Olympus This day borne is a babe his name is called Iesus Only Reconcyler Mediator mighty Redeemer Only the salue to the sick and pardon free to the synner And take this for a signe this babe is a sleepe in a manger Wrapt in swadlyng cloaths sweete sowle and cast in a corner Eu'n as he spake these woords many thousands sweetly resounding Immortall spyrites coelestial harmony making Sang and praysed God lyfting theyr voyce to the heauen For this ioyfull byrth this blessed babe of a mayden Glory to God most high good will to man and to his of-spring Peace to the earth itself and all that on earth is abyding Seelly Shepherds ran downe to behould theyr only redeemer And found all to betrue and sawe Christe layd in a manger Then they praysed God most chereful company keeping And gaue lawd to the Lord that gracius harmony making Glory to God most high good will to man and to his of-spring Peace to the earth itself and all that on earth is abyding Soe that on euery syde this glorius eccho resounded Glory to God most high which man-kynde freely redeemed Freely redeem'd man-kynde yet man-kynde dearely redeemed In that his owne deare sonne for man was freely delyu'red O blessed byrth day ô starts most luckyly shynyng O first day of ioy and last of anoy to the of-spring Of sinfull man-kynde ô greate compassion endles O loue still fayntles pyty peareles Charyty matchles God that ruleth aboue in royall throane of Olympus Sent his blessed Babe and only begotten among vs And fro the bowre of blisse did abase him downe to the manger For to reconcile vs lost sheepe that wandred in error Noemans tong can tell nor noemans hart can imagin That th'aeternall God should thus take flesh of a Virgin Christe that in heauen sate with God most mighty coaequall From the beginning crownd with grace and glory supernall This God's made to be man this King is come from the scepter This Christe is swadled this Lord is laid in a manger Christe whoe fils each place ô Christe how are wee beholding Christe whome noe-place holds in soe small place is abiding Christe noe-way-conteind Christ first last Christ the Creator Infinit euery way is now conteynd of a creture Christe noe-where-enclosd Christe ender Christe the beginner Euery-where noe-where is now enclosd in a corner And all this for man soe that where sin was abounding Grace did abound much more as man was cause of a falling Man was a raiser againe as man made deadly beginning Soe true God true man did make most gracius ending Adam sinned first and brought in death to reward it Christe by death kild death and gaue his life to remoue it Adam lost Paradise where pleasures earthly abyded Christe purchast heauen where treasures greater abounded Serpent wyly beguyld Adam by the meanes of a woeman Serpents head was bruisd by Christe by the meanes of a woeman Aspyring Adam was quite cast downe to the darcknes Humble-minded Christe hath lifted vs vp to the brightnes Of stil lasting light to the ioyful face to the presence Of God there to behold his sacred ineffable essence Sing then friendly Shepherds and lift your voyce to the heauen Glory to God most high for blessed Babe of a Mayden Whom neither Sathan could daunt nor company hellish Nor raging Pharisees nor deaths vnspeakable anguish Who by the crosse by the nayles by the spear by the thorns by the whipping Passed alost to the skies and there in ioy is abyding Whoe by the whipps by the thorns by the speare by the nayles by the crossing Lifted vs vp to the skies with his Angels stil to be dwelling Whoe to be blest was curst whoe gaue himself for a ransome Whoe by the Crosse crost death by death obteynd vs a Kingdome Whose incessant pangs whose grief and agony restles Whose bloody sweate did cause our sinfull soules to be spotles Sing then friendly Shepherds and Angels all be a singing Come fro the Fast you Kings and make acceptable offring Come fro the East by the light of a blessed starre that apeareth And to the King of Iews your footesteps rightly directeth Loe here lyes your Lord bow downe make peaceable offring Gold to the golden Babe of golden time the beginning Franckencense and Myrrhe to be sweete perfumes to the sweetest Chylde that sweete sacrifice acceptable vnto the highest Sweete-smelling sacrifice once offered only for euer For t'appease Gods wrath and his most infynit anger Home to the East you Kings and bring this news to the godly God suffreth for man guyltles condemnd for a guylty Home to the East you Kings and tell this abroade for a wonder Wee haue seene that Babe of a Virgin layd in a manger Home to the East you Kings and shew that mighty resounding Of those sweete Angels coelestial harmony making Tell this abroade for a truth and think that from the beginning Noe such sight to an eye noe such sound came to a hearing Backe to the East you Kings but back by a contrary passage Least ye be partakers of a most vnmerciful outrage And get away Ioseph get away and haste thee to Aegypt Herode seekes thy sonne to be murdred not to be worshipt Merciles Herodes to be sole and only triumphant Seeking one infant wil murder a number of infants Beathlem's red with blood sweets sucklings blood that abounded Beathlem's white with bones babes bones all woefuly scattred Childles mothers mourne and howle with watery countnance All crye out for grief and all crye out for a vengeance Vengeance light on a woolf vengeance and plagues on a tyger Vengeance on this beast vengeance on this bloody butcher And when he thought his throane with firme foelicity grounded And his senseles soule with most security flattred Vengeance lights on a woolf vengeance and plagues on a tyger Vengeance on that beast vengeance on that bloody butcher Lyce did suck his blood which first was cause of a bloodshed Vermyne tore his flesh which babes flesh made to be mangled Soe let such men fare that take a delight to be murdring Christs curse light on his head that Christs flock loues to be spoyling Now come back Ioseph but come not nere bloody Iury Fly fro the butchers broode let Nazzareth only receaue thee There shall thy deare Chylde in yeares and wit be a growing And with guifts of grace with supreame glory abounding Thence shall thy deare Chylde to the Church of God be repairing And doating Doctors and Priests diuinely reprouing Thinck not much therefore if three dayes there hee abyded Father on earth must yeelde whylst Father in heu'n is obeyed And now Iohn that sprang in mothers wombe was a preaching Teaching baptizing and Christs wayes duely preparing When this Iohn Christs head with water duly besprinckled And Christe from Iordan was now but newly remoued Sacred Ghost fro the skies flew downe all louely to Christs head And in forme of a Doue itself there sweetly reposed Then fro the heu'ns these woords with
THE Countesse of Pembrokes Emanuel Conteining the Natiuity Passion Buriall and Resurrection of Christ togeather with certaine Psalmes of Dauid All in English Hexameters By ABRAHAM FRAVNCE Imprinted at London for William Ponsonby dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the signe of the Bishops head 1591. To the right excellent and most Honorable Lady the Lady Mary Countesse of Pembroke MAry the best Mother sends her best Babe to a Mary Lord to a Ladies sight and Christe to a Christian hearing Your Honors most affectionate Abraham Fraunce The Countesse of Pembrokes Emanuel The Natiuity of Christ in ryming Hexameters CHriste euer-lyuing once dying only triumpher Ouer death by death Christe Iesus mighty redeemer Of forelorne mankynde which led captyuyty captiue And made thraldome thrall whose grace and mercy defensiue Mercyles and graceles men sau'd Christe liuely reuiuer Of sowles oppressed with sin Christe louely reporter Of good-spell Gospell Mayds son celestial ofspring Emanuel Man-god Messyas euer abounding With pity perpetuall with pure loue charity liuely This Christe shal be my song and my meditation only O euerlasting aeternall euer-abyding Euer-lyuing Lord O life and stil-pity-taking Stil-quicknyng Spyrite which causedst God to be manly That true-God true-man might soe cause man to be godly Graunt mee a sounding voyce to recount these funeral horrors Which made vs t'enioy those sweete celestial harbors And thou Babe stil-borne borne always from the begynning Whose sweete byrth in skyes causd Angels for to be singing Looke sweete Babe from aboue lend gracius eares to my prayers Soe shall these my lipps this mouth this tong be thy praysers When noe Sunne gaue light noe Moone distinctly apeared And noe twinckling starrs this lightsom Olympus adorned When noe world was made then that most mighty Iehoua That king omnipotent that Lord and only Monarcha Himself did meditate enioyd his glorius essence Glorius aeternall vnspeakable infynit essence Liu'd and lou'd himself himself felicity matchles All through all chief good chief blisse perfection endles But the most good God this simple Trinity blessed This most louing Lord this three-fould Vnity sacred Would haue this goodnes manifest this bounty declared This loue expressed this wondrous mercy reuealed In tyme conuenient therefore this world he created And it a large Theater to behould his glory apoynted Which when he had with store of treasures richly replenisht And with abundant grace causd euery part to be furnisht Man was made at length Adam was lastly created Last woork not least woork Adam was dayntily framed Most perfect creature and like to the mighty Creator Good wise immortall of mankynde onely beginner But prowd ambition but Serpent craftily cloaking With curst bitter-sweete his cankred poyson abounding Adam dispossest of pleasant beautiful harbors Adams hart possest with most vnspeakable horrors Man was mard at length Adam was fowly defaced Last woork and lost woork Adam was filthily fowled Most cursed creature vnlyke to the mighty creator Bad foolish mortall of mankinde only the murdrer Yet that greatest God pitying this fall of a sinner His manyfold mercies did againe most freely remember Gaue new grace to the world and caused his only begotten Only beloued son to be sent vs downe fro the heauen Here to receaue our flesh and here with thorns to be crowned Here to be mockt to be whipt and here at last to be murdred Murdred for mankynde t'appease Gods infinit anger Guyltles for guylefull man synles for man a synner And now that good tyme that ioyfull day was aproaching Which by the liuing Lord was apoynted from the begynning There was a man which came from Dauyds progeny noble Called iust Ioseph but dwelt in a place very simple Nazzareth it was nam'de himself had lately betroathed That most spotles spowse that Mayden Mary renowned Whoe to be Christs mother was a chosen vessel apoynted And by an Angels voyce from God thus friendly saluted Hayle o sacred Nymph of woemens company greatest Blest with abundant grace to the blessed Trynity dearest At these wondrous woords this may de was somwhat abashed And did meruayle much by an Angel strangely saluted Which when Gabriel once perceaued he myldly replyed Feare not blessed Mary beleeue and stand not amased Blessed Mary beleeue thou shalt be a mayd be a mother Iesus thy son shall be a King be a Lord be a ruler Ruler Lord and King almighty without any ending His faythfull subiects with grace and mercy protecting Mary began thus againe Good God this seemeth a woonder How can a mayde conceaue can a may'd vntutcht be a mother Gabryel added againe this thy conception holy Is not a woork of man but Gods operation only Gods dyuine power shall woork this woonder vpon thee And therfore this chylde soe borne is son to the mighty Mighty triumphant Lord this Lords dyuynyty dreadfull Thy cosyn Elisabeth made alsoe for to be fruytfull Which was barren afore therfore geue eare to the Lords heast For there is noething impossible vnto the highest Mary resolu'd in mynde this message firmely beleeued And submytts herself by the Angells woords to be guyded Then soone after that to the hylls of Iury shee hastned And there Elisabeth greate with Chylde sweetly saluted At which chearefull woords from blessed Mary proceeding Elisabeths yong babe this sound very strangely receauing Sprang in wombe for ioy causd Maryes voyce to be sounding Elisabeth to reioyce dumbe Zachary for to be speaking Mary with her kinsfolk three moonth's in Iury remayned And then blessed Nymph to her husband home shee returned Husband iust Ioseph good man whoe thought it a wonder That new wife vnknown vntutcht should now be a mother Vnwilling therfore in publyke place to reproue her Good-natur'd Ioseph meant pryuyly for to renounce her This man thus meanyng in sleepe Gods Angel apeared And with chearefull woords this message fryendly delyured Feare not iust Ioseph thy wife is a mayde is a mother Pure chaste vnspotted feare not therefore to receaue her This babe is Gods Chylde this son coelestial of-spring Lambe of God Gods heyre ordeyned from the begynning For to redeeme lost Sheepe to be mankynds sole mediator For to releeue poore sowles to be mankynds mighty protector Ioseph awak's from sleepe Gods Angel he gladly obeyeth And his matchles mate mayd Mother Mary receaueth In those dayes all warrs and vproares fully repressed Augustus Caesar causd euery man to be taxed Taxed in each mans towne then Ioseph quyckly remoued Vnto the blest Beathleme and brought home Mary beloued Mary beloued he brought whoe there when tyme was apoynted Was mayde was Mother was most dyuynely delyured Bare her first borne Chylde and layd hym downe in a manger Wrapt in swadling cloaths poore bed for want of a better Seelly Shepheards by the night theyr flocks were waryly watching And fro the skyes they sawe strange brightnes mightyly shynyng Downe to the ground they fall but an Angel cheareful apeared And with ioyfull news theyr trembling harts he reuyued Feare not fryendly shepheards for I bring good news from
those babes that dy'de when merciles Herode Seeking one chyldes death many Mothers made to be chyldeles Blessed most blessed chyldren whose tymely departure Parted theyr sweete sowles from such and soemany thowsand Woes who dyed afore they knew what t'was to be synnyng And fro the damnable earth to the highest heau'ns be remoued Lyke to a Lilly before it chaunce by the frost to be nypped They in stead of mouths theyre throates then sweetely did open And for want of woords powr'd foorth theyr blood to the heauen O straunge thing these babes are now with glory triumphing Which yet neuer afore did taste any part of a fighting Theyr yong heads with crownes of Martyrdome be adorned Ere any tender lockes had theyre heads sweetly bedecked Yea theyr feete that on earth were neuer seene to be treading Walk in Olympus now and there in ioy be abiding But Peeters gray heares draw graceles face to the graues-dore Peeters long lyuing makes Peeters sowle to be doating Peeter lyu's yea lyu's to deny his mayster Iësus Lyu's yea lyu's to renounce his lord and mayster Iësus Lyu's and yet forsakes forsweares lyfe-geauer Iësus Christe who might commaund that glorius hoaste of Olympus Those spotles spirites those euer-dutiful angels Sought found and tooke vs from soemany soemany thowsands Vs ragged fishers from soemany soemany thowsands Vs poore poorest sowles of soemany soemany thowsands Yet we alas his loue haue most vnlouely rewarded And this most kinde Christe haue most vnkindly requited Wee most cursed crewe of soemany soemany thowsands Wee woorst vipers broode of soemany soemany thowsands Wee the detestedst twelue of soemany soemany thowsands One with a cursed kisse his deare Lord falsly betrayed Ten fled back for feare when death and danger aproached And I the woorst of twelue yea after soemany greate woords Leaft forsooke forsware Lord Sou'raigne Mayster Iësus Whyl'st poore Peeter thus with mynde extreamely molested With deepe fobbs and sighs with streames of teares that abounded Washed away those spotts and most syncearely repented Mornyng came at last and then those damnable owtcasts That condemned Christe did bring hym bound to be slaughtred bound bruysd and beaten to the Romayne Deputy Pilate Pilate who for a Iudg of lyfe and death was apoynted In meane tyme Iudas possest with desperat horrors Clog'd with a synfull sowle with a dogged deadly repentance Coms with his afterclapps when he see's his mayster Iesus Thus condemnd to the death and runs in a rage to the high Priests Saying Synned I haue that guyltles blood to betray thus Yf thou haue synned say they looke thou to be plagued What care wee for that w'haue kept tutch giu'n thee thy wages That woefull wages drew my destruction onward That graceles guerdon my death vntymely procured That brybe bred my bane Take there your Mammon among you Take back your bloody brybe soe threw theyr syluer among them And flinging headlong enrag'de with an hellish Erynnis Hangd hymself on a tree fit death for treachery faythles His loathed carkas was an ougly detestable obiect Spectacle infamous most fearefull sighte to the people With gutts gushing foorth wyth bowells broken asunder Loe here you Traytors your treasons iustly rewarded Your Mayster Iudas himself hath rightly requyted Your Mayster Iudas dealt soe that now to the worlds end Of that name Iudas each traytor's named a Iudas Euery faythles fryend from that tyme's called a Iudas Marck Peeters weakenes marck Iudas villany fly from Both dead despayring and too much hasty presumyng Peeter started asyde for feare of death with a faynt harte Iudas slyded back for loue of a bribe with a false harte Peeter by and by wept sore and truly repented Iudas neuer againe came home but deadly repyned Iudas thus bursting highe Priests and Scribes be amased And consulting long at last they fully resolued With that cursed coyne some peace of ground to be buying For straungers buryall with a fayned sanctyty cloaking That cursed bloodshed that most vnnatural owtrage Soe this pryce of blood was payd for a fyeld of a potter Called a fyeld of blood for a signe of this bloody murder Christ is brought to the barr sir Pilate sits as a bencher Priests be his accusers many captall crymes many treasons And many seditions were there obiected against him Soe much sayd nought prou'd Christ standing seellyly sylent By smoothing Pilates commaunde was sent to the Tetrarche Herodes Tetrarche of Galyly there to be iudged Sith Christ seem'd to belong t'his Iurisdiction only Herode greatly reioyst and looked for many woonders When Christe came But Christe with sylence wysely rebuked This Tetrarchs tatling and Priests vnruely reuylings Herode contemn'd Christe when hee saw noe hope of a wonder Sent hym back for a foole to the first iudg deputy Pilate All in a long whyte coate for a scornefull mockery cloathed Thus poore Christ meeke lambe was tost fro the poast to the piller Wandring here and there hence thence fro the Woolf to the slaughter Pilate seeing Christ fro the Tetrarch saufly retorned Spake to the Priests and Scribes This man seem's stil to be guyltles Herode sends him back its best hee be whipt for a frantike And soe loost at large for I know you looke for a prisner At this feast of course say then whoe shalbe released Barrabas or Iesus What needest thou to be asking O pytyfull Pilate thou know'st theyr only desyring Is t'haue Christ murdred thou giust this lambe to the woolus iawes Kill kill Christ say they and geue vs Barrabas only Barrabas in theeuing and murdring barbarus owtlaw Then people pleasing Pilate cauld Christ to be scourged And in a scornefull sort to the Iews to be newly produced But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilate seeing Christe by the sowldyers all to be scourged Causd him then for a mock with a crowne of thorns to be crowned With royall garments and roabes of purple adorned And in a throane placed with a reede in his hand for a scepter Some mockt some spytted some kneeld and fynely saluted Hayle ô King of Iews for same and glory renowmed Some with his owne scepter that sweete face all to be bruysed Euery one tooke paynes that noe paynes might be omytted Noeman spar'd any cost least Christ might chaunce to be spared Yet this was not enough t'appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilates wife in a dreame with Christ then greatly molested Perswades her good man for feare that he might be released Yet noe dreames would serue t' appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Then iust iudg Pilate in an open shew to the people His pure hands forsooth with greate solempnyty washed Thincking soe fro the guylt of guyltles blood to be quytted Noe wynde noe water could stay theyr villanv monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Crucify coosnyng Christe his death and blood be requyted On Iews that now lyue and Iewish progeny after Caesars saythfull
fryend can abyde noe Kyng but a Caesar Therefore looke Pilate that this King soone be remoued Christe in his owne coate now to the Iews was lastly presented And by Pilates doome deaths doome giu'n vp to be crossed Whose Crosse in Latyne Greeke Hebriew had for a tytle These woords Here's Iesus Iewes King of Nazareth added Chiefe Iewes tooke Iesus prickt whip't fro the crowne to the anckles Faynt weake and feeble scarceable for to be creeping Yet they layd on a Crosse his shoulders heauyly loading Dryuing him foreward til he fell downe vnder a burden Burden with deaths pangs plagues griefs and horror abounding Christe and Crosse faln downe by chaunce one Symon aproached Whoe to be Crossecaryer by the prowd Priests then was apoynted Crossecaryer to a place that in Hebriew's Golgatha called Place of deadmens sculls where Christe they speedyly Crossed Feete and hauds with nayles with great nayls all to be mangled And for a greater spyte two theeues they causd to be hanged Hanged on eyther syde and Christe almighty betweene them Christe once nayld to the Crosse now euery knaue is a craking Prowd harted Pharisees sell Scribes hypocritical Ealders Captens and Souldyers greate smalle from the Priest to the Pyper Wagging theyre wise heads laughing and scornefuly tauntying Thou that sau'st others now saue thy self from a mischif Thou that buyldst temples with a tryce come downe fro the gallows Come Gods deare dearling come King of Iews fro the gybbett Leape from a Crosse to a Crowne from a cursed tree to a Kingdome Christe o louing Christe long suffring Christe thus abused Gaue not a check for a taunt but alas very hartyly prayed Father forgeue them forget this villany Father Hark and mark that thief that thief eu'n brought to the last gaspe How he reuyles his Lord Peace thiefe geue care to thy fellow Wee for a synfull lyfe with death are iustly rewarded But Christs synles lyfe hath noe death duly deserued Thou Christe thou Iesus thou Lord vouchsaufe to remember Mee mee sinfull wretch mee when thou comst to thy kingdome Christe heard and sayd thus Thy prayers shalbe regarded This day in Paradise with mee thou shalt bee receaued O blest thief curst thief Sheepe Goate Therefore let a synner Not despaire one thiefe is sau'd in an howre in a moment But let a sinner feare let a sinner not be presuming One thiefe only repents and scapes in an howre in a moment Christs coate was seameles for a signe of an absolut endles And perfit kingdome this coate soe fitly cohaerent And all-wrought ouer was nothing toucht by the souldyers Nor torne in peeces nor cut nor parted among them But lotts cast that some one man might wholly receaue it That what was foretold might haue effectual ending Christe now hangs on a tree suffring vnsuffrable horrors Torments for mans sins and Gods vnspeakable anger Whylst Christe is suffring whylst fearefull pangs be aproaching Sunne for Gods Sons griefe doth greeue and gyns to be lowring Hydes his darckned face lets golden rayes be eclipsed Seeing Light of light with pricking thorns to be crowned Hea'n and earth is darck fro the sixth howre vnto the nynth howre Heu'n and earth laments and euery thing is a mourning Heu'n and earth laments whylst Iesus Christe is a dying Heu'n and earths comfort heu'n and earths only reuyuing But now Christe gan faint with an infinit agony troubled And Ely Ely and Lamasabacthany cryed Father deare Father why should thy Son be refused Then bitter vineger they raught when he sayd that he thirsted Which Christe once tasting said Father now it is ended Thy will's fulfilled thy lawes and heast be obeyed Take my sowle to thy hands Then his head he began to be bowing With those woords his life and endles passion ending Scarce did he yeeld his breath but straight fro the top to the bottom Templs vayle was rent and torne and broken asunder Earth did quake stones brake graues op'ned dead-men apeared Then captens souldyers men matrones all the beholders Smote theyr breasts and said this man was son to the mighty Whose strange death eu'n makes lyue dead and dead to be lyuely Christe is dead indeede his bones neede not to be bruysed Yet for a further proofe his side was speedily pearced Pearc't with a speare and thence pure blood pure water abounded Then noble Ioseph with faithfull friend Nicodemus Did begg of Pilate that blessed corps of Iësus Tooke it downe fro the crosse fine lynnen duly prepared With Myrrh and Aloes themselues it carefuly wynded And in a late-made tombe wherein was no-body chested That sweete corps sweete corps of Christe almighty reposed Rolled a stone to the graue and so all heauy departed Yet these Priests left not til they had watchmen apoynted And graues stone sealed least Christe might chaunce to be stollen By his wel-willers as they then vainly pretended Sots fooles and mad-men stil against this prick to be kicking And stil against this streame this sacred streame to be striuing For when third day came there came with a terrible earthquake Gods Angel fro the skies and rold that stone fro the graues-dore And there sate for a while his face was like to a lightning His roabes white as snow which made those watchmen amazed And half dead for feare but th' Angel spake to the women Twoo Maries comming of purpose for to anoynt Christe With precious spices with sweete odoriferus oyntments You seeke here for Christe here Christe is not to be sought for Christe is quickned againe and risn ' as he truly reported And foretold his friends in Galyly there wil hee meete them Loe where lately hee lay feare not but boldly report it As they ran to report Christ Iesus plainly apeared And met them by the way and bade them not be amazed But bring news to the rest that he would in Galyly see them This doone and they gone poore watchmen ran to the Citty And told all to the Priests whoe then with an obstinat error And wilfull blyndenes these watchmen largely rewarded Willing them to report and tell this abroade to the people That Christs disciples stole him by night fro the watchmen Whylst they lay sleeping Which haeresy stoutly to this day Stifneckt Iews mainteine ô curst and damnable error O hard-harted Iewes that giue more care to a hyreling And brybed souldier by the prowd Priests falsly suborned Than to the truth it self with soe great glory reuealed Than to the eyes which saw to the eares which heard to the fingers And to the hands which felt that which was truly reported Hands which felt Chrysts hands and feete and sides to be wounded Fares which heard his woords and blessings sweetely delyu'red Eyes which saw and knew that Christe in Galyly walked And foure times ten dayes in diuers places apeared Eyes which saw Christe eate and then fro the earth to be lifted Vp to the highest heu'ns and there with glory receaued On Gods owne right hand with iurisdiction endles Vntil he come to be
Iudg of quick and dead by the thundring Sound of a fearefull trumpe and bring his sheepe to the sheepefold Immortall sheepefold and goates throw downe to the darcknes Aeternall darcknes fro the sacred face fro the presence Of God there to abyde with Lucifer and his adhaerents Plagud with a dying life with a lyuing death with a roaring Weeping and gnashing of teeth and horrible howling Where's nought but woe woe but a worme stil greedily gryping Nought but a loathsome lake with fyre and Sulphur abounding FINIS The first Psalme O Thrice happy the man that lends noe care to the counsail Of soule-sick sinners nor frames his feete to the footestepps Of backsliding guvdes nor sets him downe with a scorner In the maligning chayre that makes but a mock of Olympus But to the liuing Lords edicts himself he referreth And therein pleasures and treasures only reposeth Night and day by the same his footesteps duly directing Day and night by the same hart mynde soule purely preparing This man's like to a tree to a tree most happily planted Hard by a brooke by a brooke whose streames of siluer abounding Make this tree her fruite her pleasant fruite to be yeelding Yeelding fruite in tyme to the planters dayly reioycing This tree's rooted deepe her bowes are cherefuly springing Her fruite neuer fades her leaues looke liuely for euer This man's setled sure his thoughts woords dayly proceedings Happy beginnings haue and haue as fortunat endings Sinners are not foe they and theyrs all in a moment All in a moment passe past hope grace mercy recou'ry As weight-wanting chaffe that scattreth in euery corner Whyrled away fro the earth hence thence by a blast by a wyndepuffe Woe to the scorner then whose soule wil quake to be iudged Quake when it heares that doome by the Iudg almighty pronounced Woe to the sinner then noe setled sinner aproacheth Neare to the sinles Saincts where ioy and glory aboundeth For the triumphant God doth stil looke downe to the godly Their wayes well knowing and them with mercy protecting But the reuenging Lord hath threatned a plague to the godles And theyr wayes shal away and they themselues be a wayling The sixth Psalme LOrd forbeare to rebuke forbeare and stay thy reuenging Hand in thy greate wrath and indignation endles Heale my wounds my God take some compassion on mee My bones are bruysed my strength is wholly decayed My sowle is troubled my mynde extreamely molested How long shall thy wrath and these my plagues be prolonged Turne yet againe good God thy woonted mercy remember And this sowle poore sowle for thy greate mercy delyuer Saue my life from death in death noe worthy remembrance Of thy name is founde and keepe my sowle fro the dungeon Infernall dungeon where noe tonge yeelds any prayses My hart with groanyng my sowle is weary with anguish Euery night doe I wash my carefull couch with abounding Streames of trickling teares my flesh is myghtyly troubled My color all faded my former bewty decayed For feare all for feare of such as seeke to deuoure mee But get away get away all you that woork any myschief My sighes ascende vp my prayers pierce to the heauens And such as my sowle with griefe vnworthyly vexed With shame and sorrow shall worthyly soone be requyted The eyghth Psalme O Prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wōdrous be thy works how strange are thy proceedings Thou hast thy greate name with most greate glory reposed Ouer aboue those Lamps bright-burning Lamps of Olympus Eu'n very babes yong babes yong sucking babes thy triumphant Might set foorth to the shame of them which iniury offer Eu'n to the shame of them which damned blasphemy vtter When that I looke to the skies and lyft myne eyes to the heauens Skies thyne owne hand-work and heauens fram'd by thy fingers When that I see this Sunne that makes my sight to be seeing And that Moone her light light half-darck dayly renuing Sunne dayes-eye shynyng Moone nights-light chereful apearing When that I see sweete Starres through Christal skies to be sprinckled Some to the first spheare fixt some here and there to be wandryng And yet a constant course with due reuolution endyng Then doe I thinck ô Lord what a thing is man what a wonder O what a thing is man whom thou soe greatly regardest Or what a thing's mankynde which thou soe charyly tendrest Thou hast man this man this blest man mightly framed And with aboundant grace with aboundant dignyty crowned Not much inferior to thy sweete caelestial Angells Thou hast giu'n hym right and iurisdiction ouer All thy wondrous woorkes thou hast made hym to be mayster Hym chiefe mayster on earth right Lord and absolut owner Of beast fowle and fishe on th' earth ayre water abyding O prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wondrous be thy woorks and how strange are thy proceedings The nine and twentith Psalme YOu Kings and rulers you Lords and mighty Monarchaes Whose hands with scepters and heads with crownes be adorned Kneele to the King of Kings and bring your dutiful offrings Lowt to the lyuing Lord ascribe all might to the mighty Alwayes-mighty Monarch and learne to be rul'd by the ruler Which heu'n earth and hell rul's ouerrules in a moment For this is only that one whose thundring voyce fro the clustred Clowds breaks foorth and roares and horror brings to the whole world For this is only that one whose feareful voyce fro the heauens Cedars tall Cedars teares rents and ryues fro the rooting Cedars of Libanus constrayns lyke calues to be leaping And Cedar-bearing Libanus with frightened Hermon Lyke to a yong Vnicorne makes here and there to be skipping For this is only that one whose threatnyng voyce the deuouring Lightnyngs flakes throwes downe and terror brings to the deserts Teares downe trees and woods makes hyndes for feare to be caluyng And that forelorne waste of Cadesh for to be tremblyng Euery voyce his voyce his prayse and glory pronounceth His sacred temple with his honnor dayly resoundeth Ouer gulfs and deepes his royall throane he reposeth Ouerwhelmyng gulfes and drownyng deepes he represseth And stil a lyuing Lord stil a King almighty remayneth And yet a father stil for he leaues not stil to be sendyng Strength to his owne elect and inward peace for a blessing The eyght and thirtith Psalme SCourge mee not my God whylst thy wrath's kyndled against mee Put mee not to rebuke in thyne vnspeakable anger For thy darts ô God dead darts and dangerus arrowes Stick fast fast to my hart ô Lord stick fast to my hartroote And thy hands sore hands presse and oppresse mee with anguish In my flesh noe health in bones noe rest is abyding Thy wrath plagues my flesh my syns to my bones be a poyson My syns woefull wretch my syns now growne to a fullnes Ouergrow my head curst head and keepe mee stil vnder Lyke to a burden alas my back too heauyly loading My carefull carkas with sores lyes all to be wounded