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A most excellent treatise containing the way to seek heavens glory, to flie earths vanity, to feare hells horror with Godly prayers and the bell-mans summons.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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1639
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lingering of thy repaire unto him for thou shalt finde the suddennesse of his wrath and revenge not slacke to destroy sinners For which cause let no man sojourne long in sinfull security or post over his repentance untill feare enforce him to it but let us frame our premises as we would finde our conclusion endeavouring to live as we are desirous to die let us not offer the maine crop to the Divell and set God to gleane the reproofe of his harvest let us not gorge the Divell with our fairest fruits and turne God to the filthy scraps of his leavings but let us truly dedicate both soule and body to his service whose right they are and whose service they owe that so in the evening of our life we may retire to a Christian rest closing up the day of our life with a cleare sunne-set that leaving all darknesse behind us we may carry in our consciences the light of grace and so escaping the horrour of an eternall night passe from a mortall day to an everlasting morrow Thine in Christ Jesus Samuell Rowland STrike saile poore soule in sins tempestuous tide That runst to ruine and eternall wracke Thy course from heaven is exceeding wide Hels gulfe thou ent'rest if grace guide not backe Satan is Pilot in this navigation The Ocean Vanity The Rocke damnation VVarre with the Dragon and his whole alliance Renounce his league intends thy utter losse Take in sinnes flag of truce set out defiance Display Christs ensigne with the bloudy crosse Against a Faith-proofe armed Christian Knight The hellish coward dares not mannage fight Resist him then if thou wilt victor be For so he flies and is disanimate His fiery darts can have no force at thee The shield of faith doth all their points rebate He conquers none to his infernall den But yeelding slaves that wage not fight like men Those in the dungeon of eternall darke He hath enthralled everlasting date Branded with Reprobations cole-blacke marke Within the never-opening ramd up gate Where Dives rates one drop of water more Than any crowne that ever Monarch wore Where furies haunt the hearttorne wretch despaire Where clamours cease not teeth are ever gnashing Where wrath and vengeance sit in horrors chaire Where quenchlesse flames of sulphur fire be flashing Where damned soules blaspheme God in despight Where utter darknesse stands remov'd from light Where plagues inviron torments compasse round Where anguish rores in never stinted sorrow Where woe woe woe is every voices sound Where night eternall never yeelds tomorrow VVhere damned tortures dreadfull shall persever So long as God is God So long is ever Heavens Glory WHo loves this life from love his love doth erre And chusing drosse rich treasure doth denie Leaving the pearle Christs counsels to preferre With selling all we have the same to buy O happy soule that doth disburse a summe To gaine a kingdome in the life to come Such trafficke may be tearmed heavenly thrift Such venter hath no hazard to disswade Immortall purchase with a mortall gift The greatest gaine that ever Merchant made To get a crowne where Saints and Angels sing For laying out a base and earthly thing To taste the joyes no humane knowledge knowes To heare the tunes of the coelestiall quires T' attaine heav'ns sweet and mildest calme repose To see Gods face the summe of good desires Which by his glorious Saints is howerly eyde Let sight with seeing never satisfide Sod as he is sight beyond estimate Which Angel tongues are unt aught to discover Whose splendor doth The heavens illustrate Vnto which sight each sight becomes a lover Whom all the glorious court of heaven laud With praises of eternities applaud There where no teares are to interpret griefes For any sighes heart dolours to expound There where no treasure is surpris'd by theeves Nor any voice that speakes with sorrowes sound No use of passions no distempered thought No spot of sinne no deed of errour wrought The native home of pilgrime soules abode Rest's habitation joyes true residence Ierusalem's new Citie built by God Form'd by the hands of his owne excellence With gold pav'd streets the wals of precious stone VVhere all sound praise to him sits on the throne HEAVENS Glory EARTHS Vanitie and HELLS Torments Of the Glory of the blessed Saints in Heaven TO the end there might want nothing to stirre up our mindes to verâ—e after the paines which Almighty God threatneth to the wicked he doth also set before us the reward of the good which is that glory and everlasting life which the blessed Saints doe enjoy in Heaven whereby he doth very mightily allure us to the love of the same But what manner of thing this reward and what this life is there is no tongue neither of Angels nor of men that is sufficient to expresse it Howbeit that wee may have some kinde of savour and knowledge thereof I intend here to rehearse even word for word what S. Augustine saith in one of his meditations speaking oâ— the life everlasting ensuing thiâ— transitorie time and of the joyes of the blessed Saints in Heaven O life saith he prepared by Almighty God for his friends a blessed life a secure life a quiet life a beautifull life a cleane life a chast life a holy life a life that knoweth no death a life without sadnesse without labour without griefe without trouble without corruption without feare without variety without alteration a life replenished with all beautie and dignity where there is neither enemy that can offend nor delight that can annoy where love is perfect and no feare at all where the day is everlasting and the spirit of all is one where Almighty God is seene face to face who is the onely meate whereupon they feed without loathsomenesse it delighteth mee to consider thy brightnesse and thy treasures doe rejoyce my longing heart The more I consider thee the more I am striken in love with thee The great desire I have of thee doth wonderfully delight me and no lesse pleasure is it to me to keepe thee in my remembrance O life most happy O kingdome truly blessed wherein there is no death nor end neither yet succession of time where the day continuing evermore without night knoweth not any mutation where the victorious Conqueror being joyned with those everlasting quires of Angels and having his head crowned with a garland of glory singeth unto Almighty God one of the songs of Sion Oh happy yea and most happy should my soule be if when the race of this my pilgrimage is ended I might bee worthy to see thy glory thy blessednesse thy beauty the wals and gates of thy Citie thy streets thy lodgings thy noble Citizens and thine omnipotent King in his most glorious Majestie The stones of thy wals are precious thy gates are adorned with bright pearles thy streets are of very fine excellent gold in which there never faile perpetuall praises thy houses are paved with rich stones wrought throughout with Saphirs