Ghost As this Cloud was by God to guide the Host. O thou who on Mount Sin in clowdes descended And on Mount Oliue in a clowde ascended Who rides vpon the Clâ—wdes as in a Waine And in the Clowdes will come to vs againâ— Be thou my Clowde my shelter and defence Against Gods wrath and Satans violence And to that heauenly Canaan be my guide Where I with thee for euer may abide The Second Decade I. Manna WHen Israel had thought themselues nie lost God rained Man from heauen vpon the host With which for fortie yeares he did them feed In forme it was lâ—ke Coliander seede And that this wonder might not be forgot Some of it was kept in a golden pot Christ is this Man which in a mist did fall On Mary for his birth was misticall This is a better bread then that white hoare Which fell vpon the Desart in such store He shall not dye that eateth of this bread By Faith but shall be raysed from the dead Lord with this Manna feed my soule therefore Tâ—at I may neuer hunger any more Then I will not forget this mercy but My minde shall keepe it as the Golden Pot. II. The Rocke THe Rod of Moses gaue the Rocke a blow Which caused Christall waters thence to flow The Churches Rocke receiued in his side A wound which caused gently thence to glide Water and Bloud a double Sacrament Of Christs last Will and blessed Testament I 'm faint and foule then feed Lord refresh me Feede with thy Blood and with thy water wash me III. Arons Rod Sarah the Virgin Mary THis witherâ—d rod brought forth fruit leaues flowres Without the help of Sun or dropping showres It was as great a wondâ—r that a Maid Should beare a Child without Mans hâ—lpe and a'de Sarah though Barren though her Lord was old Yet had a Child at last as God foretolde As great a wonder on my soule as these Thou can performe O Lord if so thou please Shee is a Maide she is a Withered Rod Shee is a Barren Sarah then O God Giue Children or with Rachel else she dies Marke how with Hanna for a Child she câ—ies Make her a fruitfull Mother of good actions Make her to bud with cleane and sound affections IIII. Iericos Walls NOt men of warre but priests did tumble douw Thâ— lofty walls of this most wretched Towne In stead of Engines they did vse the sound Of Rams-hornes which did beate them to the ground The preaching of the Gospell is these Hornes A silly meanes and which the world scornes Yet by it God exhalteth humâ—le ones And doth cast downe the mighty from their thrones When Gods most blessed wordbegan to sound Then Satans Kingdome fell flatte to the ground Lord let vs heare continually this Trumpet Sounding against the Babilonish Strumpet Beate downe her lofty walles and we dâ—sire That thou wilt burne vp her Towne with fire Destroy all those that would this whore adore And let their flame ascâ—nd for euermore V. Gedeons Fleece When all the Earth was dry then dew did fall Vpon the fleeâ—e but afterward when all The Earth was wet with dew the fleece was dry Which is to Iewes and Greekes a mistery The Iewes that little fleece was wet at first With dew of Grace but now they are a thirst The Gentiles who atfirst were dry are now Weâ—e with this grace they know not why nor how But that it pleased God some for to choose Of his free grace and others to refuse O thou whose haire is full of dew whose locks Are wet with night drops watching ouer the flocks Water thy Church with grace from heauen still As thou wast wont with dew high Hermon hill Or as proud Babels king with dew was wet When he was forc'd with Oxen grasse to eate Let Iacobs blâ—ssing fall vpon her euen The fatnesse of the earth and dew of Heauen VI. Sampson AS Sampson went to see his Wife one day He kills a Ramping Lyon by the way His Wife was faire but yet shee was a stranger And brought her Husband ofteâ—times in danger And by her meanes the riddle was expounded Which Sampson to the Philistims propounded Their corne and fruits he burned vp with firebraÌ„ds And breake the cords a sunder from his hands And with an Asses iaw bone which he found He knockt a thousand of them to the ground But this same bone which had so many kill'd Did vnto thirsty Sampson water yeeld He bore away Azzas posts and doore And was at last betraied by his whoore Who cut off Sampsons haire and so at length He lost his eyes his liberty and strength But being led to Dagons house he cries To God for strength for to reuenge his eyes God heard his prayer then Sampson laid his hand Vpon the Posts on which the house did stand And so to make an ende of all his woes He pull'd downe Dagons temple on his foes Thus by his glorious death he kill'd far more Then he had done in all his life before Iesus that blessed Nazariâ—e did tarry Here with the Church a while whom he did marry He tooke her though a stranger for his Wife And for her sake he did forsake his life Death was the Lion which he â—ill'd by death By it he gâ—ue the Church spirituall breath From this strong eater he brought out sweet meat Thâ— bread of Life for euery soule to eate This Riddle to his wife he did impart And likewise all the counsels of his heart He will with fire all Herâ—ticks deuoure Which with false doctrine would his Church deflowre The wicked doe account his word alas No better then the Iawbone of an Asse Yet this same word doth many thousands kill But is to thirsty soules a springing well Christ slept a while within deaths gates but rose Againe betimes in despite of his foes He bore away deaths mighty posts and doores He spoyled principalities and powers His followers which then were buâ— aleauen Did see him from the Mount mount vp to Heauen The Romans ouer the Iews did rules as Loâ—ds At whose command they bound Christs hands with cords They cut his haire head with thornes and cast Him in the prison of the Graue at last Christ pull'd the Tâ—mple of his body downe But rais'd it vp againe with great renowne Which Sampson could not doe he loos'd the bands Of cruell death froâ— off his feete and hands O happy day wherein that Temple fâ—ll Which by the waight thereof crush'd death hell The Philistines O Lord my sinnes doe binde My soul with cords loe how they make her grinde Here in this body as it were in prison They haue pull'd out her eyes of wit and reason Lord giue her strength againe and heare her cryes That she may be reuenged for her eyes These Philistines to my great griefe and shame And to the great dishonour of thy name Are met within the Temple of my breast Where at my wretched soule
THREE DECADS OF DIVINE MEDITATIONS Whereof each one containeth three parts 1 A History 2 An Allegory 3 A Prayer With a commendation of the priuate Countrey life By ALEXANDER ROSSE his Maiesties Chaplaine in Ordinarie LONDON Printed by A. M. for Francis Constable and are to be sold at the Signe of the Crane in St. Paules Church-yeard TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE AND VERTVOVS LADY THE LADY KINLOSS I Neuer drunke of Aganippes Well I neuer sleept vpon Parnassus Hill Arcas I neuer heard I haue not seene Ioues daughters dance in the Pierian greene I leaue the Muses and the Delphick rockes For those that beare green bayes weare high sockes I write no lofty stile I 'm plain simple For why I'dwell farre from Apollos Temple Yet Madam Ipresume you 'l not disdaine To read these verses though they be but plaine For they containe sweet Meditations And Antydots against tentatious For you alone I made them they are yours Then read them when you haue some idle houres Accept them as a token of that zeale Which I doe carrie to your Honours weale Vnto your Husband mirror of these times By right I should haue offâ—ed not these rimes To whom I owe a greater obligation Then euer I did to any of our Nation But that I haue reserued greater straines To him who hath deserued all my paines Whose vertues claime far more then now I will Expresse to you by this my rurall quill Because he hates vaine ostentation And I likewise hate assentation But to be briefe according to our powers My Muse and I will honour you and yours Your Honours to command ALEXANDER ROSSE The First Decad. The Riuer of Paradise Christ and Adam compared Noahs Doue Noahs Drunkennesse Isaac offered vp Rebeccas twins Iacobs Ladder Iacobs wresâ—ling The fiery bush The Cloud and firy Piller The Second Decad. Manna The Rock Arons Rod Sarah the Virgine Mary Ierichos walls Gedeons Fleece Sampson Dauid and Goliah Eliah Gods â—parition to Eliah on mount Hâ—reb Eliahs assumption The third Decad. Elisha's pot of Salt and mâ—ale Moyses his rod The Sunamiâ—es Sonne The Wise men and Starre The touching of Christs garment The good Samaritane The lost Sheepe The Prodigall Christs Coate parted Ghrists side pearced Christ and Mary speaking togeathâ—r The commendations of the priuate Countrey life THE FIRST DECAD I. The Riuer of Paradise THis Garden was refresh'd with that sweet Riuer Which out of Eden sprang and which did seuer His Azure channell iâ— foure christall streames Which haue from diuers Authors diuers names This Garden is the Church of Christ and Hee The Riuer is which watereth euery tree Full of spirituall waters full of graces And doth diuide these â—treames into all places From two maine springs this riuer doth proceed As God from God as man from womans seed O Well of Life pure Riuer water mee With grace that I may proue a fruitfull tree II. Christ and Adam compared THe Woman out of Adams side was formed So was the Church out of Christs sid reformâ—d Adam did loose a ribbe but Christ his blood Hee in a Garden Christ on a Crosse of wood They both were cast vnto a heauy traunce Mans side was op'ned so â—hrists but with a Lance. The Church did cause Christs bitter death Passion As Eua was the cause of mans transgresâ—ion But by a tree man frâ—m his honour fell Christ by a tree hath daunted death and hell My soule Lord is thy wife for thou did'st take her Out of thy side then doe not now forsake her Flesh of thy flesh sheâ— is bone of thy bone Thou art her Husband leaue her not alone III. Noahs Doue NOah the doue out of the Arke let fâ—y To sâ—e if that the waters still were â—igâ— But â—hee could finde no resting â—or her â—â—ete Because the earth was yet wiâ—h waters weate With weaâ—y wings shee flutters in the aâ—re Then to the Arke againe makes heâ— repaire God sâ—nt his onely Sonne of his meere loue Out of the Arke of Heauen this is the Doue That brought the oliue branch the siâ—ne of Peace And caus'd the waters of Gods wrath to cease O Loâ—d my soule like Noah weary Doue Can finde no râ—st but in thine Arke aboue TheÌ„since she lâ—athes the world wheÌ„ thou thinks best Stretch out thine hand take hir to thy rest IIII. Noahs Drunkennesse AFter the Floud Noah was greeu'd and sorry To see the earth spoyld of her former glory He plants a vineyard and with wine refâ—esh'd His heart which was with so much greefe oppresâ—'d But being drunk he fell a sleepe theÌ„ Cham Vncouer'd in the Tâ—nt his Fathers shame Noah perceiued that he was made naked And cursed Cham as soone as he awaked But blâ—ssed Sem and Iapheth who did hide His shame which Cham tooke pleasure to deride When sin had spoyl'd the world God seâ—t his Son To plant vnto himselfe a Church whicâ— done He dranke the red wine of his Fâ—thers wraâ—h Then sleep'd on the crosse gaue vp his brâ—ath The Iewes his wicked Sons did laugh and scorne To see his body naked wounded torne But godly Ioseph greeued at this sight Came straight to Pilat when it was nigh night And beg'd his corps and as it was most meete Wash't and wrapt it in a linnen Sheete But when he did awake he blessed those That honour'd him and cursed all his foâ—s This bitter Cup Lord could not passe from thee But thou wast forc'd to drinke it vp for mee Iniquity like water is drunke vp And Kings are drunke with Babels poys'ned Cup. The Church is drunke with gall and wormewood thou hast made proud Rome to drinke her blood But now Lord bring her vnto thy Wine seller Stay her with Flagons and with new wine fill her Giue her of thy best graces a good measure And let Rome drinke the dreggs of thy displeasure V. Isaac offered vp ABram vpon the Mount with his owne hands Must kill his only Son so God commands Isaac did carry wood the fire is made The Child is bound and on the Altar laid Abram pulls out the kâ—iffe and lifts his arme To giue the blow yet Isaac had no harme For Abrams good intention was accepted And by Gods voice the blow was intercepted In stead of Isaac Abram kills a Ram Caught in a bush but knew not whence it came Iesus Gods onely Sonne vpon a Hill Must suffer death such was his Fathers will He bore the crosse as Isaac bore the wood And did bedew this Altar with his blood As God he could not die as man he suffred This is the Ram which was for Isaac offred The Ram was slaine and burned in the fire So Christ as man was scorched with Gods Ire The same God that from death did Isaac saue Did also raise Christ Iesus from the graue ô thou whose sacred head with thorns was croun'd As Abrams Ram amongst the thornes was found My heart is barren as the briar or thorne Make her
they laugh and iesâ— Lord shake the pillars of this house and burie These wicked sinnes in thy iust wrath and furie VII Dauid and Goliah WHen none of all the people durst encounter With great Goliah Dauid did aduenture Though younger though a Sheepheard though in stature But little and effeminate in feature Though Eliab dehorts him yet he feares not And for the greatnesse of Goliah cares not Thither he came by Iesses owne direction And was assured of the Lords protection Before he kill'd a Lyon and a Beare Then why should he that boasting Giant feare Sauls Armour and his Raimeut he refuseth And fiue smooth stones out of the brooke he chuseth Then runs vnto the Campe and with his sling A Stone against the Philistine did fling With which he smote the Giant in the head Who with that blow fainted and fell downe dead Thus little Dauid without sword or speare Did kill the Giant as he did the Beare Christ by his Fathers will came downe to see His Brethren which lay long in Misery Vnder the fearefull slauery of the Deuill And kâ—ew not who would free them from the euill Till Christ the Sheepe-heard and that little one By his Almighty power and with a Stone Had kill'd the Giant and had set vs free And by his death had slaine death on the tree Death was the Giants Sword but Christ indead Hath with this Sword cut of the Giants head The Iewes our elder Brethren were right sorry That Christ by death should get vs life and glory What is there done â— Iew was ther not cause That Christ by death should saue vs from deaths iawes O Sonne of Dauid Satan's in the fielde Armed against my soule with speare and sheeld Shee 's almost brought to desperation So greeuous Lord is her tentation Come downe and helpe her then thou art her brother You both haue but one father one mother Knocke downe this boasting Gyant to the ground Pull out thy sling giue him his deadly wound Cut off his head and let him rise no more To vexe my soule as he hath done before Then shall my soule acknowledge thee her King If thou will kill the Gyant with thy sling And shee shall praise thee as it is most meete For thou can tread downe Satan vnder feet VIII Eliah ELiah from his Queene and Countrey fled And was by Rauens in the Desart fed To God vpon mount Horeb he complain'd Of all his wrongs which there he had sustain'd To the Sidonian widow God did send him And from his raging foes did still defend him He raisd the Widdowes sonn increasd her meale And killd the Priests of Baal in his zeale By his vncessant prayer he did optaine From God for three yeares space and six monthes raine He built an Altar vpon Carmel hill And to the Lord a Bullock there did kill Fire on the Beast fire on his Foes descended And he on wheeles of fire to heauen ascended Christ the great Prophet did reâ—â—ct the lewes His Country men because they did refuse To hearken to his voyce from them he fled Vnto the Gentiles and by them was fed These were at first blacks as the Rauen or Crow But now by grace they are made white as snow The widowes house Christs church doth represent To which this great Prophet for harbour went Her children all were dead but he reuiues them And with encrease of graces still releeues them Three yeares and six moneths hee did preach with pain His words fell on the Iews lâ—ke drops of rain He by his mighty word false Prophets slew All heathnish Priests and rites he ouerthrew The worke of pure redemption being ended On white bright cloudes our Lord to heau'n ascended I am a Widow Lord I am alone Come make my soule thy habitation Encrease my meale and oyle O Lord encrease My faith and loue to thee grant me thy grace Reuiue my Son my works are dead I know Then raise them vp that they may liue and grow Pray to thy Father Lord that he may powre Vpon my barren heart a heauenly â—howre Cut off false Priests send fire froÌ„ heauen O Christ And burne my sinnes I humbly thee request IX Gods aparition to Eliah on Mount Horeb. ELiah on Mount Horeb could not finde The Lord in fire earthquake whirlewinde But in a soft and still voyce him did heare And then to God with reuerence drew neere Thy Spirit Lord dwels not in violence Thou dwells in mercy mildnesse innocence Lord make me milde take from me strife malice Then dwell in me my soule shall be thy Palace X. Eliahs assumption FIrie Eliah in fire and whirlewinde Went vp to heauen but left his cloake beâ—inde So Christ our Lord ascended vp on high But left behinde him his mortality Lord let my soule on firie wheeles of loue And whirlewinde of zeale still mount aboue Teach me to shake off care of worldly things For that 's the cloake which still about me hangs The Third Decade I. Elisha's pot of Salt and Meale Moses his Rodde THe bitter waters and the barren ground Were by Elisha's Salt made sweet and sound So did the same Elisha strangely heale The noysome Pottadge with a little meale So Moses sometimes with a piece of wood Did Marahs waters sweeten and make good O Lord this Wood this Salt this little Flowre Doe shew that thou can bring sweet on t of sowre This Wood did sweeten Marah So that Tree On which thou diedst hath giuen life to me Lord season my afflictions heale my fault Either with sweet or sowre with meale or salt II. The Sunamites Sonne GEhazi from the Mount came downe apace And laid the Staffe vpon the Infants face But that could not restore to life againe The Childe therefore Elisha must be faine To come who ouer the Childe himselfe extends And ioynes his mouth to mouth hands to hands Then presently the Childe began to sneeze And on the Prophet lifted vp his eyes The world was dead in sinne but thou O God Didst send the Prophets with the Word thy Rod. But they could not to the dead Childe restore Spirituall life thou camst thy selfe therefore Thou kiss'd vs thou assum'd our stape and feature Thou did enjoyne thy selfe to our base nature Lord ioyne thy hands to mine ioyne eyes to eyes And mouth to mouth that I from sin may rise Neither the staffes nor seruant can giue breath To my dead soule but thou by thy sweet death III. The Wise Men and Starre THree wisemen came to Bethlem from a farre They were conducted thither by a Starre To Christ Frankincence Myth and Gold they bring To shew he was both God and Man and King The Gentiles once farre off do now begin To draw nâ—ere to the Church and to come in The Church is Bethlâ—m or the house of bread Where Christ the Bread of life is borne indeed This Starre shin'd all the way that these men came But did not shine
vpon Ierusalem The Gentiles saw it though thy dwelt so farre Yet Iacobs Sons could not see Iacobs Starre O wretched Ieweâ— you haue beene euer blind You groope at noone yet Christ you cannot finde On you he shin'd and you could not perceiue him Yet strangers whom he knew not did râ—ceiue him Lord bring me vnto Bethlem and protect me And with thy word as with a Starre direct me Sweete Babe accept the gifts which here I offer To thee out of my heart my choisest coffer Not gold but loue not incense but good actions Not Myrrh but all my mortified affections IIII. The touching of Christs garment Thousands did press on Christ both poore rich But onely one poore woman did him touch Her touch was faithfull but the peoples pressing Was carnall therefore they recâ—iu'd no blessing Shee by the faithfull touching of Christs garment Was cured of her twelue yeares griefe torment The faithlesse Papists in their carnall masse Touch not Christs hem but rudely on him presse Faith faith is it which only doth him please Lord grant me faith and then I shall haue ease For till I touch till to my soule thou say Be of good cheere my griefe will not away V. The good Samaritane THe Priest and Leuite did not helpe the man Whom theeues did wound but the Samaritan Who powred in his wounds soft oyle and wine Doe thou the like sweet Iesus now to mine Spirituall theeues my mortall sinnes haue hurt me Then with thy grace and mercy Lord support me For men and Angels neither will nor can Cure me but thou O sweet Samaritan Powre in my wounds the oyle of thy good Spirit And wash them in the new wine of thy merit Then binde them vp with loue and bare my sinne Vpon thy flesh then bring me to the Inne I meane thy Church speak to the hoasts thy preachers That they will be my comforters and teachers Till thou returne againe for then I know That thou wilt pay the debts which I doe owe. VI. The lost Sheepe THe man that hath a hundreth Sheepe forsakes Ninety and nine to seeke out one that lakes And goeth after still vntill he findes That sheepe and then reioyceth with his friends Christ left his Angels and without delay Sought out mankinde that had gone long astray And findes him out the same dâ—y of his birth Which caus'd in heauen earth great ioy mirth Old Simeon and Ann and Mary sung And heauens bright roofe with songs of Angels â—ung Sweet Shepheard of my soule I humbly pray Seeke out thy sheepe for shee is gone astray Anst bare her on thy shoulders as sometimes Thou did thy crosse bare all her sinnes and crimes And through the dangers of this life conduct her Be thou her food and with thy word instruct her Then bring her home when she is come thither Call all thy Saints and Angels straight together They are thy friends make them reioyce and sing All Halleluiah to their Lord and King Who sought me vp down with griefe and paine And did at last finde his lost sheepe againe VII The Prodigall HAuing spent all and being in great want His former course of life he did recant Home he returnes and his fault confesseth His father meetes him and his sonne embraceth The best robe was brought forth at his command Shooes for his feete a gold ring for his hand Then sent for musick and caus'd kill the Calfe Which made the elder brother fret and chafe The Iewes did murmur at the Gentiles calling Therefore the Gentiles rising was their falling My soule hath left his natiue soile and liues Here in a strange place full of whores and theeues To spend his heauenly portion they bewitch him With which sometime his Father did enrich him Loâ— all is spent and now he 's forc'd to serue Vnder a Marchant where he 's like to starue Satan I meane who feeds him with his swine Whose cheere was wont to be oyle milke wine For all the dainties of this world are But husks with Gods chiefe blessings to compare My soule then being in this wofull case Begins to call to minde his wonted grace His fathers house his cheere his wealth treasure His hired seruants with their ease and pleasure Sweet Father loe thy prodigall returnes Naked and torne marke how he sobs mournes He doth confesse thâ— faults that he hath done That he 's vnworthy to be call'd thy Sonne He hath offended heauen and thee yet make him Thy seruant Lord and doe not now forsake him Meete and preuent him with preuenting grace And by a kisse make him enioy thy face Cloath him with thy best robe of innocence And giue him shooâ—s to runne with patience His race Put on a Ring and make him free From â—inne and death and Satans tyrannie Then set him downe and lâ—t his soule be fill'd With that fat Calfe which for his sins was kill'd Come in O brother Iew doe not disdaine My soule once dead but now aliue againe VIII Christs Coat parted O Thou whose life the wicked Iewes derided Whose seamlesse Coat by Souldiers was deuided Thy church was once a coat without a seame But now she is deuided to our shame So is that coat of perfect holinesse Which thou lent me to cloath my nakednesse My cruell sinnes to my great griefe and scorne From my poore soule this blessed coat haue torne And now to me it is both shame and torment To see my naked soule without this garment Figge leaues of merits will not hide my sinnes Nor yet that coat which Adam had of skinnes But I am counsell'd by the Church my mother To put on thy faire cloathes deere elder brother That I may in thy name and cloathes and sauour Receiue my Fathers blessing and his fauour IX Christs side pearced O Lord thy heart was pearced with a Lance It was for mine but not for thine offence Pearce then my heart with sorrow for my sin And bath it in the blood which thence did spin For here is Iacobs Well there flowes from hence These waters which can wash my conscience Here is the doore of life and heauens high way Then let me enter Lord while it is day And suffer me with Thomas for to hide My sinfull hand within thy wounded â—ide X. Christ and Mary speaking together C. Touch me not Mary M. Why dear Iesus why C. I am not yet ascended vp on high Thou comes to touch me with thy carnall hand It is not hands but faith that I demand But now thou art ascended thou art gone To sit with God thy Father in his Throne â— Permit me then by faith O Iesus sweet To touch and kisse thy wounded hands and feet The commendations of the priuate Country Life O Hills and dales woods groues and christall springs The best delight of transitory things I more esteeme your Tempe shades and flowers TheÌ„ Princes Courts proud townes lofty towres Heere may the minde talke freely with her Maker Shee needes no helpe of Priest or Romish baker To bake or make him of a piece of bread His body is in Heauen so saith our Creede His spirit euery where that may be seene In euery bush in euery medow greene Here may the minde with admiration Contemplate euery constellation That Heauenly hoste of Starres theire restlesse motion There light and might vpon the Earth and Ocean And higher yet she soares with faiths swift wings Aboue all Heauens vnto the King of Kings Shee heares not Trumpets sound nor Cannons roare Shee feares not Neptune beating on the shoare For those the birds in Parti-coulerd cotes Sound in her eares variety of notes She scornes the Courtiers life his sweete perfumes He clâ—tâ—es his curled hayre his shaking plumes To see the medowes spring the Riuers glide Doe more delight her then their painted pride Shee needes not walls and forts for her defence But shades of trees and peace of conscience Heere is not to be found that misery Which raignes in Citties I meane Vsery No enuy heere no wrongs no vanity No treason slander pride nor flattery But innocence truth and a quiet life Are found in woods in Citties care and strife Sound bodies men haue here contented minds Which seldome in great Citties any findes Heere no corruption doth infect the aire Men are content with vnbought simple fare With many sinnes great Citties still are tainted With many cares rich Marchants are tormented But here the harmelesse carelesse merry Swaine Sits singing whistling piping on his cane By day he leades and guides his silent sheepe By night no cares disturbs his quiet sleepe Thus liu'd our Fathers in the golden age They spent in woods and caues their pilgrimage FINIS Gen. 2. Gen. 2. Gen. 8. Gen. 9. Gen. 22 Gen. 25. Gen. 28. Gen. 32. Exod. 3. Exod 1â— Exod. 16 Exod. 17. Num. 17 Gen. 21. Luk. 1. Iosuah 6 Iudg. 6. Iudg. 14.15 16. 1 Sam. 17 1 Kings 17.18 19 1 Reg. 19 2 Reg. 2 â— Kings â— and 4. â— â—xod 15 2. King 4 Mat. 2. Luke 10. Luke 15. Luke 15. Iohn 19. Iohn 19. Iohâ— 2â—