eye he eyeth you Twelve Tribes he intends to tear you in pieces and to give your land to another people why because he roareth because he threatens This is the sense of the 4th verse the 5th follows wherein the Lord by his Prophet beats them from another refuge where he knew they would seek to hide their heads and that is that though wars and desolation should come as was threatned that they were but matters of chance incident to this world and no argument of Gods anger towards them This the Lord meets with in a Parable of a bird being taken in a net Can a bird saith he fall upon a snare in the earth where is no gin for him shall one take up a snare from the earth when he hath taken nothing He meaneth however accidental plagues may seem to be to men yet they are determined of God when a bird is caught it is but accidental to the bird he lighteth and is catched in the snare but it is the deliberate act the intentional act of the fowler for he sets the snare for what end to catch the bird and he taketh not up this snare until he hath caught it Oh Israel when ever you find your selves caught in the snare of God when ever you see your selves destroyed however accidental those destructions may seem to come upon you as to second causes believe it I was the fowler I laid the net saith the Lord I did intend to catch you it is my own work my designed work Therefore when such a Judgment comes say I sent it when you are caught I caught you when you are torn in pieces I tore you in pieces And now in the conclusion of all this saith he Can there be evil in the city and the Lord not do it These words they are put by way of question as I now told you make them affirmative and they shall be my Doctrine That is then thus Doct. There is no evil in a city but the Lord hath done it In the opening hereof 1. I shall shew you what is here meant by City 2. I shall shew you what is meant by evil in the City 3. I shall shew you how God is the author of all that evil in the City and I shall shew you the reason why he doth assume to himself to be the author of all the evil in the City 4. I shall shew you the reasons why he doth inflict so many evils upon a City and then we shall come to Application 1. What is here meant by City City may be taken here either properly or improperly properly for the rows of houses the streets of houses as they are compassed in with walls which are the habitations of Citizens The City for the houses of the City and then it is thus Is there any evil befalls the Houses of the City but I do it Are Cities fired and burnt to ashes I do it Improperly and here is a double Synecdoche to be understood in this word City 1. City is here taken for the things and persons in the City Is there any evil in a city that is Doth there any evil befall the Citizens of the City or any concernment of the Citizens and then there is another Synecdoche of the part for the whole the City may be taken for the Kingdom as being part of the Kingdom nay it may be taken for the whole world as being part of the whole world so the sense will be thus Is there any evil in a whole Kingdom Is there any evil in the whole world but I have done it saith the Lord God owneth himself to be the author of all the evil that is of punishment I shall shew presently that hath been in the world from the beginning of it to the end But then we must in the 2d place see what is meant by Evil there is a great deal of reason that you should be well informed hereof There are therefore my Brethren two sorts of evils which we must carefully distinguish 1. There is the evil of sin And 2ly There is the evil of punishment The evil of sin that is any transgression of or any nonconformity to the righteous Law of God this is properly evil the evil of sin yea the greatest evil in the world There are no evils of what kind soever that are to be compared with this great evil of sin Now my Brethren in this sense you must take heed of understanding the Prophet God doth not here say or the Prophet doth not here say Is there any evil of sin in a City but I have done it no God forbid this were the highest blasphemy in the world to make God the author of all the sin of the City He would be a strange God if he should be the author of all London's sins and all England's sins and all the worlds sins This cannot be the meaning of the Prophet for these Reasons 1. Because God is so far from being the author of all the sin in a City or in the world that he never committed any sin since this world was the world hath had experience of God for near six thousand years but they never found God guilty of sin guilty of any unrighteousness God in upbraiding his people Israel he doth make use of this You have departed from me saith the Lord and why are you departed from me What cause have I given you to depart from me Have your fathers found saith he any iniquity in me Have your fathers experienced any unrighteous dealings from me Did they ever find me an oppressor of them Did they ever find me to exact work and not to give good wages Did they ever find me to be false to my word In Jer. 2.5 Thus saith the Lord what iniquity have your fathers found in me that they are gone from me and have walked after vanities and are become vain What iniquity your fathers never found any iniquity in God no nor you neither The righteous God never was guilty from the foundation of the world to this time of any unrighteousness to any of his Creatures No here is a challenge as to all generations if they can tell any unrighteous works or any unrighteous act that God was guilty of and if they can challenge him for any they may have something to say for themselves 2ly God is so far from being the cause of sin that he doth disclaim an having any hand in it in any sort or kind whatever no not so much as in any temptation to it as you may see in Jam. 1.13 Let no man say when he is tempted I am tempted of God That is when any man is tempted to sin let no man say when he is thus tempted that God tempted him to sin Why should they not say so Why saith the Apostle the reason is for God cannot be tempted of evil neither tempteth he any man No man can ever tempt God to do that which is evil neither doth God tempt any man to
what a great deal of this plague is upon London and truly Sirs this is a worse plague than that of the Pestilence this plague exceeds the Plague of Sixty-five and exceeds the great plague of the Fire for which you humble your selves this day It is worse than Plague and Fire why because those other plagues are but the litter of this Coccatrice eggs all hatched in this womb of sin London's blindness London's hardness of heart under the light of the Gospel was the cause of London's Fire and London's Pestilence It were well if there were a Fast-day appointed all over England to bewail this great plague of blindness of mind and hardness of heart this judicial blindness and hardness that is as it were spread like a leprosie all over England this is a plague we are not sensible of little affected with Why because it is invisible in the soul The fire that flamed and cast a dreadful smoke and affected our senses looked like Sodom yea like Hell it self these we are affected with and when we see our dying friends look pale and see them gasp and groan this we are affected with but for blind souls dead souls poysoned souls poysoned with sin being full of sin and full of Hell gasping and dying and going to Hell no body is affected with this how few hearts are affected with this and those least upon whom this plague is 2ly There is another sort of evils and those are such that reach the body Is there any evil in a city but I have done it That is Is there any punishment upon the body there is not My Brethren you never know God aright you never adore him aright you never fear him aright till you can see him concerned with every thing that you meet with in the world yea every evil God doth look so narrowly unto all that you are and have that there is not one hair of your heads can fall to the ground without his Providence there is not an aking head but God hath a hand in it the least pain on your body that is inflicted it is by a direction from God There is not one evil in a whole City no not among all the inhabitants of a City but I have done it saith the Lord all the crossings of your family all of them every one of them whatever be the second causes that are at work God is the first he is the first great wheel There is not an evil all those burning feavers agues all the pains of the Stone or Gout all those Plague-sores those Boils and Blains let the disease be what it will what it can as it is a punishment God is the author of it God inflicts it And then there is another sort of evils there are many of them indeed but another that which respects the estate there is not one evil that may befall your estate in this world but God is the author of it Would you in London but believe this it would be of great use to you you never lose one farthing but God knoweth of it and he hath a hand in it You never trust a man and he deceiveth you but God giveth you up to be deceived by that man You never trusted a man that breaketh through poverty but God knew it before hand and gave you up to lend him or to trust him There is not a Ship miscarrieth by Sea but it is of the Lord it miscarrieth Oh that you were but well acquainted with this Doctrine then would you learn to acknowledg God in all your ways and in all his works of Providence that you meet with in the world and if there is none of these evils can follow your estate without God then surely London could not be burnt without God for if the least evil how much more the greatest evil So that here you see it was the Lord Jehovah that burnt this City a few years since he burnt it to ashes he would not have the fire stopt he would have it go on raging till it had finished his Decree he would have it so the Lord hath done it he owneth it this day that you are met together and hath in his Providence sent me to tell you that God burnt London God burnt it Do not therefore much trouble your selves about Instruments though likely some might be wicked instruments in it yet it was God that did the thing I have done it saith the Lord. Doubtless it it of an humbling consideration to us this day now we are come before the Lord. But then the question will be in the Third place How may God be said to be the author of all punishment How is it that God doth burn Cities destroy Families Kingdoms how doth he do it There are two ways that God may be said to be the author of all the punishments that are in the world First God is the author of them by his decreeing of them Secondly God is the author of them by seeing to means that shall certainly execute them God in his Decree appoints the end and God in his Providence provides the means too so that if they be decreed by God and these Decrees executed by God then God may truly be said to be author of them I have done them saith God First Then God is the author of all punishment in a City in as much as when ever these evils come upon a City or people they are first decreed by God they do not come by chance they are of Gods laying on as the Prophet intimateth God hath determined of them before hand and this will be clear if you do but consult several like cases when evils have befallen a world of people and befallen Cities they came not accidentally but they came by the determinate counsel of God We will give you some of these instances One of the most universal plagues that God ever poured down upon this world was that of the Deluge when he drowned it Why whence come these waters from God Who drowned the World I did saith God What didst not thou spare except those eight persons man woman nor child no not one I spared none of them but drowned them all What was it done rashly inconsiderately as men use to do in a passion doing that in haste that they repent at leisure No no God thought of it long before sixscore years before the world was drowned it was determined of God it should be drowned he had passed his Decree upon it for their iniquities Gen. 6.7 And the Lord said I will destroy man whom I have created I will do it saith God from the face of the earth both man and beast and the creeping things and the fowls of the air for it repenteth me that I have made man I will do it saith the Lord. Lord when wilt thou do it I will do it saith he about sixscore years hence I will give them so much time to repent in to see what they will do vers 3. For
man would have done it 2 And was not God himself slighted by those that were invited to the feast Was not Christ worse than slighted and was not Paul called a Babler and the Gospel foolishness 3 But consider further Is not the Gospel and the God of it slighted in thee the message thou knowest is not thine but his that sent thee 4 And think is it not natural for the carnal mind to have unsavoury dark foolish thoughts of the Gospel was it not always so did not Christ wonder seeing their unbelief 5 But think it 's God in Christ or the strictness and spiritualness of the Gospel that they undervalue and think nothing of the excellency of They say it 's thou speakest nothing they would say the other but they dare not speak out and so they cast it on thee and art thou not willing rather to suffer than it wouldst not thou have interposed thy face to Christ to have received the spittle and kept it from him and thine head to have been crowned with thorns and what dost thou shrink in taking of this 6 But think what reason have they to charge thee with a nothingness and impertinency in preaching what mean so many to follow thee they may hear nothings and impertinencies nearer home Wherefore go on chearfully and boldly in thy work and regard not what some few scoffers say when thou art carrying on that work for the good of souls which the Lord will own and bless HYMN I. WHat ails my soul to look so wan My vitals they are fled What faintings do I feel within My heart as 't were is dead Love-beams do shine full in my face From off the throne above They sparkle glories round my soul Yet yet I cannot love I see the Heavens open wide My Lord upon his throne I see his Saints all cloth'd in gold Bedeckt with glittering stone I fee a Crown held in his hand To set upon my head If once I were laid low in grave Yet yet my heart is dead What my distemper is God knows It 's cause I can unfold My heart lay down upon the earth And there it caught a cold This this alone had been enough My health to overthrow But I of flesh a surfeit took Which made my grief to grow Lord what compassions in thy looks What pearls stand in thine eye Like a kind friend thou turn'st away As loth to see me die No cordials can my sp'rits revive Those glorious sights do'nt move Oh I am lost there is no hope I see yet cannot love My God! my God! don 't me forsake If I must needs then die Whil'st I am breathing out my last Oh! do but thou stand by Help help thou great soul-curing God In languishments I lye Speak but the word my heart revives Oh yet I shall not die I find my native heat restor'd My wonted joys return I love thee Lord I love thee now With love my heart doth burn Oh what are all the things below What toys they seem to me When shall I leave them and come up To dwell my Lord with thee HYMN II. The Souls Farewell to her Body TIr'd with a body now at last In travel on my road I must take Inn and rest my self I must of flesh unload I see my prison-walls fall down And mold'ring into dust I feel my chains of flesh break off As eaten up with rust Oh! I am going help my God! A little respite give Reverse thy sentence add some years That I on earth may live Ah! foolish soul how fond of life Dost thou thy self betray Why a few minutes more dost thou With tears for life thus pray Are not the years enough thou ' st been A Pilgrim here below Thy Father calls bids come away Ah! fool thou wilt not go What seest thou in this wicked world That thus delights thine eye A father brother or dear friends Thou ' lt find them all on high Thy Saviour hath a Palace there Imbost about with Gold Thine's but a den where now thou dwell'st Whose walls scarce keep out cold What canst thou see more than thou hast The same Sun runs its round The rivers ebb and flow alike No new thing can be found The pleasant faces of thy friends Thou feest but o're again The sweets of meats and drinks thou tasts Are but the very same Yet these sweet and beloved things Have thorns been in thy side Their Prickles have so torn thy heart Thou scarce could'st them abide But Oh thou lump of Gold my Soul How full of dross and tin Thy Father would but melt thee now And purge thee of thy sin Thou art my Soul a ball of light Here in dark lanthorn place't God in a golden socket would Thee set to burn not waste Arise my Soul come shake thy plumes Prepare thy self for flight Like a fledg'd Eagle mount aloft And bid the world Good-night Farewell then dearest friends farewell Farewell fond world I say Lord now I come Oh take me up With sighs and groans I pray HYMN III. The Resurrection of our Blessed Lord. ON Golgotha that fatal day While Christ on Cross did bleed The whole Creation groan'd they say To see that bloody deed The Earths big heart with sorrow swells Which burst out in earth-quakes The Sun his eye hides in a cloud The lowring Heaven shakes The bodies of the dead arise Most ghastly look and wonder Because mens hearts nor garments rent The Vale doth tear asunder Yet one thing do I admire more To see a God-man dead His breathless royal trunk they took And laid in grave deaths-bed Like conquer'd captive there he lies In th' prison of a grave Three days the tyrant death him holds In fetters like a slave So long said he I 'le lye then cry'd Hell grave death do your worst Fast tye me bind me chain my hands I 'le all your fetters burst Rowl rowl a stone upon his tomb The Jews of Pilate pray Set watch and ward lest that his friends By night steal him away With bills and lanthorns there they stand With scoffs they him deride See how he riseth jeeringly They flout one very side At length the third days morn doth dawn Our Lord begins to ' wake Whilest the hard stony Cover-lid Away the Angel takes Look look the watch-men see they run As frighted hark their crys The buried Jesus he is risen We saw him with these eyes Shout shout for joy ye Saints of his This is your Saviour dear When you this wretched life must leave Graves Coffins do not fear This day a perfect conquest he Of grim-lookt death hath made Your moulder'd rotted bodies he Can raise as he hath said HYMN IV. Of our Lords Ascension into Heaven I Sometime wondred why thou Lord Those forty-days didst stay On earth betwixt thy Grave and Crown Or thy Ascension day It seems most like a Captain great After some bloody fights Who walks to shew his friends he lives And puts his Host to rights Thus all things
setled up he mounts Upon his Royal Steed Who prancing through the streets is prais'd For his victorious deed Just so my glorious blessed Prince With vict'ry on his side Being won with ghastly gaping wounds In triumph he must ride Down with a Chariot made of clouds From th' Palace-yard on high His Father sent to setch his Son In great solemnity Before he steps up to his seat Like Royal Prince he gave Rich-wonder-working gifts to 's friends And then he took his leave Strait at command the foaming winds With prancings up they fly Proud of the burthen that they drew A load of Majesty When he got home Oh! with what shouts Of joy did Heav'n resound When th' Father sat him on his Throne And there himself him crown'd Angels and Saints do all at once The Song of the Lamb sing As worthy of all honour praise Yea worthy to be King Sit there thou great Victorious Prince At thy Fathers right hand Bring down thine en'mies to thy feet Rule all by thy command HYMN V. The Souls Access LOrd hear my knocking 's hark my crys Want drives me to thy door Oh! chide not do not say Away I was here once before Where shall I go thou only hast That life none gives beside I went about the world to beg For life but all deni'd Thou art my God and Saviour To thee I naked creep Besmear'd in blood and tears I lie Lord pity see I weep If I have sin'd Lord thou hast di'd To free me thou wast sent And thou hast said I shall not die If that I will repent Justice Oh hold a while thy stroke Suffer a sinner plead It 's for my life one word and then Strike on and make me bleed If I had sin'd and would not yield But stoutly stand it out Thy wrath might then have broacht my heart And let my life run out If I had heard a Christ was come With open arms to save Had I not run for refuge there Mercy I might not crave Now Justice strike 't is done but see Where I incircled lye Within the folds of Jesus arms Strike in his arms I 'le die Chear up my heart the storm is o're Justice is ris'n and gone All thy accusers creep away Thy Christ is lest alone What blessed voice was that I heard My Son rise off thy knees Thy sins are pardon'd thou art free And I have paid thy fees Lord what a quick dispatch hast thou In grace giv'n to my cause I am arraign'd acquit set free By thy most gracious Laws Had I not guilty dar'd to plead Though fraught with Angels skill How sure my impannel'd conscience would Have sought and found the bill HYMN VI. The descent of the Spirit WHO knows the winds from whence they come Or whither they do go The holy breathings we receive Are from the Spirit ev'n so Sometimes its cooling gales we feel On Conscience all on fire Sometimes its cooling heats we find Our nummed hearts inspire This is that Holy Ghost that Christ Did promise for to send This is that pow'rful Spirit that Our stubborn hearts must bend Jerusalem the City was Design'd for his descent Thither the Christians at th' command Of th' Heavenly Angel went No sooner were they set but straight A mighty tempest rose Shook the foundations of the house Which they for pray'rs had chose Struck with amazement soon there fell Flames shap't both flat and long Which hovering light upon each head Much like a Cloven-tongue Those little fiery bushes were But wonders for to shew That th' wonder-working Spirit was Come down to men below For straight he tun'd each Christians tongue All Languages to speak The Parthians Medes and Elamites To them their minds might break Thousands of Salem flock to see This strange unheard-of thing They flock too fast for they forget Good hearts with faith to bring Some are amaz'd but others scoff Some praise but others say They have too much of tongue they 'r drunk With much new wine to day Oh injur'd God! how can'st thou bear These dreadful Blasphemies These wonders speak thy Gospel true They say it 's nought but lyes Scarce fifty days now past thy Son With nails they Crucifi'd And now to heap up sin on sin Thy Spirit they deride Instead of wrath Gods bowels yern Yet thinks them thoughts of Grace The bleeding Christ while Peter preacht The Spirit gave them chace Three thousand hearts at once he struck Who bleeding came and cri'd What shall we do we do believe On Christ we Crucifi'd O holy conquering Spirit thou Those souls did'st captivate This is a second wonder wrought Which we with Songs relate Oh let me find thy heats within As a refiners fire Purge from my heart all dross and sin This this is my desire HYMN VII First Part. THOU dreadful Judg whose Majesty Angels themselves adore That can't with open face thee see But clap their wings before When thou with whispers dost but chide The arch of Heaven doth quake Big-bellied clouds forth lightning bring And into thunders break When that thy wrath it doth but breathe Great storms of whirlwinds rise Hail snow and rain come tumbling down Whilest th' trembling sinner flies The lofty mountains stoop their heads To hide them in their vales Great men and Princes shrink for fear Their hearts and courage fails Some high and mighty Angels hatcht Treason against his Crown He spar'd them not but from their Throne With vengeance pull'd them down He chains of darkness on them laid As pris'ners doth them keep Against the great and terrible day When hardest hearts shall weep When the old world thy name forgot And laid aside their fears The gentle wrathful Heavens wept Drowns it with showers of tears When Sodom and Gomorrah burnt With fires of wanton lust With flakes of fir'd brimstone thou Those Cities burnd'st to dust Sion it self that darling hill In Salem that did stand Them both for slaying of thy Son Thou mad'st a fire-brand Our bleeding carcasses thy sword leaves reeking on the ground Yet after this we no more fear Than men fall'n in a swound Second Part. When thou O mighty God shalt come Riding upon the wind To judg the world Oh! in what place Will th' wicked refuge find How shall we hear thy shrill voice't trump Cleaving th' air asunder To wake our ashes in their graves With noise like claps of thunder Lord what a glorious train is that That on their wings do ride Look how they post in full career Thronging on either side Oh! they 're the Angels of the Lord Egypt's first-born that slay'd That took poor Lazarus soul that di'd And him in bosom laid The Trump shall sound and Michael then Th' Archangel strait shall cry Arise you dead to judgment come The Lord your lives must try Look how the wicked's bodies crawl Like Toads out of their den What ghastly fearful looks they bear They look like frighted men Why do you sinners now thus quake Call for your
gods and all Their Goddesses he vanities dare call Some him deride but others what he said Take him an Oracle and 's word obey'd Among the people hence divisions came All do each others gods contend to shame Some cry for crutches for their gods of wood And say they 're neither wise nor just nor good Room in the hospital Oh let them come Your gods are blind lame senseless deaf and dumb What is Diana but a lump of Gold ' Way with her Shrines that ev'ry where are sold The Silver and the Copper-smiths did hear These upstart Hereticks with no small fear One 'mong the rest Demetrius by name Unto his brethren he in fury came A man of upright stature as I guess But five foot high I judg no more nor less Of a pale face and of a long stretcht nose Yet of a sprightful eye as I suppose The last activity th' other envy notes But the long snout one that on money dotes And if you 'l add the tufts of hair that lye About his lips of a deep carrot-die The end of 's whiskers sinically ' rose Up straight t' guard his promontorial nose His garments such that Greek-wise swept the ground With a muff-cap hanging on side his crown Thus with grave countenance as it was fit He fetcht a hum and then most gravely spit Nodding his head on one side then on t'other He thus began to speak unto each brother Genteels you know Ephesians were your Sires And that you had your breeding 'mong the fires Your sp'rits should be warm to see th' foundation Of your divine and noble occupation Race't to the ground do you not all well know If this Sect do encrease it will be so If that Diana men no Goddess take No man her shrine will buy which we do make That she a Goddess be is it not fit When we by her our wealth and substance get Did not our ancestors her e're adore Must she be chang'd for gods ne'r known before Doth not all Asia and the world allow That she be worshipt and before her bow That her rich Temple is it not much pity Should now at length be slighted by this City Now brave Ephesian Coppersmiths I call You such that you prevent your Goddess fall Shall this one fellow with his witless crown Be let to turn the great world upside down The only feeble argument that he Doth urge to us is that no Deity Is made by hands of man you see How he brings hither new Philosophy I am no Sophy yet an answer I Will give to this poor silly fallacy Diana is a Deity you know And mans hands made her tell me i' nt it so Ergo he lies But yet he further sings Can any make them that have made all things To this I answer him I never yet Studied the point But I will never let My Goddess and my trade go down together But right or wrong I do not much care whether That you are of the very self-same mind I hope this day by your warm zeal to find When this long speech he sweetly forth had stutter'd He paus'd then made a stop then no more utter'd These things thus spoken by Demetrius Great is Diana of brave Ephesus They all with one continued voice did shout Throw down their hammers so they all run out Tuck up their aprons and do shrug the shoulder Run from their Masters whither never told her Throwing their arms and moving legs apace All seem'd as if they were to run a race With red-coats blew-coats and add to them yellow The streets do swarm and each the other follow Some with fall'n stockings others with one shoo Yet all resolve the race to hobble through One up Diana shouted th' other cries Down with all Taxes and Monopolies A third with loud and fearful far-fetcht Oaths Cursed the Senators as th' publick foes A fourth steps out asking what all this meant 'T was said because a good mans cloak was rent Others more gravely would the cause unfold Telling demurely that two women scold Began the fray that first by words then blows They pull'd and tugg'd and nimbly in they close Down they both fell to whom a stander-by Said it was no such matter he did lye He would have told his story but the rout All on a sudden up the streets they scout Yelping and yawling what each thought the best Though all did strangely differ from the rest As they were running 't happen'd that a Lad In a black shirt and a long apron clad I guest him Prentice to some Coppersmith In galloping his legs being tangled with His longer apron which did hang before him Tript up his heels another straight fell o're him A third o're him and so in heaps they lay All chang'd their notes to cry Oh stay stay stay My arm my leg another Oh my thigh You are too heavy on my back that lie Oh where 's my shoo 's you-sir have torn my shirt Another You-sir 't was that did me hurt Oh where 's my cap look there in kennel 't is Oh that 's not mine but that Fur'd cap is his As they got up one crys unto the other I prithee take thy knife and scrape me brother One toting fellow street-yarn oft that reels Came crawling out with breeches 'bout his heels When the rest saw that pitiful disaster They held their sides and fell to a loud laughter This stopt the rout a while in their swift race But up they get away they run apace Now up their throats they raise and do begin Agen to fill the City with a din. For two hours time this mad rout thus did hold Till that the Town-Clark came and it controul'd Telling Demetrius and the rest that they To right all wrongs by justice had their way And that their foul fault to such height did mount Of which he 's sure they could give no account So he dismist them and they went their way Most knowing not for what they met that day The FLINT THey say my soul 's a Flint My thoughts are sparks of reason Which her small cells do stint Unto an atoms prison They say this fire 's divine That from this flint doth flow Which will our eyes refine And God and nature show This most mysterious flame I did desire to know I to this flint straight came To see if it were so For heat I grope't about The Prison-walls felt cold Then I began to doubt The truth of what was told At length I did begin Their gates with strokes to shake I found then fire within For th' prison-doors I brake I struck agen and place't My breast the tinder-box Under which soon embrace't The fire that fell with knocks The candle of the Lord I then took up to light Which flame it did afford That it did burn out bright On this pure stream of flame Mine eye row'd to and fro And at the length I came Of fuel within to know Within my breast I found Loves taper without