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Some prison-meditations and experiences with some hints touching the fall of the mother of harlots, and the exaltation of the son of God upon the throne of David / written ... by John Griffith ...
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Griffith, John, 1622?-1700.
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trust thou in God alone fear not what man can do For Christ will sit upon his throne and then to them wo wo. This I have learn'd and by experience found The more my troubles for Christ do abound My joy and comfort by Christ doth encrease And daily grow and multiply not cease Decay nor vanish but my Lord doth still Exceedingly my soul with his sweet will Affect please and delight there 's nothing more Can do 't the King of Saints be prais'd therefore It 's true there can be no affliction joyous Unto the flesh but very sore and grievous The flesh doth not esteem a Prison gainful But bitter and most miserably painful And so I find it sometimes is with me It makes me wish in heart I could get free Alwayes provided I could have the same With honor to my Lord the King and 's Name Which is more dear to me than is my life My little all my Children and my Wife And they are dearer to me tho I say 't Then all the world beside I 'm sure I know 't Then if I with my flesh and blood should reason I ne'r had staid in Jayl so long a season I have not been from all temptations free But many times they have assaulted me But Christ with 's Grace my soul hath so sustain'd That on my soul temptations have not gain'd Such ground or root against me to prevail Through him they have not made me faint or fail And though they seem to be no pleasant things Yet are they such as profit to me brings For by temptation is my Faith so prov'd And made more precious when I 'm nothing mov'd But helpt against them and made to endure They work such patience in me I am sure That I 'm contented to abide the storm Because they work for good and not for harm I plainly find by tribulations I Have learn'd my many frailties to espye Such as I never knew nor learn'd before I little thought that I had had such store I now can see my heart so vile so base So prone to start aside sin to embrace So ready to betray me to my foes That lodge within my breast and with them close So dull so stupid and so indispos'd So vain so foolish seldom well compos'd So ready to affect the world and'ts pelf Secretly saying Master save thy self Why shouldst thou thus thy tender self expose To be so long afflicted by thy foes Why shouldst thou man so long in Prison lye Thou maist fall sick and of that sickness dye Ponder the matter well tender thy life Thy pretty children and thy loving Wife So selfish is my heart so prone to please This sinful flesh of mine that loves its ease So full of unbelief and diffidence So ready to let go all confidence So fruitless negligent ungrateful So crafty and so subtile so deceitful I find it hard my heart to understand It hath so many turnings windings and So many evils doth it still attend I dare not trust it nor unto it lend An ear to hear its many cunning quirks That in it secretly lies hid and lurks But watch against oppose and crucifie Lest it prevail ore me and so I dye And sleep the sleep of death and all in vain I do or suffer prove my loss no gain Now then my soul behold what cause thou hast To look back to the time that 's gone and past And see consider weigh remember and Bewail thy sins for number as the sand Thy self abhor and loath and mourn for thy Uncomeliness and great imparity To Christ thy Prince that ever blessed one That dy'd for thee else hadst thou been undone And held in Chains of darkness evermore In Hell thy self to moan thy sins deplore A bond slave held in Satans Chain and Kingdom Subjected to his will his wiles and wisdom If thou shouldst have what thou by sin didst merit Thou never wilt eternal life inherit Look back I say behold and see what case Thou' rt in through sin that so by thee the Grace Of Christ thy King may so be magnifi'd His Name exalted and so glorifi'd That thou maist live for ever in his sight And that the King in thee may take delight And now behold my soul how thou art bound Here the rich love of the Lord to sound Declare and publish that all men may see How dearly Christ thy King hath loved thee And what the manner of that love hath been In taking thee from such a state of sin From Satans pow'r of darkness into light Translating thee into that Kingdom bright Of his dear Son that Prince of Life and Peace And Lord of Glory who will never cease By 's blood to speak far better things than all The blood of Abel did which loud did call For God's just veng'ance ' gainst his brother Cain Who had his brother murder'd kill'd and slain I say that speaks far better things for thee On thy behalf to God his Father he By virtue of his Death and Mediation Who lives for ever making intercession By which he pleads thy cause where now he 's sitting And answers for those sins thou art committing In weakness frailty and against thy will Consent good liking and doth daily fill Thee with assurance that thy sin 's forgiven And blotted out and all those scores made even That thou stoodst charged with before the seat Of God's tribunal terrible and great Which in that Court of Conscience there was plac't In which thou wast arraign'd condemn'd and cast 1. How wonderful thy goodness Lord hath ever been to me That thou such kindness shouldst afford of Grace and Mercy free 2. To such a sinful wretch as I so empty and so vile So fill'd with such iniquity that 's ready me to file 3. O Lord it 's wondrous in my fight that thou shouldst have regard To such a worthless nothing-wight which makes my heart though hard 4. To melt as wax before the fire when I thy Grace do weigh It so enflameth my desire Come Lord and make no stay 5. And let my soul taste more of love my soul is not content Without those show'rs fall from above that may my soul prevent 6. Those show'rs of mercy love grace that may be to my heart As show'rs to the new-mown grass that I may ne'r depart 7. From thee who art my God and King my Refuge and my Stay But that I may thy praises sing Come Lord without delay The more Christ doth himself to me make known The more to me his love and Grace is shown The more my soul enjoyes and doth possess The more it longs to have that happiness More to receive enjoy find feel and tast That by its force and strength and power at tast All those remains of sin might be subdu'd And that no fair pretence might me delude Deceive and harm by taking of my mind From Heav'n Heav'nly things nor me so blind Or cause to dote on any thing below Or make my
Or had committed crimes of such a nature So filthy and so foul with so much rancour Against their Worships What have they no Law To try me by Or have they got no maw To do me right What should the reason be I am an English man and am born free My Birth-right is not then without just cause To lie in Jayle contrary to the Laws But there 's a reason which I now espye Why they will make me still in Prison lye And that 's because they say I am a Preacher And of Phanatiques am a constant Teacher And therefore 't is they me in Prison hold Unless I would be wickedly so bold To promise them that I will preach no more Then will they me to liberty restore If I 'le conform then they will shew me favor Methinks to me these things have no good favor But what is 't now a crime to Preach and Pray That I must lie in Prison night and day For that and for no other cause do know But preaching Truth must I be used so Full seventeen Months and more as I have been In Prison now is Preaching such a sin That such as preach and have not their consent Can't be redeem'd except they do repent But must be kept in prison all their dayes As I shall be sometimes then Worships says The Prophet Moses was not of this mind For he would not Gods holy Spirit bind Nor limit it to this or t'other man He was content that those should preach that can For when complaint against some to him came Eldad and Meâ—al were the men by name Of whom 't was said These men do prophesie What for my sake saith he dost thou envie I would to God the Lords poor people all Were Prophets and that on them all might fall Such measures of the Spirit from the Lord That may enable them to preach his Word But now the case is alter'd much I see Their Worships will not so contented be As Moses was to prison he must go That preacheth now without their leave I know They would not be so serv'd themselves if they Should be forbid to either preach or pray Be clapt in prison for it when they should Do either of them I believe they would Not take it well to walk so in the dark The Priest forgets that ere he was a Clark Would they be us'd so by Romes brats and be Forc't to conform to Romes idolatry They do profess from Rome they 're separated And that by them Romes cruelty is hated And yet will they the conscience force of those That cannot with them in their Worship close Methinks in this they do not do by me As they themselves by Rome would used be But 't is my comfort in the midst of all My many troubles which some count but small They cannot charge me justly with a fault Which can by Law give cause thus to assaults My Carkase so to keep it thus in Jayle Against their Law refusing to take Baile Nay though they were commanded by the King They would not him obey nor me forth bring To any Legal tryal that I might Receive that just reward which is by right My due for more of them I do not crave And 't is but reason that I that should have Had I by Law deserved Bonds or Death I should contented be to lose my breath But if I have not any Law offended 'T is time I trow my trouble now were ended But I a Preacher am I don't deny Though much unworthy of the Ministry A worthless Worm unworthy of that love That Grace and Mercy which came from above Into my soul by which I did receive A Mission for to preach without their leave The Bishop of our souls did me ordain To preach his Grace I trust is not in vain That he bestow'd on me to preach his word And to declare his wondrous works abroad And though for this I do in prison lye I can in him rejoice most heartily And praise that God alone that doth esteem Of such a worthless one as I and deem Me worthy of the cross that for his Name And for the sake of Christ to suffer shame But yet some say I am a fool to lie In Jayle so long depriv'd of liberty Why should not I to them a promise make That I all kind of preaching will forsake For 't is against the Law that such as I Should preach unless I were ordained by The Bishops then without all doubt I may But might they not upon as good ground say The blessed Martyrs in the Marian dayes Did act against the Law for Bonner sayes You are not by the Law to preach or pray Except you do conform such prayers say As by the Queen and Church are now thought fit Should used be throughout the Land but yet Those Martyrs then would not perswaded be But stoutly stood to Non-conformity They rather chose in fiery flames to burn Than from what truth and light they had to turn There are two sorts of fools as I have read And one of them 't is true I am indeed The one wise Solomon so plainly paints In their own colours such will nere be Saiths For Fools saith he are such as knowledge hate Such is their dreadful miserable state That they the fear of God do never chuse Because they would not Wealth and Honor lose Such set a high esteem upon their lusts Their Pride and Pleasure and their gold that rusts In such like fools iniquity abounds And both in City and in Countrey sounds Fools belch out Oaths and dreadful Execrations Which are unto the wise man great vexations Fools call on God most wickedly to damn 'um And dare him to his face as 't were to ram 'um Into the very pit of Hell Fools say There is no God to hear when men do pray Their Oaths to hear or punish them for sin Which they with greediness do wallow in As quassing off of bowls of Beer and Wine Until they are as drunk as any Swine With whoring roaring and their sports and play That by them now are used ev'ry day As baiting Bulls and Bears with dogs and such Like sports as these of which there is too much With idle Stage Plays too and such like trade There 's many souls destroy'd that God hath made He then 's a fool that for these earthly toys Doth lose eternal life and heav'nly joys There are another sort if fools I find But those fools are quite of another mind These fools all worldly glory do despise Becoming fools that so they may be wise All worldly wisdom these for Christ account But loss and dung to win Christ doth furmount All Arts and Sciences all worldly treasure There 's none to them like him these take no pleasure In world or worldly things they are but dross Who offers them the world bids them to loss These do the glory of the world disdain Because its greatest glory is but vain An empty shell a water-bubble