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A74677	Eugenius Theodidactus. The prophetical trumpeter sounding an allarum to England illustrating the fate of Great Britain, past, present, and to come. Such wonderful things to happen these seven yeers following, as have not been heard of heretofore. A celestial vision. VVith a description of heaven and heavenly things, motives to pacifie Gods threatned wrath: of a bloody, fiery way of the day of judgment, and of saints and angels. / Sung in a most heavenly hymn, to the great comfort of all good Christians, by the Muses most unworthy, John Heydon, gent. philomat.	Heydon, John, b. 1629.	1655 (1655)	Thomason E1671_3; ESTC R208414	82,593	168

hear and see and bear a part In heav's heart-charming musick sacred art In that rare comfort of Mel-Melody At Christs rare Nuptials blest solemnity Come then Lord Jesus oh I cannot cease To wish my soul in thine eternal peace Give me O Lord good Stephens Eagles-eye Through thickest clouds heav'ns glory to espye Give me O Lord a voice angelicall With Heart unfeigned on thee thus to call How long O Lord how long wilt thou delay Lord Jesus come come quickly do not stay Make hast and tarry not I thee intreat And draw my soul from earth to heavenly seat For why I fea● Lord falsifie my fear That Satan wil 'gainst me such malice bear To cause my refractory flesh to stur My soul unto Rebellion so t' incur Thy wrath and indignation for the fame My stubborn flesh therefore Lord curb and tame O free me from this Fleshly Prison strong Wherein my soul hath fettered lyen too long Fett'red I say yea fest'red more 's my shame More art thou fl●sh and much more I too blame Who oft with Adam fondly have aspired And with vain-glory led have oft desired The fruit o' th' Tree of Knowledge for to eat Not of the Tree of Life more soveraign meat And to be red in any other Book Much pride and pleasure I have often took Than in my Book of conscience to behold The wo whereinto sin doth me infold With wontons I oft view'd Prides Looking-Glass But not times Dyall how my dayes did pass Yea on earths follies I have fixt mine eyes Gazing on blaztng worldly vanities Yet Lord I know that as thou hast a book wherein my faults are writ on them to look So thou a Bottle hast wherein to keep My contrite tears when I for Sin do weep And though my self unworthy I agnize Unto thy throne to lift my finful eyes Yet I my self unworthy do not find To weepe before thee til mine eyes be blind Lord then vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An ear an answer to my souls sad speech O come Lord Iesus come I humbly pray Speake peace unto my soul O do not stay Bind up my wounds make whole my malady VVith the Samaratans sweet charity Into my sore powre thou the Oyle of gladness Revive my soul from sin constrained sadness O bring my soul out of this mire and mnd This sinck of sin where I too long have stood Smite off my Fetters of iniquity As thou didst Peters in captivity Stop in me all the conduits of transgression Break Satans weapons of my son's oppression Yea let my eyes be as continual Lavers To wash and clense sins ulcers stinking savours For a clean Lord I know takes delectation To have a clean heart for his habitation Give therefore grace O Lord whiles here I live That I a bil of due divorce may give Unto that harlo● sin which too-too-long Hath by false Flattery done my soul much wrong O double treble happy were I sure If once I might put off sins rags impare T●ose Menstruous cloathes wherewith I am disguised VVhereby thine Image in mee 's not agnized VVhereby in thy pure sight I am but loathed O therefore that my soul might once be cloathed VVith thy most Royal Robes of righteousness Thy seamel●ss spotless Coat of Holyness And therein be presented to the Sight Of my great Lord the Father of all Light And be ingrafted and incorporate Into this New-Ierusalems blest state Ino this Kingdome evermore existing Into this Kingdome all of joy consisting Where all thy Saints and Sacred Angels reign By thee their mighty Lord and soveraign Cloathed in vestures of the purest white Stil in the presence of thy sacred sight Their heads adorn'd with Crowns of purest Gold Of preecious stones rich Pearls rare to behold Thou Lord alone being the Diadem Of these thy Saints in this Ierusalem Whose only sight is their beatitude Which duresfor aye without vicissitude But Lord it may be thou maist say to me Alas poor soul wouldst thou my beauty see None ere could see the glory of my face And lives on earth such is mans mortal case Lord thus I answer and I this confess That thy coelestial glorious holiness Is so immense so infinite so rare So great so glorious gracious specious fair That no flesh living can it see and live Yet to my soul O Lord this mercy give That so it may behold thy sacred sight Let death with thousand deaths my body smite So my poore Soul may see thy Majesty Let death my breath and Life end speedily Oh then I say and ne're shal cease to say O three-sold four-sold happy sure as they Who by a pious life and blessed end By Christ heav'ns Ladder to heav'ns joyes ascend Who for the minutes of Earths Lamentation Enjoy heav'ns endless years of consolation Who from this earthly prison are set free And in heav'ns Palace live O Christ with thee Yea who being dead to sin and Earthly toyes Are there in plenitude of perfect joyes But oh most wretched miserable I Who in the Flouds of worlds mortality By huge heav'n-mounting hel descending waves By Rocks Syrths whirlpoles al which seem my graves Am stil constrain'd to sail through dangers great Which waters winds weather together threat And which is more I mosterroniously Through ignorance oft wander clean away I lose my way and then am danger'd most Not ●nowing whither my poor ship doth coast Being thus expos'd to seas all jeopardies Like Ionah when from Ninive he flies Tost to and fro even into the Maw of hel By furious hound which 'gainst me rage and swel So that my way to th' Harbour of my rest Thus being lost my soul is fore opprest But which is worst whiles thus to thee I sail I meet Sea-Monsters which do me assail Resistful Remoraes do strive to stay me And huge Leviathan gapes wide to slay me Lifes toyes and troubles Satans craft and power Nould stay my voyage and would me devour Restless redresse is thus I store about Hnd for thy heavenly my soul cryes out Wherefore Sea-calming wind controlly Lord To my perplexed soul thine aid afford For if thou wilt O Lord thou canst me cherish O therefore help or else my soul wil perish One Depth O Lord another in doth call As waves break out and on each other fall The depth of my calamity profound Doth invocate thy Mercies which abound I call and cry from many waters deep My soul from sinking Lord preserve and keep O keep me from these dangers imminent Which have my silly soul on all sides pent Let thine oustretched arm upholding grace Once bring my soul unto her resting place From floods or worldly infelicity Into the ●ven of eternity How long O Lord how long wilt thou prolong Thy wrath● appeale and ease me from among These d●death-threatning dangers O direct My way to thee my 〈◊〉 to thee erect My ●fidence re-plan in thee I pray That ●o these temp●sts may me not dismay That so these floods though flow may

sure in pure felicity Which happiness though yet I may not have Until my soul receive my corps from Grave Until I mortal be immortalized And with the sacred angels angelized Unttlith ' clouds my Saviour come again To re-collect th' Elect with him to reign O yet my soul thy selfe delight and solace To ruminate the joyes of that sweet Palace To recapitulate the sacred pleasure The Saints shal then possess in plenteous measure Even in the eternal palace Crystaline The sacred seat of the United trine The glorious Court and heav'nly presence Chamber Of heav'ns great Emp'rour wonderful Commander That alpha and omega first and last Who was is shal be when all times are past That mighty powerful One sole God most high Th' eternal King nay self-eternity Infinite all in all yet out of all Of ends the end of firsts Originall The Life of Lives Bounties ore-flowing flood Cause of all Causes Ocean of all Good Un-Seen all-Seer Stars-Guide Sight of Seeing That One-None which to Nothing gave a Beeing There also shal my soul behold and see The most ineffable deep Mystery Of that incomprehensible trine-one Sitting in glory in his glistring throne With blessed Saints and angels comitated With all the heavenly hoast of soul-beated Prophets Apostles Patriarchs of old The noble band of Martyrs stout and bold Our Parents Wives our Children Kindred Friends Yea all to whom Christs saving health extends All of them clad in bliss coelestial All shining bright in joy angelicall Wherein the presence of their heavenly King They Hallelujah Hallelujah sing To him that sitteth on the throne most high Making a most harmonious Melody With sacred sugred Notes and heav'nly Songs Singing the praise which to the Lamb belongs This being their especial exercise Their pleasant practise customary guise Stil to behold the Lords most beautious face Burning with love of his most lovely grace Their mouthes stil fill'd with praises of his name In magnifying his immortall fame Without all tediousness or intermission Protected alwaies by his blest tuition O there is infinite un-uttered joy Mirth without mourning bliss without annoy Health without sickness or pernicious humors Perfection without all sonitainting humors Peace without war and light without darkness Love without hate beauty without paleness Sweetness without all fulsome surfeiting Life without death life ere continuing There are no sighs no sobs no penury No hunger thirst but with saturity No chilling killing frosts or least extremes No parching Sun-shine with her piercing beams No wil to sin no power to offend No enemie least mischief to intend Good Paul hath there no need to watch and pray To labour in the world both night and day And good old Ierome then may cease t' afflict Himself so often by a life most strict To conquer his spirituall enemy To overthtow the Serpents subtilty For there 's all peace security and rest That peace which can by no means be exprest There 's all perfection sacred Light excelling All sorrow care darkness and dread expelling O life eternall holy habitacle Heav'nly Jerusalem Saints receptacle O amiable City of the Lord How should my soul thy prayses due record What excellent rare thing are said of thee What things are writ are hop't are found to be In thee thou hast the seat of glory sure That good-best good-God joy and solace pure Which far exceeds the science and deep sense Of humane reason and intelligence Por which even Legions of Professors good And godly Martyrs have not spar'd their blood But with undaunted valiant courage have Made Lyons Tygres Fire and sword their grave That after death they might enjoy that Crown Those Palms of peace of honour and renown Wherewith thy Saints O blest Jerusalem Are happifi'd in happiness supreme VValking as Kings in those most gorgeous streets VVhere each one nought but perfect pleasure meets In streets I say more precious than pure gold Glistring with glory wondrous to behold The Gates of which most holy habitation Are pearls of pearless price and valuation VVhose wall is all of precious stones most pure Incomparably rich and strong t' endure There is that glorious Paradice coelestiall Surpassing Adams Paradice terrestriall VVherein are fluent Oyly Rivers Currents Fair brooks of butter and sweet Honney torrents Replenished with Garden-walks and Bowers VVith beds all wrought and frought with fragrant flowers VVhose odoriferous rare variety Afford most various sweet amenity VVhose curious colours and whose lovely greene Are alwaies fresh are alwaies springing seen There Hearts-ease Saffron Lillies and the Rose Do savour sent spring spire with sweet repose There all the Spices aromaticall T' afford delight and cheer the heart withall There is that soveraign Balsum med'cinable For sent and Salve most precious amiable All these in thee flourish without defect VVith these the Garlands of the Saints are dect VVithout corruption they continue stil And sprout and spring about this Sion hil In thee 's that peace of God which doth exceed Mans understanding and faith wavering Creed There is that glory which doth all advance Obnoxious never unto change or chance There 's that eternal light as sure as pure That Sun of righteousness for ere t' endure That white and bright blest Lamb of God most high VVho shews and shines most clear incessantly VVhich no time ever shal once terminate Nor no disastrous chance extenuate There 's day which never darkness doth admit There in their bowers of pleasure Saints do sit There also is certain security There shalt thou find secure eternity There all rare comforts from heav'ns glorious King Successively successfully do spring What ere the soul can wish request desire Is there at hand without the least enquire What ere thou lovest there is to be found Only what 's il comes not in this blest ground Oh then my soul what pleasure infinite Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight Yea what a most profound and pure abyss Thus to behold the Lord of Lords is this Thus to behold with ravisht admiration The Lords bright face with sacred contemplation Yea with thine eyes to see what faiths dim eye On earth was never able to espie Even that eternal trinity most blest Which can by man no sooner be exprest Than Austines seeming Lad could powre or lade The mighty Ocean into th' Shel he made Without a bottome that his Shel to fil No sooner can I say mans stupid wil Til his corruptiod in-corruption be This holy Mystery clearly know and see But when thou mortal dost imortallize When Christ my King thy soul once happifies Then shalt thou tast that God is good and gracious Then shalt thou Live in this his house most spacious Then shalt thou tast the spring of life most sweet Then in the heav'ns thou shalt Christ Jesus meet Then shal thy water of terrestrial griefe Be turn'd into the wine of sweet reliefe Then shall thy Sobs be turned into Songs Then shalt thou triumph for thy worldly wrongs O then in that most sacred glorious

sight Is to be found the fulness of delight Of wisdome beautie riches knowledge pure Of happiness for ever to endure Of goodness joy and true Nobilitie Of treasure pleasure and felicitie Of all that merits love or admiration Or worketh comfort or sure contentation Yea all the powers and powerful faculties Of soul and bodie shal partake likewise Shal be sufficed with the ful fruition Of heav'ns eternal ternal glorious vision God unto all his sacred Saints shal be Their universal sweet felicitie Containing each particular delight Which may affect th' aspect of their blest sight Infinite both for number and for measure And without end shal be their endless pleasure To th' eyes he shal be a Mirror cleer Melodious Musick to delight the ear To th' Palate he shal be Mellifluous Mell Sweet spiring Balm for to refresh the Smel Unto the understanding he shal bee A Light most bright and pure it'h high'st degree To th' VVill he shal be perfect contentation To th' Memory erelasting continuation In him we also shal injoy possess What ever various time could here express Yea all the beauties of his rarest creatures VVhich may our love allure by their sweet features All joy and pleasure to content the minde Such at it'h creatures selves we nere could find This sight I say is th' angels chiefest treasure The Saint repast repose and princely pleasure This is their everlasting life their crown Their Meed their Majestie their high renown This their rich rest their spacious specious palace Their outward inward joy and soveraign solace Their Paradise divine their Diadem Their ample bliss their blest Jerusalem Their peace of God past all imagination Their ful beatitude and sweet salvation To see him who them made re-made made Saints Him seeing to possess without restraints Possessing him to love him as their King And loving him to praise him as the Spring And Fountain of this all felicity And praising ever this blest ●nitie O then my soul cease not to like to love These admirable lovely joyes above And though thy corrupt flesh is th' obstacle And stays delayes from this blest habitacle Although thy flesh like churlish Nabal frown Refuse the pains to seek this sacred crown Yet let thy Spirit like good Abigal Go forth to find this place angelical Let Hagar never get her Mistris place Nor Ismael good Isaac so disgrace But strive most strenuously fight that good fight Subdue thy flesh withstand proud Satans might And with the eye of faith believe desire To live with Christ pray seek sue and inquire Pray earnestly to Christ thy King above In burning zeal firm faith and burning love For what ●s this world nought but a flou●ing fanciesie A theatre or vainness pleasant phren● A sinc of sin a shop of all deceit Iniquities chief center and sure seat A Map a mirror of all miserie A Dunge on of most dire calamitie Lovely to look on like the Scarlet VVhore But dangerous to deal with evermore A mazie Labyrinth of impious errors A camp of Cruelty of tears and terrors Constant in nought but in inconstancy And most unconstant in that constancie In nought the same save not to be the same And of being but a very name Still floting fleeting never at a stay Hates on the morrow whom it loves to day Yea t is a Ioab ful of craft and guile Kills his Embracers with a traiterous smile A Wrastler 't is and trippeth up the heels Of many a man ere he its grasping ●eels Solomon wise strong Sampson so renownd It made their lengths to measure on the ground Therefore to love the world is nought els sure Then to her Lime-twigs thy poor soul t' allure Which so the feathers of thy faith will marre Thy soul if 't may be from heav'ns joyes to barre Why then my soul shouldst thou to the earth be thral Which hast a heav'nly blest Original Why shouldst thou pin thy thoughts on mortal things Who art immortal from the King of Kings And why shouldst thou a sp'rit invisible Be pleas'd with things both gross and visible Striving to pamper thy corrupted bodie Whose definition is indeed that both-die Both Soul and Body when the Flesh gives way To Sin and Satan in their dire decay And hence it is that Latinists likewise Thus Corpus fitly crimologize Cor which was once the heart of pure perfection Is thus made Pus all filth and foul infection Why then shouldst thou then thy self so low depress Who art of high caelestial Nobleness One of thy Fathers first-born children deer Whose name in Heav'ns blest Records may appear Why should the worlds falle promises delude thee Since heav'n with grace goodness hath indu●d thee Wilt thou a Princes Son a heavenly Prince Let Satans gilded apples thee convince Wilt thou the Son of heav'ns all-sacred King Offend thy father for so vile a thing Wilt thou thy birth-right Esau-like forge For one dire mess of broth bewitching wo Oh. no! deceitful Dalilah a-dieu Thy Syrens Songs my soul doth most eschew Thy Crocadile-like tears which would betray me By heav'ns preventing-grace shal never slay me For all thy bitter-sweets false protestations My soul esteemeth but hellish incantations Wherefore as A●mon being once defiled With his own Sister whom he had beguiled After the fact did hate her ten times more Then ever he had loved her before So I whom thy false friendship once defiled VVhom thy deceitful ambush once beguiled I hate abominate thy mischief more Then ere I lov'd or liked thee before As sea-men Rocks as Children Scorp●ons flie So Oh my sou● hate worldly vanity And oh what 's he that would not leave most glad Worlds vanities so finite base and bad For pleasures infinite VVhat 's he would take Fraudulent joyes and permanent forsake None doubtless none but Dastards void of grace None but faint-hearted fearful cowards base The resolute couragious Christian bold Dares deaths grim face confront see and behold Dares death defie and his approach desire Because by death he knows he shal acquire The end of all his hope for deaths the Key Which opes the door to true felicitie Yea 't is no pain but of all pains the end The gate of heav'n and ladder to ascend And death 's the death of all his storms and strife And sweet beginning of immortal Life Therefore with smiling count'nance merrily To heav'n his place of rest he casts his eye And in his heart these thoughts are oft revolved Unfeignedly I wish to be dissolved To be with thee O Christ my Saviour sweet Thee my deer eldest brother for to meet I see thee Christ I see thee heav'nly home I gladly would and quickly to thee come I see thee O thou Saints caelestial place I much desire I once had run my race But though I cannot with Elias run i th' strength o' th spirit in this race begun Unto the heav'nly Canaan yet give Grace Though I with Iacob halt to halt apace And if not so yet that at

least I may Like to an infant learn to creep the way And grow from strength to strength from grace to grace Until I come in presence of thy face For I am weary of this pilgrimage And long for thee my heav'nly heritage How oft have I thee view'd with admiration How oft hast thou been my souls meditation How oft have I been ravisht with desire That unto thee my soul might once aspire How oft have I been scorn'd and vili-pended Earths most unpleasant pleasures quickly ended Being compared to those joyes above Which from my heart my soul doth dearly love My heart my life my bliss my joy my gem My soules dear soul is New-Ierusalem And now I come my joyes I come to you For whom I did so often seek and sue I pain and death do heartily imbrace So that my soul amongst you may take place Yea though ev'n hel it self were in my way And would my journey stop disturb or stay I would it pass and hazard hells annoy To live with Christ in his caelestial joy And surely since heath'nish Cleo● brotus Did seem but desp'rately so valorous Hearing his Master Plato once discourse Of immortalitie with furious force From an high Rock himself did head-long throw In hope to be immortalized so O how much rather then I pray ought I Dying it'h Lord a thousand death to die To be inve●ted in that perfect glory Shown an affur'd in truths most faithful Story He di'd in bare opinion Souls blind-love I die in saith and knowledg from above He onely hop● to have immortal Life I for immortal rest and glory rife He went unsent-for I am oft invited Even Christ himself my soul hath oft incited Incited oft I say with resolution And Pauls firm faith to wish for Dissolution Shal then his Pagan-courage mine excel Shal fear of death my Christian-courage quell Since my sure ground than his is much more firm And death to me is but my sorrows term And that my soul i' th end shall sure exult Although the way seem somewhat difficult O no my soul be valorous and stout With constant courage persevere hold out None fight but with a hope of victory Thy fight wel finisht brings eternitie If one shoul say unto a Captain stout Go forward with bold courage fight it out Do but thy utmost fight and give not over For thou in th end the conquest shalt recover Would any David his Goliah flie From whom he 's sure to win the victorie Would any Gideon such a fight refuse Could any valiant Ioshua think you chuse But enter combat with the proudest Foe Whom he with triumph surely shal orethrow My Saviour sweet even thus to me hath said Take courage Christian Souldier ben't afraid Do thou thy utmost Satan to with-stand For I will be propitious at thy hand Fight valiently and though thy Foes fierce might May hap to bring thee on thy knees i' th fight May often foil thee by his crafty snare Yea though his claws were ready thee to tare Yet I wil raise thee up I le thee defend And thou shalt sure be victor in the end Who then I say what 's he would be so base As not this proffer gladlie to imbrace Who could with vile pusillanimity So free a Conquest coward like deny Shal do●ing Lovers for their Ladies fight And for their sakes account all danger slight Shall Merchants venture both lives and goods For wealth pelf through th' Oceans dangrous floods Yea shal the ship boy gladly undergo All hazards which or Sea or shore can show Onely in hope to gain a Masters place And to obtain a cunning Pilots grace And shal my Soul turn coward ●ear and flie Shal not my soul controle that enemy Whom Christ my General first overthrew And thereby all his subtilties wel knew And knowing them hath taught me how to fight Me to defend him offend put to flight Yea and hath promis'd heel assistant bee And in my weakness cause my foe to flee And underneath my feet pull Satan down And me as victor graciously wil crown O then my soul stand stourly to 't and fear not Christs sacred arms in vain about thee bear not Fight this good fight and let proud Satan know Christ being Captain thou'lt him overthrow For if Heav'ns King by grace be on thy side Thou needst not fear what ere do thee betide No danger sure can in that Battel bee Where thou for Christ and Christ doth fight for thee And here 's my comfort this is my souls stay That whether Satan wound or do me stay Dye fleshly body so my soul may live Christ to my soul the Palm of grace wil give But as a mighty Emp'rour which proclaims At some great Feast Olympick warlike Games Wherein to him which proves the Conqueror And doth the best exploits this Emperor Wil give a crown his valor to reward And him with Kingly favour wil regard But not the Emp'rour unto him descends But lie to th' Emp'rors Gallery ascends There from his Princely hand to take the Crown The triumph trophy of his high renown Even so the Christian Souldier having gained The victory for which he long had strained With all his power spiritual to quel The rage of ray●nous sin and Satan fel Musts from the worlds Lists in a blessed end By death Heav'ns glorious Gallery ascend There from the hands of Jesus Christ himself To take a Crown far passing worldly pelf A Crown of joy even glories plenitude A Crown of bliss even heav'ns beatitude Not as the Meede of his deserving merit But as the free gift of Gods sacred Spirit For having done what ever I am able Yet my best service is unprofitable Only in mercy he is pleas'd to Crown His own good gifts in me to my renown O! therefore death shal be my welcome guest Death which translates from la Sour unto rest From worldly sorrow to heav'ns joyes encrease From wo to weale from trouble to sweet peace From earth the stage of instability To heav'n the fortress of true constancie Go then you godless Heliogabolites You drunken Vicars proud cosmopolites Go please your selves in swearing feasting fighting And not what 's just but what 's your lusts delight in Go please your selves with rich and large extents Of wealthy Mannors stately tenements Grow proud to see your underlings beslaved And by your greatness wrongfully outbraved To see your ward-roabs stuft with proud apparel Your mouths with oathes your thoughts with strife quarrel To have variety of worldly pleasure Delicate Gardens Coffers ful of treasure Treasure sa●d I nay white and yellow clay Bewitching Mammon Sin-bane souls decay Or if there 's ought that doth you more allure Or which you would with more content procure Use it possess it yet for all this know You shall it all with shame and smart for go Yea God wil take at deaths disastrous day Your Lands your life your goods your Gods away This this alas did cause the Prophets cry

This mov'd S. Paul with zealous ard●ncy 'gainst worldlings to cry out and them accuse That they themselves their souls would so abuse Such lying vanities so to respect So sottishly their Souls health to reject In Aegypt straw and stubble for to buy Yea Straw I say and chaffe which finally Would their own house burn down and ruinate And head-long them to hel precipitate Whereas their saviour at a cheaper price Would sel them gold pure gold rare Merchandise Even all the Golden joyes and sweet delight Of Paradise coelestial sacred sight That Pearl of blest salvation which to buy The wisest Merchant would most joyfully Sel all his worldly treasure earthly pelfe With this rare jewel to enrich himself And what 's his price O cheap and nought else sure But what thou maist thy self with ease procure Only thy heart t is only this he craves This given to God both soul and body saves Not that thy God is better by the same But thou made blest to magnifie his Name 'T is onely thine not his good he desires And for this good he only thanks requires Oh therefore silly simple sinful man What greater madness tel me if thou can Than such a proffer fondly to refuse Than death for life for treasure Straw to choose For precious liquor Fountain water good To choose foul puddles stinking ful of mud Oh more then mad men thus to take more pain Head-long to run to hel with might and main Then even the holiest Sain is to go to heaven Who oft with treats and threats are thereto driven But 〈◊〉 my soul thy Saviours Counsel take O do not thou his bounty so forsake Go buy of him give body heart and all To purchase this rare Gem angelicall And with that royal Shepheard David say O thou my soul trust in the Lord alway Yea in his awe and Law take thou delight O like love love look on this both day and night Let it be thy arithmetick alwayes To take account and number out thy dayes A Deaths-head let thy chiefe companion be An hour glass remembrancer to thee Let thy chiefe study be continually How to live wel and blessedly to dye So shalt thou O my soul most happy be When thou of that blest Citie art made free When thou amongst that sacred hierarchie Shal sing sweet tones and tunes melodiously With heav●ns Psalmodical harmonious quire Of Saints and Angels zealous hot as fire The Diapason of whose heav'nly Layes Doth warble forth heav'ns due deserved praise Where thou being grac't and plac't in heav'nly state In precious pleasure ne're to ●erminate Being sweetly rap't in heav'nly extasie Christ and his Churches Epithalamy My sainted foul with surged voice shal sing To God in Christ my three-one heav'nly King O happy Citizens enfranchis'd there O joyful quiristers singing so cleare Victorious souldiers thus to be trans-planted Where peace for war where life for death is granted Happy wert thou my soul most truly blessed If thou wert once of this rare joy possessed That then I might be fill'd and never fated With that rare sight which once initiated Shal last for aye without times dissolution Shal be most specious without all pollution Therefore my heart as hart being chaft and chased By furious hounds most nimbly tract and traced Desires the water-brook his heat t' allay That so refresht he thence may scud away Even so my heart O Lord desires to see Those Crystal streams of Life which slow from thee Sighes sues pursues her Countrey to recover Here abject subject too too triumpht over By my three fierce and furious enemyes Who seek my soul t' insnare and sin-surprize Even Satan that old hunter and his hounds The quakers Hectors which give my soul deep wounds Who more like ravening wolves would fain devour And captivate my soul in hellish power But thy preventing grace O spring of Grace Preserves my soul dis-nerves their horrid chace And as a Bird out of the Fowlers Grin And as Noes Dove looking to be let in Into the Ark of thine eternal rest My cyred soul is unto the addrest My soul with worlds encumbrances oppressed Desires O Lord to be by thee refreshed My soul doth thirst and hasteth to draw near And longs before thy presence to appear O tree of Life O ever-living spring Whose laud and praise the heav'nly hoast do sing O when shal I come and appear in sight Of thee the S●n of righteousness most bright When shal my soul by thine all-saving hand Be led with joy from forth this Des●rt Land When shal I leave this Wilderness of wo Wherein my soul is tossed to and fro I sit alone as one a house the sparrow i th' Vale and Dale of tears fears sighes and sorrow O lead dear Christ my love-sick soul by th' hand From this vast wilderness drie thirsty Land To thy wine-Cellers that I there may tast Of thy wine-flagons thou prepared hast Comfort me with the apples of thy grace With thy Hid-Manna strengthen my weak case With heav'nly Milk and Honny Lord make glad My heart which worlds afflictions hath made sad O Let me once from wisedomes sacred Lip Coelestial Nard and Rosean Liquor sip Yea let me fatiare mine insariate thirst With that sweet Milk wherewith thy Saints are noure't I thirst O Lord I thirst thou art the wel O quench my thirst and let me with thee dwel I hunger Lord I hunger thou are bread Even bread of Life O let my soul be fed I seek thee Lord yet stil I go astray Through high-waies by-wayes yet I miss the way Thou art O Lord the perfect way and dore My soul wil follow if thou go before Direct my feet to leave the paths of sin Ope glories gate and let my soul go in Let it be riches to me to possess thee Let it be gloy to me to confess thee Let it be clothes Christ Jesus to put on Let it be food his word to feed upon Yea let it be my life to live and dye For Christ my King and for his verity So shal my riches be to me eternall So shal my glory be with Christ supernal So shal my clothing fril be fair and new So shal my food be Manna heav'nly dew So shal my life nere fade but ever spring Being stil preserv'd by Christ my Lord and King But oh alas when shal I see that day That day of gladness never to decay That day of Jubile when all are glad That day when all rejoyce none can be sad Whose endless time and never fixed date Eternity shal never exterminate That Saints blest birth-day which shal nere have evening That lasting day to which no night gives ending That rare Grand-Iubile that Feasts of feasts Sabbaths of sabbaths endless rests of rests To which least care shal never dare come neare Wherein the Saints shal shake of● palid fear O pure O pleasant most desired day Of that eternal springing month of May In which my soul shal evermore rejoyce In which