in such a Pot Plot such a matter Against thy Master Whilst thy sop softens in my platter Who of each dish make thee a taster Hardens thy heart the whilst Iscariot Will nothing serve but sops in blood next meal My Purse my dish Were free To thee What more could'st wish Wretch what thou dost do quickly Run and sell Pensive Disciples when they hear and know it Each fears for one But he that bears The bag is lag perditions Son He is the last that doubts or fears Slow to confess but Oh! how swift to do it Come children take this bread 't is broke for you Much good may 't do you 'T is drest And blest Take it unto you And therewithall my broken body too Come my Disciples here 's an health likewise To you not mee Let it go round Salvations cup's the cup you see Your health is in my bloody wound Think of my blood as oft as ye drink this Your Makers broken Law your bloody sin And bleeding heart Bring mee To see And feel this smart Who would Hell conquer must with death begin My Testament I leave you seal'd in blood You I bequeath When ere I die Full conquest over sin and death With life and peace which by and by I the Testatour by my death make good Pledge mee dear friends this blood was broach'd for you I 'le drink no more Of wine o th' â—ine Till bee'ng got ore I may in Fathers kingdome drink it new Come let 's now sing saith Christ see'ng all my sorrow Is but your Crown Thorns at the breast Make musick when the Spirit 's down Yea sometimes musick of the best Let 's sing to night for I must dye to morrow My Lord then riseth up from whence he sate Whom winds obey And seas With these Disciples may Now see him that he may be gratious WAITE Sure whilst my Saviour SERVES who ever came See'ng him so drest Waiting on all Girt with a Napkin scarce had guest This were the feast of 's Funerall But Marriage Supper rather of the Lamb. After the wine my Lord doth water take Heav'n stoops to meet And bow As low As sinners feet Oh what clean work Christs Blood and Spirit makes Peter thou think'st that I stoop down too low And sai'st I shall N'ere wash thy feet Then canst thou have no part at all In Davids Son nor be made meet I th' new Jerusalems clean streets to go Streets that are pure as gold and clear as glass This Basin is Thy way I say To this fair bliss Israel to Canaan must through Jordan pass Sirs see you what I h've done and do you know it You call me well Say'ng I'm your Lord If I then stoop Oh! never swell If I have wash't your feet afoard You to do likewise Happy if you do it Servants my Livery you must wear is Love This bowl 's my Spirit Which I Now die That you may ' nherit The Lamb goes hence that he may send the Dove Oh may this towell bind your hearts in one My bending down Teach them to bow May pride and sinfull passions drown In this full Basin Men shall know By this that your are mine when I am gone Gone I 'll go too saith Peter Lord I will What are comes on 't Oh no! Not so 'T is a sore brunt Best metall melts when men their Maker kill Nay Lord though all men run I 'll stand by thee Run friends or foes Foes to pursue Or friends to scape the hands of those Poore man I 'll tell thee what 's more true Ere th' Cock crow twice I thrice denied must be Suâ—e Peters courage strangly is come on My Passion lo He did Forbid Now hee 'll dye too Yet when the shepheard dies the sheep will run Let not your hearts be troubled but believe In God and Mee I ride before To see things may in red'ness be Behold I 'll meet you at the door My Fathers house can me and you receive Whither I go ye know and th' way ye know Saith Thomas Nay Lord we Can't see Which is the way For we alas know n't whither thou dost go Thomas I am the true and living way My flesh I gave Knowest thou me A path-way unto Heav'n to pave Cemented with my blood to be So that who walks in me can't go astray Shew us the Father Lord that 's all our bliss Doth Philip say How long Among You must I stay Ere you know me saith Christ why here he is Judas replies but not th' Iscariot Lord How is' t that thou Thy self to us But not unto the world dost shew Thy blessed self revealing thus Why I will do 't to all that keep my word Peace I leave with you my peace I you give Not as the world When here And there You 're test and hurl'd The sweetest calme shall then your hearts relieve Friends if you love me let me go don't grieve me Oh! how your sobs Do antedate My Passion O my pulse vies throbs Oh let my grief in yours abate My fathers arms are ready to receive me Sirs I can't stay to talke yonder 's the Prince The world that swaies O see How hee Doth's legions raise Yet of one single fault can't me convince I am the vine ye branches bring forth fruit My blood 's your sap My blood 's your seed 'T is well for you that others tap The vessell that the vine may bleed The hand that empties me doth you recruit O if you love your selves let me go send That guid to you That shall Ev'n all Ev'n all things shew I h've much to speak which you can't yet attend A little while I disappear Anon I 'm seen agen For to the Father I go say they what may this mean This little while we cannot gather Why Friends when Winter 's over Spring comes on Truth Lord we now believe Ah do you so Just now comes on An houre Whose showre Will make you run Whilst solitary to my grave I go Yet am I not alone O blessed Father Thou' rt with me still Now glorifie Thy Son thy Son when Butchers kill Thy Lamb Oh take me up on high And thine and mine Lord with me to me gatheâ— These are thy stock I kept and did improve them For these I pray And all That shall Their word obey Lord here 's thine own again O keep them love them Then his Disciples forth my Lord doth lead Cedron i th' way Makes me bethink What th' Psalmist of th' Hiâ—h Priest do say He of the brook i th' way shall drink Therefore he shortly shall lift up the head Thence they together to the garden pass Where grew that store That can Fall'n man Make as before Sure my Redeemers RVE'S that herb of grace 'T was in a garden Adam did undo us There grew that fruit Whose bitterness That man for ever might not rue't My Lord did tast and squeeze and press Then from a Garden brings our cure unto us O mount of Olives O
sentence and so do Thus he and I swim down one stream this day Yet the poore man Found want of water Call'd for a Basin and began To wash him from this bloody matter Which nothing can but what he gavâ— away Truly his washing clears not him but me He doth proclaim That I Now die A spotless Lamb Then wretch what Ocean can compurgate thee Pilate upon us and our children fling Thou this mans blood We Jewes thus wish Is this your so much long'd for food To you of all th' forbidden dish Pilate then cries ye Jewes behold your King We have no King but Cesar they reply Sirs you forget Whose hour Of power This is as yet Satan's your Cesar more then he or I. Satan not Cesar bad you plot my fall That Prince of Hell Philistia's King Plows with mine heifer Israel Thuâ— to mine end mine own me bring Yet Sampsons death 's Philistia's Funerall The Purple Robe then strip they from my back Which plainly shews It 's worn And born For sinners use That of my Righteousness they might partake Thus is the truth stript naked And agen My seamless coat They make me weare Unto mine execution-plot That by my sweet attonement there I might an Union weave 'twixt God and Men Thence to the place of Souls Lo I their Head The tree accurst Before It bore Me bear it first Till I by bearing it am almost dead Thus mine may learn in me what burthen he Must daily beare Taking his cross That in my waies will persevere Reck'ning death gain counting life loss Who stumbles at my cross can't follow me Now are my groanes new pickled in friends tears They 'd steale I spie This tree From mee By Sympathy Which by constraint Simon of Cyrene bears But weep not Daughters of Jerusalem For me at all But for your City Alas who can prevent thy fall Who shew'st thy builder no more pity If they do thus to th' green tree wo to them Tâ—us under Pilates sentence and command O th' Roman state That all May fall On Romes proud Pate I th' place of Crucifixion lo I stand Rome thou' rt that Sodom Egypt Babylon Though Misticall Drunken with blood Of all my Martyrs mine withall Now mingling with thy â—ybers flood Rome's stored with crosses and now lends me one Not Jabbathah but Golgotha's the stage The Camp without Where I Must dye ' Mongst all the rout Tasting at once both Hells and Heavens Rage Why I am the great Sacrifice for sin And therefore must Without the gate Unto the Earth commend my dust Whilst my deare blood doth expiate From all transgressions that those are within Behold my dear Disciple my dear Mother Her I bequeath To thee To bee After my death Provided for as by her Son my Brother Now see your Brazen Serpent lift on high Upon the pole My bloody cross Bears fruit to quit what Adam stole Justice I find may n't go by th' loss Yet grace shall reign by righteousness hereby Oh! how I 'm stretcht and tortur'd on this tree Oh! how each vein And nerve Doth serve A sev'rall pain 'T was man grew loose and I must straitned bee Oh! how those hands I stretcht forth all the day To Israel Are stretcht again That as my Patience did excell So now I might exceed in pain Whilst sinners to mine heart find open way Oh! how my feet that nere took step awry Are pierced through Made fast In hast My cross unto Till the transgressours may find time to flie I am the doore they naile me to the tree And as is fit Over this gate A royall superscription's writ That in all tongues might preach my state Oh! all ye that pass by turn in by mee To th' cross I 'm hing'd in mine humanity That from the floor Ev'n each Might reach That living door Whose upper hinge clasps in with th'Deity Romans and Greeks and Hebrews come and look These open arms Shew th' open way How by mine you may case your harms And may become one fold this day I am the shepheard and my cross the crook I am the shepheard and my crook the cross Whereby I gather And keep My sheep And thine O Father I 'll suffer death ere thou shalt suffer loss Living my bread of life among my Jewes I ever brake For 't was their right Who whilst they spread these arms do make A feast for Gentiles through their spight That dying I might none that come refuse Come unto me all ye that laden be With sin and wrath Come ye To me O come in faith I 'll bear your burthens whilst my Cross bears me Mine hands are not so nail'd but that I can Ev'n with these nailes Still pick the lock Hung on your heel if your key failes But whilst I preach alas they mock If thou be th'Christ be thine own Jesus man Why Jewes remember what your high Priest taught How needfull 't was That I Should dye That th'cup might pass My people whilst I drink their bloody draught But oh Jerusalem canst laugh at mee And at my griefs As thou didst know My pressures to be thy reliefs Repent believe and be it so But laugh not at me who h've wept over thee And yet weep blood for this thy stupid state Father I pray Reprieve Forgive These foes for they Alas my God they do they know not what They curse I bless I pray whilst they revile Whilst Priests do scoff And sore disdain The Sacrifice that comes not off Th' Altar but suffers to be slain My bloud makes intercession all the while who 'd rase then raise the Temple this is he In three daies space Yet hee We see Can 't quit this place Where all the nailes that hold him are but three Yet mock not passenger wag not thine head In so much scorne When thou thinkst least When I this bitter death have borne To earnest I'â— soon turn thy jest And raise this Temple ere 't be three daies dead Come down say some and so convince thy foes Which if I shou'd How sore A store Of wrath and blood Would come down too Sirs I beare of your blowes With the transgressours numbered am I On either side Truth bee'ng between Falshood and theft hang crucified Yet if Heav'ns Rolls these men had seen They'd found me in another Trinity But oh my grief not only mine own Nation But those that be Justly To dye First scoff at me Their partner not in crimes but condemnation Yet can I not forget my dear Compassions Though both reproach And flout at me My blood for sinners since I broach I will not suffer both to be At once partakers of two condemnations Th' one I call home though in th' eleventh hour And thereby shew How kind A mind I bear to you That turn though late to me your Saviour But oh his rare Conversion oh how he Justifies God! Rebukes his mate Open his sin kisseth his rod Takes me for Lord beseeching that In my Salvation he might sharer
be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
Gethsemane To all else yet A soile Of Oyle Of bloody sweat Only to me sinner here 's Oyl for thee Sirs sit you here Peter and James and John Oh! I begin To feel such smart Amazeth me that n'ere knew sin Yet how it cuts my very heart Sirs sit you down I must pray or I 'm gone This cup this cup O Father may it pass This cup this cup May 't pass Alas Must I drink 't up Why all thy vials dregs are in this glass Ah! friends your heav'ness doth augment mine too How can your eyes Continue shut So near such strong and bitter cries Dulness I now perceive can cut Will you not watch with him that 's sick for you You three of all I chose for sentiness I bade you lie â—erdieu But you Sleep though I die Yet in weak flesh a willing spirit dwels But though my foot-guard sleeps mine horse men watch Though men do grieve me Yet at the length Mine Heav nly Angell doth relieve me Heav'ns succours reinforce my strength Sin do thy worst now thou 'st meet with thy match Yet Oh this cup this cup Lord let it pass If 't be thy will Yet thine Not mine Perform thou still Thy scalding wrath Lord cracks my brittle glass Sin ent'red man at first but by one hole But ev'ry pore Throughout my skin My God! my God! becomes a door Whence blood goes out whilst wrath comes in Such anger through thine anger melts my soul Can you get sleep whilst in this scalding baâ—h I melt away Blood-wet In sweat Sirs think I pray 'T is for your feavers sake of sinne and wrath What can I not one hours short watch obtain One houres I say Oh! you 'l be tempted Watch for your own sakes then and pray Oh! pray that you may be exempted There are no vapours left in my parcht brain I 'm past all sleeping now but the slâ—ep of death But Oh! let pass This cup Drink 't up Thy sword Alas In thine own fellow-shepheard dost thou sheath Oh! how thy wrath my flow'r to hay converts My bones do stare My flesh consumes My skin is parcht as bottles are I' th' smoak Lord through thine angry fumes Disciples now sleep on and rest your hearts This restless night of mine procures for you A day of peace My show'rs Your flow'rs Your joyes increase Never did night yield such a blessed dew Honey to mine though Gall and Blood to me I mean those drops Which from my brow Bedew the ground Sinners what crops May your dear Lord expect from you Buâ— now let 's rise you Traitour comes I see Your Saviour's given into sinners hands Judas Arâ— come Thou ' lt soon Be gone Hence to thine home Whilst thou twists mine I faster knit thy bands Thou send'st me to my cross But I 'll be even Thou shal't hang first Thief that thou art Thou 'st broke thy faith and thou shalt burst A sunder false perfidious heart 'T is fit such pay be to such traitours given Into the second Adam's garden creep Dost thou Serpent That way Betray The innocent Me thinks thou smil'st as Crocodiles do weep Canst kiss and court me still Hail Master Hail 'T was sometimes said O kiss the Son Lest he be wroth and strike you dead Sure thy kiss is not such a one With unbelievers Hypocrites shall waile Judas thou know'st mine haunt I th' very place Me to betray Just there Ev'n where With me to pray Thy feigned lips were wont hast thou the face What meanes thy search wretch thou' rt the fugitive Your Lanthorn light Sirs also shewes Your works are darkness and you night Why force you what I don't refuse Is it my life you seek 't is that I give Jesus of Nazareth you 're come to take Why I am he They all Down fall Can majestie Upon such Rebels such impression make My Lord thou need'st nor flee nor Peter draw They run they run Backwards they fall Yet to be taken thou comest on Yielding thy self unto their thrall Who cannot slip thy curb from off their jaw Servants are let go free while th' master 's bound Bold Peter now To show his Prowess Is word and blow But the meek pris'ner gently cures the wound Thou chid'st thy Champion while thou friend'st thy foe Sweet Prince of peace The wounds of foes thou 'dst rather heale with gentleness Then thine should steel to flint oppose Peter's too hot to hold I fear me so What mean your swords and staves sirs who 's the thief You 've stol'n the fruit And yet Are set To make pursuit I 've only stol'n the punishment and grief Was I not with you in the temple still Have you forgot My Sermons there Yet all that while ye took me not And must I now these shacles weare Th' Essentiall must the written word fullfill See my Disciples leave me and they fly Each shifts for one And so I too Could well have done But lo my bondage is their liberty Thus bound they drag me to the high Priest first Who am the goat Doom'd thus to dye More by Heav'ns counsell then their plot For sin in mine Humanity Which though it knew no sin for sin 's accurst Then they confess over my guiltless head Their sins not mine Yet I Did cry Something divine You 'l find hath scap'd your hands when I am dead In my two natures I 'm both Goats in one Can dye yet scape Can scape yet dye I can discharge first Adams rape Then second Adams bands unty Sinner I must do both or thou' rt undone False witness they suborne ' mongst faithless Jewes Such is their grudge Their Lord They ' ccord To death t' adjudge Though witnesses agree not that accuse Art thou the Christ they captiously enquire Not for to know As sometime did Johns dear Disciples but to throw Mine own confessions at mine head They watch my words with an enflam'd desire This Mary sometimes did but not as they Not life but death They watch And catch From my dear breath Both to themselves and me this bloody day Peter steales to their fire to melt not fight Mine seldome warme Themselves with such But quickly rue their dear-bought harme Saying the warmth's not half so much Sirs is' t so this morn 't was hot i th' night I felt it so Nor find I ought yet cool Except it be The love Ev'n of My friends to me Whilst enemies my wisdome fain would fool The High Priest rends his cloaths but not his heart Then all condemn me The Hall throughout Who must judge all Abjects contemn me Whom Angels do admire they flout They are the Ishma'ls I bear Isaacks part Then they blindfold mine eyes to whom the night Shines as the day I can't Sure want Who gave away So many eyes to others wanting sight Oh! how these Bats project to blind the Sun Moles plot and think How wise they are With a poor clout thus to hood-wink Jacobs true bright and morning star Indeed if 't could you 've
Stop or pursue So short Report Want so much giue See how the last words have the first forgot But oh fond Priests and Elders whence is it That you can stroak These souldiers pates Sure such neglect would you provoke Of all Yet you 're their advocates Alas how fury doth befoole their wits Mean while Disciples were so far from thieving That when this newes They btought That saw 't Yet they refuse To take 't for truth being so far from believing As two of them were to Emaus going Their busie tongue Bee'ng well imploy'd My dearest Lord stands them among No sooner talk't of then enjoy'd Happy the Servants whom he finds so doing What is your talk that makes your walk so sad Saith Cleopas Dost thou Not know These things Alas A mighty Man and Prophet we have had Mighty in word and deed with God and Men Jesus was he Of Nazareth We'd hop'd might our Redeemer be But him our Rulers put to death This bee'ng the third day since And yet agen We know not what to think on 't hurried 'Twixt hope and fear For some That come From th' Sepulcher Assure us that he 's risen from the Dead But oh this evill heart of unbelief This want of faith That can provoke The gentle Lamb of God to wrath Setting in ev'ry wheel a spoke Clouding the rising Sun with gloomy grief O fooles and slow of heart replies my Lord Slow to believe me But oh Not so Not slow to grieve me Ought not your Christ fulfill the written word But Christ can't alwaies hold his chiding story Sugars his checks With sweet instructions Moses his vaile in pieces breaks Proves by prophetick fair deductions Through Seas of sufferings Christ must land in Glory My Lord then makes as he would further go But they begin so pray Him stay And he turns in Happy who love their close reprovers so This bread of life thus broken when he had He breaks more bread And makes them eat Their Lord 's their Sheepheard they 're well fed Body and Soul with blessed meat My soul seek Christ first and those things he 'll add Just now my Lord makes them see who he is Then slips away And oh 'T was so With me last day One moment op'ned and seal'd up like bliss When Christ was gone say they we might have guest What light 't was brought So bright a day To darkest Scriptures might have thought The risen Sun was in our way Finding our hearts so burn within our breast Then they return back to Ierusalem Brimfull of joy To feast The rest But they are coy Till Christ Himself stands in the midst of them And 't is so still Whoever's sent about To tell thy story Hardness of hearts And unbelief blinds all thy glory Lord who believes Lord who converts Till thy deare presence puts all out of doubt Their doores bee'ng shut and hearts much more that even My Lord to put All out Of doubt None else can do 't This newes imparts in person to th' eleven Yet oh how hard a thing is this believing A sprite appears As they suppose The same that in their storms of fears Walk't on the Seas when winds arose Phant'sies fooles-bolt how 't hinders truths receiving Jesus salutes them with a peace be to you Once and agen 'T is I Sirs why Distrust you then Why do you let such thoughts arise why do you Down doubtings I 'm got up And ready have Sirs come and see And feel I pray A Tombe dead unbelief for thee Dig'd in my side but t'other day And for your doubtings in each hand a grave If these suffice not handle feel my feet There are two more Doubt not I 've got All as before Rather then miss their faith their sense he 'll meet Then for the further feeding of their faith He calls for food They give him fish And Honey-Combe but oh his blood And body is a sweeter dish Then breathing take the Holy Ghost he saith Now doth the frost-nipt Tree of life recover Puts forth again New springs And brings Fruits that remain Spirit and Life so prove's Deaths Winter 's over Thomas mean while bee'ng absent from the rest Freezing from th' fire Like them that miss Th' assemblies Christ is wont t' inspire With sweet assurance joy and bliss Can't feed his faith with hear-say of a feast He must first hold a Coroners inquest Must see Christs ayles And must First thrust i th' print of o th' nailes His fingers e're this faith enter his breast His faith must go on stilts or not at all See with the eye Feel with the hand His faith must in his fingers lye His faith must in his feeling stand At th' bound from sorry sense he 'll catch the ball Th' week after he and they be'ng all together With blessed greeting Increase Of peace Christ Crowns their meeting Thomas saith he come reach thy finger hither As men are wont who 've Children to be taught My Lord was fain Though ev'ry letter In 's hands and feet were printed plain With 's finger teach him spell the better The Child to faith by fealing must be brought My Lord and my God! how this sight relieves me Poor Thomas cries Christ saith Thy faith May thank thine eyes Blessed is he who sees not yet believes me Disciples after this a fishing go But nothing's caught Throughout the night Till Jesus comes and brings a draught Lord shew me so which side 's the right When to catch souls thy Gospell net I throw Christ look't into their cup-board just before Children have ye Got meate To eate Else come to me I 've food and firing for you on the shore Hence sinfull cares infest my soul no longer Base diffidence Doubtings retreat Soul mind thy Saviours providence Do thine own work and he 'll find meat Or give thee somethings better if thou hunger Dinner bee'ng done Christ speaks of working then And so should we Our whet Not let Our food should be Shepheards Christ feeds to feed his sheep agen Shepheards who love to eat but not to feed Are what they 're not Not what they are A Paradox and Gordian knot Which Christ will cut and will not spare Shepheards in name but rav'ning wolves indeed Peter dost love me more then these I 'll prove thee Then feed and keep My flock My stâ—ck Of Lambs and Sheep All knowing Lord saith he thou know'st I love thee Peter when thou wast young then thou wast free To come and go As thou'dst a mind Girding thy self 't shall not be so When thou art old others shall bind And gird and carry thee Man follow mee Peter replies and what must this man do What 's that to thee Follow Me thou How busie wee Are to mind others works our own not so In an appointed mount in Galilee Christ meets th' eleven Chargeth them there By all his pow'r in Earth and Heav'n To Preach the Gospell ev'ry where Baptizing in the name of One and Three And in so doing
Stretching its neck to look for land Beyond deaths gulf and life beyond The day of doom Hope is next door to Heav'ns gate 'T is but a step from this to that Nay Hope doth Heaven antedate And bring down hither Hope 's th' antidote against despair Coffin of fear and Couch of care Cradle of patience Hope hath fair Even in foule weather Hope is the mourners Handkerchief Hope is the Balme of ev'ry grief Hope doth endorse the beggars brief Ere it 's collected In Hope I have what yet I want Hope makes me full while things are scant Hope doth consummate what I can't Yet see effected Hope hath an harvest in the Spring In Winter doth of Summer sing Feeds on the fruits whilest blossoming Yet nips no bloom Hope brings me home when I 'm abroad As soon as th' first step homeward's trod In Hope to thee my God! my God! I come I come Hope sends the Ship to Sea and then Ere it returns brings't home agen The port of all Seafaring men Is this GOOD HOPE I am a Sea man too My Soul Though toss'd with doubts when weather 's foul Doth like some Sea-sick vessell roul Yet Heav'n's its scope Hope doth the Souldiers weapon wield By Hope the Souldiers Helmet's steel'd Hope gives him ere he fights the field Hope holds his station I am a Souldier too My Sword Is that o th' Spirit th' two-edg'd word Now for an Helmet give me Lord Th' Hope of Salvation Hope sets the poor Apprentice free First day he 's bound And why not me Thou hast Indentures Lord by thee Wherein I 'm tied Mount Sinais Covenants they bee Yet Hope doth Lord Enfranchize mee In Sion-hill where all are free That do reside In Hope the School Boy doth commence Master of Art and fair science Yea whilest i th' lowest form steps thence To th' Doctors Chair I 'm a School-Schollar too My God! But yesterday I felt thy rod Yet still with Hope am girt and shod Away despair ' Tiâ— Hope â—hat doth the sower feed Who seems to cast away his seed But doth preserve in very deed And mend his store I am a Seeds-man too my Lord And but for Hope thou would'st affoard Thy blessing when I sow thy word I had forbore I am a Seeds man every teare I sow in Hope 't will bring an care Fit for thy floor in time of yeare For thee to gather Were 't not for Hope the heart some say Would break yet Hope led me one day Weeping along the Milkie way To thee O Father I am a Seeds man casting bread On th' waters where it seems lye dead Yet Hope assures me 't shall be fed And then restor'd Hope doth the pris'ners bolts unlock His fetters doth in sunder knock Hope drives the Freemans trade and stock My dearest Lord I am a captive too Sins chain Doth hold and hamper but in vain By Hope I 'm saved and set again At liberty I am a Tradesman too Thou art That God with whom I deal My heart Takes Heav'n to be the only mart Thither trade I Exporting groans and broken pray'rs That scarse can clamber up the stairs Importing rich and precious wares Ev'n joy and peace Joy that exceeds all understanding o th' Spirits sealing Christs own handing Peace that is of Gods own commanding And can't surcease Hope makes the labourer to run A race as 't were with each daies Sun Paying his wages ere 's work be done And mine much more I daily dig and delve within Stubbing at th' roots and stumps of sin And but for Hope one day to win I should give ore O come that long'd for day come quickly This Hope defer'd makes my heart sickly Grace is a Rose but sin is prickly And still adheres Amphibion like the diver tries Whet sharp with Hope t' anatomize And geld the deeps his hop'd for prize Forbids his feares I am a diver too Thy word Doth richer rarities affoard A greater deep and better stor'd With Pearls and treasure Angels desire to dive into These deeps and so I daily do Whose Pearls are rich and Cordiall too Health Wealth and Pleasure 'T is Hope that makes the racer fleet Bringing the wager to his feet Make hast saith Hope what don 't you see 't You 've won you 've won I am a racer too My race From sin to glory is by grace Hope sets Heav'ns Bliss before my face And then I run I heard the witty world once say The bird i th' bush may flie away Take Heav'n who will 't is present pay For which we trade To Faith and Hope I told this story Their havings are but transitory Said Faith said Hope and I have glory That cannot fade Hast it said I Hope shew it me What 's this said Hope thou here dost see Said I an Acorn No said he But 't is an Oake What is' t said Hope thou see'st fast by A grain of Mustard seed said I. A plant said Hope reaching the sky And thou'dst right spoke Then I perceiv'd the meaning was Hope ripens seeds of Grace to Grace Makes Grace when grounded Mount and pass To th' highest story Hope shew'd me then a sparkling stone What 's this said Hope that I 've got on I strait reply'd 't is Grace begun Said Hope 't is glory Then learnt I that Grace inchoate By lively Hope doth maturate And rip'ning doth anticipate Heav'n here on Earth I spake to Hope of a reversion I had in Heaven since conversion Said Hope why cast you an aspersion On th' second birth Reversion sounds said Hope to mee Your state at present dead to bee But I have Heav'n in hand you see Whereon I live I am Faiths present recompence My Grammar knows no Future tense The Verbs that make up all my sense Are Substantive Who 're these said Hope thou see'st before Prostrate and begging at a door Said I they are Heav'ns Parish Poor Said Hope they 're Kings Kings said I. But where are their Crowns Their Scepters Kingdoms Countries Towns Their Armine Robes and Purple Gowns Those royall things I can said Hope tell where they bee Safely they are reserv'd by mee Safely reserv'd from them and thee Look here are they All 's lockt Hope lend 's the key said I. Hope fetch a Bible presently On which when I h'd but cast mine eye I found a key The right key 't was o th' door of Hope Enter said Faith thou â—â—edst not â—rope I turn'd the key and th' door flew ope And I went on But O the things that there I saw Jewels of joyes in foiles of awe But blab not Muse Know'st not the Law Peace and have done 'T is not allow'd thee to display The brightness of Hopes holy day Unutterable things to say Muse do not vent're Hope shew'd me but I can't say what Only let him that questions that But get the key that then I gat And let him enter Then let him say If ever he The like things unto those did see Or yet can utter
which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich â—id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boyâ—'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a pâ—int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not
hue To dusty beauties bid adiew To dusty beauties that have marr'd your eyes Ah my dear God! that wit were wise It cuts mine heart to see much silken wit And snares and halters made of it Halters to th' owners snares to th'passers by How fast loose wit can wantons tie And stake them down till first the lover burns In heart and then in Hell by turns But say his Love be chast And shee a flow'r All 's next to nothing the next hour 'T is kill'd with kindness dies when complemented And soonest fades when 't is most sented Whose Muse doth dress his Mistriss hangs a Verse To day upon to morrows Herse Friends must be then call'd in to have away What wanton wit adores to day Skin-beauty's but a Sodom-apple just When crusht it turns to stench and dust The wanton world complains their Love is blind And I must needs be of their mind Whilst for such walking shades they cannot see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Yet thou art faire Beyond compare Had I a wit and had I grace I 'd bring My Saviour an enamel'd ring A ring whose Posie should be this alone Stars get ye gone the Sun hath shone Stars I mean glow-worms earthen beauties which i th' dark do sparkle in a ditch And fools mistake for Stars ill touch informs And proves them to be sillie worms But Lord my Muse unworthy is to bear The shoes that thy fair feet do wear Fairer for bee'ng so swift swift to shed blood Their own I mean to do me good How fair 's thy face then may I Lord one day Have leave to see though none can say How fair it is My dear the Sun 's a Clod To thy bright face fair Son of God! Wherein still fresh and fresh together growes With vallies Lillie Sharons Rose A rose that ne'r bare prickles of its own Yet sinners thorns did Saviour crown And shall I Love my Champion less for scars He gat in waging of my wars Thy bruises are but beauty spots my dear That make thy Love more fair appear Who loves for fleshly gloss and silken skin May find a Serpent oft within But thy deep wounds Lord prove thee that thou art All Lovely to thy very heart Beauty thus deep Will hold and keep Or is it Knowledg Learning Science art That takes the more ingenious heart Come bookish man and sit a while down here Till thou hast read my dearest dear What 's that that 's printed in his hands and feet The print is plain man dost not see 't A mystery that learned flesh and blood Never taught yet nor understood I h've sometime stood and wondred at the Owles How they should prove Minerva's Foules But since have learnt that learning 's blind as Love Till both be tutour'd from above Oh what a Dungeon is the mind of man Let Pallas paint it what she can Some would not be such fools but that they 're wise And might see better but for eyes Lord shall I Love to know and not know thee In whom all wisdoms treasures bee Great Magazine I whose wisdom's infinite Give me that Panoplie of light An Epictetus or an Antonine i th' dark may make a shift to shine But being by thy Sun-light understood Alas my God prove putrid wood Shall ventrous Students ev'ry Toads-head look For Pearls of knowledge And thy book Thy works lye by unlov'd unlook'd into Thy Pupills th' Angels don't so do But help their sight By Gospell-light Or do I Love for likeness Ah my dear Whose Image was 't I first did bear Whilst yet I stood in Primitive perfection Lord what was I but thy reflexion So like thee that thy self thou couldst not Love But Love me too Nor could I move Thy Love from me till I thy likeness lost Thine Image bee'ng sin-slur'd and crost But now I 'm hatefull grown and hating too Alas my God what shall I do To Love thee and to be belov'd of thee My Lord thy Love preventeth mee For since the ground of liking likeness is Rather then my poor Love thou'dst miss Since cursed sin made man unlike his maker God of mans likeness was partaker When sin to mans undoing had undone Gods Image God next sent his Son In likeness of poor sinfull flesh thereby Condemning sin i th' flesh to dye My God was hungry thirsty naked poor In fears in tears in sweat in gore Was tempted was betrai'd forsaken sold Was captivated kept in hold Was judg'd condemn'd was kill'd was buri'd then That he and I might rise agen In one Divine and sweet similitude And Love in likeness be renew'd And can I yet Thy Love forget Or do I Love for consanguinity For nearness and relation why For me Christ took and shed that Blood of his And do I ask how near he is My Lord is much more mine then I mine own My Lord was mine when I was none My Lord when I was lost and gone astray Was both my Shepheard and my Way Surely my Lord and I are near skin Ere since my Saviour was made SIN Forme and I made RIGHTEOVSNESS in him He is my head and I a limb He is the Vine and I the branch the root Whereof I am a slip or shoot Of my salvation he the captain is And I am a reprize of his He is my Father I his seed nay he In travaile of his soul bare me My brother too born for adversity The Joseph of the family He is my Maker yet mine husband too This Potter me his clay did wooe And rather then he 'd miss the match did make Him a clay-body for my sake Ev'n all men Love their own and shall I not Help Lord and I will knit the knot In full acceptance of thy free donation Clasp hearts and hands in sweet relation Lord thou art mine Make me more thine Or do I Love for suitable supplies To all my wants sure I want eyes Or I could not want Love my Lord to thee In whom all blessings treasur'd bee O that my drop into a Sea could swell Of Love to him in whom doth dwell All fullness as in bank or house of store Ev'n Grace and Bliss for evermore Thine bee'ng once asked if they would away O whither shall we go said they The words of life eternall Lord thou hast And that 's a stock can never wast Goodness is all contracted in thy face As Sun-beams in a burning-glass Oh that I lay in some directer line That I might burn whilst thou dost shine Am I a sinner thou' rt a propitiation I h've wrought confusion thou salvation I h've purchas'd death both for my self and thee But thou to life hast ransom'd mee As God thou seest as man thou feel'st my grief As both thou' rt suitable relief My Creditour and yet my Surety too Paying and pard'ning what I owe. Creatures are Cisterns leaking vessels they Cannot supply themselves one day And me much less My springs are all above My light my life Why not my Love
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to