God He is there where's nothing else Schooles say And nothing else is there where He 's away The Resurrection possible and probable FOr each one Body that i' th earth is sowne There 's an up-rising but of one for one But for each Graine that in the ground is thrown Threescore or fourescore spring up thence for one So that the wonder is not halfe so great Of ours as is the rising of the wheat Christs suffering IUstly our dearest Saviour may abhorre us Who hath more suffer'd by us farre then for us Sinners SInners confounded are a twofold way Either as when the learned Schoolemen say Mens sins destroyed are when they repent Or when for sins men suffer punishment Temptations NO man is tempted so but may o'recome If that he has a will to Masterdome Pittie and punishment GOD doth embrace the good with love gaines The good by mercy as the bad by paines Gods price and mans price GOd bought man here wtsh his hearts blood expence And man sold God here for base thirty pence Christs Action CHRIST never did so great a work but there His humane Nature did in part appeare Or ne're so meane a peece but men might see Therein some beames of His Divinitie So that in all He did there did combine His Humane Nature and His Part Divine Predestination PRedestination is the Cause alone Of many standing but of fall to none Another ARt thou not destin'd then with hast go on To make thy faire Predestination If thou canst change thy life God then will please To change or call back His past Sentences Sin SIn never slew a soule unlesse there went Along with it some tempting blandishment Another SIn is an act so free that if we shall Say 't is not free 't is then no sin at all Another SIn is the cause of death and sin 's alone The cause of Gods Predestination And from Gods Prescience of mans sin doth flow Our Destination to eternall woe Prescience GOds Prescience makes none sinfull but th' offence Of man's the chief cause of Gods Prescience Christ TO all our wounds here whatsoe're they be Christ is the one sufficient Remedie Christs Incarnation CHRIST took our Nature on Him not that He 'Bove all things lov'd it for the puritie No but He drest Him with our humane Trim Because our flesh stood most in need of Him Heaven HEaven is not given for our good works here Yet it is given to the Labourer Gods keyes GOD has foure keyes which He reserves alone The first of Raine the key of Hell next known With the third key He opes and shuts the wombe And with the fourth key He unlocks the tombe Sin THere 's no constraint to do amisse Whereas but one enforcement is Almes GIve unto all lest he whom thou deni'st May chance to be no other man but Christ Hell fire ONe onely fire has Hell but yet it shall Not after one sort there excruciate all But look how each transgressor onward went Boldly in sin shall feel more punishment To keep a true Lent 1 IS this a Fast to keep The Larder leane And cleane From fat of Veales and Sheep 2 Is it to quit the dish Of Flesh yet still To fill The platter high with Fish 3 Is it to fast an houre Or rag'd to go Or show A down-cast look and sowre 4 No 't is a Fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat And meat Unto the hungry Soule 5 It is to fast from strife From old debate And hate To circumcise thy life 6 To shew a heart grief-rent To sterve thy sin Not Bin And that 's to keep thy Lent No time in Eternitie BY houres we all live here in Heaven is known No spring of Time or Times succession His Meditation upon Death BE those few hours which I have yet to spend Blest with the Meditation of my end Though they be few in number I 'm content If otherwise I stand indifferent Nor makes it matter Nestors yeers to tell If man lives long and if he live not well A multitude of dayes still heaped on Seldome brings order but confusion Might I make choice long life sho'd be with-stood Nor wo'd I care how short it were if good Which to effect let ev'ry passing Bell Possesse my thoughts next comes my dolefull knell And when the night perswades me to my bed I 'le thinke I 'm going to be buried So shall the Blankets which come over me Present those Turfs which once must cover me And with as firme behaviour I will meet The sheet I sleep in as my Winding-sheet When sleep shall bath his body in mine eyes I will believe that then my body dies And if I chance to wake and rise thereon I 'le have in mind my Resurrection Which must produce me to that Gen'rall Doome To which the Pesant so the Prince must come To heare the Judge give sentence on the Throne Without the least hope of affection Teares at that day shall make but weake defence When Hell and Horrour fright the Conscience Let me though late yet at the last begin To shun the least Temptation to a sin Though to be tempted be no sin untill Man to th' alluring object gives his will Such let my life assure me when my breath Goes theeving from me I am safe in death Which is the height of comfort when I fall I rise triumphant in my Funerall Cloaths for Continuance THose Garments lasting evermore Are works of mercy to the poore Which neither Tettar Time or Moth Shall fray that silke or fret this cloth To God COme to me God but do not come To me as to the gen'rall Doome In power or come Thou in that state When Thou Thy Lawes didst promulgate When as the Mountains quak'd for dread And sullen clouds bound up his head No lay thy stately terrours by To talke with me familiarly For if Thy thunder-claps I heare I shall lesse swoone then die for feare Speake thou of love and I 'le reply By way of Epithalamie Or sing of mercy and I 'le suit To it my Violl and my Lute Thus let Thy lips but love distill Then come my God and hap what will The Soule WHen once the Soule has lost her way O then how restlesse do's she stray And having not her God for light How do's she erre in endlesse night The Judgement day IN doing justice God shall then be known Who shewing mercy here few priz'd or none Sufferings WE merit all we suffer and by far More stripes then God layes on the sufferer Paine and pleasure GOD suffers not His Saints and Servants deere To have continuall paine or pleasure here But look how night succeeds the day so He Gives them by turnes their grief and jollitie Gods presence GOD is all-present to what e're we do And as all-present so all-filling too Another TThat there 's a God we all do know But what God is we cannot show The poore mans part TEll me rich man for what intent Thou
and the King And our Peace here like a Spring Make it ever flourishing God to be first serv'd HOnour thy Parents but good manners call Thee to adore thy God the first of all Another Grace for a Child HEre a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand Cold as Paddocks though they be Here I lift them up to Thee For a Benizon to fall On our meat and on us all Amen A Christmas Caroll sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall Chor. WHat sweeter musick can we bring Then a Caroll for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King Awake the Voice Awake the String Heart Eare and Eye and every thing Awake the while the active Finger Runs division with the Singer From the Flourish they came to the Song 1 Dark and dull night flie hence away And give the honour to this Day That sees December turn'd to May. 2 If we may ask the reason say The why and wherefore all things here Seem like the Spring-time of the yeere 3 Why do's the chilling Winters morne Smile like a field beset with corne Or smell like to a Meade new-shorne Thus on the sudden 4. Come and see The cause why things thus fragrant be 'T is He is borne whose quickning Birth Gives life and luster publike mirth To Heaven and the under-Earth Chor. We see Him come and know him ours Who with His Sun-shine and His showers Turnes all the patient ground to flowers 1 The Darling of the world is come And fit it is we finde a roome To welcome Him 2. The nobler part Of all the house here is the heart Chor. Which we will give Him and bequeath This Hollie and this Ivie Wreath To do Him honour who 's our King And Lord of all this Revelling The Musicall Part was composed by M. Henry Lawes The New-yeeres Gift or Circumcisions Song sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall 1 PRepare for Songs He 's come He 's come And be it sin here to be dumb And not with Lutes to fill the roome 2 Cast Holy Water all about And have a care no fire gos out But ' cense the porch and place throughout 3 The Altars all on fier be The Storax fries and ye may see How heart and hand do all agree To make things sweet Chor. Yet all less sweet then He. 4 Bring Him along most pious Priest And tell us then when as thou seest His gently-gliding Dove-like eyes And hear'st His whimp'ring and His cries How canst thou this Babe circumcise 5 Ye must not be more pitifull then wise For now unlesse ye see Him bleed Which makes the Bapti'me 't is decreed The Birth is fruitlesse Chor. Then the work God speed 1 Touch gently gently touch and here Spring Tulips up through all the yeere And from His sacred Bloud here shed May Roses grow to crown His own deare Head Chor. Back back again each thing is done With zeale alike as 't was begun Now singing homeward let us carrie The Babe unto His Mother Marie And when we have the Child commended To her warm bosome then our Rites are ended Composed by M. Henry Lawes Another New-yeeres Gift or Song for the Circumcision 1 HEnce hence prophane and none appeare With any thing unhallowed here No jot of Leven must be found Conceal'd in this most holy Ground 2 What is corrupt or sowr'd with sin Leave that without then enter in Chor. But let no Christmas mirth begin Before ye purge and circumcise Your hearts and hands lips eares and eyes 3 Then like a perfum'd Altar see That all things sweet and clean may be For here 's a Babe that like a Bride Will blush to death if ought be spi'd Ill-scenting or unpurifi'd Chor. The room is cens'd help help t' invoke Heaven to come down the while we choke The Temple with a cloud of smoke 4 Come then and gently touch the Birth Of Him who 's Lord of Heav'n and Earth 5 And softly handle Him y 'ad need Because the prettie Babe do's bleed Poore-pittied Child who from Thy Stall Bring'st in Thy Blood a Balm that shall Be the best New-yeares Gift to all 1 Let 's blesse the Babe And as we sing His praise so let us blesse the King Chor. Long may He live till He hath told His New-yeeres trebled to His old And when that 's done to re-aspire A new-borne Phoenix from His own chast fire Gods Pardon WHen I shall sin pardon my trespasse here For once in hell none knowes Remission there Sin SIn once reacht up to Gods eternall Sphere And was committed not remitted there Evill EVill no Nature hath the losse of good Is that which gives to sin a livelihood The Star-Song A Caroll to the King sung at White-Hall The Flourish of Musick then followed the Song 1 TEll us thou cleere and heavenly Tongue Where is the Babe but lately sprung Lies He the Lillie-banks among 2 Or say if this new Birth of ours Sleeps laid within some Ark of Flowers Spangled with deaw-light thou canst cleere All doubts and manifest the where 3 Declare to us bright Star if we shall seek Him in the Mornings blushing cheek Or search the beds of Spices through To find him out Star No this ye need not do But only come and see Him rest A Princely Babe in 's Mothers Brest Chor. He 's seen He 's seen why then a Round Let 's kisse the sweet and holy ground And all rejoyce that we have found A King before conception crown'd 4 Come then come then and let us bring Unto our prettie Twelfth-Tide King Each one his severall offering Chor. And when night comes wee 'l give Him wassailing And that His treble Honours may be seen Wee 'l chuse Him King and make His Mother Queen To God WIth golden Censers and with Incense here Before Thy Virgin-Altar I appeare To pay Thee that I owe since what I see In or without all all belongs to Thee Where shall I now begin to make for one Least loane of Thine half Restitution Alas I cannot pay a jot therefore I 'le kisse the Tally and confesse the score Ten thousand Talents lent me Thou dost write 'T is true my God but I can't pay one mite To his deere God I 'Le hope no more For things that will not come And if they do they prove but cumbersome Wealth brings much woe And since it fortunes so 'T is better to be poore Then so t' abound As to be drown'd Or overwhelm'd with store Pale care avant I 'le learn to be content With that small stock Thy Bounty gave or lent What may conduce To my most healthfull use Almighty God me grant But that or this That hurtfull is Denie Thy suppliant To God his good will GOld I have none but I present my need O Thou that crown'st the will where wants the deed Where Rams are wanting or large Bullocks thighs There a poor Lamb 's a plenteous sacrifice Take then his Vowes who if he had it
load'st with gold thy vestiment When as the poore crie out to us Belongs all gold superfluous The right hand GOD has a Right Hand but is quite bereft Of that which we do nominate the Left The Staffe and Rod. TWo instruments belong unto our God The one a Staffe is and the next a Rod That if the twig sho'd chance too much to smart The staffe might come to play the friendly part God sparing in scourging GOD still rewards us more then our desert But when He strikes He quarter-acts His part Confession COnfession twofold is as Austine sayes The first of sin is and the next of praise If ill it goes with thee thy faults confesse If well then chant Gods praise with cheerfulnesse Gods descent GOD is then said for to descend when He Doth here on earth some thing of novitie As when in humane nature He works more Then ever yet the like was done before No coming to God without Christ GOod and great God! How sho'd I feare To come to Thee if Christ not there Co'd I but think He would not be Present to plead my cause for me To Hell I 'd rather run then I Wo'd see Thy Face and He not by Another to God THough Thou beest all that Active Love Which heats those ravisht Soules above And though all joyes spring from the glance Of Thy most winning countenance Yet sowre and grim thou 'dst seem to me If through my Christ I saw not Thee The Resurrection THat Christ did die the Pagan saith But that He rose that 's Christians Faith Coheires WE are Coheires with Christ nor shall His own Heire-ship be lesse by our adoption The number here of Heires shall from the state Of His great Birth-right nothing derogate The number of two GOD hates the Duall Number being known The lucklesse number of division And when He blest each sev'rall Day whereon He did His curious operation 'T is never read there as the Fathers say God blest His work done on the second day Wherefore two prayers ought not to be said Or by our selves or from the Pulpit read Hardning of hearts GOD's said our hearts to harden then When as His grace not supples men The Rose BEfore Mans fall the Rose was born S. Ambrose sayes without the Thorn But for Mans fault then was the Thorn Without the fragrant Rose-bud born But ne're the Rose without the Thorn Gods time must end our trouble GOD doth not promise here to man that He Will free him quickly from his miserie But in His own time and when He thinks fit Then He will give a happy end to it Baptisme THe strength of Baptisme that 's within It saves the soule by drowning sin Gold and Frankincense GOld serves for Tribute to the King The Frankincense for Gods Offring To God GOD who me gives a will for to repent Will add a power to keep me innocent That I shall ne're that trespasse recommit When I have done true Penance here for it The chewing the Cud. WHen well we speak nothing do that 's good We not divide the Hoof but chew the Cud But when good words by good works have their proof We then both chew the Cud and cleave the Hoof. Christs twofold coming THy former coming was to cure My soules most desp'rate Calenture Thy second Advent that must be To heale my Earths infirmitie To God his gift AS my little Pot doth boyle We will keep this Levell-Coyle That a Wave and I will bring To my God a Heave-offering Gods Anger GOD can't be wrathfull but we may conclude Wrathfull He may be by similitude God's wrathfull said to be when He doth do That without wrath which wrath doth force us to Gods Commands IN Gods Commands ne're ask the reason why Let thy obedience be the best Reply To God IF I have plaid the Truant or have here Fail'd in my part O! Thou that art my deare My mild my loving Tutor Lord and God! Correct my errors gently with Thy Rod. I know that faults will many here be found But where sin swells there let Thy grace abound To God THe work is done now let my Lawrell be Given by none but by Thy selfe to me That done with Honour Thou dost me create Thy Poet and Thy Prophet Lawreat Good Friday Rex Tragicus or Christ going to His Crosse PUt off Thy Robe of Purple then go on To the sad place of execution Thine houre is come and the Tormentor stands Ready to pierce Thy tender Feet and Hands Long before this the base the dull the rude Th' inconstant and unpurged Multitude Yawne for Thy coming some e're this time crie How He deferres how loath He is to die Amongst this scumme the Souldier with his speare And that sowre Fellow with his vineger His spunge and stick do ask why Thou dost stay So do the Skurfe and Bran too Go Thy way Thy way Thou guiltlesse man and satisfie By Thine approach each their beholding eye Not as a thief shalt Thou ascend the mount But like a Person of some high account The Crosse shall be Thy Stage and Thou shalt there The spacious field have for Thy Theater Thou art that Roscius and that markt-out man That must this day act the Tragedian To wonder and affrightment Thou art He Whom all the flux of Nations comes to see Not those poor Theeves that act their parts with Thee Those act without regard when once a King And God as Thou art comes to suffering No No this Scene from Thee takes life and sense And soule and spirit plot and excellence Why then begin great King ascend Thy Throne And thence proceed to act Thy Passion To such an height to such a period rais'd As Hell and Earth and Heav'n may stand amaz'd God and good Angells guide Thee and so blesse Thee in Thy severall parts of bitternesse That those who see Thee nail'd unto the Tree May though they scorn Thee praise and pitie Thee And we Thy Lovers while we see Thee keep The Lawes of Action will both sigh and weep And bring our Spices to embalm Thee dead That done wee 'l see Thee sweetly buried His words to Christ going to the Crosse WHen Thou wast taken Lord I oft have read All Thy Disciples Thee forsook and fled Let their example not a pattern be For me to flie but now to follow Thee Another to his Saviour IF Thou beest taken God forbid I flie from Thee as others did But if Thou wilt so honour me As to accept my companie I 'le follow Thee hap hap what shall Both to the Judge and Judgment-Hall And if I see Thee posted there To be all-flayd with whipping-cheere I 'le take my share or els my God Thy stripes I 'le kisse or burn the Rod. His Saviours words going to the Crosse HAve have ye no regard all ye Who passe this way to pitie me Who am a man of miserie A man both bruis'd and broke and one Who suffers not here for mine own But for