to write Amen A Son of Sion which in ardour pants Unto Jerusalom's Inhabitants Provok'd in spirit greeting to transmit Doth of the same hereby himself acquit Upon the Sabbath day which God hath blest I waited in the Temple of his Rest Until I saw a little moving Stone To open as a Roll before the Throne Wherein was written Mysteries profound With many Prophecies which compast round My soul in deeps of Contemplations Oh! Immense Immense Revelations Though I 'm a Worm to speak unto an Host Of Heav'n yet mov'd in the Holy Ghost I stand up arm'd with Courage in Life bold In Fear and Trembling lest I should withhold To pay the Obligation as my due Discharged thus by spreading in your view There is an Orphant in the Wilderness VVhich wanting Bread languisheth in distress I cannot in a secret place repose To hide my self from the afflicted's Woes Most grievous Cryes the Ecchoes as a Dart And piercing Lance wounds me unto the heart Oh! you on whom the glorious Sun doth shine Unto my Voice your open ear encline Jerusalem a substance doth possess Which can remove that bleeding Worm's distress The Liberal Hand is this day meet to measure A Portion of the Consecrated Treasure For the Redemption of the Captivate From the Chains of his sore oppressed state Give ear ye Sons and Daughters to this WORD Unto Jerusalom Thus saith the LORD This WORD shall be his burthen which conceals and shuts himself up under Clouds and seals His Life and Portion in obscurity Starting from Zeal the flame of Purity Relinquishing Life's motion keeping back The thing which the oppressed Seed doth lack Remember ye the Antient Prophets race Whose life stood not at all in time or place But wand'red as Pilgrims and as Strangers In all the Earth without respect of Dangers Some dragg'd to Suff'rings and to Tortures hurl'd Some slain of whom worthy was not the World I 'm directed to him mov'd to partake Of Tryal's pledge whilst yet for the Seed's sake Like as a Lamb I bleat I bleed I roar Like as a Lion in the Gate and Door The entrance of the Palace of the King Blowing my breath on ev'ry living thing Stand up thou simple stagger not at all The Voice is GOD'S which secretly doth call Yeeld unto Him with whole affection bent The RACE is sure thou run'st as him that 's sent Ye called to the labour of the Day Take Instrument in hand and come away All Plowers Planters Pioneers and Miners With Reapers Threshers Fanners and Refiners Proceed in strength each one in his Vocation To see Redemption of the whole Creation You valiant Souldiers which the Weapons wear Of War the Javelin Dart the Sword and Spear Appear as Champions in Earth's open field With Ensign Standard Buckler Bow and Shield Unto the Battel let the Trumpet sound Avenge in Earth until the LOST be found Aim right and shoot the arrows of your Quiver To pierce Gog's Host unto the heart and liver And GOD Eternal with most high renown Of Victory all the Couragious crown Dear Brethren and Sisters in the Power Remembring You I 'm as a dropping showre Mine yearning bowels like to Wax do melt Ah! let me by you all be seen and felt My Life salutes you with an Holy Kiss Transmitted by the Lips of Heaven's bliss Love clasps Life with dear embraces Of Vertue 's arms in Joy and Pleasure Reading the sweetness of the Graces Wrapt up in Life Ah! heav'nly Treasure To Life as the Mate of a Dove I 'm bound in unknown endless Love Let ev'ry Lamb Of the true Dam Read how your Life my soul doth move Thoughts are fixt fast in my breast Deeply anchor'd in my heart May it be said LOVE hath opprest Then you 'r my wound ah piercing Dart. Sure had not He which doth reveal Your brightness giv'n a Leaf to heal My Maladies In counsel wise Death had on me set her seal Dear Salutation as Embassage I send to Heaven's blessed Host Though not as if I had made passage Relinquishing sweet Sion's Coast But with you for ever bound In God's Covenant profound And Glorious Day Which leads the way And saves out of the cursed ground Your smell is as a fragrant Flower Your tast more pleasant than sweet Wine I feel you in th' Eternal Power I see most clear your faces shine Your sound as Melody mine ear Of Cymbals Lutes and Trumps doth hear The piercing Voice Makes heart rejoyce And Love's clear eye to drop a Tear You 'r built upon an Holy Mountain A Glorious Palace for the King Your Foundation is Life's Fountain Angels beholding Praises sing To GOD uncessant all day long On David's tun'd Harp the Lamb's Song Let Nations prove Hell cann't you move The Wonderful hath built you strong Roses Spices Gems and Gold To see all no flesh can pry Sion's Treasure vast untold Unutterable in mine eye You 'r the sum which do possess The Sum in everlasting bless Most High Renown Your weighty Crown Shall Kings and Nations to death press I bless Him who gives to know Counsels deep in his own way Sion's streams shall overflow Earth's Wide compass in a day All shall yeeld encrease and store Creatures trav'ling in pain sore Shall then be blest And not opprest Curse remov'd for evermore Feel my yearning bowels moved Which Mortal cannot comprehend Towards You my Dear Beloved In that which never shall have end All which GOD'S own Image bears And the Lamb 's white Garments Wears With Virtue 's grace Behold my face As a ground of trickling tears Let me pierce the inward parts And provoke the souls of all In the flames of burning hearts Which on GOD the LORD do call Whilst sweet odours do ascend To the Father recommend Him of Man hated The LORD' 's created Whose Love alone doth Life defend That no tender Lamb may bleat After Me with other Voice GOD the Father I entreat Than which makes my heart rejoyce Rest you all in the pure Life As the Bride the Lamb 's own Wife To live or dye Given up as I For Truth a Sacrifice most rife JOHN To the Seed of the Kingdom Plants of the Paradise of God most purely and everlastingly beloved Brethren and Sisters in the Immortal Life Congratulation CAn I forget that Womb whose Travels were For me more grievous than which flesh could bear Or bury in Oblivion's Grave that Breast Which suckled me or Cradle of my rest Can I requite my Friends as deadly foes Or scorn the Bed of Heavenly Joys repose Or loath the Waters sweet of Jacob's Well Like Sulphury streams of the infernal Cell Can I forget that Hand and living Bread VVhich in sore Famine freely hath me fed Or drown in Deeps the thoughts of God's own breath To burst like Judas strangled unto death Nay for in GOD most merciful and just Abides my Confidence Faith Hope and Trust Ah! Sion Sion thy most glorious Life Is all to me my Joy I am thy Wife And therefore
to Fulness free from ev'ry doubt Obey'd within possest but lost without And therefore Wanderer at home retire Lest that thou sink and perish in the mire For that which leads Man from the LIGHT within Spurs on the Race to end the Life in sin And then of sin in which he lives and dyes Shall have his Wage for as he falls he lyes Yet still my Heart doth in my Body burn Towards the Doves to whose Door I return With Corn in hand to spread before their eye Upon the Stage whereto they daily flye Which is the place whereon they alwayes feed Amidst the house wherein their young they breed To all the Hungry and the Thirsty Lambs I 'm broken-Bread and Wine drawn out in drams And of a truth it is my soul 's sweet care That every Babe may eat and drink a share My life in Sion would be alwayes found Among the Seed a Salve to every wound And perfect Medicine to every grief And to th' Opprest an Arm of good relief Let not my Love's heart languish under sorrow For lo thy JOY approacheth with the Morrow The YOKE to Self and CROSSE to Flesh fly never That DEATH may Dye and LIFE may live for ever For suffering Sword contentedly to slay The Mortal thou in Battel win'st the Day Then Thine's the Standard and the Ensign spread And thou in Sion know'st the Ruling head Then Peace then Joy then Pleasures pure abound And Solace sweet as Walls do thee surround Then Sobs and Grief GOD from thy Land doth banish And Sighs and Sorrows as a shade do vanish Yea of thy Trouble whilst thou wert forlorn Remains not thought for joy a SON is born Wherefore O Plants wait in the Spirit meek And in the drouth from God the Showres seek In which sweet state you shall me witness bear God's fulness feeds each low heart full of fear Who doth exalt the Spirit of the Humble But the Exalted from his Seat doth tumble When as the Woods in Summer time are green The Thrustle's tune is heard though she not seen By any Mortal yet there is an Eye Which sees how she from Tree to Tree doth fly And doth perceive whence her sweet Notes aspire And what 's the thing her life doth most desire Which is the Book wherein I read your Race Beyond wide-Lands Seas Time and utmost Space And here with you I rest I live and dwell Like Silk-worms hid in one wrought case and shell Yea lodged in a secret suckling Breast Like as the young ones in the Turtles Nest Dear Lambs true number of the Shepherd's tale As one by one I hug and kisse you all Remembring you I drop like molten Marrow Yea rent like Fallow torn with the Harrow Ah! feel my Bowels which like Rain distills And runs like Rivers down the steepest Hills Yea touch my panting heart and thereby learn My soul most frequent after you doth yearn I 'm Ravished beholding Vertue 's graces Of Heaven's Glory to o're-spread your faces And cannot utter how my deeps abound Of love to you which in the Life are found You 'r at the Fountain pure I plainly see And so am I yet still remember me There in the Spirit of Life Joy and Peace Pray for your Brother pray and never cease For I am God's and Yours in every Tryal The which you know full well without denial So read me You We One through Life's infusion In the first Principle and last Conclusion Of JERUSALEM THy Beauty hath enamoured me in Vertue 's Lodge of Rest A flaming Torch thine eye may see of Love burns in my breast Thou art the Stone which doth my Spirit whet Like as the Razor which is newly set Ah! feed my Edge that 's ground exceeding sharp To sing thy Vertue 's praise to David's Harp For as an Host in Sion's Coast of much more strength than Nations Thou dost arise before mine eyes in all my Contemplations Here ends what was written in Rome-Prison of Mad-men To the Black Power OH Earth hear this Oh Earth thy doleful End and Doom God comes to sweep the Nations in dread as with a Broom His mighty Day 's at hand the World to fan and purge To visit all the Wicked with his sore Plagues and Scourge Oh Egypt Sodom thy Inhabitants must know The Wind and Breath of GOD over thy Land to blow To curse th' encrease of Cattle and all which thou call'st good Thy Corn and Wine and Oyl and all encrease of Food And what one Plague doth leave another shall devour Till seven Vials of Wrath God on thy Land doth pour Thy Fountains he 'l dry up like standing Pools of mud Thy Princes fairest Wells also shall become Blood The Flower of thy Field the Herb and Grass that 's green The Locusts come to eat that none in thee be seen God from thee all thy strength and praise will rend and tear And compass thee full sore with trembling and with fear Thou would'st not let the Holy Seed free for to go Therefore upon thee comes sore pangs of Wrath and Wo. Ye Pharaohs of the Earth saith GOD What is your Host Why say ye What is GOD Why do ye vainly boast For GOD in Righteousness to save his Seed hath sworn Throughout the Land to slay and cut off the First-born You 'r folded in the thickness of the cloudy night Yet GOD for Isr'el hath prepar'd a shining LIGHT Whose Seed he 'll lead by strength and pow'r out of your Land By his out-stretched Arm and mighty dreadful Hand WO then at last when you the SEED pursue and follow Saying within your hearts This Remnant we will swallow For there 's a Sea that 's set as Walls for their Salvation A Pit for Sodom's fall for Egypt thy damnation Read this your doleful Doom you that in darkness dwell The portion of the Wicked the burning Lake and Hell Your cursed wicked hearts have rob'd GOD of his Right In that you 've chosen Lust and hated the true Light To the Seed of the Kingdom BUt Thou O Holy SEED a flame art in my breast In whose sweet Life my soul hath its true Joy and Rest Thy Life 's a stream of Peace which Consolation brings And crowns with Glory more than Royalty of Kings What shall I liken Thee unto to shew thy love Which stands in Innocency like the spotless Dove Stronger than all that can be nam'd in which is breath Thy Love thy Light thy Life thy Love stronger than Death Oh SEED thou' rt Zion's Covenant and wedded Band Seal of Everlasting Marriage given under hand The Glorious Cloathing of the Lilly Field is thine Brighter than Sun or Moon thy Countenance doth shine The Nations of the Earth know not nor can discry The Diadem the depth of sight that 's in thine Eye With Thee I 'm fill'd I flow I 'm overcome with Love I 'm setled here in Thee whom Nations cannot move Saith Zion now which trav'ls her Children forth to bring That they may witness
where 's the place that Virgins weep Because that of their own Affinity With them hath lost the Life of Unity Do you know what the swelling Seas devour On which the Heavens once did smile and showre Down drops of pleasant Rain and made it spring Like to a Lilly-flower for the King The Wilderness whereto the Woman fled What 's that how lodg'd SHE in a secret bed To keep her Innocency undefil'd That she the Lamb's Wife justly might be stil'd From all the unconverted and unheal'd The Myst'ries of GOD's Kingdom are all seal'd From Ignorant and learned in the World That in Invention to and fro are hurl'd The Parable is brought for all to see The Unlearned saith this is too hard for me The Learned saith to me it 's also seal'd By which I know they yet remain unheal'd Some in their time have swollen like the Seas And chose them paths even what their hearts did please Invention up did spring and they were bound In Chains of blackness and cast to the ground For they a work among them had begun BABEL to build to mount above the Sun To the Apostatized TO them which heard the sound of GOD's great DAY And came to see the straitness of the WAY And own'd the Testimony of the LIGHT Confessing it which gave them the true sight Of all Sin Evil and Ungodliness And saw some cleansing from their filthiness But turning to their Vomit like the Dog And to the Mire like to the unclean Hog Thy Judgment 's just to Wo and Misery Being double wrought under Iniquity Remember how thy heart and mind did grudge To give up Life and all which GOD will Judge For thou unto the World in their distrust Art joyn'd to crave and seek to feed thy lust And here thou say'st thou sin'st and 't is thy grief Hopeless of cleansing here in Unbelief But mark the end of all that live and dye in sin I tell thee their sad doleful doom Death is their sting Nations Professors all in sin bound in a bundle Like as the sheaf of Tares GOD in the Lake will tumble To the simple Seeker THou that dost pant as one in want and earnestly dost look Like as the Roe in places low to find the Water-brook In travel great in pain and sweat the River for to find To bath and cool in the fresh Pool like as the Hart and Hind I see thy face thou seek'st for Grace my Lilly Seed come prove Whilst it is day I 'll shew the Way the LIGHT 's my Joy and Love Oh he which hath trodden in this path hath seen the glorious Mountain Which from whose top Springs fall and drop this is the endless Fountain No longer think but come and drink refresh thee with the good It 's pleasant Wine of the true Vine the substance of all food Be no more tost as one that 's lost but come unto the LIGHT Which shews mens deeds to be but weeds which grow in time of Night And that within which shews thy sin if thou lov'st it sincere Awe and fear GOD and love his Rod from sin it will thee clear Be at a beck when LIGHT doth check the secrets of thy mind Let it reprove joyn thou in love and so true Peace thou 'lt find Do not gain-say but still obey the Motions of the LIGHT Through Fire to come as one that 's won against Deceit to fight And thou wilt rest as at the brest sucking the Milk of pleasure The Babe to nourish the Life to flourish this is th'everlasting Treasure So in this hour dwell in the Power which all the World doth chain Prosper in th' Light conquer in fight and in Dominion reign To the Babes of Blessing TO my dear pleasant Babes and Lambs Skipping like Rams over the Little Hills Like leaping Roes on Mountains high as Doves do fly whom Innocency fills My Life and Spirit doth you greet and with you meet in the sweet Fields of pleasure The Garden where the Roses grow and Waters flow the Husbandman's own Treasure When I beheld the lovely streams and the Sun beams which cometh from on high The shining Glory of the Sun which you have won unto the LORD so nigh I 'm fill'd beyond what words can measure with Virtue 's Treasure of Love to Virgins pure Who were in many Tempests tost and yet not lost which dwell in Sion sure Who knows the Ships path in the Sea So is your way where Lions cannot tread In which you witness strength and skill to wound and kill and bruise the Serpent's head Oh Lambs the fairest of all Flocks upon you drops all Blessing from above Fresh streams of Oyl upon your head lay'n in the Bed of Everlasting Love Myrrh Frankinsence and Aluice sweet Wine and Spice and all that the Earth yeelds Herbs Flowers Milk and pleasant Trees Honey of Bees is Yours in Woods and Fields Oh! holy Land full of the Seed's encrease which cannot cease multiplying to the store Being seal'd in Covenant and Band given under hand to this for evermore SION'S ORATION SAith Zion all the Gold which Mountains hide In all the compass of the World so wide And all the substance which the swelling waves Have swallowed in her Womb like as the Graves All precious Stones and Pearls cover'd with Rocks Hid under rotten roots of stumbling-blocks All pure Silver that lyes deep in ground The time approacheth it must all be found Arise fair Daughter gather quick and bring The Consecrated Substance to the King And all ye sons which Zion's womb did bear Take Instrument in hand work without fear Of Wolf Fox Tigre Bear or Lion For GOD is the Salvation of Sion Till that be finish't which GOD hath decreed The Restauration of his Holy SEED Come hunt the Wolves and Wild-beasts of the Wood Which slew the Lambs and feasted on their Blood For they 'r appointed in all times hereafter For starving restless pangs of death and slaughter Now GOD in Judgment comes to reprove Kings To shew their Counsels like as foolish things VVho seek with bryars and thorns to stop the way Which GOD by 's Breath will burn in a day Mark this your End ye Potsherds GOD will rent Your Kingdoms wherefore prize time and repent The Babe's breathing to his Brethren MY Sisters Sion's daughters joyn'd in hand In Unity in th' Heaven's swadling band Which binds the World with Clouds as under chains There stands your Glory where the Eternal raigns Our Mother bare her Children in much pain In th' house where Judgment separated twain Slaying the Seed of enmity and strife The Seed of Promise to inherit Life And brake the Covenant with Death and Hell Under which all the World the Seed did sell Shout shout ye Sons and fright the World which boast Themselves in the great number of their Host Oh! Heav'ns declare and let the World wonder Strike Terrour in the hearts of all their number Let all their Consolation fade and quail And let their strength in day of Battel fail You in whose mouth the Word of Judgment stands Lade all the World with WO and fill their hands Utter your Voice and let the Thunders rattle Through Elements and Air sound to the Battle The Trumpet of the dreadful LORD of Hosts Among the Nations throughout all their Coasts The DAY of God's at hand the LIGHT 's his Word GOD comes with Fire Plague Famine and with Sword To plead with all flesh living in Corruption Upon their heads to bring swift fierce Destruction Here I am set one of the living number A Sign in Egypt to Sodom's brood a Wonder GOD's Pow'r with His is like a Fort of Steel My Brethren in the Life you may me feel For I am with you all under your Deep Where all the Fishes swim and Worms creep Where Turtle-Doves do fly with out-stretch't wing And where you hear the little Lark to sing In that hid path which all the World's Line Can't justly measure to the End of Time Even in that Bed where every soul is blest I 'm wrapt in fold for ever for to rest With you in all conditions to hold fast That of the first in him who is the last From Venice Lazzaretta J. P. When the Fountains of the Deep were broken open I was in the Valley of the Mountain and then I was moved to make mention of the Streams thereof THE END