With hands that are defil'd As much as any other part Whilst all thy teares Thine hopes and feares Both ev'ry word and deed And thought is foule Poore filly soule How canst thou looke to speed 5. Can there no helpe be had Lord thou art holy thou art pure Mine heart is not so bad So soule but thou canst cleanse it sure Speak blessed Lord Wilt thou afford Me meanes to make it cleane I know thou â—… Thy â—…loud were spilt Should it runne still in vaine 6. Then to that blessed spring Which from my Saviours sacred side Doth flow mine heart I 'll bring And there it will be purifi'd Although the dye Wherein I lie Crimson or scarlet were This bloud I know Will make 't as snow Or wooll both cleane and cleere Embleme 18. The giving of the Heart PROV. 23.21 My sonne give me thine heart Epigr. 18. THe onely love the onely seare thou art Dear and dread Saviour of my sin-sick heart â—… heart thou gavest that it might be mine Take thou mine heart then that it may be thine ODE 18. 1. Give thee mine â—… Lord so I would And there 's great reason that I should If it were worth the having Yet sure thou wilt esteem that good Which thou hast purchas'd with thy bloud And thought it worth the craving 2. Give thee mine heart Lord so I will If thou wilt first impart the skill Of bringing it to thee But should I trust my selfe to give Mine heart as sure as I doe live I should deceived be 3. As all the value of mine heart Proceeds from favour not â—… Acceptance is its worth So neither know I how to bring A present to my heav'nly King Unlesse he set it forth 4. Lord of my life me thinkes I heare Thee say that thee alone to feare And thee alone to love Is to bestow mine heart on thee That other giving none can be Whereof thou wilt approve 5. And well thou dost deserve to be Both loved Lord and fear'd by me So good so great thou art Greatnesse so good goodnesse so great As paâ—…eth all finite conceit And ravisheth mine heart 6. Should I not love thee blessed Lord Who freely of thine owne accord Laid'st downe thy life for me For me that was not dead alone But desp'ratly transcendent grown In enmitie to thee 7. Should I not feare before thee Lord Whoâ—… hand â—… heaven at whose word Devills themselves doe quake Whose eyes out-shine the Sunne whose beck Can the whole â—… of Nature check And its foundations shake 8. Should I with-hold mine heart from thee The fountaine of felicity Before whose presence is Fulnesse of joy at whose right hand All pleasures in perfection stand And everlasting blisse 9. Lord had I hearts a million And â—…riads in ev'ry one Of choisest loves and feares They were too little to bestow On thee to whom I all things owe I should be in arreares 10. Yet since mine heart 's the most I have And that which thou dost chiefely crave Thou shalt not of it misse Although I cannot give it so As I should doe I 'll offer 't though Lord take it here it is Embleme 19. The Sacrifice of the Heart PSAL 51.17 The sacrifices of God are a broken heart Epigr. 19. NOr calves nor bulls are sacrifices good Enough for thee who gav'st for me thy bloud And more â—… that thy life Take thine own part Great God that gavest all here take mine heart ODE 19. 1. Thy former covenant of old Thy Law of Ordinances did require Fat sacrifices from the fold And many other oft rings made by fire Whilst thy first Tabernacle stood All things were consecrate with â—… 2 And can thy better Covenant Thy law of grace and truth by Jesus Christ It s proper sacrifices want For such an Altar and for such a Priest No no thy Gospell doth require Choyse off'rings too and made by fire 3. A sacrifice for â—…nne indeed Lord thou didst make thy self and once for all So that there never will be need Of any more sin-off'rings great or small The life bloud thou did'st shed for me Hath set my soule for ever free 4. Yea the same sacrifice thou dost Still offer in behalfe of thine elect And to improve it to the most Thy Word and Sacraments doe in effect Offer thee oft and sacrifice Thee daily in our eareâ—… and eyes 5. Yea each beleeving soule may take Thy sacrificed flesh and bloud by faith And therewith an atonement make For all its trespasses thy Gospell faith Such infinite transcendent price Is there in thy sweet sacrifice 6. But is this all Must there not be Peace-offerings and sacrifices of Thanksgiving tendered unto thee Yes Lord I know I should but mock and scoffe Thy sacrifice for â—…nne should I My sacrifice of praise deny 7. But I have nothing of mine owne Worthy to be presented in thy fight Yea the whole world affords not one Or Ramme or Lambe wherein thou canst delight Lesse then my self it must not be For thou didst give thy self for me 8. My self then I must sacrifice And so I will mine heart the onely thing Thou dost above all other prize As thine owne part the best I have to bring An humble heart 's a sacrifice Which I know thou wilt not despise 9. Lord be my altar â—… Mine heart thy sacrifice and â—… thy Spirit Kindle thy fire of love that I Burning with zeale to magâ—… thy merit May both consume my â—… and â—… Etâ—…nall â—…phie to thy â—… Embleme 20. The weighing of the Heart PROV. 21.2 The Lord pondereth the heart Epigr. 20. THe heart thou giv'st as a great gift my love Brought to the triall nothing such will prove If Iustice equall baliance tell thy fight That weighed with my Law it is too light ODE 20. 1. 'T is true indeed an heart Such as it ought to be Entire and sound in ev'ry part Is alwayes welcome unto me He that would please me with an offering Cannot a better have although he were a King 2. And there is none so poore But if he will he may Bring mean heart although no more And on mine altar may it lay The sacrice which I like best is such As rich men cannot beast and poore men need not grutch 3. Yet ev'ry heart is not A gift sufficient It must be purg'd from ev'ry spot And all to pieces must be rent Though thou hast sought to circumcise and bruise't It must be weighed too or else I shall refuse 't 4. My ballances are just My Law 's an equall weight The beame is strong and thou maist trust My steady hand to hold it streight Were thine heart equall to the world in â—…ght Yet it were nothing worth if it should prove too light 5. And so thou see'st it doth My pond rous Law doth presse This scale but that as fill'd with froth Tilts up and makes no shew of stresse Thine heart is empty sure or else it would In weight as well as bulke better proportion
mine if when thou wilt returne I let thee lie Embleme 12. The powring out of the Heart LAM. 2. 19. Powre out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord Epigr. 12. WHy dost thou hide thy wounds why dost thou hide In thy close breast thy wishes and so side With thine owne soares and so rowes Like a spout Of water let thine heart to God break out ODE 12. The Soule 1. Can death or hell be worse then this estate Anguish amazement horror and confusion Drowne my distracted mind in deep distresse My grief 's grown so transcendent that I hate To heare of comfort as a false Conclusion Vainly inferr'd from feigned Premises What shall I do what strange course shall I try That though I loath to live yet dare not die Christ 2. Be rul'd by me I 'll teach thee such a way As that thou shalt not onely draine-thy mind From that destructive deluge of distresse That overwhelmes thy thoughts but clear the day And soone recover light and strength to find And to regaine thy long lost happinesse Confesse pray Say what it is doth aile thee What thou wouldst have and that â—…all soon avaâ—…e theeâ—… The Soule 3. Confesse and pray If that be all I will Lord I am sick and thou art health restore me Lord I am weake and thou art strength sustaine me Thou art all goodnesse Lord and I all ill Thou Lord art holy I uncleane before thee Lord I am poor and thou art rich maintaine me Lord I am dead and thou art life revive me Justice condemnes let mercy Lord reprieve me 4. A wretched miscreant I am compos'd Of finne and misery 't is hard to say Which of the two allyes me most to hell Native corruption makes me indispos'd To all that 's good but apt to go astray Prone to doe ill unable to doe well My light is darknesse and my liberty Bondage my beauty foule deformity 5. A plague of leprosie o'rspreadeth all My pow'rs and faculties I um uncleane I am uncleane my liver broyles with lust Rancor and malice overflow my gall Envy my bones doth rot and keep me leane Revengefull wrath makes me forget what 's just Mine eare 's uncircumcis'd mine eye is evill And hating goodnesse makes me parcell devill 6. My callous conscience is cauteriz'd My trembling heart shakes with continuall feare My frantick passions fill my mind with madnesse My windy thoughts with pride are tympaniz'd My poys ' nous tongue spits venome ev'ry where My wounded spirit 's swallow'd up with sadnesse Impatient discontentment plagues me so I neither can stand still nor forward goe 7. Lord I am all diseases hospitalls And bills of Mountebanks have not so many Nor halfe so bad Lord heare and help and heale me Although my guiltinesse for vengeance calls And colour of excuse I have not any Yet thou hast goodnesse Lord that may availe me Lord I have powr'd out all my heart to thee Vouchsafe one drop of mercy unto me Embleme 13. The circumcision of the Heart DEVT. 10. 16. Circumcise the foreskin of your heart an be no more stiffnecked Epigr. 13. HEre take thy Saviours crosse the nailes and speare That for thy sake his holy flesh did teare use them as knives thine heart to circumcise And dresse thy God a pleasing sacrifice ODE 13. 1. Heale thee I will But first I 'll let thee know What it comes to The plaister was prepared long agoe But thou must doe Something thy selfe that it may bee Effectually apply'd to thee 2. I to that end that I might cure thy sores Was slaine and dy'd By mine owne people was turn'd out of doores And crucify'd My side was pierced with a speare And nailes my hands and feet did teare 3. Doe thou then to thy selfe as they to mee Make haste and try The old man that is yet alive in thee To crucifie Till he be dead in thee my blood Is like to doe thee little good 4. My course of physick is to cure the soule By killing sinne So then thine owne corruptions to controule Thou must beginne Untill thine heart be citcumcis'd My death will not be duly priz'd 5. Consider then my crosse my nailes and speare And let that thought Cut Rasor-like thine heart when thou dost heare How deare I bought Thy freedome from the pow'r of sinne And that distresse which thou wast in 6. Cut out the iron finew of thy neck That it may be Supple and pliant to obey my beck And learne of me Meeknesse alone and yeelding hath A power to appease my wrath 7. Shave off thine hairy scalpe those curled locks Powd'red with pride Wherewith thy scornfull heart my judgements mocks And thinks to hide Its thunder-threatned head which bared Alone is likely to be spared 8. Rippe off those seeming robes but reall rags Which earth admires As honourable ornaâ—…nts and brags That it attires Cumbers thee with indeed Thy sores Fester with what the world adores 9. Clip thine Ambitions wings let downe thy plumes And learne to stoope Whilst thou hast time to stand Who still presumes Of strength will droope At last and flagge when he should flye Falls hurt them most that climbe most high 10. Scrape off that scaly scurffe of vanities That clogges thee so Profits and pleasures are those enemies That worke thy woe If thou wilt have me cure thy wounds First ridde each humor that abounds Embleme 14. The contrition of the Heart PSAL. 51.17 A broken and contrite heart O God thou wilt not despise Epigr. 14. HOw gladly would I bruise and breake this heart Into a thousand pieces till the smart Make it confesse that of its owne accord It wilfully rebell'd against the Lord ODE 14. 1. Lord if I had an arme of pow'r like thine And could effect what I desire My love-drawne heart like smallest wyre Bended and writhen should together twine And twisted stand With thy command Thou should'st no sooner bid but I would goe Thou should'st not will the thing I would not doe 2. But I am weake Lord and corruption strong When I would faine dâ—…e what I should Then I cannot doe what I would Mine action 's short when â—… intention 's long Though my desire be â—… as fire Yet my performance is as dull as earth And stitles its own issue in the birth 3. But what I can doe Lord I will since what I would I cannot I will try Whether mine heart that 's hard and dry Being calm'd and tempered with that Liquor which falls From mine eye-balls Will worke more pliantly and yeeld to take Such new impression as thy grace shall make 4. In mine owne conscience then as in a mortar I 'le place mine heart and bray it there If griefe for what is past and feare Of what 's to come be a sufficient torture I 'le breake it all In pieces small Sinne shall not finde a sheard without a flaw Wherein to lodge one lust against thy law 5. Remember then mine heart what thou hast done What
thou hast left undone the ill Of all my thoughts words deeds is still Thy cursed issue onely thou art growne To such a passe That never was Nor is nor will there be a sinne so bad But thou some way therein an hand hast had 6. Thou hast not been content alone to sinne But hast made others sinne with thee Yâ—… made their sinnes thine owne to be By liking and allowing them therein Who first beginnes Or followes sinnes Not his owne sinnes alone but sinneth o're All the same sinnes both after and before 7. What boundlesse sorrow can suffice a guilt Growne so transcendent Should thine eye Weepe seas of blood thy sighes outvie The winds when with the waves they run at tilt Yet they could not Cancell one blot The least of all thy sinnes against thy God Deserves a thunderbolt should be thy rod 8. Break then mine heart and since thou cannot grieve Enough at once while thou art whole Shiver thy self to dust and dole Thy sorrow to the sev'rall atomes give All to each part And by that art Strive thy dissever'd self to multiply And want of weight with number to supply Embleme 15. The humiliation of the Heart ECCL. 7.9 The patient in spirit is better then the proud in spirit Epigr. 15. MIne heart alas exalts it self too high And doth delight a loftier pitch to flye Then it is able to maintaine unlesse It feel the weight of thine imposed presse ODE 15. 1. So let it be Lord I am well content And thou shalt see The time is not mis-spent Which thou dost then bestow when thou dost quell And crush the heart that pride before did swell 2. Lord I perceive As soone as thou dost send And I receive The blessings thou dost lend Mine heart begins to mount and doth forget The ground whereon it goes where it is set 3. In health I grew Wanton began to kick As though I knew I never should be sick Diseases take me downe and make me know Bodies of brasse must pay the death they owe 4. If I but dreame Of wealth mine heart doth rise With a full streame Of pride and I despise All that is good untill I wake and spie The swelling bubble prickt with poverty 5. A little wind Of undeserved praise Blowes up my mind And my swoll'n thoughts doth raise Above themselves untill the sense of shame Makes me contemne my self-dishonour'd name 6. One moments mirth Would make me run starke mad And the whole earth Could it at once be had Would not suffice my greedy appetite Did'st thou not paine in stead of pleasure write 7. Lord it is well I was in time brought downe Else thou canst tell Mine heart would soone have flow'n Full in thy face and studi'd to-requite The riches of thy goodnesse with despight 8. Slack not thine hand Lord turne thy Screw about If thy Presse stand Mine heart may chance slip out O quest it unto nothing rather then It should forget it selfe and swell again 9. Or if thou art Dispos'd to let it goe Lord teach mine heart To lay it selfe as low As thou canst cast it that prosperity May still be temper'd with humility 10. Thy way to rise Was to descend let me My selfe despise And so ascend with thee Thou throw'st them down that lift themselves on high And raisest them that on the ground doe lie Embleme 16. The softening of the Heart IOB 23.16 god maketh my heart soft Epigr. 16. Mine heart is of it selfe a marble ice Both cold and hard but thou canâ—… in a trice Meli it like â—…axe great God if from above Thou kindle in it once thy fire of love ODE 16. 1. Nay blessed Founder leave me not If out of all this grot There can but any gold be got The time thou dost bestow the cost And paines will not be lost The bargaine is but hard at most And such are all those thou dost make with me Thou know'st thou canst not but a loser be 2. When the Sun shines with glitt'ring beames His cold dispelling gleames Turne snow and ice to wat'ry streames The waxe as soone as it hath smelt The warmth of fire and felt The glowing heat thereof will melt Yea pearles with vinegar dissolve we may And adamants in bloud of goats they say 3. If nature can doe this much more Lord may thy grace restore Mine heart to what it was before There 's the same matter in it still Though new inform'd with ill Yet can it not refist thy will Thy pow'r that fram'd it at the first as oft As thou wilt have it Lord can make it soft 4. Thou art the Sun of rightâ—… eâ—…e And though I must â—… Mine heart 's growne hard in wickednesse Yet thy resplendent rayes of light When once they come in sight Will quickly thawe what froze by night Lord in thine healing wings a pow'r doth dwell Able to melt the hardest heart in hell 5. Although mine heart in hardnesse passe Both iron steel and brasse Yea th' hardest thing that ever was Yet if thy fire thy Spirit accord And working with thy word A blessing unto it afford It will grow liquid and not drop alone â—…â—… it self â—… before thy throne 6. Yea though my flinty heart be such That the Sun cannot touch Nor fire sometimes affect it much Yet thy warme reeking self shed blood O Lamb of God 's so good It cannot alwayes be withstood That Aqua-regia of thy love prevailes Ev'n where thy powers Aqua-fortis failes 7. Then leave me not so soon dear Lord Though I neglect thy Word And what thy power doth afford Yet try thy mercy and thy love The force thereof may move When all things else successesse prove Soakt in thy bloud mine heart will soone surrender Its native hardnesse and grow soft and tender Embleme 17. The cleansing of the Heart IER. 5. 14. O Jerusalem wash thine heart from wickednesse that thou maist be saved Epigr. 17. OVt of thy wounded husbands Saviours side Espoused soul there flowes with â—… tide A sountaine for uncleannesse wash thee there Wash there thine heart and then thou need'st not feare ODE 17. 1. O endlesse misery I labour still but still in vaine The staines of sinne I see Are oaded all or dâ—…d in graine There 's not a blot Will stirre a jot For all that I can doe There is no hope In Fullers sope Though I adde nitre too 2. I many wayes have tri'd Have often soakt it in cold feares And when a time I spi'd Powred upon it scalding teares Have rins'd and rub'd And scrap't and scrub'd And turn'd it up and downe Yet can I not Wash out one spot It 's rather fouler growne 3. O miserable state Who would be troubled with an heart As I have been of late Both to my sorrow shame and smart If it will not Be cleaner got 'T were better I had none Yet how should we Divided be That are not two but one 4. But am I not starke wilde That go about to wash mine heart
admitted in my sight And to partake of mine eternall light 2. My Will's the rule of righteousnesse as free From errour as uncertainty What I would have is just Thou must desire What I require And take it upon trust If thou preferre thy will to mine The levell's lost and thou go'st out of line 3. Do'st thou not see how thine heart turnes aside And leanes toward thy self How wide A distance there is here Untill I see Both sides agree Alike with mine 't is cleer The middle is not where 't should be Likes something better though it looke at me 4. I that know best how to dispose of thee Would have thy portion poverty Lest wealth should make thee proud And me forget But thou hast set Thy voyce to cry aloud For riches and unlesse I grant All that thou wishest thou complain'st of want 5. I to preserve thine health would have thee fast From Natures dainties lest at last Thy senses sweet delight Should end in smart But thy vaine heart Will have its appetite Pleased to day though grief and sorrow Threaten to cancell all thy joyes to morrow 6. I to prevent thine hurt by clining high Would have thee be content to lie Quiet and safe below Where peace doth dwell But thou dost swell With vast desires as though A little blast of vulgar breath Were better then deliverance from death 7. I to procure thine happinesse would have Thee mercy at mine hands to crave But thou dost merit plead And wilt have none But of thine owne Till Justice strike thee dead Thus still thy wand'ring wayes decline And all thy crooked â—… go crosse to mine Embleme 24. The renewing of the Heart EZEK. 36.26 A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you Epigr. 24. ARt thou delighted with strange novelties Which often prove but old fresh garnisht lies Leave then thine old take the new heart I give thee Condemne thy self that so I may reprieve thee ODE 24. 1. No no I see There is no remedy An heart that wants both weight and worth That 's fill'd with naught but empty hollownesse And screw'd aside with stubborne wilfulnesse Is onely fit to be cast forth Nor to be given me Nor kept by thee 2. Then let it goe And if thou wilt bestow An acceptable heart on me I 'll furnish thee with one shall serve the turne Both to be kept and given which will burne With zeale yet not consumed be Nor with a scornfull eye Blast standers by 3. The heart that I Will give thee though it lie Buri'd in seas of sorrowes yet Will not be drown'd with doubt or discontent Though sad complaints sometimes may give a vent To grief and teares the checks may wet Yet it exceeds their art To hurt this heart 4. The heart I give Though it desire to live And bath it self in all content Yet will not toyle or taint it self with any Although it take a view and tast of many It feeds on few as though it meant To break fast only here And dine elsewhere 5. This heart is fresh And new an heart of flesh Not as thine old one was of stone A lively sp'ritly heart and moving still Active to what is good but slow to ill An heart that with a sigh and grone Can blast all worldly joyes As trifling toyes 6. This heart is sound And solid will be found 'T is not an empty ayrie flash That baites at Butterflies and with full cry Opens at ev'ry flirting vanity It sleights and scornes such paltry trash But for eternity Dares live or die 7. I know thy mind Thou seek'st content to find In such things as are new and strange Wander no further then lay by thine old Take the new heart I give thee and be bold To boast thy self of the exchange And say that a new heart Exceeds all art Embleme 25. The enlightening of the Heart PSAL. 34.5 They looked unto him and were lightened Epigr. 25. THou that art Light of lights the onely sight Of the blind world lend me thy saving light Disperse those mists which in my soule have made Darkenesse as deepe as hells eternall shade ODE 25. 1. Alas that I Could not before espie The soule-confounding misery Of this more then Egyptian dreadfull night To be deprived of the light And to have eyes but eyes devoid of sight As mine have been is such a woe As he alone can know That feeles it so 2. Darknesse hath been My God and me between Like an opacous doubled skreen Through which nor light nor heat could passage sind Grosse ignorance hath made my mind And understanding not bleer-ey'd but blind My will to all that 's good is cold Nor can I though I would Doe what I should 3. No now I see There is no remedy Lest in my self it cannot be That blind men in the darke should find the way To blessednesse although they may Imagine that high midnight is noone-day As I have done till now they 'll know At last unto their woe 'T was nothing so 4. Now I perceive Presumption doth bereave Men of all hope of helpe and leave Them as it finds them drown'd in misery Despairing of themselves to cry For mercy is the only remedy That sinne-sicke soules can have to pray Against this darknesse may Turne it to day 5. Then unto thee Great Lord of light let me Direct my prayer that I may see Thou that did'st make mine eyes canst soone restore That pow'r of fight they had before And if thou seest it good canst give them more The night will quickly shine like day If thou doe but display One glorious ray 6. I must confesse And I can doe no lesse Thou art the Sun of righteousnesse There 's healing in thy wings thy light is life My darkenesse death To end all â—…rise Be thou mine husband let me be thy wife Then both the light and life that 's thine Though light and life divine Will all be mine Embleme 26 The table of the Heart IER. 31.33 I will put my Law in their inward parts and write it in their hearts Epigr. 26. IN the soft table of thine heart I 'll write A new Law which I newly will ind te Hard stony tables did containe the old But tender leaves of flesh shall this infold ODE 26. 1. What will thy fight Availe thee or my light If there be nothing in thine heart to see Acceptable to me A self-writ heart will not Please me or doe thee any good I wot The paper must be thine The writing mine 2. What I indite 'T is I alone can write And write in bookes that I my self have made 'T is not an easie trade To read or write in hearts They that are skilfull in all other arts When they take this in hand Are at a stand 3. My Law of old Tables of stone did hold Wherein I writ what I before had spoken Yet were they quickly broken A signe the Covenant Contain'd in them would due
obâ—…ervance want Nor did they long remaine Coppy'd again 4. But now I 'll try What force in flesh doth lie Whether thine heart renew'd afford a place Fit for my Law of grace This covenant is better Then that though glorious of the killing letter This gives life not by merit But by my Spirit 5. When in mens hearts And their most inward parts I by my Spirit write my Law of love They then begin to move Not by themselves but me And their obedience is their liberty There are no slaves but those That serve their foes 6. When I have writ My Covenant in it View thine heart by my light and thou shalt fee A present fit for me The worth for which I look Lies in the lines not in the leaves of th book Course paper may be lin'd With words refin'd 7. And such are mine No furnace can resine The choisest silver so to make it pure As my Law put in â—… Purgeth the hearts of men Which being rul'd and written with my Pen My Spirit ev'ry letter Will make them better Embleme 27. The tilling of the Heart EZEK. 36.9 I will turne unto you and yee shall be tilled and sowne Epigr. 27. MIne heart 's a field thy crosse a plow be pleas'd Dear Spouse to till it till the mould be rais'd Fit for the seeding of thy Word then sow And if thou shine upon it it will grow ODE 27. 1. So now me thinks I find Some better vigour in my mind My will begins to move And mine affections stirre towards things above Mine heart growes bigge with hope it is a field That some good fruit may yeeld If it were till'd as it should be Not by my self but thee 2. Great Husbandman whose pow'r All difficulties can devour And doe what likes thee best Let not thy field mine heart lie lay and rest Lest it be over-runne with noysome weeds That spring of their own seeds Unlesse thy grace the growth should stoppe Sinne would be all my croppe 3. Break up my fallow ground That there may not a clod be found To hide one root of finne Apply thy plow betime now now beginne To furrow up my stiffe and starvy heart No matter for the smart Al though it roare when it is rent Let not thine hand relent 4. Corruption 's rooted deep Showres of repentaut teares must steep The mould to make it soft It must be stirr'd and turn'd not once but oft Let it have all its feasons O impart The best of all thine art For of it self it is so tough All will be but enough 5. Or if it be thy will To teach me let me learne the skill My self to plow mine heart The profit will be mine and 't is my part To take the paines and labour though th' encrease Without thy blessing cease If fit for nothing else yet thou May'st make me draw thy Plow 6. Which of thy Plowes thou wilt For then hast more then one My guilt Thy wrath thy rods are all â—… fit to â—… mine heart to pieces small And when in â—…â—… prehends thee neer 'T is furrowed with fear Each weed turn'd under hides its head And shewes as it were dead 7. But Lord thy blessed passion Is a Plow of another fashion Better then all the rest Oh fasten me to that and let the best Of all my powers strive to draw it in And leave no roome for finne The vertue of thy death can make Sinne its fast hold forsake Embleme 28. The seeding of the Heart LVKE 8.15 That on the good ground are they which with an honest and good heart having heard the Word keep it and bring forth fruit with patience Epigr. 28. Lest the field of mine heart should unto thee Great Husbandman that mad'st it barren be Manure the ground then come thy self and seed it And let thy servants water it and weed it ODE 28. 1. Nay blessed Lord Unlesse thou wilt afford Manure as well as tillage to thy field It will not yeeld That fruit which thou expectest it should beare The ground I feare Will still remaine Barren of what is good and all the graine It will bring forth As of its owne accord will not be worth The paines of gathering So poore a thing 2. Some faint desire That quickly will expire Wither and die is all thou canst expect It thou neglect To sow it now 't is ready thou â—… find That â—…â—…â—… And â—… grow Then at the first it was Thou must bestow Some further cost Else all thy former labour will be lost Mine heart no corne will breed Without thy seed 3. Thy Word is seed And manure too will seed As well as fill mine heart If once it were Well rooted there It would come on apace O then neglect No time expect No better season Now now thy field mine heart is ready reason Surrenders now Now my rebellious will begins to bow And mine affections are Tamer by farre 4. Lord I have laine Barren too long and saine I would redeem the time that I may be Fruitfull to thee Fruitfull in knowledge saith obedience Ere I goe hence That when I come At harvest to be reaped and brought home Thine Angels may My soule in thy celestiall garner lay Where perfect joy and blisse Eternall is 5. If to intreat A crop of purest wheat A blessing too transcendent should appeare For me to beare Lord make me what thou wilt so thou wilt take What thou do st make And not disdaine To house me though amongst thy coursest graine So I may be Laid with the gleanings gathered by thee When the full sheaves are spent I am content Embleme 29. The watering of the Heart ISA. 27.3 I the Lord doe keep it I will water it every moment Epigr. 29. CLose downwards tow'rds the earth open above Tow'rds heaven mine heart is O let thy love Distill in fructifying dewes of grace And then mine heart will be a pleasant place ODE 29. 1. See how this dry and thirsty land Mine heart doth gaping gasping stand And close below opens towards heav'n and thee Thou fountaine of felicity Great Lord of living waters water me Let not my breath that pants with paine Waste and consume it selfe in vaine 2. The mists that from the earth doe rise An heav'n-borne heart will not suffice Coole it without they may but cannot quench The scalding heat within nor drench Its dusty dry desires or fill one trench Nothing but what comes from on high Can heav'n-bred longings satisfie 3. See how the seed which thou did'st sow Lies parch'd and wither'd will not grow Without some moisture and mine heart hath none That it can truly call its owne By nature of it self more then a stone Unlesse thou water't it will lie Drowned in dust and still be dry 4. Thy tender plants can never thrive Whilst want of water doth deprive Their roots of nourishment which makes them call And cry to thee great All in All That seasonable show'rs of grace may fall And water them thy
Word will do 't If thou vouchsafe thy blessing to 't 5. O then be pleased to unseal Thy fountaine blessed Saviour deal Some drops at least wherewith my drooping spirits May be revived Lord thy merits Yeeld more refreshing then the world inherits Rivers yea seas but ditches are If with thy springs we them compare 6. If not whole show'rs of raine yet Lord A little pearly dew afford Begot by thy celestiall influence On some chast vapour raised hence To be partaker of thine excellence A little if it come from thee Will be of great availe to me 7. Thou boundlesse Ocean of grace Let thy free spirit have a place Within mine heart full rivers then I know Of living waters forth will flow And all thy plants thy fruits and flow'rs will grow Whilst thy Springs their roots doe nourish They must needs be fat and flourish Embleme 30. The flowers of the Heart CANT. 6. 2. My beloved is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the gardens and to gather lillies Epigr. 30. THese lillies I doe consecrate to thee Beloved Spouse which spring as thou maâ—…st see Out of the seed thou sowedst and the ground Is better'd by thy Flow'rs when they abound ODE 31. 1. Is there a joy like this What can augment my blisse If my beloved will accept A poâ—…e of these flowers kept And consecrated unto his content I hope hereafter he will not repent The cost and paines he hath bestow'd So freely upon me that ow'd Him all I had before And infinitly more 2. Nay try them blessed Lord Take them not on my word But let the colour â—…ast and â—… The truth of their â—…â—… tell Thou that art inâ—…nite in wisdome â—…ee If they be not the same that came from thee If any difference be found It is occasion'd by the ground Which yet I cannot see So good as it should be 3. What say'st thou to that Rose That queen of flowers whose Maidenly blushes fresh and faire Out-brave the dainty morning aire Dost thou not in those lovely leaves espy The perfect picture of that modesty That self-condemning shamefastnesse That is more ready to confesse A fault and to amend Then it is to offend 4. Is not this Lilly pure What Fuller can procure A white so perfect spotlesse clear As in this flower doth appear Do st thou not in this milky colour see The lively lustre of sincerity Which no hypocrisie hath painted Nor self-respecting ends have tainted Can there be to thy sight A more entire delight 5. Or wilt thou have beside Violets purple-di'd The Sun-observing Marigold Or Orpin never waxing old The Primrose Cowslip Gilliflow'r or Pinke Or any flow'r or herbe that I can think Thou hast a mind unto I shall Quickly be furnisht with them all If once I doe but know That thou wilt have it so 6. Faith is a fruitfull grace Well planted stores the place Fills all the borders beds and bow'rs With wholsome herbs and pleasant flow'rs Great Gardiner thou saist and I beleeve What thou do'st meane to gather thou wilt give Take then mine heart in hand to fill 't And it shall yeeld thee what thou wilt Yea thou by gath'ring more Shalt still increase my store Embleme 31. The keeping of the Heart PROV. 4.23 Keepe thy heart with all diligence Epigr. 31. Like to a â—… that is â—… â—… heart is â—… â—… still is found Compâ—…st wâ—…th care â—…nd â—… with the feare Of God as with a flaming sword and speare ODE 31. The Soule 1. Lord wilt thou suffer this Shall vermine spoile The â—…uit or all thy toyle Thy trees thine herbs thy plants thy flow'rs thus And for an overplus Of spite and malice overthrow thy mounds Lay common all thy grounds Canst thou endure thy pleasant garden should Be thus turn'd up as ordinary mould Christ 2. What is the matter why do'st thou complaine Must I as well maintaine And keep as make thy fences wilt thou take No paines for thine own sake Or doth thy self-confounding fancy feare thee When there 's no danger neer thee Speak out thy doubts and thy desires and tell me What enemy or can or dares to quell thee The Soule 3. Many and mighty and malicious Lord That seek with one accord To work my speedy ruine and make haste To lay thy garden waste The devill is a ramping roaring lion Hates at his heart thy Zion And never gives it respit day nor houre But still goes seeking whom he may devoure 4. The world 's a wildernesse wherein I find Wild beasts of ev'ry kind Foxes and Wolves and Dogs and Boares and Bears And which augments my feares Eagles and Vultures and such birds of prey Will not be kept away Besides the light-abhorring Owles and Bats And secret corner-creeping Mice and Rats 5. But these and many more would not dismay Me much unlesse there lay One worse then all within my self I meane My false unjust unclean Faithlesse disloyall self that both entice And entertaine each vice This homebred traiterous partaking 's worse Then all the violence of forain force 6. Lord thou maist see my feares are grounded rise Not from a bare surmise Or doubt of danger only my desires Are but what need requires Of thy divine protection and defence To keep these vermine hence Which if they should not be reâ—…rain'd by thee Would grow too strong to be kept out by me Christ 7. Thy feare is just and I approve thy care But yet thy comforts are â—… for â—… in that care and feare Whereby it dâ—…th appeare â—…â—… what then â—… my protection To keep thee from defection The â—…â—… cares and â—… is kept by me I watch thee whilst thy foes are watch'd by thee Embleme 32. The watching of the Heart CANT. 5.2 I sleep but my heart waketh Epigr. 32. WHilst the soft hands of sleep tie up my sences My watchfull heart free from all such â—… Searches for thee enquires es all about thee Nor day nor night able to be without thee ODE 32. 1. It must be so that God that gave Me senses and a mind would have Me use them both but in their severall kinds Sleep must refresh my senses but my minds A â—… of heav'nly fire that seeds On â—… and employment needs No â—… or rest for when it thinks to please â—… with idlenesse 't is least at ease Though quiet rest refresh the head The heart that stirres not sure is dead 2. Whilst then my body ease doth take My â—… refusing heart â—… all wake And that mine heart the better watch may keep I 'll lay my senses for a tâ—…e to sleep Wanton de re shall not â—… Nor lust enveigle them to viâ—…e No fading colours shall â—… my fight Nor sounds enchant mine eares with their delight I 'll bind my smell my touch my tast To keep a strict religious fast 3. My worldly businesse shall lie still That heav'nly thoughts my mind may fill My Marthaes cumb'ring cares shall cease their noise That
I then was much too blame 2. When before my God commanded Any thing he would have done I was close and gripple handed Made an end ere I begunne If he thought it fit to lay Judgements on me I could say They are good but shrinke away 3. All the wayes of righteousâ—…sse I did think were full of trouble I complain'd of tediousnesse And each duty â—… double Whilst I serv'd him but of feare Ev'ry minute did appeare Longer sarre then a whole yeare 4. Strictnesse in Religion seemed Like a pined pinion'd thing Bolts and fetters I esteemed More beseeming for a King Then for me to bow my neck And be at anothers beck When I felt my conscience check 5. But the case is alter'd now He no sooner turnes his eye But I quickly bend and bow Ready at his feet to lie Love hath taught me to obey All his precepts and to say Not to morrow but to day 6. What he wills I say I must What I must I say I will He commanding it is just What he would I should fulfill Whilst he biddeth I beleeve What he calls for he will give To obey him is to live 7. His Command'ments grievous are not Longer then men think tâ—…m so Though he send me forth I care not Whilst he gives me strength to goe When or whither all is one On his bus'nesse not mine owne I shall never goe alone 8. If I be compleat in him And in him all fulnesse dwelleth I am sure aloft to swim Whilst that Ocean overswelleth Having him that 's All in All I am confident I shall Nothing want for which I call Embleme 36. The inflaming of the Heart PSAL. 39.3 My heart was hot within me while I was musing the sire burned Epigr. 36. SPare not my love to kindle and enflame Mine heart within throughout untill the same Breake forth and burnc that so thy Salamander Mine heart may never from thy furnace wander ODE 36. 1. Welcome holy heavenly fire Kindled by immortall love Which descending from above Makes all earthly thoughts retire And give place To that grace Which with gentle violence Conquers all corrupt affections Rebell Natures insurrections Bidding them be packing hence 2. Lord thy fire doth heat within Warmeth not without alone Though it be an heart of stone Of it self congeal'd in sinne Hard as steel If it feel Thy dissolving pow'r it groweth Soft as waxe and quickly takes Any print thy Spirit make Paying what thou sai'st it oweth 3. Of it self mine heart is dark But thy fire by shining bright Fills it full of saving light Though 't be but a little spark Lent by thee I shall see More by it then all the light Which in fullest measures streames From corrupted Natures beames Can discover to my sight 4. Though mine heart be ice and snow To the things which thou hast chosen All benum'd with cold and frozen Yet thy fire will make it glow Though it burnes When it turnes Tow'rds the things which thou do'st hate Yet thy blessed warmth no doubt Will that wild-fire soone draw out And the heat thereof abate 5. Lord thy fire is active using Alwayes either to ascend To its native heav'n or lend Heat to others and diffusing Of its store Gathers more Never ceasing till it make All things like it selfe and longing To see others come with thronging Of thy goodnesse to partake 6. Lord then let thy fire enflame My cold heart so thoroughly That the heat may never die But continue still thr same That I may Ev'ry day More and more consuming sinne Kindling others and attending All occasions of ascending Heaven upon earth begin Embleme 37. The ladder of the Heart PSAL. 84. 5. In whose heart are the wayes of them Epigr. 37. WOuld'st thou my love a ladder have whereby Thou mai'st climbe heaven to sit downe on high In thine owne heart then frame thee steps and bend Thy mind to muse how thou mai'st there ascend ODE 37. The Soule 1. What Shall I Alwayes lie Grov'ling on earth Where there is no mirth Why should I not ascend And climbe up where I may mend My meane estate of misery Happinesse I know's exceeding high Yet sure there is some remedy for that Christ 2. True There is Perfect blisse The fruit of love May be had above But he that will obtaine Such a gold-exceeding gaine Must never think to reach the same And scale heav'ns walls untill he frame A ladder in his heart â—…â—…â—… The Soule 3. Lord I will But the skill Is not mine owne Such an art 's not knowne Unlesse thou wilt it teach It is farre above the reach Of mortall minds to understand But if thou wilt lend thine helping hand I will endeavour to obey thy Word Christ 4. Well Then see That thou be As ready prest To performe the rest As now to promise faire And I 'll teach thee how to reare A scaling-ladder in thine heart To mount heaven with no rules of art But I alone can the composure tell 5. First Thou must Take on trust All that I say Reason must not sway Thy judgement crosse to mine But her Scepter quite resigne Faith must be both thy ladder sides Which will stay thy steps what e'er betides And satisfie thine hunger and thy thirst 6. Then The round Next the ground Which I must see Is Humilitie From which thou must ascend And with perseverance end Vertue to vertue grace to grace Must each orderly succeed in' ts place And when thou hast done all beginne againe Embleme 38. The flying of the Heart ISA. 60. 5. Who are these that fly as a cloud and as the Doves to their windowes Epigr. 38. OH that mine heart had wings like to a Dove That I might quickly hasten hence and move With speedy flight tow'rds the celâ—…stiall spheares As weary of this world its faults and feares ODE 38. 1. This way though pleasant yet me thinks is long Step after step makes little haste And I am not so strong As still to last Among So great So many lets Swelter'd and swill'd in sweat My toyling soule both fumes and frets As though she were inclin'd to a retreat 2. Corruption clogs my feet like filthy clay And I am ready still to slip Which makes me often stay When I should trip Away My feares And faults are such As challenge all my teares So justly that it were not much If I in weeping should spend all my yeares 3. This makes me weary of the world below And greedy of a place above On which I may bestow My choisest love And so Obtaine That favour which Excells all worldly gaine And maketh the possessour rich In happinesse of a transcendent straine 4. What must I still be rooted here below And riveted unto the ground Wherein mine haste to grow Will be though sound But slow I know The Sunne exhales Grosse vapours from below Which scorning as it were the Vales On mountaine-topping clouds themselves bestow 5. But my fault-frozen heart is flow to move Makes
poore proceedings at the best As though it did not love Nor long for rest Above Mine eyes Can upward looke As though they did despise All things on earth and could not brooke Their presence but mine heart is slow to rise 6. Oh that it were once winged like the Dove That in a moment mounts on high Then should it soone remove Where it may ly In love And loe This one desire Me thinks hath imp'd it so That it already flies like fire And ev'n my verses into wings doe grow Embleme 39. The union of the Heart EZEK. 11.19 I will give them one heart Epigr. 39. LIke minded minds hearts alike heartily Affected will together live and die Many things meete and part but loves great gable Tying two hearts makes them inseparable ODE 39. The Soule 1. All this is not enough me thinks I grow More greedy by fruition what I get Serves but to set An edge upon mine appetite And all thy gifts doe but invite My pray'rs for more Lord if thou wilt not still encrease my store Why did'st thou any thing at all bestow Christ 2. And is 't the fruit of having still to crave Then let thine heart united be to mine And mine to thine In a firme union whereby We may no more be thou and I Or I and thou But both the same and then I will avow Thou canst not want what thou do'st wish to have The Soule 3. True Lord for thou art All in All to me But how to get my stubborne heart to twine And close with thine I doe not know nor can I guesse How I should ever learne unlesse Thou wilt direct The course that I must take to that effect 'T is thou not I must knit mine heart to thee Christ 4. 'T is true and so I will but yet thou must Doe something tow'rds it too First thou must lay All â—…nne away And separate from that which would Our meeting intercept and hold Us distant still I am all goodnesse and can close with ill No more then richest diamonds with dust 5. Then thou must not count any earthly thing How ever gay and gloriously set forth Of any worth Compar'd with me that am alone Th' eternall high and holy One But place thy love Onely on me and on the things above Which true content and endlesse comfort bring 6. Love is the loadstone of the heart the glew The cement and the â—…oder which alone Unites in one Things that before were not the same But only like imparts the name And nature too Of each to th' other nothing can undoe The knot that 's knit by love if it be true 7. But if in deed and truth thou lovest me And not in word alone then I shall find That thou dost mind The things I mind and regulate All thine affections love and hate Delight desire Feare and the rest by what I doe require And I in thee my self shall alwayes see Embleme 40. The rest of the Heart PSAL. 116.7 Returne unto thy rest O my soule Epigr. 40. MY busie stirring heart that seekes the best Can find no place on earth wherein to rest For God alone the author of its blesse It s only rest its onely center â—… ODE 40. 1. Move me no more mad world it is in vaâ—…ne Experience tells me plaine I should deceived be If ever I againe should trust in thee My weary heart hath ransackt all Thy treasuries both great and small And thy large inventories beares in minde Yet could it never finde One place wherein to rest Though it hath often tried all the best 2. Thy profits brought me losse in stead of gaine And all thy pleasures paine Thine honours blurr'd my name With the deep staines of self-confounding shame Thy wisdome made me turne starke fool And all the learning that thy school Afforded me was not enough to make Me know my self and take Care of my better part Which should have perished for all thine heart 3. Not that there is not place of rest in thee For others but for me There is there can be none That God that made mine heart is he alone That of himself both can and will Give rest unto my thoughts and fill Them full of all content and quietneâ—… That so I may â—… My soule in patience Untill he find it time to call me hence 4. On thee then as a sure foundation A tried corner-stone Lord I will strive to raise The tow'r of my salvation and thy praise In thee as in my center shall The lines of all my longings fall To thee as to mine anchor surely ti'd My ship shall safely ride On thee as on my bed Of soft repose I 'll rest my weary head 5. Thou thou alone shalt be my whole desire I 'll nothing else require But thee or for thy sake In thee I 'll sleepe secure and when I wake Thy glorious face shall satisfie The longing of my looking eye I 'll roule my self on thee as on my rock And threatning dangers mock Of thee as of my treasure I 'll boast and bragge my comforts know no measure 6 Lord thou shalt be mine All I will not know A profit here below But what â—… on thee Thou shalt be all the pleasure I will see In any thing the earth affords Mine heart shall owne no words Of honour out of which I cannot raise The matter of thy praise Nay I will not be mine Unlesse thou wilt vouchsafe to have me thine Embleme 41. The bathing of the Heart JOEL 3.21 I will cleanse their bloud that I have not cleansed Epigr. 41. THis bath thy Saviour swet with drops of bloud Sick heart of purpose for to doe thee good They that have tri'd it can the vertue tell Come then and use it is thou wilt be well ODE 41. 1. All this thy God hath done for thee And now mine heart It is high time that thou should'st be Acting thy part And meditating on his blessed Passion Till thou hast made it thine by imitation 2. That exercise will be the best And surest meanes To keep thee evermore at rest And free from paines To suffer with thy Saviour is the way To make thy present comforts last for aye 3. Trace then the steps wherein he trade And first begin To sweat with him The heavy load Which for thy sinne He underwent squeez'd bloud out of his face Which in great drops came trickling downe apace 4. Oh let not then that precious bloud Be spilt in vaine But gather ev'ry drop 'T is good To purge the staine Of guilt that hath defil'd and overspred Thee from the sole of th' foot to th' crown of th' head 5. Poison possesseth every veine The fountaine is Corrupt and all the streames uncleane All is amisse Thy bloud 's impure yea thou thy self mine heart In all thine inward pow'rs polluted art 6. When thy first father first did ill Mans doome was read That in the sweat of 's face he still Should eat his bread What the first
Adam in the garden caught The second Adam in a garden taught 7. Taught by his owne example how To sweat for sinne Under that heavy weight to bow And never linne Begging release till with strong cries and teares The soule be drain'd of all its saults and â—…eares 8. If sins imputed guilt opprest Th' Almighty so That his sad soule could find no rest Under that woe But that the bitter agony he felt Made his pure bloud if not to sweat to melt 9. Then let that huge inherent masse Of sinne that lies In heapes on thee make thee surpasse In teares and cries Striving with all thy strength untill thou sweat Such drops as his though not as good as great 10. And if he thinke it fit to lay Upon thy back Or paines or duties as he may Untill it crack Shrinke not away but straine thine utmost force To beare them cheerfully without remorse Embleme 42. The binding of the Heart HOS. 11.4 I drew them with cords of a man with bands of love Epigr. 42. Mr sinnes I doe consesse a cord were found Heavy and hard by thee when thou wast bound Great Lord of love with them but thou hast twin'd Gentle love cords my tender heart to bind ODE 42. 1. What could those hands That made the world be subject unto bands Could there a cord be found Wherewith omnipotence it self was bound Wonder mine heart and stand amaz'd to see The Lord of liberty Led captive for thy sake and in thy stead Although he did Nothing deserving death or bands yet he Was bound and put to death to set thee free 2. Thy sinnes had ti'd Those bands for thee wherein thou should'st have di'd And thou did'st daily knit Knots upon knots whereby thou mad'st them â—…t Closer and faster to thy faulty self So like a cursed else Helplesse and hopelesse friendlesse and forlorne The sinke of scorne And kennell of contempt thou should st have laine Eternally enthrall'd to endlesse paine 3. Had not the Lord Of love and life been pleased to afford His helping hand of grace And freely put himself into thy place So were thy bands transferr'd but not unti'd Untill the time he did And by his death vanquisht and conqu'red all That Adams sall Had made victorious Sinne Death and Hell Thy fatall foes under his footstool sell 4. Yet he meant not That thou should'st use the liberty he got As it should like thee best To wander as thou listest or to rest In soft repose carelesse of his commands He that hath loos'd those bands Whereby thou wast enslaved to the foes Binds thee with those Where with he bound himself to doe thee good The bands of love love writ in lines of blood 5. His love to thee Made him to lay aside his Majesty And cloathed in a vaile Of fraile though faultlesse flesh become thy baile But love requireth love and since thou art Loved by him thy part It is to love him too and love affords The strongest cords That can be for it ties not hands alone But heads and hearts and soules and all in one 6. Come then mine heart And freely follow the prevailing art Of thy Redeemers love That strong magnetique tie hath pow'r to move The steeli'st stubbornesse If thou but twine And twist his love with thine And by obedience labour to expresse Thy thankfulnesse It will be hard to say on whether side The bands are surest which is fastest tide Embleme 43. The prop of the Heart PSAL. 102.7 8. His heart is fixed trusting in the Lord His heart is established he shall not be affraid Epigr. 43. My weak and seeble heart a prop must use But pleasant fruits and flow'rs doth refuse My Christ my pillar is on hâ—…m rely Repose and rest my self alone will I. ODE 43. 1. Suppose it true that whilst thy Saviours side Was furrowed with â—…courges he was ti'd Unto some pillar fast Think not mine heart it was because he could Not stand alone or that left loose he would Have shrunk away at last Such weakneâ—… suits not with Omnipotence Nor could mans malice match his patience 2. But if so done 't was done to tutor thee Whose frailty and impatience he doth see Such that thou hast nor strength Nor will as of thy self to undergo The least degree of duty or of woe But would'st be sure at length To flinch or faint or not to stand at all Or in the end more fearfully to fall 3. Thy very frame and figure broad above Narrow beneath apparently doth prove Thou canst not stand alone Without a prop to boulster and to stay thee To trust to thine own strength would soone betray thee Alas thou now art growne So weak and feeble wav'ring and unstaid Thou shrink'st at the least weight that 's on thee laid 4. The eaâ—…est command'ments thou declinest And at the lightest punishments thou whinest Thy restlesse motions are Innumerable like the troubled sea Whose waves are toss'd and tumbled ev'ry way The Hound-pursued Hare â—…â—… so many doubles as thou do'st Till thy crosse courses in themselves are lost 5. Get thee some stay that may support thee then And stablish thee lest thou should'st start againe But where may it be found Will pleasant fruites or flowers serve the turne No no my tott'ring heart will overturne And lay them on the ground Dainties may serve to minister delight But strength is onely from the Lord of might 6. Betake thee to thy Christ then and repose Thy selfe in all extremities on those His everlasting armes Wherewith he girds the heavens and upholds The pillars of the earth and safely folds His faithfull flocke from harmes Cleave close to him by saith and let the bands Of love tie thee in thy Redeemers hands 7. Come life come death come devills come what will Yet â—… ned so thou shalt stand â—… still And all the pow'rs of hell Shall not â—… to shake thee with their shock So long as â—… art founded on that rock No duty shall thee quell No danger shall â—… thy â—… state Nor soule-perplexing â—… thy mind â—… Embleme 44. The scourging of the Heart PROV. 10.13 A rod is for the backe of him that is void of understanding Epigr. 44. WHen thou withhold'st thy scourges dearest love My sluggish heart is slack and slow to move Oh let it not stand still but lash it rather And drive it though unwilling to thy Father ODE 44. 1. What doe those scourges on that sacred flesh Spotlesse and pure Must he that doth sin-weari'd soules refresh Himself endure Such tearing tortures Must those sides be gash'd Those shoulders lash'd Is this the trimming that the world bestowes Upon such robes of majestie as those 2. Is 't not enough to die unlesse by paine Thou antidate Thy death before hand Lord What do'st thou meane To aggravate The guilt of sinne or to enhance the price Thy sacrifice Amounts to Both are infinite I know And can by no additions greater grow 3. Yet dare I not imagine that in vaine Thou