Lazarus must be Fed With Heavens rich Juices and with Angels Bread There is a Table richly Spread above There is an Everlasting Feast of Love A Feast which Friends and Friendship doth mantain Pale Envy is not there nor proud disdain They all are One In One they all agree One is there all which makes all one to be Here 's Height of Mirth with Depth of Seriousness Plenty without the Hazard of Excess Here are full Joys in Hand full Joys in View Here Wine and Appetite are ever new Ever begins their Feast and n're do end Whom growing Loaves and Living Springs attend Their Harps are well-strung Hearts well-tuned And Sacred Hallelujahs are their Songs Tongues Here sit the Saints Here the Believers Sire Is Nobly Seated in his Rich Attire Hither the King of Heaven new Guests doth call Nor can he come too late that comes at all The mighty One who dwells and rules on High Angels attend with an obedient Eye The Secrets of his Breasts they do not Skill But are the trusty Servants of his Will Thus charg'd he them ' Bring Lazarus to the Feast ' And let him take his Place next Abraham's Breast They heard with Rev'rence and obey'd their King Joy rais'd their Hearts nimbly shook their Wing They fled from Heaven yet Heaven was with them still It was their Heaven to do their Masters Will. They stopt not at the Stars that pompous show Who went to view a Brighter Star below The Point design'd they well did understand Who had old Voyagers been to Canaans Land There they had been Lots Guests who was their There had they been Elisha's flaming Guard Ward In that Land chiefly lay their Lords Affairs Wares They traffiqu'd there for Souls those precious Soon came they where Sick Lazarus had his Lare They stop'd and waited for their Passenger No visitant found they with him but the Lord No Nurse but Faith no Cordial but the Word They heard him praying ' Lord some Mercy Show ' For I can find no mercy here below This said he sigh'd and was of Life bereav'd He gave his Soul and they his Soul receiv'd With Shouts and Songs triumphant up they went And to the Company did him present They shouted all and joy'd the New come Guest How gently stoops and leans on Abrahams Breastâ— Whom Dives Curs'd and stately Fools disdain'd How is he Blest how is he Entertain'd Tho' Vertue here on Earth neglected lies Yet Heaven will raise it for 't is born to rise Dives that silken God must never dye Unless his Creatures and false Prophets lye He 's safe if Death be cast as far behind His Body as it is below his Mind He 's always young He learns it from his Glass Which smooths his furrow'd Brow and paints his face But a Cold striking hand consutes the Lie Down falls his Flattering Glass his Fancies dye His Garden-walks must him no longer know The Life-tree in his Garden doth not grow His Palace must be chang'd for a dark Tomb That was his Inn but this must be his Home He must no longer at his Table stay The Voider Death is come to take away Death that abhorr'd both Name and thing comes on And potently torments this Potent One It makes Amazing Breaches and in short Hath seiz'd the Out-works and attacks the Fort In what a wretched Posture doth he lye He cannot live and yet he dares not dye His Debt must be distrain'd for he 'll not pay Nor yield his Ghost it must be fetcht away He sprunts he struggles but Death keeps him under And with one stroke tears Flesh and Soul asunder Then rang the House with his five Brethrens Cries Alas our Brother so they clos'd his Eyes His outward parts are wash'd his inner Rooms Stuffed with Arabian Sweets and rich Perfumes Now Death his Purple is now he 's allow'd Fine Linnen too but 't is a Fun'ral Shrowd Grave-fac'd Spectators with their Garments torn And Shrouded Lips attend the Room doth mourn Ah what a poor Revenge is this on Fate For him that cannot live to Lie in State Amidst the Gazing Crowd the Bearers come With Pomp they bring him to his painted Tomb. Minstrels and Trumpeters their Noises joyn And Women sell false Tears for Currant Coyn. Now lest his Friends should in salt streams be drown'd The Cup of Consolation goes its Round But stay my Soul 't is Death that thou must view Not shadows which dead Bodies do Ensue What a dark Notion and Abstrusity Is this to living Men that they must die Grim Death on his pale Horse Triumphant Rides He strikes us through our nearest Kinsmans Sides Yet are we sensless as the stupid Mule Live as Exceptions from the Common Rule We cast a Cloth o're Death 't is soon forgot We charm the Serpent and it stings us not Now might one let this pleasant Error pass If Death was all but Death his Second has When once the Dissolution Hour is come Out goes the Soul to hear her Final Doom You who have slightly heard the Fun'ral Knell Now hear the Voice which dooms the Ghost to Hell For those whose hearts an Earthquake will not shake Thro' Heav'ns Loud-roaring Cannons may awake Dives black Ghost all Horrour and Despair Is from its Prison snatch'd to th' dismal Bar Behind him the impatient Devils roar His Sins those worst of Devils stand before With Terrors thus besieg'd in every place He hears a Voice but might not see the Face The Voice was roaring Thunder in his Ears The words were tearing Bolts and flaming Spears Go thou accurst vile Caitif hence away To damned Ghosts Come Devils take your prey Struck with this Thunder down he sunk he fell And was a Triumph to the Fiends of Hell Th' ingenious Tyrants did a Council pack Their Malice set their Wits upon the Wrack When they had joyntly study'd to Torment For their pale Prisoner then in haste they sent They chain'd and stak'd him to a furious Flame Where constant streams of Brimstone feed the â—ame Behold Sins Martyr and Hells Sacrifice He yells and howls and vents unpity'd Cries He finds no Friendly Ear or tender Eye He feells a thousand deaths but cannot die Like burning Brass he 's Fir'd in every part A Vultur lives upon his living Heart God's gone he 's gone and what an Hell is this To be depriv'd of everlasting Bliss O this Eternal Banishment is worse Than all the Remnant of the Dooms-day Curse This Hell of Hell may thus be understood No torments are so bad as God is good Besides an Appetite in Man doth lie Which nothing but a God can satisfie And tho' this Appetite be here deluded By various Objects in God's room obtruded Yet when at death all these are laid aside Then thirsts the Soul for God but is deny'd This Thirst unquench'd is such an inward Flame An Hell in Hell is its deserved Name In Hell there cannot be an Atheist 'T is Hell in Hell that God is dearly mist Poor Dives
how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that
a Beam Divine The gazing Jews were struck who plainly saw That whence he had his Light he had his Law Those Sections which the Sacred Code begin Were by an Age of wonders Usher'd in The Prophets superstructure firmly stands On two hewn Stones laid by th' Almighties Hands They count the footsteps of their coming Lord They view the Mercy-seat with one accord One tells his Name another tells his place Another writes the Beauties of his Face Thus is he Glanc'd at by their piercing Eyes The last of them his Harbinger espies And O the Brisk the Charming Airs that Spring From the consent of each Harmonious string He 's overwise who dreads Fictitious â—ines From Hands unbrib'd and Hearts without designs They wrote beyond themselves which serves to prove Their hearts hands were guided from above The Worlds just Age and what was done of old Are in this Sacred Register inroll'd Here may be seen the pristin state of Man And that Niles Head the Source where ills began Here may be seen what makes a second Spring Here is the â—est account of every thing The Wonders witness'd now by mortal Eyes Are but the products of its Prophecies The Scriptures rule the World Till this shall burn All Ages on that Axle-Tree shall turn This Heaven-inspired Volume doth avow What reason may embrace or must allow When God describes himself 't is such an height As far surmounts quick fancies highest Flight 'T is Reason Reason should be puzzled here Man should be God if he knew what he were To these vast heights thus sober Reason saith I see the Seals And yields the Chair to Faith Now the Almighties Word shall Vermin slight When Heaven and Earth bear witness to its Might Vast Numbers from his Word at first did flow And must his Word pass for a Cypher now Nay his Commands at first Creations were And now his Word Commands and give an Ear It is a Sun that gives both Light and Eyes A Voice that bids and makes the dead arise It makes Clouds Stars And sends them to the Sky And turneth Heaven â—nto a Colony Unbelief is not Reason but a Lust God's Hand and Sword gives it its mortal thrust â—he Law of the Two Tables will prevail When other self-invented means shall fail Whilst other Archers Level in the Dark The Arrows from Gods Quiver hit the Mark What Voices or what Visions would you have Gods Voice or nothing will your Brethren save New Methods of Salvation to contrive Is fruitless Labour Let 'em hear and Live But if they won't their Mittimus is Seal'd A stubborn Patient never can be heal'd If Preachers rais'd by God they will disdain Preachers rais'd from the Grave should preach in vain FINIS Books lately Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns in Cheapside THE Confirming Work of Religion and its great things made plain by their primary evidences and demonstrations whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a rational account of their Faith A Family-Altar erected to the honour of the Eternal God Or a solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses being some Meditations on Gen. 35. 2 3. With the best Entail or dying Parents Living Hopes for their Surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse on 2 Sam. 23. 5. by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel The Gospel-Mystery of Sanctification open'd in sundry practical Directions suited especially to the Case of those who labour under the guilt and power of Indwelling Sin To which is added a Sermon of Justification by Walter Marshal Minister of the Gospel c. Death improved and immoderate sorrow for deceased Friends and Relations reproved Where in you have many arguments against Immoderate sorrow and many profitable Lessons which we may learn from such Providences by Edw. Bury formerly Minister of great Bolas in Shropshire Author of the Help to Holy Walking and the Husbandmans Companion c. The Poor Mans help and Young Mans guide containing 1. Doctrinal instructions for the right informing of his Judgment 2. Practical directions for the general course of his Life 3. Particular advices for the well managing of every day with reference to his Natural Actions Civil Employments Necessary Recreations Religious Duties particularly Prayer Publick in the Congregation Private in the Family Secret in the Closet Reading the Holy Scriptures Hearing the Word Preached and Receiving the Lords Supper by William Buâ—kitt M. A. of Pembrook-hall in Cambridge and now Vicar of Dedham in Essex and Author of the Practical Discourse of Infant Baptism The Rod or the Sword the present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland considered argued and improved on Ezek. 21. 14 by a true friend to the Protestant Interest and the Present Government A Present for such as have been Sick and are Recovered or a Discourse concerning the Good that comes out of the Evil of Affliction being several Sermons Preached after his being raised from a Bed of Languishing by Nathaniel Vincent M. A. and Author of the Conversion of the Soul The true Touchstone of Grace and Nature Discourse of Conscience Treatise of Prayer and Love c. Some passages in the Holy Life and Death of the Late Reverend Mr. Edmund Trench most of them drawn out of his own Diary Published by Joseph Boyse Minister in Dublin An account of the blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit co-incident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its Mystical Federal and Practical Uses in the Christian Religion by William Borrough Rector of Cheyns in Bucks A Discourse of Justification being the sum of twenty Sermons by Walter Cross M. A. Forty Nine Sermons on the whole Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the Colossians by Monsieur Duille Minister of the Reformed Church in Paris Folio Sermons and Discourses on several Divine Subjects by the Late Reverend and Learned David Clarkson B. D. and sometime Fellow of Clare-Hall Cambridge Folio The Support of the Faithful in Times of Persecution or a Sermon Preach'd in the Wilderness to the Poor Protestants in France by M. Brousson an Eminent Minister who was broke upon the VVheel at Montpelier Novem. 6. 1698. Quarto The Fountain of Life opened or a Display of Christ in his Essential and Mediatoral Glory containing forty two Sermons on various Texts VVherein the Impetration of our Redemption by Jesus Christ is orderly unfolded as it was begun carried on and finished by his Covenant Transaction Mysterious Incarnation solemn Call and Dedication blessed Offices deep Abasement and Supereminent Advancement A Treatise of the Soul of Man wherein the Divine Original excellent and immortal Nature of the Soul are opened its Love and Inclination to the Body with the Necessity of its Separation from it considered and improved The Existence Operations and States of separated Souls both in Heaven and Hell immediately after Death asserted discussed and variously applied Divers knotty and difficult Questions about departed Souls both Philosophical and Theological stated and determined Hymns suited to the Sacrament by Tho. Vincent c. The Method of Grace in bringing home the Eternal Redemption contrived by the Father and accomplished by the Son thro' the Effectual Application of the Spirit unto God's Elect being the second Part of Gospel Redemption The Divine Conduct or Mystery of Providence its Being and Efficacy asserted and vindicated all the Methods of Providence in our course of life opened with directions how to apply and improve them Navigation spiritualiz'd or a New Compass for Seamen consisting of thirty two points of pleasant Observations profitable Applications serious Reflections all concluded with so many spiritual Poems c. A Saint indeed the great Work of a Christian A Touchstone of sincerity or signs of Grace and symptoms of Hypocrisie being the second part of the Saints indeed A Token for Mourners or Boundaries for sorrow for the Death of Friends Husbandry â—piritualiz'd or the Heavenly use of Earthly Things all these ten by Mr. John Flavell A Funeral Sermon on the Death of that Pious Gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hammond late Wife of the reverend Mr. George Hammond Minister of the Gospel in London Of Thoughtfulness for the Morrow with an Appendix concerning the immoderate desire of foreknowing Things to come Of Charity in reference to other Mens sins The Redeemers Tears wept over lost souls in a treathe on Luke 19. 41 42. With an appendix wherein some what is occasionally discoursed concerning the sin aganist the Holy Ghost and how God is said to Will the salvation of them that perish A sermon directing what we are to do after a strict Enquiry whether or no we truly love God A funeral sermon for Mrs. Esther Sampson late Wife of Mr. Henry Sampson Doctor of Physick who died Novem. 24. 1689. The Carnality of religious Contention In two sermons preach'd at the Merchants Lecture in Broadâ— street A calm and sober Enquiry concerning the possibility of a Trinity in the Godhead A Letter to a Friend concerning a Postscript to the Defence of Dr. Sherlock's Notion of the Trinity in Unity relating to the calm and sober Enquiry upon the same Subject A View of that part of the late Consideration Addrest to H. H. about the Trinity which concerns the sober Enquiry on that subject FINIS * The Eng. of Lazurâ—s