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A67268	Divine hymns, or, A paraphrase upon the Te Deum, &c. and the Song of the three children, or canticle Benedicite omnia opera, &c. as they are in the Book of common prayer by T. Walker ...	Walker, Thomas, 1658 or 9-1716.; Nicetas, of Remesiana, Saint, d. ca. 414. Te Deum laudamus.	1691 (1691)	Wing W415; ESTC R13384	12,832	40

most agreeable to its Nature wherein if I have at any time fail'd the defect was in my Judgement not in my will I must confess the difficulty of expressing the same sence almost in every Stanza with different Phrases and of concluding each with Three Rhimes to which I at first tyed my self has forc'd me to make use of some words not altogether so fit and proper as I cou'd have chosen if I had not been fetter'd with this threefold chain but yet I hope I have not distorted the sense of any word so far or used any phrase so uncouthly but that a candid interpretation and Poetical liberty may be fairly allow'd to plead my excuse A PARAPHRASE UPON The Te Deum c. WE with our Hearts our tunefull voice will raise In gratefull Hymns to great Jehovah's praise Nor will we any other Gods confess Who all than Him are Infinitely less Thee mighty Father all the world adore Invoke thy Bounty and thy Help implore For Bounty can't exhaust thy endless store When Thou command'st the Angels swiftly run And in their flight out-go the posting Sun Whose splendid faces thô they brightly shine Yet are but darkness when compar'd with Thine They in continual songs resound thy Praise And make the Heavens eccho to their Lays Thee Cherubin and Seraphin proclaim And in such strains as these dilate thy Name Thrice Holy Lord of Hosts what tongue can find Clear language to express the labouring mind When it attempts in fitting words to tell The hidden wonders that in Three-One dwell Thy Fame Thô Heaven 's so high and earth 's so low Does their too narrow limits overflow And thô there were a Thousand Worlds in store Thy spreading Glory still wou'd ask for more Th' Apostles by the World so rudely scorn'd Now with the brightest rays of light adorn'd And in sublimest Bliss exalted High With praises fill the Circles of the Skie The Prophets too who taught thy Heavenly Law And things to come in Dreams and visions saw With clearer eyes view thy resulgent face And all thy winding providences trace Then in an extasie of Joy admire And rend the Heavens in a chanting Quire The Martyrs who a Thousand deaths withstood And swam to Heav'n in Seas of Purple Blood Now with Triumphant Garlands crown'd reherse Thy matchless praise in never-dying verse The fruitfull offspring of their blood they view And then again their Joyfull songs renew Thee Holy Church throughout the World does own Th' Eternal Father of th' Eternal Son He 's truly so not by Adoption Thine But with the same côeval rays does shine None others with him in this Glory share Thy only true and Honourable Heir That worship which we Justly pay to Thee We offer Him upon the bended knee Worship divine supposes Deity One undivided Essence still remains Which Father Son and Holy Ghost contains To Him the Universal Church does sing Who o're the Waters spread his brooding Wing When darkness overlaid the formless Deep And all things in Non-Entity did sleep Before the Sun his Flaming course began Or passive Earth was fashion'd into Man To Him all Hearts which He inspires do bow Who from the Father and the Son did flow In streams which from Eternity did run Like Floods of light from th' Ocean of the Sun Thô He 's the God of comfort and of Love He does the wicked World for sin reprove Thus whilst on Earth she blows Her dying fire 'Till she be mingled with the Heav'nly Quire Does with fresh Songs th' immortal Theme pursue And thus again Her fainting breath renew Enlarge the Gates of Praise shut those of Sin And let th' Eternal King of Glory in O Christ who never didst beginning own But sat'st upon the Everlasting Throne With God the Father happy in that state Before you did the spacious World create And when the noblest creature that was made By Sin and Folly had himself betray'd Thou with compassion view'd his coming Fate And didst the rigour of his Doom rebate And when thou didst th' endearing work begin To expiate the heinous guilt of Sin Thou thy transcendent Glory didst entomb And shroud thy God-head in the Virgins womb Those radiant beams that did surround thy Head Which would have struck frail mortal Nature dead Were with a veil of darksom Flesh o'respread Nor did thy Love the tedious paths decline To which thou didst thy patient Soul resign A Thousand terrors in thy breast did roul And ghastly sights dismay'd thy fainting Soul Such dreadfull Agonies thy body tore That clotted blood sprang from each widened pore But Oh! what tongue can fully represent The grief when nails thy Hands and Feet had rent A sable darkness clad the mourning Skie And even Rocks relented at thy Cry They burst in sunder at that dolo'rous groan Which cou'd not pierce some harder hearts of stone Then for a time thy God-head did retire And left Thee in a painfull death t' expire Then all our Sins on thy strong Shoulders lay But thou like Sampson bore the Gates away And as a Victor marching from the Plain Gover'd with mangled bodies of the slain With Laurel crown'd laden with richest spoil Does then reward his Valiant Souldiers Toil So Thou when death lay vanquish'd at thy Feet In Triumph didst thy faithfull servants meet And thus with smiles and pleasing language greet Your sins no longer shall your Joys delay I 've open'd now to Heav'n th' inviting way To you who 've died e're since the World began And unto ev'ry true believing man Enter the blisful seats of endless Joy Where neither pains nor woe nor fears annoy Thus having all thy weary stages gone Thou didst ascend up to thy Native Throne With Joys surrounded and with glory crown'd With which the Father does not more abound But when the Day of Universal Doom Blest to the good but direful unto some Shall o're the Hills ascend with trembling ray And drive the less affrighting Night away Then with the brightest robes of Light array'd The Sun to Thee will seem but like a shade Thou wilt descend th' Ethereal Trump shall sound Louder than Thunder all the World around And from the dark recesses of the grave And watry bowels of the surging wave Shall summon all the Dead the listning dust Of wicked men as well as of the Just Shall hear and to their fellow Atoms cry Rise up to meet the Judge enthron'd on High Then those who never tasted bitter death Shall in a moment loose their fleeting breath New shapes assume of Glory or of shame And be consign'd to Bliss or endless flame Myriads of Blessed spirits on Thee wait And in a Pompous Train attend thy State Shrill Clarions sound and waving Banners play Whilest thro' the air they cut their easie way The rosie Sun amidst his hasty flight Suspends his course to view th' amazing sight Affrighted then shoots forth such fiery beams That melted Mountains flow in pitchy streams The spangled Heavens and the Sphears above

Astonisht too in dire confusion move From crackling Orbs the Stars come tumbling down And in the hissing Sea their Tapers drown The Frame of Nature does dissolve and dye New Hev'ns and Earth the former's place supply Then holy Church with flagrant ardour burns Her sweetest praise to zealour prayers she turns Assist with thy Almighty aid we pray And guide poor mortals in the rightfull way We of our selves are helpless weak and blind Unthankful proud inconstant as the wind O'recome with passions and with Lusts opprest With Legions of infernal fiends possest Yet for such wretches thou resign'd thy breath And underwent a smart inglorious death Those streams of blood which from thy body ran Were shed to save and rescue sinful Man That precious blood which issu'd from thy side Wou'd have redeem'd a Thousand Worlds beside No finite tongue its value can repeat Whose worth and price was infinitely great This wondrous Love relieves our pining care Supports our minds and banishes despair Inspires with Hope and drives away our Dread And makes us dare to raise our drooping Head And beg the greatest Boon that can be giv'n The blest enjoyment of a glorious Heav'n Where with the Saints we shall for ever sing Sweet Halelujah's to th' Eternal King What Joys and raptures fill that blisfull place Where we shall view the God-head face to face Heav'n the best object of our longing mind Where happy Souls true solid pleasures find Securest Harbour whither can we fly When storms and clouds obscure our troubled Skie And that we may this calm safe Port obtain Save us from Shipwrack on the boistrous main From Pyrats guard us and from Sirens keep Whilst we are Sailing o're the dang'rous Deep Let not the Wolf the Lyon or the Fox Devour thy Church or harm thy tender Flocks But with thy true and faithfull Pastors feed The Scatter'd remnants of thy chosen seed Defend them from their proud insulting foes Whose rage still more and more imbitter'd grows Their sinking minds and feeble bodies bear Above the reach of worldly hope or fear And if thy wisdom thinks it just and meer Let all their foes lye prostrate at their feet We 're dayly mindfull of thy constant care And dayly offer up our thankful player In sacred Hymns w' extol thy glorious Name And in Thy Temple celebrate thy Fame And as thy Church for ever shall endure Under thy watchfull providence secure Nor blasting envy nor malicious rage With which so oft unarm'd she does engage Shall ever her foundation overturn Tho' men and Devils too against it spurn So whilst she sojourns here she 'l always bring An humble Tribute to her Heav'nly King Nor will she cease to praise and worship Thee When Time lies buried in Eternity Conscious of guilt and of our frailty too How prone we are our failings to renew We beg thy aid and thy assisting grace To keep our feet from stumbling in our Race And seeing Time so swiftly flies away And even to its self becomes a prey 'T is Folly to neglect the present Day Teach us our Instant moments to improve In all the duties both of fear and Love For life's uncertain and the Years to come May not be sprung from Times unfathom'd womb E're we be rotting in a loathsom Tomb. Our faults are many and our sins are great Therefore our calls for mercy we repeat Have mercy Lord for mercy still we cry Let not thy Love our humble suit deny For who cou'd stand before thy Judgement seat If Mercy did not with thy Justice meet We shou'd not boldly thus thy favour crave But that we know no other Gods can save We dare not to the best of Saints resign That fear and trust which are intirely Thine And as we place our confidence in Thee So from confusion ever keep us free From Worldly shame and Satans Tyranny NOTES PAG. the 2. lin 1. I have used resound in a transitive sense upon the authority of Virgil Formosam resonare doces Amaryllida sylvas Eclog. 1. lin 5. Pag. the 8. lin 5 6. Then those who never tasted bitter death Shall in a moment loose their sleeting breath Here I allude to the Mystery St Paul speaks off in the 15. Chap. of the 1. Epist Cor. 51. v. where he says we shall not all sleep but we shall all be changed which I conceive is not so to be understood as that those who shall be found alive at the day of Judgement shall wholly escape the sentence denounc'd against Sin viz. Death Rom. 5.12 which is to pass upon all seeing that all have sinned but that they shall all dye suddenly either through fear or some other preternatural cause and under go a separation of their souls from their bodies but they being quickly to be reunited again and their bodies neither laid in the grave or turn'd to dust the persons so dying may be said not to sleep thô they were really dead because they were not laid in the grave for to sleep with their Fathers or to be buried with their Fathers are synonymous terms in holy Scripture So that this seems to be the Apostle's meaning we shall not all dye so us to be buried in our graves there to lye 'till we be rotten but some immediately or soon after the dissolution of their soul and body will have them reunited again and so appear in Judgement for it is appointed unto all men once to dye Heb. 9.27 and after that the Judgement But then wherein consists the Mystery mention'd by the Apostle herein as I suppose that from the instance of those who shall be found alive at the day of Judgment the Corinthians shou'd not take any occasion either to disbelieve or make any objection against the resurrection of the body for St Paul having before discours'd only concerning the resurrection of those bodies which were turn'd into dust he does in the verse before quoted as well farther instruct the Corinthians in this matter as preoccupy an objection which they might make against his preceding doctrin which we may suppose to be fram'd after this manner You have in your foregoing discourse treated concerning the body's being rais'd from dust and have illustrated your doctrin from seed sown in the ground V. 36. which is not quickned except it dye i.e. unless it be buried and dissolv'd in the Earth and after the same manner V. 42. you say is the resurrection of the dead it is sown in Corruption it is raised in incorruption and if so them what will become of those who shall be found alive at the day of Judgement whose bodies will not lye in the grave to be corrupted and turn'd to dust Shall not they therefore rise again Yes they shall and this is a Mystery I tell you thô they shall not sleep i. e. be lodged in the grave 'till they be turn'd to dust as those have been who died before them yet they shall both dye and be rais'd up again and