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
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
eyes Maintain thine honor 'T is not me The proud conâ—â—â—â—â— 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 taâ—e my part Let malice do the worst it can Although in snar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger then a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my footsteps in thy wayes Quell thou the power of th' uniust 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 teares oh when wilt thou With Joy requite the weary sower So blesse my labours that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possesse oâ— what I crave Brings no content gâ—â—â—â— God to me If what I would oâ— what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it â—â—â—â—e Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant my fears within my brest That I may wallâ— thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my dayes Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Syoâ—â— glory Isâ—â—â—â— peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be alwayes Foes T' afflict the souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let 〈…〉 of thine Confound or â—â—re thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers to whom should I Implore but thee in my distresse For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fil'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 fierâ—â— 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 untill 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 musicke in thine eare Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Lightn'd by thee may give us light Let their bright luster 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 sâ—â—â— Advance sâ—me hâ—nâ—â— Lord to thee That didst and canst do whâ—t thou please Let others worship wood and stone My soul shall blesse thee Lord alone Ejaculat. 129. Good God where ere I cast mine eye On earth beneath or heaven above I see thy goodness and I spye Perpetuall pledges of thy love Thy favours 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 henskill And â—â— my â—â—nguâ— for eâ—eâ—â—yâ—d Thy praise shal 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 the name Be thou my God in all distresse And let thy hand be my â—â—dâ—â—sâ—e Ejaculat. 132. Lord thou that mad'st me and do'st pâ—y Into the sâ—oâ—ors of my heart From whose all presence none can flye Nor hide them there but where thoâ—â—â—t Inform my soul inflame my brest And lead â—â— to eternall Rest Ejaculat. 133. Lord keep me from my self that am The greatest Foe I need to fear O cover thou my faâ—â— with sâ—â—â—â—â— 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 finde a tongue To cry for help finde thou an care Whilst others seek to do mâ— wrong Make thou O God my conâ—ciâ—nâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— In those self-snares they haue prepâ—r'd Let my insnarâ—â—â— be insnar'd Ejaculat. 135. When winter fortunes cloud the brows Of summer friends when eyes grow strange When plighted faiths forget their vows 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 thy Laws For then my sorrows are but just But let thy mercies plead my cause 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 ere my sins have bin Thy mercy's greater then 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 can not aspâ—re To know Lord teach me to admire Ejaculat. 139. O Lord my iudgements dark and blind It cannot judge twiâ—t good and ill My will is captiv'd and confin'd It wants a freedome how to will Great Lord o pow'r great God of might Release my bands restore my sight Ejaculat. 140. Great God whose goodness doth repleate 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 then 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 Syon sings and Israel â—eaâ—s O stop those lusts that stop our tongues And fright thy glory from our eares Do thou enlarge what flesh retaâ—es And bind those Kings our lusts in chaines Ejaculat. 143. Lord season my unsavory spiâ—iâ— And bridle my too headstrong will That I may alwayes take delight In acting good and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O give me grace to understand My life is alwayes in thy hand Ejaculat. 144. Direct my steps Lord be my way And make thy patheâ— my sole delight That like a traveller I may Not fail to rest with thoâ— at night O me how happie and how blest Lord should I be in such a restâ— Ejaculat. 145. Lord let the morning of my griâ—fe Finde on t a night of lasting pleasure Thou art the God in my relieâ— In povertie thou art my treasure I care not Lord how poor I be Unto the world â—rich to thee Ejaculat. 146. Lord let thy sacred fâ—â—e thaw The Ice of my hard froâ—en zeal And let thy will be my known Law So shall my heart thy worâ—h reveal And with a haâ—â—â—ujous Song My tongue shal praise thee all day long Ejaculat. 147. Great King of Peace be pleas'd to send Thy Peace to our disteâ—pen'd Land O we are bad teach us t' amend And let not ruin 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 VVars â—â— those O may such waâ—s as these encreasâ— Untill our conquests end in Peace Ejaculat. 149. Lord let the praises of thy power Advance the power of thy praise Let every day let every 〈◊〉 Praise thee till 〈◊〉 fâ—il and dayes To thee all power and praise be given By Saints on Earth by Souls in Heaven THE END Isa. 43. 1. 2 3 4 5 6 7 * Psal 81. 16
the weakest sound But yet it strongly eccho'd to the voyce Of his desires and made him love his choyce Even as some bold-fac'd General that dares To storm a well-man'd Town at first prepares A potent Army which he soon sets down Before the Walls of the alarum'd Town He after views the ruine-threatning-Fort Which speaks defiance and begins to sport Their several shots and with a sad delight Ingage each other in a bloody fight Then if the fierce Besiegers once perceive Themselves out-strength'd they think it fit to leave So hot a work and for a little space Desist and fall upon a weaker place Where finding smaller opposition venture With greater courage and at last they enter The yielding Town and cruelly begin To take revenge of them that are within Even so the grim-look'd malice-armed Devil The base-resolved General of Evil Perceiving that he could by no means take The sublime Fort of Heav'n plots how to make A fresh attempt upon a weaker part And so prepares to storm the flexive heart Of unresisting Eve that could not grapple With such a Foe but yielded for an Apple To those most false Alarums which surrounded Her much obedient and soon confounded Her inward parts and gave her Soul a wound Which cannot be by time or art made sound Except the grand Physician please to slake His swelling fury and some pity take Thus are our conquer'd parents sadly left In a deplor'd condition and bereft Of all their comforts they which have enjoy'd The life of happiness are now destroy'd And man his wretched off-spring must be made Sorrows sad heir and Peace must not be said T' inhabit in him Adams actual sin Made ours original for we begin As soon as made to entertain the guests Of Sin and lodg them in our infant-brests Now may our weak and despicable eyes Behold in them our ample miseries Now we may glut the Air with this sad cry The root being dead the branches needs must dye For Adam's gone beyond all humane call Rebellion never ends without a Fall But stay my Muse here let us rest a while Our Journey 's long and 't is not good to toil Too much at first for Reason says 't is best To pause a time and take a little rest Know then kind Reader that my Muse shall meet Thy serious eyes within another sheet The end of the first Book THE SECOND BOOK OF GODS LOVE AND Mans Unworthiness ARe all hopes fled and is there no relief Must man still wander in the shades of grief Will not the eye of Heav'n be pleas'd to shine Upon his Soul but leave him in the brine Of his own sins Is there no warbling voyce Can charm his ears and woo him to rejoyce In being pitiful Will nothing move The much incensed Soul of Heav'n to love Man Map of Misery who can prevail In thy requests or who cut off th' entail Of thy distress 'T is not a writ of Error Can satisfie or guard thee from 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 Judg 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 disery Therefore till heav'n shal please to change the sâ—â— 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 crystal tokens to her smaller friends Even so our God distilleth from above The healing streams of his refreshing love For ah the luster 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 floods 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 fili'd with pity and his eyes Begin to view th' unsatiate 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 furnish'd with relief Oh sudden change That wind which did before Drive wretched man upon the threat'ning shore Of unâ—voyding ruine fills the â—ails Of his desires with milde and prosperous gales The Boreas of his sin does now surcease His full mouth'd blasts and Zâ—phyrâ—â— speaâ—s 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 diety would fill The black-mouth'd concave of my wandring quill With pure celestial Ink that I might write In heav'nly characters and learn t' indite I châ—â—ahs praises in a stile as high As my desires and make the lofty Sky Eccho with Hallelujahs that the Earth May like a Midwife hug the joyful birth Of every word and make each corner ring VVith 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 VVhat shall we be afraid to â—rack and break The chains of silence and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels No let 's call Vpon 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 crown'd with a Heav'n-ravish'd brest O love ineffable Must wretched Man The spawn of baseness and the unmeasur'd span â—f 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 VVill the Sun-gazing Eagle that soars high Descend t'
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
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 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 voyce be active when I call I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honor'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blâ—â—d and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestic I'lâ— cuâ—â— thâ—deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To â—â—aâ— the 〈…〉 of my warbling voyce 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 Aâ— not to credit him that will assure Perpeâ—â—al happiness â—hâ—u canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamâ—â—ae d Soul that so thou mayst discry 〈…〉 mercies with a faithful eye â—â—â—â—aut upon his pâ—omiâ—es advise With chine own thoughts let Reason make thee wise â—â—spâ—ct thy self weigh well tâ—ine own condition And thou shalt find thou waâ—t'st a good Physician â—o cure thy â—â—aculatâ—d Soul Alas Thou aâ—â— like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortily'd and fene'd about That one weak knock soon leâ—â— the prisâ—ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this â—irth Afford thy thoughts more then a shortâ—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 Sirens 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 imbost 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 cares Our golden fetters and our silken snaâ—es These are the Ioys we love these are the things That makes us fly with our Icariaâ— wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waâ—en 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 to obtain from Earths base treaâ—urâ—â— Le ts scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistriss with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th' unconstant glory of her sickle State Even as the subtle Crocodile prepares Her slatt'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 whose Crocodile like eyes Are always slowing 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 slesh 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 dayly lull thee in her lustful lap She 'l rock thy Soul to ruine and she 'l spawn Baseness into thee she 'l deceive and fawn Upon thy heart and with her guilded baits She '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 losâ— 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 minute longer see if she 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 sâ—ale quickly see A bassl'd World that cannot answer thee Bâ—t must be silent for she cannot pleaâ— For her own self she knows she cannot lead The way to Heav'n she 's but a bad Director A base Reliever 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 farewell th' art murthet'd by thy lover Then shalt thou heat the Soul amazing tone Of him that sieâ— 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 avoyd 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 slatt'ring power Can shelter thee from the o'â—â— flowing showre Of my fast dropping rage see if her brest Can entertain thee with eternal rest Begone begone 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 blest you with celestial dyet And crown your Souls with everlasting quiet Had you but quench'd my raging thâ—â—st or gave A single drop that very drop should save Your death-adjudged Souls and you should â—up Abundant comforts from my streaming cup Had you sad sons of vengeance but supply'd My nakedness with garments when I cry'd And call'd upon your charity to send Relieve unto me I had been your friend Or had your more then marble hearts reliev'd M'impris'ned body now ye had not griev'd Had you you world affined Souls addrest Your selves unto me when I was opprest With ling'ring 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 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
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
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