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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

to be had In any other if they be not clad VVith his unspotted robes of righteousness They can't be sav'd in any other dress There 's no name under heaven that can ease us Of sins enthralment but the name of Jesus Saints by his merits only do attain Eternal life which is the greatest gain Good works to heavens kingdom are the way The cause of reigning that we dare not say Christ is the Door and there 's no entring in But by his bloud which clonseth from all sin He is the curtain the refreshing screen Us and Gods scorching ire that stands between The deluge of his wrath no man can shun Unless with speed into this ark he run They lose themselves for ever who assay To go to heaven any other way The Fourth Mark THeir souls oft soar above the spangled sky And unto Heaven in contemplation fly Mount Tabor they do frequently ascend To eye the glory that may there be kenn'd They heaven alwayes have within their eye VVhich makes them earthly trifles to defie Their hearts are only fix'd on things above These are the chiefest objects of their love The blessed God their thoughts still dwel upon An eartely saint's a contradiction Though they to so journ here below are driven Yet is their conversation still in heaven There is their treasure there their chief estate From which no wile their hearts can separate How to be great on earth is not their plot They use the world as though they us'd it not The pleasures of this life they little heed Their thoughts upon the fairest objects feed They 'r alwayes pressing forward tow'rds the mark And long to taste the Manna in heav'ns ark The Fifth Practical Conclusion O Long to be installed in the throne Of endless glory let thy spirit groan After a full and plenary possession Of blessedness transcending all expression Pant after that unparallell'd estate One mite whereof surpasseth all conceit Be like the Bird of Paradise which they say Being intangled in the snare straightway Begins to strive and never giveth o're Till she enjoy her freedom as before Sing Simeons swan-like song at his decease Lord let thy servant now depart in peace Welcome the messenger of death which brings Most joyful tydings from the King of Kings Which tells the saints of an approaching crown Of matchless glory honour and renown Death is the chariot which without delay Saints to their Fathers house soon bears away Death lodgeth souls i' th' twinckling of an eye In the sweet bosome of felicity Death is to humble penitents no less Then a short entrance into happiness Their nasty loathsome rags death frees them from And gives them change of raiment in their room Death is the saints ascension day to bliss Their marriage day with Jesus Christ it is Death is the Charter of their liberty The period of their pain and misery Death gives them an immunity from sin And frees them from the fears they once were in Death is the bane of woe the grave of vice The portal opening into Paradise Where grace that in the bud was here below Into the flow'r of glory straight shal blow Where saints immortal souls made more divine Shal with the Di'monds of perfection shine Where they to their unspeakable delight Of God himself shal have a perfect sight VVhere in their wills there shal a likeness be To God in holiness and purity VVhere having shot the gulph of Death they shal VVear on their heads a crown imperial VVhere the rich caskets of their souls shal be O'relaid with glories best embroiderie VVhere in the river they of pleasures shal Be bath'd whose sweetness is perpetual VVhere no contaminating tincture e're Shall their unspotted purity besmear VVhere God himself unto the saints shall be A spring of life to perpetuitie Where they shal in the fragrant bosome li● Of their beloved to eternitie Where saints by vertue of their Saviours merit Shal alwayes have fresh in-comes of the spirit VVhere the enammel of their glory shal Never wear off nor soiled be at all VVhere they shal have a rich redundancy Of peace joy comfort and serenity Where they their safety shal behold from all Insulting foes and their eternal thrall VVhere they a glorious kingdom shal receive Of which no power on earth can them bereave VVhere they shal be partakers of that joy VVhich will them satisfie but never cloy VVhere Baca into Beracha shal be Converted mourning into melody VVhere brinish tears shal never dim their eyes Nor shal their ears be frighted more with cryes Where sorrows ne're shal damp their hearrs again Nor shal their senses be disturb'd with pain VVhere they no more shal persecuted be By Satans imps for their integrity VVhere saints with sparkling Gems of glory shal Be deck'd and not be envi'd for 't at all VVhere length of years without the least decay Of strength they shal enjoy yea where for ay They shal be blessed with the love of many And need not fear the jealoufie of any VVhere for their labour a Quietus est Each saint shal have and ever be at rest Where life and immortality they shall Have for their death in Christ and Christ for all The Conclusion of the whole THe Glory that within the curtain lies Can't measur'd be by our capacities There 's more within the vaile than by the best And most sublimed saint can be exprest Grace may believe 't but Reason cannot sound The bottom of 't though never so profound In fathoming this rich inheritance What 's all acuteness but meer ignorance He cannot reach this glory that 's indu'de VVith knowledge in the largest latitude If Natures secretary did not know The cause why Euripus did ebbe and flow O how then would his Reason puzz'led be To sound the Ocean of Eternity VVhat the inspired Pen-man doth relate Of natural men and unregenerate Respectively to spir'tuals that they are Not able them to comprehend or bear The same more truly may asserted be In reference unto Eternity 'T is with the prospect of eternity As to the Ocean it is with the eye It may its surface not its bottom see And so some dark and glimmering knowledge we May have of heaven but no mortal eye Into its in side able is to pry The blind-man half restored to his sight Said Lo I see by this imperfect light Men walk as trees So may a pur-blind eye Glance at the riches of Eternity Some few weak parcels of the knowledge we May of it gain but not its Centre see He that was carri'd up above the sky To see a Landskip of Felicity To take a view of those transcendencies Heaven was enrich'd withal what there his eyes Had seen to their ineffable content At his return with what astonishment Doth he relate it Yea he doth confess Words were too weak his Vision to express The ravishing and beatifical Sights which his eyes had blessed been withal VVere not to be pourtrai'd in all their glory By th'

Pencil of the rarest Oratory The riches that attend Eternity Transcend the reach of any mortal eye They are a sphear above the apprehensions Of humane understandings or inventions 〈◊〉 though height'ned much with industry And Grace their worth and value can't descry Eternal glory to our weaker eyes Is an estate vail'd o're with mysteries Much like to pictures whose rare artifice By Curtains from our eyes concealed is The lanthorn of our shallow intellect Us to the knowledge of it can't direct VVhile grace is of so low a stature we Can't look that knowledge should giganticke be None can of Glory have a perfect sight Till they from earth to heaven take their flight The winter of our life must first be past E're we the summer fruits of glory taste VVhen saints out of the cage of earth shall flye Into the Region of eternity Their pondrous weights of glory they shall find To nonplus all conceptions of the mind Till that time come they must contented be VVith the first fruits of that felicitie VVith those sweet crums their craving stomacks they Must pacifie till their ascension day The fuller knowledge of our future state Concealed is our Faith to animate VVho dig in Mines where store of Gold doth lye Their hopes of wealth do whet their industry Many Reserves there are in heaven which Magnetick are to draw out all the rich And orient Graces of the saints and these VVarm their endeavours that are apt to freeze VVhat in the dark remains doth grace excit● And scrue it up unto a greater height Such a desire of knowledge natural VVas that ingenious Romane edg'd withal That while the cause he of Vesuvius His flaming Vomits with a vigorous Enquiry sought to know he in the wombe Of those ejections did himself entombe And how doth this lend Grace a wing to fly And with more vigorous conquest it supply That he whose eye of Faith most piercing is Can't see the end of his eternal bliss Nor sum up what the int'rest of his Glory Amounts to by the light of sacred story This portion which our intellects can't see To tell out while they vail'd and clouded be Is a most rich and rare encouragement VVhereby our graces with a stronger bent Are carri'd heaven-ward this Faith enflames And makes our hope rise higher in its aims This plumes a saint and makes him higher flie In contemplation of eternitie Faith's Triumph ST and not my soul upon a sinners leggs But with all speed relinquish thine own dreggs Into the arms of thy dear Saviour flie There only mayst thou find securitie Endeavour to beleeve what thou art never Able to purchase by thine own endeavour Thy debt acknowledge and then by and by Thy Jesus will the payment justifie Confide not in thy self or what thou hast Lest by thy self thou be deceiv'd at last Wouldst thou the precious Grace of Faith acquire Renounce thy self cast off thine own attire Wouldst thou in purity preserve thy Faith Condemne thy self heed not what Reason saith Do misty clouds obscure and dimme thy sight Faith will dispel them by its radiant light Is Heaven gate fast up against thee blockt The Key of Faith will open and unlock't Is there in Heavens high-way a roaring Lion Faith will o're com't and lead thee unto Sion Doth fear surprize thee Faith will courage bring Doth Death affright thee Faith pulls out the sting Is' t hard and difficult to gain the crown Faith bear'st away with honour and renown Be faithful to the death and thou shalt ha●● An heavenly garland though an earthly g●●ve It shall not be to thee the Scripture saith According to thy works but to thy faith If before Faith good works can't work salvation After Repentance bad ones can 't damnation As he that crowns thy good works doth thereby Crown his own gifts so doth he magnifie His own free Grace that pardoneth thine evil Works which enslaved thee unto the Devil Cast anchor here my soul let nothing e're Remove thee in thy Faith still persevere And when the waves of thy corruptions beat Into thy leaking vessel and do threat Thine utter ruine and eternal bane By true Repentance pumpe them out again FINIS