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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81112	Euchodia. Or, A prayer-song; being sacred poems on the history of the birth and passion of our blessed Saviour, and several other choice texts of Scripture. In two parts. / By Daniel Cudmore, Gent.	Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.	1655 (1655)	Wing C7460; Thomason E1606_2; Thomason E1498_2; ESTC R208455	38,700	131

Ere night Sun-burnt so bright As thou by suff'ring neer The righteous Phoebus here Thus grew'st acquainted Thus Sainted He of thy shame partook thou of his glory Blest change beyond conceit or story Thy Cross each wise Invention Stiles thy Ascention 5. Laverna now No longer hath thy vow But he alone hath thy belief Whose inn'cence suffers with thee as a Thief This craft He thee hath taught To rob hell of her aim Though Death not of her claim Not to redeem esteem For thou giv'st Christ the praise thy self the shame Though Dismas doth blaspheme his name And ev'n in death pants His wicked taunts 6. Peace Satan's martyr Though Christ nor law nor charter Hath broke the Scriptures have not slumber'd Which have foretold that Christ must thus be number'd But if Th' hadst been no Thief Christ had t' appease their pride With Barabbas thus di'd In equipage Of rage But now thy theft 's in grain thou dost contract Blood to 't while thou approv'st their act And while thou shouldst condole Dost vex his soul 7. Didst never read Good thief lift up thy head With th' eye of faith look and condole The Brazen Serpent on you cursed pole The grief Thou wert a Thief Did wound his soul more fierce Then nail or spear can pierce How for thy deeds He bleeds His bloody sweat sweat through each gracious pore Claims but unfeigned tears no more His giving up the ghost But sighs at most 8. Thy Scripture's Lord Thy gracious Record That shining light which through the dark Directs us in our race unto that mark But this Thy passage is A circumstance more ample For precept then example We finde this one Alone Whose late repentance Christ in death vouchsaf'd Although thy wisdom hath me taught This Scene not to prorogue Till th' Epilogue On the Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Cnrist Matth. 28. 5 And the angel answered and said to the woman Fear not for I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified 6 He is not here for he is risen as he said Come see the place where the Lord lay 1. ARise my active soul and run Keep measure with you dancing Sun Who seems as weary of his Sphere As thou to be confined here Look how his sprightly beams do spark So David danc'd before the Ark. How he descends his Chariot he in this Worships Christ's rising as the Persian his 2. But why doth Phoebus mount his head So soon up from Aurora 's bed The tother night when we my soul Our Saviour 's Passion did condole The frighted Sun forsook our clime Two hours before his wonted time And therefore now the sooner gilds the heaven By two hours time to make his course up even 3. But how rid Satan and his Legions In triumph th'row th' infernal Regions The Sp'rits which Christ out-cast did come With Songs of triumph on his Tomb All mankinde was proscrib'd whom death Did in conceit to hell bequeath Oh how death gloried that all now was safe And hell in triumph wrote his Epitaph 4. How did the Devil Man upbraid That Christ so weakly was betraid And he who took not Angels seed But Abraham's fail'd in the deed And by that seed spurn'd to his grave Whom he in mercy came to save That now the God of life was dead this mirth Had balm to cure the wounds made by his birth 5. But Satan at the third days dawn Christ now hath re-assum'd his pawn Thoughtst thou on his t' insult as once Thou proudly didst for Moses bones Thy two days triumph 's like the story Of the Persian pris'ners glory So thought the Gazites Samson safe till day When he arose and bore the gates away 6. Descend damn'd sp'rits as you began Howl on The death of great God Pan At this Christ's conquest we may call Your ruine Satans second fall Come King of terrours yeeld thy trophies On Heroes Souldiers and Sophies Unto our Saviour for thou art undone Thy Triumph 's but an empty Skeleton 7. My soul that Christ was born nay di'd Did not so much quench Satan 's pride But when he rose this blessed morn Hell was confounded Death forlorn Were 't not for what this day brings forth The rest had lost that solemn worth Hence on this day let no foul spirit dare T' ascend the Regions of our earth or air 8. Lord as by thine I am assur'd My bodies rise shall be procur'd So let my soul feel 't here begin Her resurrection too from sin Lord 't is too much she 's thus confin'd But is she buried in this kinde Oh raise her up if thus thou please to do My heart my bodies Sun shall triumph too On the Ascension of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ Psal 24. 8. Lift up your heads O ye gates and be ye lift up ye everlasting doors and the King of glory shall come in 9. Who is the King of glory even the Lord of hosts he is the King of glory 1. YE blest immortals Divide your glorious portals Who not dilates The everlasting gates While that the King of glory mounts his throne Though by his own Here nor receiv'd nor known We rather worry The blessed Lamb of glory Your Wisdom knows him God's eternal Son 2. His work is ended Nought partial or suspended Blest Angels too He purchas'd hath for you A nature fix'd which seem'd before unfinish'd And of a worm Though here he took the form It since he di'd Is so much glorifi'd His Godhead 's neither clouded nor diminish'd 3. 'T is now no Shrine T' his Godhead more divine His glorious flesh He needs not now refresh With food or rest from hunger or from labour And if he here Shone on the mount so clear As if the Sun With rays his coat had spun How brighter shines he now than on mount Tabor 5. Since Christ so clear Shines in his Manhood's Sphere That at its graces Ye Angels hide your faces See in the Trinities transparent myrrour How he 's instal'd And in his robes impall'd How he 's renown'd And by his Father crown'd With gracious Majestie and awful terrour 5. At his return The Pearlie gates do burn Jerusalem Shines with each kinde of Gem The new Jerusalem with glory burnisht Nought here is built With superficial gilt But all in gold The Citie is inrol'd All thus against his blest Ascention furnisht 6. Of Precious stones Are her foundations Her Pearlie streets Do brandish beaming sheets Reflecting from the Lamb 's most glorious face Here 's constant noon No need of Sun or Moon Our glim'ring Globe Deck'd in his azur'd robe Here an Eclipse were to the lowest Grace 7. How are we blest That have so sweet a rest Got by the care Of such a Harbinger Who all things can command all consummate The way to heaven He hath made plain and even And what with thorns Was choak'd his grace adorns With rose-beds makes wide heav'ns narrow gate 8. As Olivet Some say retains as yet Thy foot

share mayst plead Th' art member'd to a far more glorious Head 8. Good God! how are we honour'd that as John Fore-ran to fit Christ's way before his face Ev'n so our Saviour thy blessed Son Prepares our way and fits our resting place O let 's succeed where we shall be no other Then joynt-heirs with thy Son our elder brother On the woman of Canaan Matth. 25. 28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her O woman great is thy faith be it unto thee even as thou wilt And her daughter was made whole from that very hour 1. GOod-woman who couldst thus not only brook A stern disdainful look But the disciples wrath who held thy suit Some clamorous pursuit As who would give no answer to a Cur But with a staff or spur Nay though that Christ retorted thy Lord help With no relief but Whelp And whom thou hop'dst thy Advocate we read Did thus against thee plead How heldst thou his denials of thy want A prologue to a grant As if repulse were the propos'd condition To faith before admission How by thy constancie was he esteem'd Then most propitious when he farthest seem'd 2. When he seem'd deaf how thy importun'd prayer To musick tun'd the ayr And with ingeminated violence Monopoliz'd his sence And when he seem'd to thee no less then dumb How for thy faithful crumb He having with his bread supply'd thy cause Dismiss'd thee with applause Denials made not thy affections froward Nor yet thy zeal a coward Thy quick-ey'd faith smiles through his frowns did view And through his wrath love knew It through his threats an invitation saw Which by repulse did draw And in the sharp reproaches he avouch'd Discern'd a welcome couch'd Let others hope of Force and boast of Fortune When they shall fail I gain when I importune 3. But how is Christ but now so much estranged Now all to mercy changed And thou at first a dog art now inrol'd One of his flock and fold For Faith 's the mark by which his sheep are known And such said he 's thine own Ev'n so wise Ioseph held the ten for Spies Though brethren in his eyes And Benjamin whom he reputed chief Pursu'd was for a thief But when he was disclos'd each threat of his Is changed to a kiss And for his late experimental check Wept on his brothers neck So as we ought to fear God's hand that savours Of peace and such-like favours So ought we not despair God oft doth frown And seems then strange when he intends to crown 4. Lord what she here would for her daughter have I for my sister crave I for my soul and she the better I Doth for her body vie That thou wouldst dispossess my haunted twins Of legions of sins Which though perhaps not devils yet the spawns Which here their father pawns I 'll not pray If thou canst for Lord I know it I know well thou canst do it Although with him I 'll pray with tears and grief Lord help my unbelief Come purge thy Temple let it not thus stink Like to a noysom sink Lord if thou wilt not hear me I will force Thy mercy for remorse The unjust judge at length did hear her sute Why then 's the Iudge of all the world so mute On the man heal'd at the pool of Bethesda John 5. 5 And a certain man was there who had an infirmity thirty eight yeers 6 When Jesus saw him lie and knew that he had been now a long time in that case he saith unto him Wilt thou be made whole 7 The impotent man answered him Sir I have no man when the water is troubled to put me into the pool but while I am coming another steppeth down before me 8 Jesus saith unto him Arise take up thy bed and walk 9 And immediately the man was made whole and took up his bed and walked 1. AS one long wind-bound in the Cape of hope Until his gales Kinde Aeolus exhales Bans the too faithful Cable-rope And th' Anchors which of Hope true emblems are To him occasion matter of despair 2. So lay thy patience at Bethesda's pool The soul so waits Till death-divorcing straits Shall waft her hence So in a School A full-ag'd youth more ripe then rich waits long Till wafted thence to th' Academick throng 3. The Tyde did serve thee often to thy will By th' Angel mov'd Not by the Moon improv'd But gales of Love were wanting still To launch thee forth So far from Shore or Tyde I 've seen a ship lie on her useless side 4. But who would not than thee much longer wait If thus assur'd By Christ he should be cur'd And count all Physick but deceit The vertue of this pool's not worth thy strife Compar'd with Christ the Well and Well of life 5. Oh who with Lazarus would not sustain The pangs of death Ev'n to their utmost breath So by Christ to be rais'd again Much more with thee who would not wait a time With faithful patience to be heal'd by him 6. Lord thus I well remember when infected Expecting still Aid from the Doctor 's still Which yet in vain I long expected Yet evermore some passage intervenes And robs me of my hope of outward means 8. While thus I lay like an exposed elf While death upbraids My hope of future aids My best Physician came himself Thus if thou come let other Doctors stay And I will fee them after for delay 9. Lord when my heart 's thus troubled by thy Spirit Thy South nor North Can hardly launch me forth Neither thy love nor wrath can stir it I 'm anchor'd to the world but call the rocks They 'll come but I stick fast in leaden socks On the Prodigal Luke 15. 20 And he arose and came to his father and when he was yet a great way off his father saw him and had compassion and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him 21. And the son said unto him Father I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight and am no more worthy to be called thy son 1. FOol-hardy Prodigal what couldst not brook The disc'pline of thy father's house But wander'dst like the errant spouse Ev'n as a sheep that hath her fold forsook Among the vagrant goats to brouze From the tuition of her shepherds crook VVhen in a ragged fleece Each briar having snatch'd a peece He 's found and welcom'd as his Child or Neece 2. Thus didst thou rove rome thus wert thou errant Thus didst thou from thy Father range And leftst his Palace from some grange Thus thou embrac'dst a stranger for thy Parent Thy Native Land leftst for one strange Till Death arrests thee with a meagre warrant No Confessor or Flamine So can reduce check or examine Like th' Inquisition of exacting famine 3. Thy wine is turn'd to tears thy robes to rags Thy Father did not get thy Portion By griping us'ry or extortion That 's not the cause th' hast lavisht out thy bags Yet he

The world 's no less Than a vast wilderness Whence if heav'ns guides lead us not home Officious hell will seem to lend us some His fiery pillar of false joy he grants His cloudy one of Ignorance But to these who confides To be his guides Is straightway swallow'd in some dang'rous gulf Or prey'd by sin as by some bear or wolf 3. Who look well in 't The world 's a Labyrinth At each whose Maze who ever touch'd But found that damned Minotaur lay couch'd Who takes each yeelding for a firm contract And proudly will each grace exact Till he have all deflowr'd And all devour'd Let not thy Theseus Lord be too remiss My soul my Ariadne shall be his 4. Is then each path All thus scatter'd with wrath We hop'd amongst the Jewish scorns Christ from these ways had fetch'd his crown of thorns And from these Turn-pikes and these armed Rails Had daign'd to take his Cross and Nails And hence had fetch'd that dart Which pierc'd his heart And triumph'd had in conquest of these spoils And purg'd his high-way of these snares and toils 5. W' are not withstood By easie flesh and blood But Satan with our weakness wrestles The Prince of th' air which in our Region nestles Nay we with these like Gibellines and Guelves Do side and fight against our selves Fraud's Convoy and Deceit Th' Inne where we bait Though Christ have bought us heaven without doubt We both must sue for it and fight it out 6. No Saint nor Martyr Can boast of other Charter All at this Cross have Inn'd as well As Christ that went that way to heav'n by hell Vertue 's a narrow mean betwixt two Vices On each hand are deep precipices Let 's take if guide we lack That bloody track Which issu'd from that blessed Roe's five wounds When pierc'd and pursu'd by the Jewish hounds 7. It can't be wav'd The righteous scarce are sav'd Shall not the wicked then be swallow'd Up in the mire wherein they thus have wallow'd If trouble ever do attend on grace Shall peace wait on a wicked case If scarce be sav'd the just Shall pride and lust If thus the case stood with that verdant tree How shall the stubble and the chaff go free 8. In sack and down All thoughts of hell they drown Ev'n so th' Hart ends the controversie When he pursu'd flies to the Hunter 's mercy Ev'n so the Sparrow by the Falcon chas'd Did to the Stoick's bosome haste Each path with pleasure 's pav'd With beauty grav'd Until that footing fails them ere they think Oh then how quickly into hell they sink Grief for not grieving Psal 126. 6 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy 7 He that now goeth on his way weeping and beareth forth good seed shall doubtless come again with joy and bring his sheaves with him 1. IF ever any thing be heard or seen That might provoke or raise my jocund spleen How could I wish my lungs were made of buff For clasps to hold me till I 've laugh'd enough But godly grief cannot one tear extort As if my senses all were made for sport 2. Have I sustain'd a trivial loss how apt My active senses are for to be rapt To th' highest strain of passion I can gloss Heav'n never could impose a greater cross My floodgate-sense can stand wide ope at those But godly grief 's against the stream they close 3. If that I hear Death's universal doom Hath on my friend to execution come Methinks then had I at his funeral All Argus eyes I could supply them all But when one tells me what a Lethargie Hath seiz'd my soul I can nor moan nor cry 4. If little bigger then an atome fall Into my eye it smarts though ne'er so small But what 's an atome to a mountain such Like sins I bear yet start not half so much Why have I not within through conscience A sense of pain as outward pain of sense 5. If that the clouds some foggie mists have suck'd They 'll show'r them back what can their course obstruct The Moon by tides doth purg the frothy main The poison'd Spring doth clear it self again Yet I'm sin-tainted and what motions urge me Unto repentance that should clear and purge me 6. Were I to live the old Methus'lem 's yeers A living Conduit of incessant tears I could not vie a tear for ev'ry sin So vain and foolish all my youth hath bin Yet th' earth to bear our villanies may groan But I am dead and sensless of mine own 7. My Conscience Lord though I it light esteem Doth with a secret issue closely teem Oh let her pregnant womb be now disclosed Till that disease or age have incomposed My sense I now should court it as my friend Which then perhaps may prove my foe i'th'end 8. Lord wound me or I die for I although My case be deadly am not sick enough O let me know I 'm taken in Death's jaw Till I am quite digested in her maw For if any Conscience like a Lethargie Stir not till th' hour of death I sadly die Ephes 4. 30 Grieve not the holy Spirit of God whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption 1. GRieve not the Spirit can it be believ'd The Spirit can be griev'd Thought we God void of passion could be vext Except we saw this text When Christ indeed was heres in flesh confin'd He wept and griev'd we finde But thought we that a Dove which hath no gall Could once be griev'd at all Oh I should groan 't not measur 't in an Ode Sin grieves the holy Spirit of my God 2. Who would resist that sacred Dove that pecks The conscience with checks Who would resist that Dove that helps to grone In an accepted tone Who would resist that Dove whose harmless beak Instructs us how to speak Who would resist that Dove whose in'cent feet Shew to walk as is meet Let not this Dove back to the Ark and grieve That we on earth will none of him receive 3. Here let him bring his Olive-leaf and rest And nestle in our brest O! never let us at his gracious billing Once shew our selves unwilling Until we new begotten are and breed Through his eternal seed O! let us never hence resist this Dove This blessed Bird of love This Dove at Mahomets ear never bill'd Though so he faign the Alcharon instill'd 4. Think we because some say Doves have no gall God's vengeance feign'd at all That we thus with his Spirit dare to dally As with our Friend or Ally Such wanton cruelty to Christ we dealt When he among us dwelt Such entertainment he whiles here receiv'd When he among us griev'd VVe could him to no other Inne bequeath But to his Grave and to no Hoast but Death 5. But let not sin usurp us but the Spirit His right in us inherit And since he made the heart let none abridge Him of that priviledge O let not sin be Porter still which mocks