a Beam Divine The gazing Jews were struck who plainly saw That whence he had his Light he had his Law Those Sections which the Sacred Code begin Were by an Age of wonders Usher'd in The Prophets superstructure firmly stands On two hewn Stones laid by th' Almighties Hands They count the footsteps of their coming Lord They view the Mercy-seat with one accord One tells his Name another tells his place Another writes the Beauties of his Face Thus is he Glanc'd at by their piercing Eyes The last of them his Harbinger espies And O the Brisk the Charming Airs that Spring From the consent of each Harmonious string He 's overwise who dreads Fictitious â—ines From Hands unbrib'd and Hearts without designs They wrote beyond themselves which serves to prove Their hearts hands were guided from above The Worlds just Age and what was done of old Are in this Sacred Register inroll'd Here may be seen the pristin state of Man And that Niles Head the Source where ills began Here may be seen what makes a second Spring Here is the â—est account of every thing The Wonders witness'd now by mortal Eyes Are but the products of its Prophecies The Scriptures rule the World Till this shall burn All Ages on that Axle-Tree shall turn This Heaven-inspired Volume doth avow What reason may embrace or must allow When God describes himself 't is such an height As far surmounts quick fancies highest Flight 'T is Reason Reason should be puzzled here Man should be God if he knew what he were To these vast heights thus sober Reason saith I see the Seals And yields the Chair to Faith Now the Almighties Word shall Vermin slight When Heaven and Earth bear witness to its Might Vast Numbers from his Word at first did flow And must his Word pass for a Cypher now Nay his Commands at first Creations were And now his Word Commands and give an Ear It is a Sun that gives both Light and Eyes A Voice that bids and makes the dead arise It makes Clouds Stars And sends them to the Sky And turneth Heaven â—nto a Colony Unbelief is not Reason but a Lust God's Hand and Sword gives it its mortal thrust â—he Law of the Two Tables will prevail When other self-invented means shall fail Whilst other Archers Level in the Dark The Arrows from Gods Quiver hit the Mark What Voices or what Visions would you have Gods Voice or nothing will your Brethren save New Methods of Salvation to contrive Is fruitless Labour Let 'em hear and Live But if they won't their Mittimus is Seal'd A stubborn Patient never can be heal'd If Preachers rais'd by God they will disdain Preachers rais'd from the Grave should preach in vain FINIS Books lately Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns in Cheapside THE Confirming Work of Religion and its great things made plain by their primary evidences and demonstrations whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a rational account of their Faith A Family-Altar erected to the honour of the Eternal God Or a solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses being some Meditations on Gen. 35. 2 3. With the best Entail or dying Parents Living Hopes for their Surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse on 2 Sam. 23. 5. by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel The Gospel-Mystery of Sanctification open'd in sundry practical Directions suited especially to the Case of those who labour under the guilt and power of Indwelling Sin To which is added a Sermon of Justification by Walter Marshal Minister of the Gospel c. Death improved and immoderate sorrow for deceased Friends and Relations reproved Where in you have many arguments against Immoderate sorrow and many profitable Lessons which we may learn from such Providences by Edw. Bury formerly Minister of great Bolas in Shropshire Author of the Help to Holy Walking and the Husbandmans Companion c. The Poor Mans help and Young Mans guide containing 1. Doctrinal instructions for the right informing of his Judgment 2. Practical directions for the general course of his Life 3. Particular advices for the well managing of every day with reference to his Natural Actions Civil Employments Necessary Recreations Religious Duties particularly Prayer Publick in the Congregation Private in the Family Secret in the Closet Reading the Holy Scriptures Hearing the Word Preached and Receiving the Lords Supper by William Buâ—kitt M. A. of Pembrook-hall in Cambridge and now Vicar of Dedham in Essex and Author of the Practical Discourse of Infant Baptism The Rod or the Sword the present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland considered argued and improved on Ezek. 21. 14 by a true friend to the Protestant Interest and the Present Government A Present for such as have been Sick and are Recovered or a Discourse concerning the Good that comes out of the Evil of Affliction being several Sermons Preached after his being raised from a Bed of Languishing by Nathaniel Vincent M. A. and Author of the Conversion of the Soul The true Touchstone of Grace and Nature Discourse of Conscience Treatise of Prayer and Love c. Some passages in the Holy Life and Death of the Late Reverend Mr. Edmund Trench most of them drawn out of his own Diary Published by Joseph Boyse Minister in Dublin An account of the blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit co-incident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its Mystical Federal and Practical Uses in the Christian Religion by William Borrough Rector of Cheyns in Bucks A Discourse of Justification being the sum of twenty Sermons by Walter Cross M. A. Forty Nine Sermons on the whole Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the Colossians by Monsieur Duille Minister of the Reformed Church in Paris Folio Sermons and Discourses on several Divine Subjects by the Late Reverend and Learned David Clarkson B. D. and sometime Fellow of Clare-Hall Cambridge Folio The Support of the Faithful in Times of Persecution or a Sermon Preach'd in the Wilderness to the Poor Protestants in France by M. Brousson an Eminent Minister who was broke upon the VVheel at Montpelier Novem. 6. 1698. Quarto The Fountain of Life opened or a Display of Christ in his Essential and Mediatoral Glory containing forty two Sermons on various Texts VVherein the Impetration of our Redemption by Jesus Christ is orderly unfolded as it was begun carried on and finished by his Covenant Transaction Mysterious Incarnation solemn Call and Dedication blessed Offices deep Abasement and Supereminent Advancement A Treatise of the Soul of Man wherein the Divine Original excellent and immortal Nature of the Soul are opened its Love and Inclination to the Body with the Necessity of its Separation from it considered and improved The Existence Operations and States of separated Souls both in Heaven and Hell immediately after Death asserted discussed and variously applied Divers knotty and difficult Questions about departed Souls both Philosophical and Theological stated and determined Hymns suited to the Sacrament by Tho. Vincent c. The Method of Grace in bringing home the Eternal Redemption contrived by the Father and accomplished by the Son thro' the Effectual Application of the Spirit unto God's Elect being the second Part of Gospel Redemption The Divine Conduct or Mystery of Providence its Being and Efficacy asserted and vindicated all the Methods of Providence in our course of life opened with directions how to apply and improve them Navigation spiritualiz'd or a New Compass for Seamen consisting of thirty two points of pleasant Observations profitable Applications serious Reflections all concluded with so many spiritual Poems c. A Saint indeed the great Work of a Christian A Touchstone of sincerity or signs of Grace and symptoms of Hypocrisie being the second part of the Saints indeed A Token for Mourners or Boundaries for sorrow for the Death of Friends Husbandry â—piritualiz'd or the Heavenly use of Earthly Things all these ten by Mr. John Flavell A Funeral Sermon on the Death of that Pious Gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hammond late Wife of the reverend Mr. George Hammond Minister of the Gospel in London Of Thoughtfulness for the Morrow with an Appendix concerning the immoderate desire of foreknowing Things to come Of Charity in reference to other Mens sins The Redeemers Tears wept over lost souls in a treathe on Luke 19. 41 42. With an appendix wherein some what is occasionally discoursed concerning the sin aganist the Holy Ghost and how God is said to Will the salvation of them that perish A sermon directing what we are to do after a strict Enquiry whether or no we truly love God A funeral sermon for Mrs. Esther Sampson late Wife of Mr. Henry Sampson Doctor of Physick who died Novem. 24. 1689. The Carnality of religious Contention In two sermons preach'd at the Merchants Lecture in Broadâ— street A calm and sober Enquiry concerning the possibility of a Trinity in the Godhead A Letter to a Friend concerning a Postscript to the Defence of Dr. Sherlock's Notion of the Trinity in Unity relating to the calm and sober Enquiry upon the same Subject A View of that part of the late Consideration Addrest to H. H. about the Trinity which concerns the sober Enquiry on that subject FINIS * The Eng. of Lazurâ—s
Masters Hand Which gives us daily Bread Thy House my Lord is full of Guests Thy Table Richly Spread Earth is thy Table where thy Guests Do daily Sit and Feed Thy Hand Carves every one his part And suffers None to need 2. Naked came I into the World And nothing with me brought And nothing have I here deserv'd Yet have I lacked Nought I do not Bless my Labouring Hand My Labouring Head or Chance Thy Providence most Gracious God Is mine Inheritance 3. Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace A Table free from Strife Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread Which is the Staff of Life The People Sate in Companies My Saviour Fed them all So all the Families of the Earth Have Tables in Gods Hall 4. The Vine and Olive Branches too Are nourished by thy Care Mercies we Eat Mercies we Drink Mercies we daily wear Shall I repine against my God That kept me all my days Then let my Tongue forget to taste When it forgets to praise VI. A Song of Praise for Protection 1. MY God my only Help and Hope My strong and sure Defence For all my Safety and my Peace I bless thy Providence The daily Favours of my God I cannot Sing at large Yet let me make this Holy Boast I am the Almighties Charge 2. Lord in the day thou art about The Paths wherein I tread And in the Night when I lye down Thou art about my Bed I travel thro' the Wilderness Free from the Beasts of prey The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stop'd The Serpents creep away 3. In Preservation God Creates Delivers in Protection Lord every Moment of my Life Is like a Resurrection ◠thousand Deaths I daily ' scape I pass by many a Pit I Sail by many dreadful Rocks Where others have been split 4. I see blind People with mine Eyes To Hospitals I walk ◠hear of them that cannot hear And of the Dumb I talk Lord what am I that thou should'st shew Such Favour unto me My Bones and Senses all must say Lord who is like to thee VII A Song of Praise for Health 1. HEalth is a Jewel dropt from Heav'n Which Money cannot buy The Life of Life the Bodies Peace And pleasant Harmony Lord who hath Tun'd my outward Man To such a lively Frame Skrew up my Heart-strings all to make Sweet Melody to thy Name 2. Whilst Others in God's Prisons lie Bound with Afflictions Chains I walk at large secure and free From Sickness and from Pains Their Life is Death their Language groans Their Meat is Juice of Galls Their Friends but strangers wealth but want Their Houses Prison-walls 3. Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies And shall I silent be Lord was I sick as I am well Thou should'st have heard from me The Sick have not more cause to pray Than I to praise my King Since Nature teaches them to groan Let Grace teach me to sing 4. I see my Friends I taste my Meat I 'm free from my Employ But when I do enjoy my God Then I my self enjoy Lord who dost set me on my Feet Direct me in thy ways O Crown thy Gift of Health with Grace And turn it to thy Praise VIII A Song of Praise for Family-Prosperity 1. THy Blessing Lord doth multiply One Jacob to two Bands One Person to a Family Which through thy Blessing stands On all my Flock both great and small Thy Sun doth Sweetly Shine Thy fruitful drops do gently fall On every Branch of mine 2. Thy Blessing made the Loaves to grow And Multitudes were Fed. My House is Fill'd and Feasted too It is an House of Bread How can I hear my Children Sing And not Sing unto thee Since they glad News from Heav'n do bring My God must hear from me 3. Mine Olive Branches and my Vine Thrive by my Tables Side Whilst others wither and decline Who in Deaths Shade abide With Cov'nant Blood my Posts are Red 'T is on my Lintle found 〈◊〉 Lo the Line of Scarlet Thread Is on my Window bound 4. 'T is not my God my self alone But mine to Thee I owe Thou mad'st me many out of one So let thy Praises grow Whatever Lord is done to thine Thou count'st it done to thee And whatsoever's done to mine I Count it done to Me. 5. Let me be ever good to thine Who art so good to me Let thine be mine and mine be thine And they twice mine shall be Then shall my House a Temple be Then I and mine shall Sing Hosanna's to thy Majesty And praise our Heavenly King IX A Song of Praise for good Success in honest Affairs 1. IS not the Hand of God in this Is not this End divine Lord of Success Thee will I bless Who on my Paths do'st shine I Reap the Fruit of God's Design By Him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been 2. I Blindly guess'd but he foreknew I wish'd he did Command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his Unerring Hand The Bow is draw by feeble Arms Aim taken in the Dark A Providential Hand doth Guide The Arrow to the Mark. 3. Except the Lord the City keep The Watchmen will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder Builds in Vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And labouring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame 4. But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good Success to day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper Me To bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeavouring Heart Which Aimeth at thy Praise X. A Song of Praise for the Morning 1. MY God was with me all this Night And gave Me sweet Respose My God did watch even whilst I slept O◠I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for Sleep Until they wish'd for day Meas'ring slow Hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay 2. Whilst I did sleep all dangers slept No Thieves did me affright Those Evening Wolves Those Beasts of prey Disturbers of the Night No Raging Flames nor Storms did Rend The House that I was in I heard no dreadful Cries without No doleful Groans within 3. What Terrours have I ' Scap'd this Night Which have on Others Fell My Body might have slept its last My Soul have wak'd in Hell Sweet Rest had gain'd that Strength to Me Which Labour did Devour My Body was in weakness Sown But it is Rais'd in power 4. Lord for the Mercies of the Night My humble Thanks I pay And unto Thee I dedicate The first Fruits of the day Let this day praise Thee O my God And so let all my days And O let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal praise XI A Song of Praise for the Evening 1. NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let Incense Flames arise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love Awake my Joy Awake my
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
Lazarus must be Fed With Heavens rich Juices and with Angels Bread There is a Table richly Spread above There is an Everlasting Feast of Love A Feast which Friends and Friendship doth mantain Pale Envy is not there nor proud disdain They all are One In One they all agree One is there all which makes all one to be Here 's Height of Mirth with Depth of Seriousness Plenty without the Hazard of Excess Here are full Joys in Hand full Joys in View Here Wine and Appetite are ever new Ever begins their Feast and n're do end Whom growing Loaves and Living Springs attend Their Harps are well-strung Hearts well-tuned And Sacred Hallelujahs are their Songs Tongues Here sit the Saints Here the Believers Sire Is Nobly Seated in his Rich Attire Hither the King of Heaven new Guests doth call Nor can he come too late that comes at all The mighty One who dwells and rules on High Angels attend with an obedient Eye The Secrets of his Breasts they do not Skill But are the trusty Servants of his Will Thus charg'd he them ' Bring Lazarus to the Feast ' And let him take his Place next Abraham's Breast They heard with Rev'rence and obey'd their King Joy rais'd their Hearts nimbly shook their Wing They fled from Heaven yet Heaven was with them still It was their Heaven to do their Masters Will. They stopt not at the Stars that pompous show Who went to view a Brighter Star below The Point design'd they well did understand Who had old Voyagers been to Canaans Land There they had been Lots Guests who was their There had they been Elisha's flaming Guard Ward In that Land chiefly lay their Lords Affairs Wares They traffiqu'd there for Souls those precious Soon came they where Sick Lazarus had his Lare They stop'd and waited for their Passenger No visitant found they with him but the Lord No Nurse but Faith no Cordial but the Word They heard him praying ' Lord some Mercy Show ' For I can find no mercy here below This said he sigh'd and was of Life bereav'd He gave his Soul and they his Soul receiv'd With Shouts and Songs triumphant up they went And to the Company did him present They shouted all and joy'd the New come Guest How gently stoops and leans on Abrahams Breastâ— Whom Dives Curs'd and stately Fools disdain'd How is he Blest how is he Entertain'd Tho' Vertue here on Earth neglected lies Yet Heaven will raise it for 't is born to rise Dives that silken God must never dye Unless his Creatures and false Prophets lye He 's safe if Death be cast as far behind His Body as it is below his Mind He 's always young He learns it from his Glass Which smooths his furrow'd Brow and paints his face But a Cold striking hand consutes the Lie Down falls his Flattering Glass his Fancies dye His Garden-walks must him no longer know The Life-tree in his Garden doth not grow His Palace must be chang'd for a dark Tomb That was his Inn but this must be his Home He must no longer at his Table stay The Voider Death is come to take away Death that abhorr'd both Name and thing comes on And potently torments this Potent One It makes Amazing Breaches and in short Hath seiz'd the Out-works and attacks the Fort In what a wretched Posture doth he lye He cannot live and yet he dares not dye His Debt must be distrain'd for he 'll not pay Nor yield his Ghost it must be fetcht away He sprunts he struggles but Death keeps him under And with one stroke tears Flesh and Soul asunder Then rang the House with his five Brethrens Cries Alas our Brother so they clos'd his Eyes His outward parts are wash'd his inner Rooms Stuffed with Arabian Sweets and rich Perfumes Now Death his Purple is now he 's allow'd Fine Linnen too but 't is a Fun'ral Shrowd Grave-fac'd Spectators with their Garments torn And Shrouded Lips attend the Room doth mourn Ah what a poor Revenge is this on Fate For him that cannot live to Lie in State Amidst the Gazing Crowd the Bearers come With Pomp they bring him to his painted Tomb. Minstrels and Trumpeters their Noises joyn And Women sell false Tears for Currant Coyn. Now lest his Friends should in salt streams be drown'd The Cup of Consolation goes its Round But stay my Soul 't is Death that thou must view Not shadows which dead Bodies do Ensue What a dark Notion and Abstrusity Is this to living Men that they must die Grim Death on his pale Horse Triumphant Rides He strikes us through our nearest Kinsmans Sides Yet are we sensless as the stupid Mule Live as Exceptions from the Common Rule We cast a Cloth o're Death 't is soon forgot We charm the Serpent and it stings us not Now might one let this pleasant Error pass If Death was all but Death his Second has When once the Dissolution Hour is come Out goes the Soul to hear her Final Doom You who have slightly heard the Fun'ral Knell Now hear the Voice which dooms the Ghost to Hell For those whose hearts an Earthquake will not shake Thro' Heav'ns Loud-roaring Cannons may awake Dives black Ghost all Horrour and Despair Is from its Prison snatch'd to th' dismal Bar Behind him the impatient Devils roar His Sins those worst of Devils stand before With Terrors thus besieg'd in every place He hears a Voice but might not see the Face The Voice was roaring Thunder in his Ears The words were tearing Bolts and flaming Spears Go thou accurst vile Caitif hence away To damned Ghosts Come Devils take your prey Struck with this Thunder down he sunk he fell And was a Triumph to the Fiends of Hell Th' ingenious Tyrants did a Council pack Their Malice set their Wits upon the Wrack When they had joyntly study'd to Torment For their pale Prisoner then in haste they sent They chain'd and stak'd him to a furious Flame Where constant streams of Brimstone feed the â—ame Behold Sins Martyr and Hells Sacrifice He yells and howls and vents unpity'd Cries He finds no Friendly Ear or tender Eye He feells a thousand deaths but cannot die Like burning Brass he 's Fir'd in every part A Vultur lives upon his living Heart God's gone he 's gone and what an Hell is this To be depriv'd of everlasting Bliss O this Eternal Banishment is worse Than all the Remnant of the Dooms-day Curse This Hell of Hell may thus be understood No torments are so bad as God is good Besides an Appetite in Man doth lie Which nothing but a God can satisfie And tho' this Appetite be here deluded By various Objects in God's room obtruded Yet when at death all these are laid aside Then thirsts the Soul for God but is deny'd This Thirst unquench'd is such an inward Flame An Hell in Hell is its deserved Name In Hell there cannot be an Atheist 'T is Hell in Hell that God is dearly mist Poor Dives
cries The God for whom I starve I cannot see because I would not serve I Bleed to think and thinking is my Fate He often knocked at my Bolted Gate Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey The Price of which I cast my self away Where 's now my Pomp and Pride my Feasts Sports Whose Chains detain'd me from the Sacred Courts O did my House so near the Temple stand O did I perish out of Judahs Land Might I be try'd once more But 't is too late Justice hath lock'd the Golden Mercy-Gate Now I believe and tremble I repent But my Repentance is my Punishment It is not Virtue but Necessity Alas how miserable wise am I Might I return now to that happy Night Which veil'd me er'e my Parents saw the Light Ah me must I lie here and ne're come out He raves and flings his curses round about He curs'd both Heaven Hell he curs'd the Earth He curs'd the Day that witness'd to his Birth But neither can his tears his Griefs asswage Nor does it cool his Heart to vent his Rage This Keen Reflection makes the Furnace Glow It must be ever with me as 't is now Hells Flames no Ashes will produce But I Must ever Dying Live and Living Die Souls for themselves the Balm of Patience bear 'T is the Poors Physick but it grows not here My Soul is filled with Home-bred tears and taunts 'T is its own Fury and it self it haunts Pity was wont in Miseries House to dwell But I am haled by the Hounds of hell Time us'd to be a Surgeon good at wounds But I am got beyond its happy Bounds A Vessel charg'd with scalding wrath am I Hoop'd in the Circle of Eternity You who affect the pleasant Path to Hell And love Damnation in its Causes well Look streight before you on your Journeys End Do ye not see th' infernal smoak ascend Have not some sparks into your Bosoms Flown Wh'reby the Neighb'ring Coasts may well be known Bold sinner stop no further progress make Lest your next step be in the Fiery Lake But Oh! He ridicules his souls affairs And labours to be damn'd at unawares His Humour will not bear a Countermand Alas for them who hate to understand Who on their souls Experiments will try At the Charge of a sad Eternity Alas for them who never will awake Till they are plung'd into the burning Lake Dives was hear struck blind with flatt'ring Lies Now the Hell brand lifts up his flaming Eyes He spies the Region where the happy dwell But Heaven at distance is another Hell He spies a Canaans Feast for chiefly there The Natives of his Countrey do appear He spies Blest Abraham with his faithful Race And Lazarus sitting next to Abrahams place Oh! how it twinges and torments his Eyes His scorn to Envy turns and thus he cries This Scoundrel who lay Starving at my Gate Is now a Peer in Heaven an Angels Mate The Beggar sits and feeds on Angels Fare His Rags are Robes such as Heavens Nobles wear The Dog whom in derision once I had Is turned into a Star which makes me Mad. Now Dives is the Beggar and applies Himself to Abraham with his Mournful Cries Dives his Petition AH Father Abraham Pity me Who with tormenting Flames am Stung For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung The Grapes Rich Blood I do not Crave vvaters Cheap Element will Suffice And tho' my Tongue thirsts for a vvave For one poor drop it only Cries By Lazarus â—â—oist'ned Finger may you please To give my scorched tongue one Moments Ease I dwell in Flames and Flames in Me do dwell O for a Drop from Heaven to sweeten Hell Mark how the Wheel is turn'd the time is come He begs a Drop who once deny'd a Crumb Right-thinking Judges then must needs approve The tart and equal Answer from above Abraham's Answer ARt thou forlorn of God and com'st to me What can I tell thee then but Misery Remember Son the Heav'n thy Feet have trod Earth was thy Heav'n and Pleasure was thy God Remember Lazarus had his Hell below Thou wert the Devil which did cause his woe Now are his rags Heav'ns robes with glorious Beams Thy Purple Flames thy Juncats Sulphrous Streams Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie Betwixt the White and Black-Eternity No there 's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain The Fiery Region and the Aetherial Plain We are too happy to be dispossest And you so cursed you can ner'e be blest We are so rais'd that we can never fall And you so sunk you cannot rise at all Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell but first They blackned were to Devils and accurst Since those Stars fell none of the heav'nly hosts Or did or shall visit th' infernal Coasts To yon 't is bitter but to us 't is sweet That we are parted and must never meet Heav'n were not Heav'n if it near Hell was plac't Nor Hell were Hell if it of Heaven might taste Can our pure Light with Smoak Darkness dwell The Poles shall sooner meet than Heaven and Hell Though Speech avails not wracking misery Extorts from him another fruitless Cry Dives his Second Petition IF such an Envious Gulf there be Yet Father lend an Ear to me From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav'd How else came Lazarus to be Sav'd Let me so small a Boon entreat That Lazarus may his Steps Repeat And that he may embody'd go And tell the Stories of my Woe To my Five Brethen who all dwell within My Fathers House Oh had he never been Brethren in Bonds of Nature and of Sin O let him tell them that there is a God Whose Scepter is a Sin-revenging Rod And let him tell them that adventâ—rous Drâ—lls Shall find unto their Costs that they have Souls Mine stuckt'th ' Scabbard till its angry Lord Vnsheath'd it and it prov'd a flaming Sword That Limbeck Death draws Spirits from our Clay To th' Element of Souls they hast away And let him tell them that the Sadducee Shall be Hells Convert and Recant with me Whilst they lie Sleeping on the Brink of Hell The Smoak they fee not nor the Brimstone smell There they 'l disport themselves with Golden Dreams Till they betray 'em to these burning streams But let him scare them with an hollow sound That they like Lot may flee their cursed Ground O send him quickly lest they tumble in And prove the flaming Records of my sin Can I no water get at my desire Yet O no more no more new Fleaks of Fire This Abraham heard with unrelenting Ears No pity's due to Hell-Hounds Cries and Tears Abraham's Answer ONnce Heav'n bow'd down touch'dth ' Arabian Hill And gave a Sampler of the sacred Will To Moses Hands that chosen Man of God Copies were taken and dispers'd abroad So his kind Arms abroad