents Harbors ten thousand thousand discontents Believe her not but when she speaks the best Believe the worst and if she promise rest Assure thy self of trouble if she chance To promise Treasure let thy thoughts advance Above her promises contemn her dross For what thou gain'st from her will be thy loss Let not her wealthy Donatives perswade Thy heart t' accept when once thou art betray'd There 's no resistance They that well advise Before they act deserve the name of wise But they that study in her frantick Schools May prove her wise men but Heav'ns out-cast fools Ask her the way to Bliss try if her skill Can give directions ask her if she will Fill thee with blest Eternity conjure Her helpless aid see if she can assure A safety to thee ask her if she can Prescribe a cure for a despairing Man Tell her thy Soul is sick thou canst not live A minure longer see if shee can give A Cordial to thee see if she can heal A broken heart see if she can reveal Celestial Joys unto thee and impart A heav'nly comfort to thy grieved heart If so cheer up and prosecute thy mirth And say there is no other Heaven but Earth Do thus fond Man and thou shalt quickly see A baffl'd World that cannot answer thee But must be silent for she cannot plead For her own self she knows she cannot lead The way to Heav'n she 's but a bad Director A base Believer and a worse Protector Thus shalt thou make her envy swell and burst And like the Basilisk discover'd first She needs must dye but if she should discover Thee first farewel th' art murder'd by thy Lover Then shalt thou hear the Soul-amazing tone Of him that sits on his immortal Throne Pronounce against thee at the dreadful day Of thy accounts thus shalt thou hear him say Depart ye cursed off-springs of a Father As curst as you avoid my sight go gather The fruits of your deserts you have forgot The God that made you and I know ye not See if the World within whose folding arms You always slept can quit thee from the harms That must ensue see if her flatt'ring power Can shelter thee from the ore-flowing shower Of my fast-dropping rage see if her brest Can entertain thee with eternal rest Be gone be gone my fury hates to see Such Miscreants had you remember'd me I now had known you had you made me eat When I was forc'd to importune for meat I now would bless you with celestial dyet And crown your Souls with everlasting quiet Had you but quencht my raging thirst or gave A single drop that very drop should save Your death-adjudged Souls and you should sup Abundant comforts from my streaming Cup Had you sad sons of vengeance but supply'd My nakedness with Garments when I cry'd And calld upon your charity to send Relief unto me I had been your friend Or had your more than marble hearts reliev'd M'impris ned body now ye had not griev'd Had you your world-affined Souls addrest Your selves unto me when I was opprest With lingrging sickness then I would have fed Your Souls which now are starv'd with heav'nly bread But since you have not done it unto those Which I esteem'd y 'ave prov'd your selves my foes Therefore be gone 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 fruit 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 stomach 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 Eternity My tongue shall style you blessed and my voice Shall raise your Souls and teach you to rejoyce Your unexcised pleasures shall abound To infinite your ravisht 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 Mercy-seat And there rejoyce with a tryumphant mirth My Love shall live with them that hated Earth Obdurate Man here here thou mayst descry 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 dilate Thy Soul unto him Is thy brazen heart Impenetrable Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter Hast thou vow'd To stop thy ears 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 entail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart What dost thou think Hell's void of flames or that thy God will wink At thine enormities Go rally all Thy thoughts together and discreetly sall Into a serious study Let thy mind Be absolute and really enclin'd To meditation contradict the rage Of thine own passion labour to asswage The fire of lust that so thou mayst behold With more serenity 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 The Soul was in before the grand Physitian Of Heav'n and Earth spontaniously set down A balm from his own Gilead to crown The sons of grief think what we 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 asperared 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 scal'd His Ivory Walls remember how they spawl'd Upon his face remember how they bawl'd And banded at his Agony whilst he Prov'd patient Martyr to their tyranny Remember when he came unto the brink Of death they gave him vinegar to drink Nay more because they vowd to empty all Their poys'ned malice out they gave him Gall. Oh bitter deed Oh most abhorred Crimes Too nearly parallel'd 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 owe 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 shu'd 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-bred Favors Favors unexpected Deserve to be imbrac'd and not neglected Do not rash Soul like Cleopatra 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 super anuated 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 prov'd himself his most obedient Son And wilt thou not copy wretch drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him that drank a cup To sweeten thine thou need'st not fear nor scorn To taste because Heav'ns sacred Vnicorn Hath purg'd the wa'ers 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 Their inward force and mutually proclaim An open War brave Combatants of fame And having fummon'd their imbowel'd might March boldly on and both incens'd they fight The Toad being heavy loaded cannot go Or wheel about like his encountring foe But keeps his ground 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 t' 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 crop-sick brest Seeks for relief and by and by discries A Plantain 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 Plantain 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 sight 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 Soul 'T is true for I am well Sat. Say whither art thou going Soul Not to Hell Sa. Pish talk no more of that but tel me whither Thou go st come prithee let 's go both together Soul 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 shown Mischance oft falls to them that walk alone Be not so much a verse as to neglect This opportunity I can protect Thy feet from sliding dangers still attend Those that despise 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 show 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 shal not stray Or fear the evils of a dangerous way But as for you I needs must borrow leave To say your friendship 's onely to deceive Conâ—â—â—ion paths your ways and if I run By your advise Ineeds 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 labor to divorce Thy lips from this too fabulous discourse Guild not thy words with vanity perswade These thoughts which are erroneous to evade Thy serious mind advise and thou shalt 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 'r great to thy destruction they 'l connive stories And fawn nay almost bury thee alive They 'l talk of Heavn and Hell they 'l tell thee Of endless boundless unconceived glories They 'l tell thee of Eternity and woo Thy Soul out of thy ears if thou ' lt
desires I 'm tost from wave to wave And am become a most distracted slave Those heavenly thoughts which formerly frequenred The closet of my brest are now prevented By base bred fancies fancies that arise From a soul brain and makes me to despise Almost my self I know not what to do I dare not oh I dare not yield to you And yet I hardly can believe thou wilt Burthen thy conscience with so foul a guilt As to betray me sure thou art morekind Than to abuse a well-affected mind But yet I dare not trust a Soul pursuer Because thou kil'st when thou pretend'st to cure I reel I reel if not sustain'd I shall Receive a sudden and a deadly fall What shall I do in this deplor'd condition I fear I fear I 've lost my best Physitian Try Satan try and see what may be done For a sick Soul that foolishly has run Beyond it self oh see what thou canst do To give me ease and then I 'le call the true Sat. Now Soul I love thee rouze bid grief depart Thou hast the symptomes of an honest heart Me thinks I could with much content afford To say thou speak'st a Christian at a word Cheer up and know that many troubles wait Upon the changes of an ancient State The work of Reformation always brings Trouble at first but afterwards it sings Anthems of Peace whose fortunate event Will more than countervail thy discontent He that has spent the treasure of his days Under one Roof has reason to dispraise The troubles of removing yet at last When his defatigating cares are past He may declare himself to be a debter To fortune and confess that Life the better Even so mayst thou dear Soul hereafter say Blest be that hand which led thee from the way And paths of Ignorance although at first 'T is often known beginnings are the worst Thou feel'st a private nakedness within Because thou hast uncloath'd thy self of sin Although I must confess there cannot be A vacuum in Nature yet in thee There is an emptiness and must be still For what is empty craves a time to fill If he whose stomach hath sustain'd the rage Of sharp'ning hunger should at first asswage His appetite with fulness would it not Produce a surfeit and impose a blot Upon his wisdom raising such a strife Within his Microcosmus that his life Would be endanger'd therefore learn by rote That moderation is the chiefest note In all my Gammut none can sing so high A note as moderation only I. If I should let thee make too large a meal Of my rich joyes at first I should reveal Too much of folly for it thou shouldst take A surfeit at the first it needs must make Thee fear nay hate to entertain my diet 'T is better far to spare at first than riot Moreover should I let thee taste thy fill At first I know the reins of thy fierce will Would scorn a hand 't is dangerous to trust Presumptions spur can never want for rust Come Soul let reason rule thee do not stain Thy well-dy'd judgment 't is a greater pain To fear than sufler come I long to see Thee wanton with mee in Eternitie Then doubt no more resolve and let 's away There is no greater grief than to delay A happiness be well inform'd of this Procrastination is a foe to Bliss Sou. Thy words imposthumate my heart I feel A greater pain than ever Ixions wheel Knew how t' inflict extremities still crowd Into my thoughts my sorrows call aloud And none will hear what shall I do for I Unworthy am to live unfit to dye Except th' all ruling power above will please T'inspect my Soul and furnish me with ease To whose blest ears I 'le recommend my suit My sorrows will not let my tongue be mute Great Auditor of groans oh let my cries My sighs my tears invite thy eares thine eyes To hear and view me for I must confess My crimes are great and I am nothing less Than what is least alas and nothing better Than what is worst oh pardon me thy debter I 'm rost with grief and know not where to fleer My shipwrack'd self but still my fins appear Before my face whose looks almost affright And make me start into eternal night What shall I do or whether shall I flee That am an alien Lord except to thee From thee I cannot and I am too vile To come unto thee having made a spoyl Of those most sacred mercies which thy hand Confer'd upon me there is no command But I have broke yet gracious Lord I know That thy abounding mercies can o'reflow My sand excelling sins which cannot lie Absconded from thine all-surveying 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 powerful hand Of active Satan weaken Lord his power And add unto my strength let every hour Afford new mercies mercies that may sail Into my brest ah should my Foe prevail Oh then I perish shorten Lord his chain And lengthen out my patience oh make vain His fierce attempts that he my feel and see When he is strongest I 'm as strong as he Then shall my lips extol thee and proclaim 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 Amen 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 Ten'ment of thee dost thou think that I Will hear thy prayers oh no I scorn thee fye Away begon Sou. What voice is this that makes this bold intrusion Into my ears and grumbles out confusion Me thinks I see a storm-portending cloud Bowel'd with thunder and I hear a loud And horrid noyse a noyse that will confound A wel-prepared ear to hear the sound Who would not quake at such a voice as this That roars forth Malice with an Emphasis My thoughts are interrupted and amazement Flashes like Lightning through the brittle casement Of my ill glased-brest it cannot be The voice 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 voice 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 finds a voice To speak my understanding shall rejoyce In knowing who it is this heart of mine Shall never quake at any voice but thine Then let hels deep-mouth'd blood-hound roar and thunder I le neither fear
thy Name Which through the World is so renown'd Let man thy glorious works proclaim Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd As Beasts to men subjected be So Lord subject mans heart to thee Ejaculat. 13. In all extreams Lord thou art still The Mount whereto my hopes do flee O make my soul derest all Ill Because so much abhor'd by thee Lord let thy gracious tryals show That I am just or make me so Ejaculat. 14. Great God whom Fools deny how dare Our lips request thy glorious eyes If thou but see thou canst not spare And what thou seest thou must despise Lord make us hear thy saying voice Then may'st thou see and we rejoyce Ejaculat. 15. Lord cleanse my heart and guide my tongue Preserve my lips from false deceit Protect my hands from doing wrong Teach whom to love and whom to hate Instruct me how to take and give Lord grant me this and I shall live Ejaculat. 16. Lord teach my Reins that in the night My tutor'd Reins may tutor me And keep me always in thy sight For in thy sight all pleasure be Let not my soul in darkness stray O thou my life O thou my way Ejaculat. 17. Behold my Right and right my wrongs Thou Saviour of all those that trust O I am weak my Foes are strong Lord thou art gracious thou art just O make me rightly prize this life And let thy glory be my strife Ejaculat. 18. Great God my strength at whose command Whil'st I serve thee all creatures serve me Protect me from my Foe mans hand O as thou hast preserv'd preserve me With peaceful conquest crown my days And I will crown thy power with praise Ejaculat. 19. Great God the work of whose high hands The glory of thy Name declare How perfect sweet are thy Commands How purely just thy Precepts are Cleanse all my sins clear every spot Both open secret known forgot Ejaculat. 20. Accept O God my holy fires Lead thou our Armies give success Bless our designs grant our desires O hear and help in our distress Preserv'd by thee we shall prevail When Chariots flee and horses fail Ejaculat. 21. O God whose Judgments are severe And mercies full of sweet compassion Scourge thou thy Foes save those that fear Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation And I will spend my joyful days In Psalms of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 22. My Jesus thou that wert no less Than God and yet with men forlorn Earths Comforter yet comfortless Heavens Glory yet to men a scorn What thanks shall I return to thee That wert all this and more for me Ejaculation 23. Great Shepherd of my Soul thy hand Both gives me food and guides my way Subject my will to thy command And I shall never starve nor stray If thou wilt keep me in thy sight Thy House shall be my whole delight Ejaculat. 24. Lord purge my heart and cleanse my hand Direct my tongue and guide my will For nothing that 's unclean can stand Within thy great thy glorious Hill Lift up my heart deprest with sin And let the King of Glory in Ejaculat. 25. Lord guide my footsteps in thy truth And let thy grace be my repose Forgive the frailties of my youth And free me from my causeless Foes Redeem thine Israel from their hand And bring me to thy promis'd Land Ejaculat. 26. Lord keep me just and judg my right Prove thou my reins and try my heart O make thy Temple my delight And fix my dwelling where thou art Redeem my Soul confirm my ways And give me power to give thee praise Ejaculat. 27. My God whose fear drives fear away Shew me the beauty of thy House Preserve me in the evil day That I may sing and pay my vows Lord grant me fear and guard my path Give patience and with patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my restless soul may fly Blest be thy Name when I invoke Thou hear'st my suit and send'st supply My Foes confound or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voice of thine And shall that voice not startle me Nor stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-bore mine ear Thy Voice is lost I cannot hear Ejaculat. 30. Lord let the evening of my grief Be 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 launce my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early to implore For I am lost till thou 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 Whilst 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 sinners 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 peace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot I 've pains without and pangs within O thou that art the God of rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make me 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 e're 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
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 Kingdome brings Justice Redemption power and peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All praises Honour Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voice like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Air 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 likewise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more than men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly deso ate 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 once more 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 handâ—s his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guardhim from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judge 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 beauteous Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rayes 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 die upright Ejaculat. 82. Sim the glory of the Earth And subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be founded upon thy foundation Of all delights I wish no other Than to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease to be Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprise 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 Be 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 in our sad hearts and bless Our prosperous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousand there Do daily fall before mine eye 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 shower 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 bowes every knee Teach me thy way thy Will 's 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 rule and judge 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 bosome reap that light Which thou hast sown for the upright Ejaculat. 93. Great God of Wonders that dost ope The Gate of Life to our glad days And found'st a help beyond all hope O give us mouths to give thee praise So guide our ways just Judge 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 leprous 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 chearful heart Guide thou our ways and let us be The sheep where thou the Shepherd art For Lord thy truth is always sure 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 sin and born in sorrow Our breath 's a blast our life a span But here to day and gone to morrow How needfnl Lord is thy support Our days are bad our times are short Ejaculat. 98. O thou within whose tender brest Full streams of sweet compassion flow Whose Mercies cannnot be