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A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

Stop or pursue So short Report Want so much giue See how the last words have the first forgot But oh fond Priests and Elders whence is it That you can stroak These souldiers pates Sure such neglect would you provoke Of all Yet you 're their advocates Alas how fury doth befoole their wits Mean while Disciples were so far from thieving That when this newes They btought That saw 't Yet they refuse To take 't for truth being so far from believing As two of them were to Emaus going Their busie tongue Bee'ng well imploy'd My dearest Lord stands them among No sooner talk't of then enjoy'd Happy the Servants whom he finds so doing What is your talk that makes your walk so sad Saith Cleopas Dost thou Not know These things Alas A mighty Man and Prophet we have had Mighty in word and deed with God and Men Jesus was he Of Nazareth We'd hop'd might our Redeemer be But him our Rulers put to death This bee'ng the third day since And yet agen We know not what to think on 't hurried 'Twixt hope and fear For some That come From th' Sepulcher Assure us that he 's risen from the Dead But oh this evill heart of unbelief This want of faith That can provoke The gentle Lamb of God to wrath Setting in ev'ry wheel a spoke Clouding the rising Sun with gloomy grief O fooles and slow of heart replies my Lord Slow to believe me But oh Not so Not slow to grieve me Ought not your Christ fulfill the written word But Christ can't alwaies hold his chiding story Sugars his checks With sweet instructions Moses his vaile in pieces breaks Proves by prophetick fair deductions Through Seas of sufferings Christ must land in Glory My Lord then makes as he would further go But they begin so pray Him stay And he turns in Happy who love their close reprovers so This bread of life thus broken when he had He breaks more bread And makes them eat Their Lord 's their Sheepheard they 're well fed Body and Soul with blessed meat My soul seek Christ first and those things he 'll add Just now my Lord makes them see who he is Then slips away And oh 'T was so With me last day One moment op'ned and seal'd up like bliss When Christ was gone say they we might have guest What light 't was brought So bright a day To darkest Scriptures might have thought The risen Sun was in our way Finding our hearts so burn within our breast Then they return back to Ierusalem Brimfull of joy To feast The rest But they are coy Till Christ Himself stands in the midst of them And 't is so still Whoever's sent about To tell thy story Hardness of hearts And unbelief blinds all thy glory Lord who believes Lord who converts Till thy deare presence puts all out of doubt Their doores bee'ng shut and hearts much more that even My Lord to put All out Of doubt None else can do 't This newes imparts in person to th' eleven Yet oh how hard a thing is this believing A sprite appears As they suppose The same that in their storms of fears Walk't on the Seas when winds arose Phant'sies fooles-bolt how 't hinders truths receiving Jesus salutes them with a peace be to you Once and agen 'T is I Sirs why Distrust you then Why do you let such thoughts arise why do you Down doubtings I 'm got up And ready have Sirs come and see And feel I pray A Tombe dead unbelief for thee Dig'd in my side but t'other day And for your doubtings in each hand a grave If these suffice not handle feel my feet There are two more Doubt not I 've got All as before Rather then miss their faith their sense he 'll meet Then for the further feeding of their faith He calls for food They give him fish And Honey-Combe but oh his blood And body is a sweeter dish Then breathing take the Holy Ghost he saith Now doth the frost-nipt Tree of life recover Puts forth again New springs And brings Fruits that remain Spirit and Life so prove's Deaths Winter 's over Thomas mean while bee'ng absent from the rest Freezing from th' fire Like them that miss Th' assemblies Christ is wont t' inspire With sweet assurance joy and bliss Can't feed his faith with hear-say of a feast He must first hold a Coroners inquest Must see Christs ayles And must First thrust i th' print of o th' nailes His fingers e're this faith enter his breast His faith must go on stilts or not at all See with the eye Feel with the hand His faith must in his fingers lye His faith must in his feeling stand At th' bound from sorry sense he 'll catch the ball Th' week after he and they be'ng all together With blessed greeting Increase Of peace Christ Crowns their meeting Thomas saith he come reach thy finger hither As men are wont who 've Children to be taught My Lord was fain Though ev'ry letter In 's hands and feet were printed plain With 's finger teach him spell the better The Child to faith by fealing must be brought My Lord and my God! how this sight relieves me Poor Thomas cries Christ saith Thy faith May thank thine eyes Blessed is he who sees not yet believes me Disciples after this a fishing go But nothing's caught Throughout the night Till Jesus comes and brings a draught Lord shew me so which side 's the right When to catch souls thy Gospell net I throw Christ look't into their cup-board just before Children have ye Got meate To eate Else come to me I 've food and firing for you on the shore Hence sinfull cares infest my soul no longer Base diffidence Doubtings retreat Soul mind thy Saviours providence Do thine own work and he 'll find meat Or give thee somethings better if thou hunger Dinner bee'ng done Christ speaks of working then And so should we Our whet Not let Our food should be Shepheards Christ feeds to feed his sheep agen Shepheards who love to eat but not to feed Are what they 're not Not what they are A Paradox and Gordian knot Which Christ will cut and will not spare Shepheards in name but rav'ning wolves indeed Peter dost love me more then these I 'll prove thee Then feed and keep My flock My st●ck Of Lambs and Sheep All knowing Lord saith he thou know'st I love thee Peter when thou wast young then thou wast free To come and go As thou'dst a mind Girding thy self 't shall not be so When thou art old others shall bind And gird and carry thee Man follow mee Peter replies and what must this man do What 's that to thee Follow Me thou How busie wee Are to mind others works our own not so In an appointed mount in Galilee Christ meets th' eleven Chargeth them there By all his pow'r in Earth and Heav'n To Preach the Gospell ev'ry where Baptizing in the name of One and Three And in so doing

saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation A● many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are me● Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'● the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his ●ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch ●eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortif●ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt

but at length relieve me And with thy gentle wings but stroke my smart Dear heart said he I struck thee for to stroke thee Put thee in bonds to set thee free That I might better heal I broke thee I 'm sent to comfort by convincing thee Though I 'm all light and peace yet I did send thee To a dark prison holding over My black rod but it was to mend thee For friends do Fools and Phranticks thus recover Remember man thy wild and Bethlem tricks How oft I strove with the in vain Thine heel could kick against my pricks Sure 't was high time to get thee in a chain Thou and Manasseh stood in much more need Of iron chai●s then chains of Gold Distracted folk must purge and bleed And in their moneths be caught and kept in hold O blessed bonds said I O happy trouble O bitter-sweet sweet-bitter smart My pain was great my profit double Whilst thus thou undertak'st to tame mine heart Void Chymicks spill your Spirits quit your art Cease from your oft sought unfound stone There 's but one Spirit can convert An iron chain into a golden one Dear Dove thy pris'ner may I ever bee Bondage is like to be my state If to my self thou leave me free He 's only free whom thou dost captivate Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty No man can say Jesus is Lord But by the Holy Ghost or cry Abba till that sweet Spirit teach that word I was a lisper and a stamerer And could not skill o th' Shibboleth That might my pray'r to God indear Till this free Spirit gave new speech and breath I was a beggar so extreamly poor I skill'd not how to make my moanes But this Dove met me at Gods door Supply'ng my want of words with store of groanes I was in suit and could not well make good My Title But said this free Spirit Soul take this seal the seal of blood I am thy witness and thou shalt inherit I found a riddle whilst I sought a Text But this free Spirit loos'd the knot Which when I h'd read yet what was next Had not this Spirit prompted I 'd forgot My barren grounds were chapt for want of rain Gasping tow'rds Heaven for a flood This Spirit flowing in a main Told me that he had brought me that 's as good I sea the mine heart found so much dross and tin So ●it●●● else I self a mourning Both for my gross and splendid sin Then he to me the spirit was of burning I fell a burning when my God did chide me Water said I or I 'm undone This streaming Spirit streight suppli'd me Till all those scorching flames were quencht and gone I fell a chilling till my heart grew stone Scarse had I left one warm desire My frozen heart was next to none Then said this holy Spirit I am fire I fell a melting when I felt his heat My soul was broached at mine eyes The ice was thawn to tears and swear Which with fresh gales this Spirit gently dries These fontinells thus dri'd pride rais'd a tumour And then the Spirit 's fain to take His Lancet and let out the humour But oh mine heart how did it burn and ake Which this dear Dove perceiving straight way goes T' a precious box and thence applies An ointment made of Sharons Rose Which both the swelling cools and mollifies When I was none this Spirit made me be And live and breath when I was worse For worse then nothing sin made me For my rebuilding freely did imburse My stony heart this spirit harcht to flesh My fleshly heart did circumcise My bleeding heart with balme refresh Those tears that fell from bleeding Saviours eyes In native gore when I polluted lay Hav'ng none to wash to salt to swath me His counsells were my salt that day His lawes my swadling bands his grace did bathe me With milk for Babes this comforter did fill Both Testaments the old and new But how to come by'● I 'd no skill Till he those breasts of consolation drew He took me by the hand and taught me go For I went all by forms before Till's holy unction made me know A new and living way to Fathers door I got upon an hill would fain descry Heav'ns Canaan from earths wilderness But being there could nothing spy Till with his eye salve he mine eyes did dress Over against Heav'ns haven on the shore I stood and waited for a wind Then did this Spirit waft me ore In heart in hope in faith in joy of mind Arithmetick and th' art of measuring I h'd studied but bungled still The measure of a span to bring O● number of my daies I could not skill Then this free Spirit gave a watch to me Which ev'ryday wind up I must To tell me how my time did flee But I forgot and let is stand and rust Then being griev'd that I 'd so direspected Both guift and giver did indeavour To wind it up but t' had collected Such soil as from the wheels I could not sever Then did I moutning to the donour go Confess'd my fault shew'd him the soile It gather'd whilst neglected so Do not despaire said he for I am oyle This is the Spirit of all life and bliss Yet when I felt him first I died The fountain of my life he is Yet but for him I h'd neer been mortified This Spirit in mine heart doth shee l abroad Gods dear and never dying love Yet not a day but his sharp rod Doth me severely chastise and reprove This Spiritrais'd my Christ yet casts me down Doth cast me down and yet uphold Mine humblings are my joy my Crown My fear doth make my faith more firm and bold Calms are not alwayes proffitable for me Therefore the winds are sometimes high This Spirit blusters and is stormy That I might groundfast in humility This Spirit is my good and only guide Yet walk i th' Spirit Scriptures say My conduct and my path beside This Spirit is my Captain and my way Man walk according to thy native light Say some and thou shalt perfect bee Perfect indeed as noon's at night Lord in thy Spirits light light let me see A spirit there 's in man but th' inspiration Of the Almighty only can By no less than a new Creation Enlighten't such a dungeon sin made man Mans spirit is the Candle of the Lord Which who would see by first should light At Gods own fire ev'n Gods own word Gods word 's his mind seat us in black and white For since th' incarnate word his tender love In blood to write us condescends What wonder that his own dear Dove In inke and paper praies us to be friends Nor Son nor Spirit had I understood Bee'ng sunk so deep in sins dark grot Had not the Son took bone and blood Had not the Spirit pen and paper got The Son in humane nature clad doth raise My conscience out of guilts dark grave The Spirit cloath'd in humane

phrase My mind out of blind ignorances cave The Son in servile form came down among 's Serving to purchase us command The Spirit fell in cloven tongues As who would lisp that we might understand Surely this Spirit of all Spirits fram'd That Book of Books my Bible dear A thing that 's all things can be nam'd Food physick treasures pleasures all are here A glass that shewes to ev'ry man his face A staff that helps the lame to walk A spur that makes him mend his pace A light that shews what and what not to balk A Book that makes the simple truly wise A Book that proves the wisest fools A Book that helps the Readers eyes A Book that baffles and befools the schools A Book whose ev'ry leafe whose ev'ry line Out shines the milky way as far As if Heav'ns light should all combine To darken and obscure one painted star A Book that told my story ere I was A Book that tels me what shall be When I 'm no more what doom shall pass On States on Churches Persons and on me This Book 's truths standard nay 't is truth it self So well's the Spirit here pourtrai'd This Book doth sanctifie the shelf The heart I mean where it 's sincerely laid Yet some by reason some by new found light Not only leave to question take But mend this Book and set it right By Tables of Errata's they would make So much is good and 't is Canonicall As to mans reason is commensur'd Gods light by mans must stand or fall And so the Sun by th' Sextons Clock is censur'd Methinks I love the Author for the Book The Book for th' Author much more love When op'ning into it I look My God I can't forget thy sweet spread-Dove The gentle wings I feel and hear the mourning Of that dear Turtle waiting still Upon my grieving and returning To bring an Olive-branch of peace i th' bill The lines I grant are not all of one colour Yet all make up mans doom and duty Some promise joy some threaten dolour Variety makes up the Turtle● beauty This Dove Bezaleel and Aholiab taught All curious works for th' Sanctuary But Scriptures are more finely wrought Shewing most art where they seem most to vary As when this one sweet Spirit is call'd seaven Perfection's meant in unity A Spirit filling Earth and Heaven That operates in all but diversly Some reckon seaven Suns to ev'ry week So many Moons to ev'ry year As shee turns th' whole face or half cheek And doth by turns first sit and then appear This Spirit makes in Sampson strength excell And in a Moses government And wisdom in a Daniel And all much more in Christ where 't dwelt unpent This Spirit doth transcribe the Gospell-story On th' fleshly tables of mine heart Christ's Cradle Cross his Grave his Glory All 's acted on that stage by th' Spirits art To his Birth answers my Regeneration Heart-Circumcision suits to his To 's Cross and Grave mortification And Grace and Hope to 's Rising and his Bliss And then as Christ makes intercession for us The Spirit in us intercedes With crying blood out Christ doth store us With sighes and groanes the Spirit in us pleads This Spirit is unbounded yet believers In earthen vessels this rich treasure Only receive as he delivers And he dispenseth each one but a measure This Spirit is eternalll never dies An unextinguishable fire Yet in mens hearts oft gasping cries Oh! if you quench me thus I shall expire This Spirit is a Dove yet to contest With Crowes and Vultures is he fain Whilst in his room mans wretched breast Doth lusts unclean wraths rapines entertain This Spirit is a Dove yet 's vexed often By foolish man that peevish wasp Whose heart nor Sun nor show'r can soften Man grieves him without whom he could not gasp This tender Spirit who but man would grieve If I my Comforter make sad Who only can sad hearts relieve Alas my God who then shall make me glad Grieve foolish heart be 't to thine own perplexing Be thou as melted wax in me That thou shouldst set this Dove avexing That sweetly seales redemption unto thee Give stubborn heart relent since for thy sake The Lamb of God not only blood But ev'n Gods turtle tears doth take Let thy repentance still help on the flood Melt stony heart till all becomes one river Dove do delight near ponds to dwell Groans are best musick to a griever Such is Gods Dove whose groanes thy duty tell Shew not thy self vexatious to a Dove That cannot grieve thee without grieving Ev'n Publicans yield love for love Quench not truths Spirit by thy unbelieving Afflict not this dear guide go not astray Nor look back from an holy life While th' Spirit saies this is the way Have salt in thee remember man Lots wife Check not this Spirits checks but let them bee Taken for kindness as they are His smitings reckon oyl to thee Say smits my rock my God and do not spare Grieve not this Holy Ghost by entertaining Such inmates as he cannot bear If bands of lusts thine heart be training What room for this sweet Spirit can be there Seek holyness seek peace make after Union Let Medication stir this fire Pray'r blow it up let sweet Communion Maintain it burning still and raise it higher Quench not the smallest spark in thy weak brother What flames are on that hearth of thine Boast not nor yet deny or smother Rather desire thou for to burn then shine Some care not for this Dove had they his feather A sorry bargin such would make Over a while such shall have neither Seek thou the Spirits gifts for graces sake Ware sinning against light and grace and love Know ev'ry of those sins that are done Directly against this dear Dove Comes near to that that never shall have pardon If we live in the SPIRIT Let us walk in the SPIRIT Gal. 5.25 FAITH FRom thee dear Dove Yet still in thine embraces To Faith Hope Love That Trinity of graces Now let me pass and succour so my Verses That I may express what my muse rehearses Faith I 'll begin With thee for thou wast th' first When bloody sin Had made me all accurst That shew'd th' avenger posting after me And bad me to some refuge-City flee Some men would make Faith and Repentance strive Who should place take But surely Faith 's the hive In which that busie Bee repentance makes Tears drop like honey from mans heart like wax For who can grieve For that which they believe not Who can believe Mans sinfull state and grieve not I did believe the law and so relented I did believe the Gospell and repented I did believe That God made all things good And then did grieve That I had brought a flood A flood of sins and so of miseries On all this brought a deluge on mine eyes I did believe That God took flesh lost blood So to relieve Me and to drown sins flood

Life may not live If they But may The sentence give They plot to bring salvation to distress To drag the resurrection to the grave Earths health to anguish How fain would they See their dear-cheap Physitian languish Who freely cures them all the day Him to destroy they plot he them to save My Lord thy patience is a miracle ' Mongst all the rest As wee May see None of the least My Lord If I may judge it doth excell Oh! how they grudg my Lord his drink and food The Bread the Vine Sent down to us As bee'ng a bibber of much wine They tax and call him gluttonous Who 's only greedy for to do them good These dunghils to asperse the sun begin He casts out evill Yet they Do say He hath a Devil Sinner they call the fountain ope for sin Hee is the Son o' th' Carpenter say some The Son of God You might have said Who rais'd Heav'ns roof you see so broad Such Carpentry's no such mean trade Helping to ground-sill all this lower room Others object that they his country know The place from whence He came Can name And how long since Why Sirs pray when did you to Heaven go Then they perswade us that the King speaks treason Because he makes Himself to be God as he is Because he takes His own they cry out robbery Lord all men have not Faith all have not reason Sometimes he is not Cesars friend they say Who 's Cesars King Yet hee We see Makes fish to bring Tribute to him that he may Cesar's pay Then they crie out that he 's the sinners friend But Oh! that they That thus exclaime Had rightly known what now they say The counsell that to sinners came From his deare friendly lips they 'd more attend To make Christ clash with Moses they project The great Law-giver Doth teach Its breach This they deliver Who would the Coppy by the Proof correct How sharp their sight to find faults where are none But Oh! how dim For to descrie That radiant deity in him And most of all how blind to spie Those great prodigious evils of their own The Temple he 'd destroy and then rebuild This Jewes object But what Of that Themselves project How th' Temple of Christs Body might be kill'd How malice mixt with blindness all misconstr'es My Lord so spake As ne'r did Man Yet 's words and works too they 'll mistake Say he or do he what he can To match his miracles they bring forth monsters Have Rulers or have Pharisees beleev'd The Law we know Say those His foes Ah! if t' were so The Law-Maker would sure have been receiv'd Yet this good Shepherd finds some stragling sheep The Gospel-net Some Fishers takes Some at receipt of custome set Christs customers his market makes And what he finds hee 'll spend his life but keep Some wise and noble too although not many King Jesus Court Can show And so To keep his Fort There 's one Centurion Lord 't is well there 's any Mary th' unclean from whom as many Devils As muddie Nile Hath streams are cast Each flood had its own Crocodile Yet shee becomes one stream at last Of Gospel-penitence for all her evils Christs feet washt with her tears her haire makes dry And Christ agen With blood Makes good Her waies unclean And with forgiveness wipes the weepers eye A Canaanite to th' King of Hebrews comes Begs and implores At Israels feast Some succour from those sacred stores That Jesus for the Jews had drest Whil'st Children slight their bread she leaps at crumbs A little man but sinner not the least Climbes up on high That he The tree Of life might spie And in the fruitless Sycamore a feast Mary the Lords Messiah doth annoint Disciples grudge And think 't too good For him who thinketh not too much To spend on them his precious blood See how one Judas puts all out of joynt Bee'ng thus annointed Christ as King appears And forth doth go As King Riding To Sion so Who brings salvation him an Ass-Colt bears Thus foolish things and things that men despise The Lord doth chuse That this dumb Ass Might preach performance to the Jews Of what of old forespoken was And Christ by weakness might confound the wise Judah thy sceptr●'s gone but Shiloh's come Jerusalem Look out And shout For Davids stem Now springs a fresh in thy Law-givers room Children by their Hosannahs loudly cry'd Do testifie My Saviours praise That he might still his foes thereby His Name these Babes and sucklings rais● Whilst th' Elders and the Fathers him deride Thus whilst the Fathers fall i th' Wilderness Children inherit Why lo Ev'n so It pleas'd the Spirit What men deny to teach poor Babes confess What Jews reject poor Greeks make friends to see Sion take heed Thou be n't the hive That others doth with honey feed Not tasting what it self doth give Whilest Gentiles steal away thy Christ from thee What needs more proof my Lord puts on the rack Devils themselves Though Jews Refuse As worser elves Till they to him a full confession make Would you believe if your high Priest should tell Or who 's the Christ Should testifie Sure your own Caiaphas little mist Saying 't was meet this man should dye For th' people that they perish not GO-SPELL How sweetly sings this Swan before them all Though envy fumes His skin Within His whited plumes Their High Priest sings Heav'ns High Priests Funeral Thus men teach Parrots speak but what they know not The High Priest cries And surely hee Should know this man 's your Sacrifice Yet Christ their Saviour must not be My Lord men do confess thee though they do not This Sacrifice the Priest plots how to kill And yet there was More Priest In Christ Then Caiaphas Thus types the truth shadows would substance spil Innocent Lamb although thou knew'st this plot Yet Oh! how fain Would'st thou get up To be in read'ness to be slain ' Gainst th' Passover that all might sup My Lord thou seest thy death but shun'st it not This is the Paschall Lamb sure I may call it Immaculate O God Thy Blood Sprinkles my gate Yet is thy bitter grief my bitter sallet I' th' upper room my Lord bespeaks the feast For his dear Friends That they might know That from above their chear descends who 'l Feast with Christ must upwards go But Oh! how dear for all pays this dear guest Desiring I've desir'd this feast to eat With you before I go Unto The other shore Oh! how my Lord hungers to be my meat Yet Friends there 's something I must sadly say You 're not all clean ' Mongst you doth fit The man that dips with me I mean A Devill yet an Hypocrite That shall this night the God of truth betray 'T is my Purse-bearers plot his Lord to sell Who had him bought The wretch To Preach I sometime taught But not to sell me or himself to Hell Judas canst thou find death