at hand Yet 't is not he such transmigrations now Dare plead no place amidst a Christian crew For by th'Eternals uncontrol'd decree As dust we are so to the dust goe we And till the time that heav'ns shall be no more Our bodies are not what they were before Nor shall our soules or lifes true quickâ—ing spirit Their wonted dwelling houses re-inherit Who is it then Now I perceive 't is he Concerning whom the Prophet Malachy Hath by a divine wisedome thus foretold Wonder you fooles come come you wise Behold Before the comming of that dreadfull day Wherein the Lord his glory shall display Eliah first shall come and by his voyce The father in his children shall rejoyce The children to their fathers wiser Will Shall bow their necks and be obedient still Lest comming to them with a searching fan His vengeance finish what their finnes began Yea sure I am 't is he for now I finde The Scribes and Pharises whose judgement 's blinde I. â— Run to his Baptisme though in scorn that so They may th ' Eternals Counsell overthrow But all in vain he with a soaring eye Rips up their hidden deep hypocrisie And by his threatning duely milde and grave Their hid dissimulation doth outbrave O vip'rous brood ô froward generation O Serpent-Issue of a sinfull Nation Who hath fore-warn'd you to eschew the doome And scape the scorching wrath that is to come Bring forth therefore bring forth I charge you here Those fruits of new-birth which makes faith appeare And glory not that Abraham's sonnes you are For he who calls what 's not as though it were Can make those senssesse stones if he have need Bring forth to Abra'm a Religious seed No rather know that these be now the times Wherein the hand of Justice fannes our crimes And trenching axes laid unto the Root Cut down the wither'd sticks are void of fruit 'T is true indeed I baptize you with water But loe there 's one to come who what I scatter Shall recollect he reaps where none was sown And but advantage will not have his own He 's great indeed and mightier farre then I I am not worthy his shoo-straps t'untye With water I baptize you ô but he Shall baptize with a fire of Deitie For in his hand he holds that searching fan Wherewith he doth his barn-floores treasure scan If we be found true wheat his hand shall keep Our soules from falling in th' infernall deep But if like chaffe we prove his swallowing ire Shall thrust us headlong in a quenchlesse fire Stray then no more through those poor desert fields Which neither state nor pomp nor glory yeelds To gaze on me a Reed toss'd too and fro Where any whirl-windes puffe delights to blow But rather in a wise discretion learn Your gracious Visitation to discern For this is he that should be sent expect None other to relieve your soules defect Looke on his wayes and by his works goe try The true prognosticks of his Majesty By him the blinde have eyes the lame their hands The deafe their eares the dead are loos'd from bands The Leaper's cleans'd and what is more the poore Receive the Gospell and the Crosse endure And that your Judgements may lack all excuse Behold the stone you builders did refuse Shall be approv'd and on the Corners top Shall stand that there by faith by love by hope His children may a living house be made To hold him for foundation and for head Loe where he comes my soul doth sweetly know him Bow bow your haughty necks yeeld what you ow him For he 's that great immac'lat Lamb of God Who having layd aside his wraths sharp rod Doth by a love-sick Mercies bloody gore So purge our sinnes that sinne stands ours no more Ne're did the swallowing Nilus rapid waves Provok'd to anger by th' Aeolian slaves Hurle down his streames to the Asphaltick lake With greater force than doth the Baptist shake By those his roaring thunders the proud knees Of these dissembling Scribes and Pharisees Yet scarce hath he like that fore-running starre VVhich doth proclaim th'approach of Titan's carre Fore-warn'd the world of that Imperiall Sun Whose race in Truths eccliptick line is run When loe that spotlesse Lamb whose spotlesse love And suffrings weds us to the Lord above Comes straight unto him and in modest fashion Without or pomp or pride or ostentation Requires to be baptiz'd in Jordan's flood The typick Emblem of his saving blood But John remembring what he was replies O sacred thou whose throne transcends our skies Why dost thou crave to be baptiz'd of me Since I should rather be baptiz'd of thee The servants state is not above his Lord Nor can my weaknesse that true strain afford Of due obedience that belongs unto thee O get thee from me for thy eyes undoe me Peace saith Immanuel John thy flesh is weak Th'Eternals hidden Counsels to partake For ne're hath flesh his riddles truly view'd But he who with his Heifer first hath plough'd Wouldst thou then know wherefore I doe desire To be baptiz'd of thee who can with fire Rebaptize thee Know that my Charge is such As without Unction none usurps to touch I doe not run unsent my Father hath Before all time decreed That by my death The sting of death and of deaths Lords great power Should so be curb'd that they no more devoure That I may then obey my Fathers will Ambros in Luc. c. 3. And all the law of Righteousnesse fulfill VVhich may contemper Mercies milde sweet yoak To Justice proud though just revenging stroak And so become a righteous Mediator Betwixt the Creature and the dread Creator I must be baptiz'd first that so I may My heav'nly function to the world display Adde hereunto that in this flesh of mine Which from the earth is earth from heav'n divine I must the state of of every thing renew And to my Gospell Moses Law subdue Man must be new the old man now must perish And by a new-born faith his soule must cherish The heav'ns shall be renew'd th' old flie away The Earth renew'd shall smell like maiden-May The Law is old a new command I give That men henceforth by faith love hope must live And as the Covenant's chang'd so must the Seale Make room for Grace and bid the Law farewell And what is more That Man may see I love To make his mansion in the heav'ns above Loe here his badg and cognizance I take On mee not for my own but for his sake That when my father Man's great Seale shall see On my fore-head and man made one with me He may from man his furious wrath withdraw And make him Heyre by Grace not by the Law And that vain man may never scorn those rites By which as Canals of coelestiall sweets Th' Almighty pours his Grace upon their Soule Men may their haughty hearts and necks controule To bow unto his Ordinances for No soule shall enter in at mercies door
the worlds foundation Thou did'st but speake and all this all 's creation Did to thy great Imperiall word obey Loe here shin'd light their shady darknes lay Here Hill's proud tops did on their tiptoes stand There did the Ocean roare against the sand Here on the floury bottoms fragrant mead The nibling troups securely prank and feed There in the bosome of the glassie deep The scaly nations softly swim and creep The ayrie legions scud along the skies As if they meant the Welkin to surprise And every thing that hath or life or sense To thy command'ment gave obedience And whil'st thou com'st an old world new to make No other toole nor mattock thou wilt take But that same word of thine that thou mai'st still By thy great Word thy glorious Will fulfill Since by thy Word then which is only wise Thou dostillighten thy Disciples eyes O let me heare thee in great Moses chaire Confound those Rabbins whom the world admire That by thy Doctrine I may learn that wit Which never nat'rall man could teach as yet To Nazareth he goeth and entring there Unto their Synagogue he doth repaire And reads in Esayes volume this sweet text Esay 61.1 Jehovahs Sp'rit is me let all vex'd With sinne afflicted hearts come heare my word For I am the annoynted of the Lord Whom he hath sent his Gospell to proclame To free the Captives and restore the lame Give sight unto the blinde binde up the bruised And give them grace who doe not quite refuse it This day saith he this Text is now fulfil'd This day is grace down from the heav'ns distill'd And happy he who heareth and believeth In him who this Salvation freely giveth But veng'ance shall his portion be who stops His ears against my heav'n elixer'd drops Doe not you call to minde how that of old From Ebals threatning tops it was foretold A thousand curses should fall down upon A sinfull froward generation But who so should their soules enclinet obey The sacred Sanctions of the mount Siney Ten thousand blessings from Gerizims store Should on their heads be multiplied and more Now is the time and here am I the man From out whose mouth or curse or blessings can Receive effect or force to save or kill They heare my word and they obey my will Blessed is he therefore whose heart is pure For of my heav'nly kingdome he is sure Blessed are they who hunger for my grace They shall be fill'd and satisfied with peace Blessed are they who doe in secret mourn Their sorrows to their solace shall return Blessed be you when men for my name sake Shall of your life and goods proud havock make Blessed be you when ' gainst you men speak evill And call you sonnes of Beliall and the Devill For what they derogat from your regard They adde against their will to your reward Yea bless'd and more then blessed shall you be When you be thrust from their societie Thrust from their Synagogu's excommunicate Rebuk'd blaspheam'd and all disconsolate Be not dismaid but rather be you glad The Prophets old no better service had The Sonne of man himselfe shall so be us'd Contemn'd reproach'd disdain'd and fouly brus'd And sure I am that when the master hath No softer shelter and no surer path The servant should not grudge nor yet disdaine If with his master he shall share like paine But wo to such whose riches shall abound Whose heart and hands are in their store house sound I tell you truly they have their reward No after pleasure is for them prepar'd Woe woe to those who laugh and never weep Destruction to their soules doth softly creep Woe woe to such as vainly cry peace peace Thinking the mountaine cannot change his place For sorrow griefe and plagues shall on them come Like travell on a womans burth'ned wombe Stoln bread and water sweet are to the taste But gall and worm-wood's easier to digest Blesse you therefore such as doe curse you for If you shall blesse your friends and doe no more What honour can you crave of God by them Who live estrang'd from God they doe the same Doe good to those who harm you pray for those Who persecute your Soules with griefes and woes Give to all such as aske you freely len And look for no requitall back agen So shall you show your selves th' Almighty's sonnes When you be cloath'd with his perfections You are this worlds chief salt while you have savour Your work with God and Men shall finde true favour But if you lose your savour then your taste Shall all your service to the dunghill cast You are a Citty set upon a hill Which to the worlds proud gaze stands object still Dream not you can be hid all eyes are on you And all mens motions doe depend upon you If whil'st they wander in an oblique Car Your course prove constant like a fixed Star If whil'st they stumble in Cymerian night You walk in Goshen like the sonnes of light Whil'st muddy cares doe their best joyes controle If your affections rest above the Pole If whil'st their runnalls Marah like prove tart Your springs drink sweet and so rejoyce the heart If whil'st they hold in hand a fruitlesse goad You bud ripe Almonds like to Arons rod If whil'st a stranger cals you you repine And know no shepheards voice but only mine In all your wayes if you shall still intend Your masters glory and no other end Then ô how happy happy thrice you be Life is your lot your term eternitie Then feare not man whose hand can doe no more But kill the body feare God rather for When he hath kil'd the body yet he can Powre out destruction on the soule of man And send both soule and body down to hell In chains of darknesse and of death to dwell 'T is true those precepts which I now doe Preach Exceed the narrow bounds of humane reach Yet though the flesh be weak the Spirit 's strong And grace can rectifie stern natures wrong Think not I come to put the law at under Or what the Lord hath joyn'd to cut asunder No no the Law and Gospell be two brothers The sonnes of one man though of severall mothers That Hagars brood who unto bondage beareth This Sarahs sonne who 's free and nothing feareth That 's Sinays suckling who with terrour shaketh This Syons nursling whom no feare awaketh That first this last that strong but this the stronger And so the elder must needs serve the younger The Law requireth works the Gospell Faith Both have one ayme though in a severall path For he who sweetly speaketh in them both Is but one God and one same sp'rit of truth Works without faith are like to fig-tree leaves Which seem to shelter but in end deceive's And faith unlesse good works doe crown her head May seem to live yet 's spirit'ally dead For as faith laying hold on th' Mediator Makes man stand just before the just Creator So works
name the world out-braves And in her left hand for a nose-gay hath The Cedar sweetl'ore shaded Nazareth Here scarce a furlong from her Eastern gates VVhich on the new-born Titans rayes awaits Nature hath formed though with artlesse Art A Grove in whose each portion and each part There 's such a modell of her power inborn As matchd with this laughs all the world to scorn For here the clymat sweetly temper'd hot Hath thrust away the winters petticoat And like a Lover in a flourishing green Makes lusty May continually be seen Yet least the scorching blinks of Titan's ey Should parch or wither Florae's tapestry Sweet Zephyr sends a musky sighing breath To shelter Vesta from the Lyon's wrath Here long liv'd Oaks and noble Palm-trees sprayes With amorous Myrtles and immortall bayes Never disleav'd but still re-growing new Their clasped arms in thousand Arbors threw There still did dangle to the gazers eyn A thousand fruits some sweetly ripe some green Which in their colour taste and shape did mock The Lemon Orange and the Apricock Ayr 's daughter Eccho which the woods doth haunt From high rebabling Rocks doth here rechaunt The sweet contemper'd Notes and maryed layes Which Linots Larks and Nightingales displayes All which amidst their warblings flat and sharp Exceeds Arion's or the Thracian's harp And yeelds a descant sweeter far than that Which Linus or Amphyon modulat Anon along this grove in pompe doth slide A Runnell with a rofie broydered side Whose sand's pure gold whose peeble's pretious stones Whose chiding murmurs were majestick grones And whose least draught is sweeter then that drink That now in Creta decks Cerathus brink Here down she lies beside those streams whose gushing Makes sweeter musick with their gentle rushing Then Juball's hammers when they fram'd that sound Whence Syren-musick's Gam-Vt first was found And sadly sitting in this grove alone She lends her eare to that division Which from the murmuring brook's sad accent flows And thence unto a higher strain she throws Her contemplation yea from thence shee scales And censures heav'ns imperiall festivals Father says shee of light and learned Arts Great all of all who unto all imparts Some parcell of thy selfe that thou alone Maist still be all in all 's Communion Voutchsafe to heare thy hand-maids voice a space Who truly humbled here before thy face Doth lick the dust at thy imperiall feet To testifie that her poor heart's contrite Whence comth't that these poore drops of christall water Which Earth from out her hollow brests doth scatter Can yeeld so sweet bewitching notes and sound As turns the wanton's-myrth t'a-harts deep wound Or whence com'th't that those byrds whose artles bill With C-sol Fa-uth's notes the Spheeres doe fill Doe greet th' approach of lights advanc'd cariere With sweeter strains than Art instructs his quire What have those creatures force or pow'r at all Coutch'd in their bosoms that can eyther thrall The giddy minde to taste a sober quiet Or rouse th' afflicted from their dismall diet No no 't is thou and thou alone whose voyce Can make the Soule to feare or yet rejoyce For as thy hand hath form'd the heart in Man And as thy eyes from highest heav'ns doe scan Our hidden reynes so by thy pow'r thou guides Our Soules swift current in their severall tides For whilst thy iight and countenance doth shine With Sextile aspect Quadrat or with Tryne On our dark hearts O how they joy t' advance Their light before thy ' lightning countenance And whilst again Sins drossie globe doth stand Just interpos'd betwixt thy shining brand And our dark hearts O then Cymerian-night Succeeds in lieu of thy celestiall light Hence by that sweetnes which wee find in thee Wee loathe the blinks of natur's royaltie And find her treasures but a bubling sourse Which from thee for thee to thee bends its ' course Hence flow our griefs hence brookes and desert dales With seeming murmurs pittiously bewailes Thy absence and their mourning sables weare Till thou return and cleere their hemispheere Come therefore thou A lmighty-Spirit of spirits Great-Light of lights whose Majesty inherits That wondrous Light to which no flesh attains Which in this muddy vail of flesh remains Come come I say and by thy Spirit inspire This Spirit of mine with thy celestiall fire That in thy Light my Soule may cleerly see That great unsearched Deep of Majestie Which dwelling in thee doth exchange my story Of Death and Darknes to true Light and Glory Scarce hath she from the flames of zeale-bred fire Evaporat these accents of desire When loe from heav'ns high Senate there doth fly A Legat of Hierarkick Majesty Who with due reverence and obsequious Rites The blessed Virgin thus salutes and greets Hail sacred Nymph Haile Virgin-Bride and thou On whom the heav'ns dread Soveraign doth allow The favor of a freely-granted grace The Lord 's with thee rest therfore still in peace Blessed bee thou and blest beyond all those That ere from Grandam Evahs loyns arose Let Heav'ns thy blisse extend as farre inscorn Of Earths best hap as ev'r the pearly Morn The radiant Noon or rheumy Ev'n can see Or Neptunes brauls or Vestaes tapestrie For from thy wombe a Monarch-Prince shall spring Sinne death and hells eternall taming King The sacred Founder of mans Soveraign blisse The worlds rich Ransome Peace and Righteousnes He shall be called Great and Strong of strongs The most high Sonne to whom of due belongs The keyes of David Solomon's Ivory Throne And Jacob's Lot-divided-tents each one His shafts shall thrill the foes which him assaile His force shall all th' Infernall furies quaile Each knee in heav'n and earth shall to him bow And every tongue confesse him God most true For by his blood he re-unites again Earths wandring Subjects to their Soveraign Looke how one daz'led with the splendor bright Of Titan's rayes being lately brought to light From darknesse of a black Cymerian deep Where nev'r a Cranny suffer'd light to peep Being too too soon re-cleer'd stands gazing so As one disself'd and doubtfull where to goe Ev'n so the Maid at this unlook'd-for tale Halfe dead with terrour first growes ashy pale Then re-comforted with dejected eyes First views her Nuntio and then thus replyes O how can 't be that I within whose brest Lusts sparkling flames did never plead for rest Whose Virgin-modest chaste and tender eare Did nev'r infamous Ruffian bablings heare Yea I whose thoughts unsported nev'r was wed To th' wanton pleasures of a Mariage bed Should bud such blossoms or such fruits forth bring As makes the barren to rejoyce and sing Peace Mary saith the Angell peace and feare not The Holy Ghost ore-shaddowes thee then dare not With curious search of humane Reason's strength To limit him whose wayes for breadth and length For height and depth are all a boundlesse treasure Acknowledging no limit bound nor measure For willt thou look on his unsearched Spirit Invisible immortall infinit All Majesty all self-omnipotent Pure
whose right hand doth plant The rut'lant starres amidst the Firmament Who pav'st the Ocean with thy orient gem Plant in my soule thy Artimesian stem And like the lotos in Euphrates bosome Be thou the Sun that still re-clears my blossome But ay me what is this I now doe heare Thee say to Mary Mary come not neare And touch me not Art thou that fi'ry bush Which made old Moses stand afar no tush The flames and threats of Sinay now are gone And thou art made our very flesh and bone Yea thou hast bid us touch and taste and feele How good thou art to Isr'els Common-weale And yet as if thou wouldst some distance try Thou stopp'st our wonted famil'arity It is not long since thou endur'dst a touch Which justly tearmed might have been Non-such A Traitor kissed thee a Rascall knave Did with his buffet and his spit out-brave Thy glorious face thy head was crown'd with thorns Thy hands and feet were pierc'd and with proud scorns Of thy unlook'd for death a speare did part The water and the blood from out thy heart Those touches thou endur'dst but ay me now Thou call'st for distance but I know not how It can subsist with thy unchanged love To change a sweet imbracet'a sad remove But pardon me my God for now I finde That too much love hath made her judgment blinde For since she saw thee put in porta mortis Her eyes have still been drown'd in aqua fortis And in her rapture whil'st she cryes Rabboni She turnes her Benjamini to Benoni For though thou still be what thou wast before True God and Man yet art thou now some more Then man and mortall but immortall now Kodesh laihova is writ on thy brow The Vrim and the Thummim on thy breast Tels Aaron's dead and Melchisedeck â—s Priest And since true life hath triumph over death Now must we live no more by sense but faith And by the spirit not the flesh must we Now seek our God and his felicitie Some eight dayes hence Christs Disciples meet And in a private chamber closely sit The doores being shut Christ Jesus commeth in And greets them with his 〈◊〉 then doth begin To rouz their 〈…〉 Soulles from â—eare to â—aith Which oâ— salvaâ—ion 〈…〉 promise hath To waken Thomas from his misbeliefe For lack of faith ' mongst many sins is chiefe Thomas saith he thou hast of late deny'd To trust my Resurrection till my side My hands my feet and all my wounds doe give Thee by thy touch true reason to believe I pitty this thy weaknes for I know The sourse and fountain whence this stream doth flow Is not proud malice but infirmitie The sp'rit speaks faith flesh infidelitie T is true that when those wounds I did receive And from my Crosse was carried to my grave Thou didst not see me for thou rann'st away When Judas by his kisse did me betray But now thou art return'd and so am I Thou from thy fears I from mortality And since I see upon thy fingers end Thy faith and resolution doth depend Come come thy touch not only shall be fed But al 's ' thy other senses satisfied Come come I say behold those wounds of mine And let not misbeliefe ' gainst faith repine Reach here thy fingers boldly touch my hands Touch those my feet see how my side yet stands Wide open with those wounds which did of late My harmlesse body cru'ly penetrate And be not thou a faith lesse Did'mus more But make true faith ov'rflow thy hard hearts shore Thomas no sooner doth stretch out his fingers To touch Christs side when loe from off her hingers Christ pulls his heart which then was hard as stone And with the touch of true contrition Makes him bewaile his infidel'ty more Then he was bent to harden it before O now I finde saith he and cryes aloud Thou art the Christ my very Lord my God O happy Thomas what a happy change Is this which now doth in thy bosome range Of late thou saidst Unlesse I surely see The stamps of death in his mortalitie I will not trust what ever can be sed That he from death can be recovered But now behold what nature could not see Faith doth perceive behold that Mustard tree Of faith in thee hath been most shrewdly shaken Yet from the root it hath not quite been taken O what a forcelesse force of heav'ns high thought This alteration in thy brest hath wrought For one thing thou didst see believe another And this made Faith and Nature joyn together One thing thy eyes did see that he was Man Thy heart believes him God 't is more than can By natures rules or documents of art Couch in thy conscience or confirm thy heart But ô the power of the Almighty who Unto the weak joyns grace and nature so That what weak nature cannot work for want Of strength grace there doth furnish supplement And though that faith doth build her house on that Which to the nat'rall eye 's unseen yet what May help weak nature and procure her strength She doth amasse together and at length From both their Magazens draws forth that store Of grace which Sathan can deface no more Thrice happy Thomas who didst thus believe Because thou saw'st but if that God shall give The grace to such as never saw to trust Thrice happy they their faith shall make them just For when they by the heav'ns great power shall Arise to make their last Judiciall Account their unseen faith shall make them see Death hath no sting Grave hath no vietorie Thus standeth Thomas to the faith converted From him a hard heart by a touch is parted Christ to the rest of those his brethren saith Brethren these times require much strength of faith Harken therefore to what I to you say 'T is long since I first said I goe my way And you were heavy that I so should speak For then your faith was wav'ring faint and weak But now your eares have heard youe eyes have seen What I have suffred yet my wounds be green Gird up your loynes therefore henceforth be strong For he who wrongeth you to me doth wrong And whoso harmeth you he harmeth me I love you as the apple of mine eye Yet must not I alwayes on earth remain I to my Father must return again And to your Father to my God I goe And to your holy one and God also My God is your God and my Father 's yours The gates of hell and all their darkned powr's Shall not be able ' gainst you to prevaile My Scepter and my Rod their strength shall quaile Full forty times brave Titan now hath run About the world and stay'd where he begun Full forty dayes hath he yea each day once Saluted and adieu'd both Horizons Full forty times hath Pha'ton's Chariots wheel Bid Flora both good morrow and farewell Now now 't is time that Jesus should goe hence T' enjoy the throne of his magnificence Not
like Duke Joshuah's Sun which did not set Till he proud Amâ—lecks forces did defeat Nor like to Hezekiah's Sun whose rayes Went back on Aha's dyall ten degrees No no this Sun in Gibeah must not stand His foes are foyl'd already by his hand Nor will he now turn back on Aha's dyall To give us of our health a second tryall But like his Grandsire David's Sun he now Come from his late bed-chamber needs-must bow The heav'ns and all their vaulted arches that He may regain his first Magnificat Unto the mount of Olives out goes he And with him his Disciples foure times three Save one and many others of both sexes He with his poor Disciples intermixes There doth he pause a little and anon To him his Schollers move this question Master say they 't is long since we expected T' have seen Judaea's kingdome re-erected But still our expectation hath been vain Our hoped freedome we cannot obtain Wilt thou at this time that our state restore Once let us know and we enquire no more Poore weak and wayward Orphans he replies 'T is not for you to know the mysteries Of times and Seasons which my Father yet In his unclasped Kalendar keeps knit But what 's more fitting for you I reveale Goe back to Jerusalem there stay still And I to you the Comforter shall send Who shall you govern unto the worlds end For as my Father sent me I send you O that his grace your soules may so endue That your sweet savour wheresoe're you goe May like the Balme of Gilead still flow And by your preaching my poore Gospell may Celestiall glory to the world display Then stretching out his hands he doth them blisse And greets them with this sweet Cignaean kisse O great ô holy ô righteous ô all-seeing Father in whom we live and have our being Now come I to thee where I was before The earth had limits or the sea had shore For thou and I are one thou art in me And from Eternity I was in thee One glory with thy coeternall Spirit Did thou and I before all time inherit We all are one that one is blessed three A blessed Union of bless'd Trinitie I pray thee and I know thou dost me heare Keep those thy servants hearts in thy true feare Thy word is truth and truth is in thy word Besides thy word nothing can truth afford Sathan did lye against us at the first And by his lye hath made mans soule to thirst After a lying vanity but I Have come from thee by truth to edifie Their ruin'd soules and make thy truth again Repaire thy image in their hearts hid plain The world shall hate them for thy truth ô then Strengthen their hearts against the threats of men That in true wisdome they may boldly tell When I am gone that I Immanuel Th' Eternall word yea thy Eternall sonne Being flesh of their flesh bone of their bone Have in the flesh by my sad suff'rings payd What e're was due to sinne and so allay'd The fury of thy wrath unto all such As by true faith my garments hem shall touch Give grace also unto that word which they Shall in my name or Preach or Prophecy That in their hearers hearts it may take root And in convenient time bring forth good fruit That so good works and faith their soules may cure And they may of Salvation be made sure This said he with a sweet and deere imbrace Joyns hand to hand his face unto their face And breathing on them bids them all farewell Till he return their glory to reveale He by a bright oreshading cloud is straight Heav'd up and taken quite out of their sight Thus doth a shining cloud to heav'n up-cary The Sonne of God born of the Virgin Mary On whom while as the people fix their eyes Two glorious Angels from heav'ns Senat flyes And standing by them with a sweet impire Thus doe correct their vain and vast desire You men of Galile why stand you here Groping at noon-day in your Hemisphere This very Jesus whom you now behold Within a clouds bright cannopy enrol'd Shall from the heav'ns in this same manner come To give the world her last and righteous doom Thousands yea thousand thousands Angels than Shall shout before the glorious Sonne of man Upon the Cherubs and the Seraphs hee Shall ride and on the windes swift wings shall flee He shall no rapture nor no whirl-winde crave To raise his Saints from out their snorting grave But as the worlds great owner he shall make The Earths foundation like a whirl-gig quake The Sun shall lose his light the Moon her Ore The starres shall fall from heav'n the Sea shall rore And every soule that hah or breath or sense Shall stand before his great Omnipotence For He the righteous Judge to them shall render Both to th'Apostate and the faithfull stander Due retribution of what they have wrought In publick word and deed or private thought But since nor Man nor Angell knowes that houre Let all flesh labour their peace to procure Yea let them watch and pray and still take heed Lest while they think to live they prove not dead Here with this Cloud in which He did ascend I wrap my Raptures and my Verse shall end Here ends MELPOMENE or the third Week Gloria Patri Filio Spiritui Sancto FINIS