influence Attracts all Eyes with holy reverence And all in raptures proud of company That led him Heaven-ward in such Majesty Thus came the scribe attendant for to be Saying aloud Lord I will follow thee Nor could his poverty stop his intention Of following Christ he could have no prevention But suffer all the miseries can attend So good a Master that can him defend In whose deep wants there is more fulness hid Than Earth amounts unto if valued This scribe's a Coppy ought we not to write After this Jew and yet how blind's our sight We cannot see our senses are bereav'd Of the true light our souls they are deceiv'd Else would we not suffer this publican Out strip us in our duty ah vain Man Where are thy thoughts that thou dost thus despise That guide that leads to that blest place where lies All the hid treasures which can be exprest Of Saints and Angels in the heavenly rest Were we to follow through a bed of flowers Who would not run who now his visage lowres The sensualist would walk but that he scorns To prick his tender feet amongst such Thorns With prickles sharp this rose is all surrounded He cannot follow that 's with care confounded Cares of this world nor can the Epicure Follow cause abstinence he cannot endure He cannot fast this this will spoile his mirth And hinder his enjoyment on this Earth Which prizeth pleasures and at greatest cost Them to endulge although at last he 's tosh Into the Dungeon ' mongst eternal pains The just reward of his licentious strains So hard it is for to correct our blood To leave the world and follow that is good The blandishments of sence invalids bliss And robs us of the fruits of happiness Fruits that attends endeavors if we took A Serious prospect and with care would look Into the ways of virtue we might spie The sad effects of vain morality Which are but tinkling Simbals to our ears Though fill'd with musick it may end in tears And yet how many are there that pretend To follow Christ and will their ways amend Yet still are strangers to his footsteps pure Treading their own tracts and can not endure Sound councel but do beat these pathes anew Scarce ever trod but lately with a crew Of confident assertors that can find A nearer pathe which more disturbs the mind In their blind zeals they do too boldly say That th' holy Martyr'd fathers mist the way They think they have a neerer cut to Heaven And that a better guide to them is given Then Christ and his disciples their new light Indeed will lead them to eternal night So various is their zeal and given to change Which make them wander and most fondly range To find fresh oyl for to enflame new light Though meet impostures yet they think them right Scorn ancient foot-steps and approved form Of holy Church which doth so much adorn The grandure of true worship but they 'l find Meanders and Euthusiasts still are blind For in the darkness they do sadly grope And for to find the door they 'r sans all hope Wanting good government to keep them in From their blind zeal the occasion of their sin But hear the poor Man doth not make delay To come to Christ who is the persect way His humble resolutions he did press In begging confidence he made address How vile am I O Lord thou only know'st Oh! I will follow thee where e're thou goest So raise our souls from off the world O Lord In seeking thee we friendly may accord Thou art ascended to thy heavenly Throne Where all true joyes are lodg'd in thee a lone O draw our souls in raptures of thy love And spiritual exhalations from above That may enrich our souls and make us be True converts shunning sin and following thee Which art the only fountain from whence springs All streams of mercy thou art King of Kings Grant us admittance for to wait on thee Then shall our souls enjoy eternity Sir Anthony Bateman being then a Prisoner in the House lay the next Chamber to the Author He having received the sad and sudden news of the death of his beloved Daughter which died the Tenth day of December last It being the very day Twelve moneth that her Mother the Lady Bateman died and neer about the same hour the day before The deceased was much busied about thoughts of death and writ her Will and something about ordering her funeral yet went to bed Seemingly much grieved and very p … The Author to comfort him writ as followeth SIR Death hath surprized your Daughter so that she Thereby's translated to eternity Her virtues follow her that golden Chain Whose links are purest gold doth still remain Unblemist her pure soul with joy to find A heavenly rest her charitable mind Richly rewarded is with heavenly treasure Her sorrows turn'd to joyes beyond all measure Her mirth is endless and she doth aspire To sing sweet Anthems in the heavenly quire Cease then your tears and forbear thus to grieve She 's gone before where death hath no reprieve VVe all must follow her no writ can move Our day of hearing 's fixt in heaven above VVhere Angels can chant forth praises and still sing Most divine Anthems to our God and King I◠which she bears apart I hope on high VVhere Saints are crown'd with bliss eternally An Elogy on the name and death of the virtnous Lady Martha Bateman who departed this life the Tenth of Decemb. 1674. Most happy Saint by the eternals will Amongst the Gods where thou art ever still Rankt with the heavenly sitters most sublime To teach us mortals that abuse our time Here in this vail of Earth where we may see As in thy mirror how weak and frail we be But now a flower of a sweet fragrant smell Amongst the roses anon the passing bell Tolls the sad ditty of her last farewel Even under the sore pangs of mortal death Most willingly surrenders up her breath Altering her earthly shape she did lie down Natures frail case for a celestial Crown Nature expostulating with death Grim death why dost thou aim thy fiery dart In so direct a posture at my heart Be not mistaken My flesh is tender And will not yet admit of a surrender Of my pure vitals why so cruel bent ' gainst this afflicted family for thy rent For to exact it the same day ô why so cruel Might hot my dearest Mothers precious Jewel Be price enough to stay thy angry fate But must pursue her issue with thy hate And that same very Tenth day of December Must our sad family with sobbs remember Ah is it so be not in hast to kill My panting heart O let me write my Will Let me have nought to do but sigh and die Then farewel mortal come immortality Into which joyes no prying eye can peep It is beyond our knowledge and too deep To search into ô le ts a while admire Her great perfections that
azure spangled Heaven which we do see Where the magazin of Stars so fixed be Which stocks the world with light it s but a vail Or curtain drawn to keep our sences frail From over prying into th' almighties Throne Where only is felicity alone Which no eye ever saw nor yet shall see The hidden glories of eternity Tombs are but wardrops or Chambers of death Hung'd with their winding sheets beneath the Earth Where we shall all after this life be laid Till to our fathers we be gathered If that same heavenly glimps which did appear Upon the mount did the disciples chear Which made them wish that they might there strait raise Three Tabernacles to eternal praise And there abide Oh if that beauty then Reveal'd from Heaven unto these blessed Men Was so Transcendent how will th' enjoyment be Oh ravish us with desires that we may see Where Christ is gone before 't was the Martyrs Joy Amid their tortures valued as a toy Though their limbs were broken and mangled Yet they were sure their hairs were numbred If Peters shadow had that healing power To cure the sick which applied to him each hour How powerful is that shining glory then Which doth such wonders for the Sons of Men. Let no one doubt nor be at any strife If once his name be in the book of life Though his earthly Tabernacle be laid down Yet he shall have an everlasting Crown Of endless glory beyond expression far And shine in Heaven like a glorious Star Who is it would not slight and disregard The vanities of this life for such reward And welcome poverty with all its chains And triumph in the assurance of such gains As that nobly divine transcendent love That is prepared in the Heavens above Where there 's assurance for to live for ever And sweetly rest in the bosom of the father Thou didst create us Lord for to serve thee But by our frailties we 'r become to be For ever lost But thou of thy great love Didst restore us to true joyes above Oh fill us with meditations of thy praise Which may elevate our spirits all our days That we may walk in some measure divine That by a holy practice we may shine As Stars in the lower orb and express that light We have by faith received by thy might And power divine Oh let our hearts be ever Filled with praises and be silent never And still express our thanks and not have done Until we shine in brightness like the Sun And from a holy walking never sever But shine as Stars for ever and for ever Matthew 2.10 And when they saw the Star they Rejoyced with exceeding great Joy I 'm still surpriz'd with wonder at the love Of our offended God that from above Should shew his Star to wise men of the Fast Which welcom'd such an object did not rest But gave it reverence with an holy fear They well knowing the motions of the sphear That blessed object that unwanted Star Which they did with much joy behold from far And there was kindled in them a desire To post unto Jerusalem to enquire Where 's he that is born King we 've seen his Star To worship him with joy are come from far Herod seem'd troubled at such sudden news And all the congregation of the Jews On went these Men the Star being still their guide It rested where the blessed Babe was laid There they rejoyce no frights did them annoy Seeing the Star they had exceeding joy Rouse then my soul in a holy contemplation Of this bright Star whose radiant beams and motion Did quickly spread it self Judea over It s powerful influence did soon discover Divine effects that it did fully tend To be a tipe of mercy to the end To save lost Man oh beauteous Star of light The effects whereof will keep us from that night Of utter darkness in which we all lay hid And by it's mercy shall be glorifi'd Had the ancients known this Star't would raise their sence And enrich their genius with due reverence This sparkling splendor did surely outshine The knowledge of that age it was divine T' was such a lustre That it did adorn The orb beyond the glory of the morn That powerful luminary that directeth time That blessed morning Star shin'd more divine And prov'd a happy guide them safe to bring With holy offerings unto Christ their King And in a joynt harmony with one voice They having seen the Star did much rejoyce See how these pagans footed it what pain They took in travel for that happy gain And blest fruition of that gâ—orious fight Though poor is full of Majesty and might They nimbly walk from the remotest parts In pure devotion and with chearful hearts When some that boldly do profess thy name Will scarce come forth their chamber O! the shame Of such besotted souls as will not rise And prostrate themselves before the eyes Of their offended God though ne're so cheap But snug and snore in sin and fondly heap Crime upon crime not from their vices part Though th' offering small an humble penitent heart But these wise Travellers did freely bring Gold Frankenscence and Myrrhe to Christ the King And made an Inn a Temple there to pay Their tribute O the miserable delay Of pure devotion 'T is their greater shame That stript him of the glory of his name It should exalt all hearts for to rejoyce With adoration and a thankful voice They 'd but one single Star to be their guide But we have many that with active pride Do darken religion and have it in derision Such quaking Comets making an apparition And fiery aspect that will fright away Rather than lead will cause us go astray Into their sottish errors to prevent Le ts keep close to the holy government Which Christ and his Apostles left behind To rectifie the errors of mankind Which if we practice and study aright We need not fear Sathan with all his might Pretended illuminations in religion Eclipseth real light with foul derision And such a nasty Mist doth often gather That in stead of clearing Eyes do blind them rather 'T was a true light by which the wisemen steer'd Which brought them in such triumph that it cheer'd Their hearts with joy that they did see the day Which some do study to forget and lay A load of obliquy on such pretence Not allowing it a day of reverence But let them wallow in their haughty pride It prov'd a blessed day and happy guide To unwearied Travellers but for such as they That sottishly and wildly run a stray And have no Star to guide them but let them wander And fall in their own pitts that thus do slander Thou that hast stockt the world with so much light And enricht it with so many Stars so bright To serve us Mortals 'T was fit thou shouldst take One to thy self thy herald for to make And cause the brightness of that Star surpass All other Stars that now
length Could we unwind time and reverse its wheel Stop the celestial posts and make them reel And set the worlds great clock far back again What shall we get by it but trouble and pain Imaginary selicities here Sliding contentments purchas'd very dear And when we 're listed in the dismal book That accursed catalogue of the damned look And ask Dives without any controul What did it profit him to lose his soul Oh Lord what is there in this world to prize And weary our selves with vain desires to raise A temporary felicity and name Which quickly vanisheth as a blast or flame 'T is hard to him that 's to thy law a stranger To apprehend the misery and danger Of covetous desires the length of time Hath made that vice a habit and incline Our natures to the breaches of thy law Oh Lord teach me with care to stand in aw Of losing thee my God my only pleasure Whom to enjoy is the divinest treasure O let the blessings thou hast freely given Quicken our duller souls with thanks to Heav'n From whom we have receiv'd the chief promotion Let it not flack but quicken our devotion And raise contemplations not vainly rude But with obedience and humble gratitude That so the vanities that are here below May be our scorn but the graces with do flow From thy abundant mercy may delight'us To the bosom of thy Church good Lord unite us And raise our spirits our vices to controul And think no profit for to lose our soul Canticles 2.1 I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the valleys 'T is Solomons song his most Seraphick strein That in high and transcendent raptures aim To express Christs love to his Church the sacred spouse Doth not his fervent divine fancy rouze These high passionate expressions divine The Rose of Sharon love better than wine Lilly of the valleys turtle undefil'd Love of delights sweeter than spices mild Spikenard and Mirrhe Saphron and Frankincense All these allusions in an amorous sence Of divine love as in a holy song VVith lofty ejaculations all along In a devout harmony doth allude In allegory and similitude The Rose is natures perfume it displays Its treasures through the air unto its praise It delighteth sence both in color and smell Whose odoriferous beauty none can paralel Other flowers like Hypocrites are fair of color And in a painted shew they do seem fuller Of various shapes but they have not the scent Of that sweet Rose that still is fragrant And retains its sweetness ev'n in withered dust When other flowers of Color pine and burst Into a nasty shape of the Rose is made A cordial so that it doth never fade It 's virtues are still useful of great price Of vegetables natures paradise In this wonder of flowers we may espy Not only Physick but Divinity It wears Heaven's livery in its beauteous color Natures master piece nothing is fuller Than the sweet lovely blushes of the Rose That Rose of Sharon which all wisedom knows With many prickles was his head surrounded VVith tanting scoffs was his pure soul confoundad The perfumes of his prayers rais'd a richer smell Than all Arabia's spices can paralel His divine miracles were higher scented Than all odoriferous gums if sublimated Into one perfume it s a rifle to that sweet That cordial posie where the God-head meet As join'd in one and sent such perfume thence VVhich should enamor our hearts with reverence To adore that Rose of Sharon which will never Lose its perfume but will smell sweet for ever Oh let us run with meekness not presume After the odors of thy sweet perfume And have fervent desires for thee alone And for the streams that do flow from thy Throne Imprint in me such rays of divine grace A purity capable to see thy face The greatest perfections in creatures lie But a drop of transcendent excellency That is in thee let me have a longing strife To imitate the purity of thy life And in an humble meekness to submit To such indignities as thou think'st fit And when I shall lay down this earthy feature I may be raised a renewed creature And be comforted with perfumes of thy love VVhich are prepared with the Saints above In the eternal paradise of rest VVith the true Rose of Sharon ever blest Psalm 119.92 If my delight had not been in thy Law I should have perished in my trouble FINIS To the Honorable the Lord Chief justice Raynsford upon his adding St. George's Church to the rules of the Kings Bench. THanks noble Raynsford for this bounteous favor To prisoners restrained it doth sweetly savor Of a pious clemency thus to enlarge The footsteps of those Men under thy charge You 've outdone loyal Keeling that act we 'le sound He'n larg'd the rules thou givest us holy ground St. George's Church Englands Titular Saint VVhere we may freely go and make complaint Of our hard ereditors and devoutly pray That he 'l enlarge his mercies in the day Of your account we 'l study to express All ways of gratitude for this happiness With thanks unto our Marshal for his love VVhich doth oblige us faster far above All other obligations we 'l express All cordial love with humble thankfulness Pardon Dear Sir that I this silence break That am the meanest how could others speak An Elogie on the death of Edmund Lenthal Esq late Marshal of the Kings Bench. ARe prisons sad is' t not a place of grief To be restrain'd from liberty the chief Desire of Man but here a comforts given VVhen a mild keeper is decreed from Heaven Such one we had but suddenly snatcht hence By the impartial hand of providence Death with his pale fac'd Envy hath bereav'd Of comfort in which we were not deceiv'd His carriage was obliging sweet and kind Expressing still a bounteous noble mind And generous Courtesy yet his care was just Preserving them that did oblige his trust In such an harmony his acts did meet Mixt mercy with justice in consort sweet My meditations of Joy and gladness Are turn'd to Elogies and songs of sadness He 's taken hence which my sad soul did chear I cease to write surpriz'd with mournful tear THE TABLE Of the FIRST PART Philippians Chap. 4. v. 12. 1. I Know how to abound and how to suffer need c. Job 2.10 2. In all this did not Job sin with his Lips Romans 6.12 and part of 21. 3. Let not sin theresore raign in your mortal bodies that you should obey it in the Lusts thereof For the end of these things are death 7 Matthew 15.28 4. And he said unto her O Woman great is thy Faith 11 John 12.2 5. But Lazarus was one of those that sat at the Table with him 14 Genesis 2.8 6. And the Lord God planted a Garden East-ward in Eden 17 Luke 10.25 7. And behold a certain Lawyer flood up and tempted him Master what shall I do to inherit Eternal Life 20 John 11.36 8. Jesus Wept 23 Matthew 6.33 9. But seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you c. 25 John 13.23 10. And there was leaning on Jesus bosom one of his Disciples whom he loved c. 29 Luke 19.9 11. This day is Salvation come to thy House 32 Luke 9.57 12. Lord I will follow thee wheresoever thou goest 36  A Copy of Verse to Sir Anthony Bateman on the Death of his Daughter 40  An Elogy on the Name and Death of the Virtuous Lady Martha Bateman who departed this Life the Tenth of December 1674. 41 THE TABLE Of the SECOND PART Numbers 27.16 17. 1. Let the Lord the God of the Spirits of all flesh set a man over the Congregation Which may go out before them and which may go in before them and which may lead them out and which may bring them in that the Congregation of the Lord be not as Sheep which have no Shepherd p. 1. Matthew 5.8 2. Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God c. 6 Daniel 12.3 3. And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the Firmament and they that turn many to righteousness as the Stars for ever and ever 9 Matthew 2.18 4. And when they saw the Star they rejoyced with exceeding great Joy 12 Ecclesiastes 12.13 5. Fear God and keep his Commandments for this is the whole duty of Man 16 Matthew 8.2 6. And behold there came a Leaper and worshipped him saying Lord if thou wilt thou canst make me clean 20 1 Kings 19.9 7. And he came unto a Cave and lodged there 23 Genesis 28.12 8. And he dreamed a Dream and behold a Ladder set upon the Earth and the top of it reached unto Heaven and behold the Angels descending and ascending on it 27 Proverbs 18.14 9. But a wounded Spirit who can bear 33 Matthew 24.38 10. And knew not until the Flood came and took them all away 37 Luke 7.5 11. For he loved our Nation and hath built us a Synagogue 40 John 20.11 12. But Mary stood without at the Sepulchre weeping and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the Sepulchre 44 Ecclesiastes 12.1 13. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth 47 Luke 18.11 14. The Pharisee stood up and pray'd God I thank thee I am not as other men are 50 Matthew 16.26 15. For what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul 53 Canticles 2.1 16. I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of the Vallies 57  A Copy of Verses to the Right Honorable the Lord Chief Justice Raynsford  An Elogy on the Death of Edmund Lenthal Esq FINIS
transgression Against thy sacred name let me implore Thy heavenly grace to help me oh restore To me an humble heart that may submit To what thy knowing wisedom shall think fit For me poor mortal who am weak and frail VVhose only hopes in Christ is to prevail Lord wash me in his blood then shall I be Though black by nature yet made white by thee And though I am in Prison cast full low Raise me again good God and now bestow Thy abundant graces let thy will be done I am resolv'd thy will to wait upon Until my change shall come do not delay That happy hour that I may see the day VVhen thou by death wi lt perfectly restore me Lord let a prisoners sighes now come before thee Psalm 86.17 Shew some good token upon me for good that they which hate me may see it and be ashamed because thou Lord hast holpen me and comforted me Phillippians Chap. 4. v. 12. I know how to abound and how to suffer need c. DIvinest Saint there 's few on Earth but thee Have learnt contentment a felicity Beyond all Arts th'Apostle only can Approve himself the best contented Man A Lesson which the World hath long forgot To set in practice Men affect it not This is a thing unpleasing to their tast Therefore in sad repining time they wast Were Heavens delightful Paths beset with pleasures For Sence to revel in our chiefest Treasures Would there be plac'd our sensual hearts would be Too full of Joy in Earths felicity Were there no rubs nor stops to make us faint Who would not be a Convert and a Saint The Crown of Glory it would truly be As the sweet Garlands of Eternity But he that enters Heavenly bliss must wear A Crown of Thornes e're he attain that Sphear Fond Worldlings are so vainly stufft with Pride That a Holy meekness can not abide Unless it carry pleasing Pomp aloft Religious Meekness it is seldom lâ—â—â— Preaching of Patience it doth Clearly Show There are sublime enjoyments which we owe Due reverence to and yet we will not learn This holy Lesson fully to discern Our vain repinings at the Almighties ways Who can cast down and in a moment raise Our better fortunes But th'Apostle here Hath nobly learnt for to Sustain and bear His pinching wants sans Murmurings or grudge At his Corrections that 's a righteous Judge He that hath bid us seek the heavenly glory Tells us that earthly things are transitory And after this vain Heathens they do walk And shall we Christians like the Heathens talk And have no higher prospect than this world For which the Angels from the heavens were hurl'd Shall we lye groveling in this lower Sphear Rowling our selves in Carnal pleasures here Making morality our only bliss And have no other thoughts of Heaven than this Was it for this that the Eternal Lord Bow'd the high Heavens and came with free accord Leaving his Throne to bring us unto glory Then let us cease from things so Transitory And raise our souls unto sublimer Joys For terrene pleasures are but foolish Toys Vain is that Man which foolishly doth wrap His chief felicity in natures Lap And all the dull enjoyments of his Sence With care and vehement Toyle to fetch it thence Tell me then man That doest in pleasures swim And hast the Cup with joy fil'd to the brim Hast thou forgot thy God thy Guide thy Maker Be not so stupid least thou be partaker Of endless Torments should the Luminaries Loose their bright Lusters that but seldom varies And put on purple Robes that Direful sight Of bleeding planets would thy soul affright Or if the air were turn'd into a stream Of blood by that most powerful hand Supream Or could thy deafned ear but hear the blast Of the last direful Trump what speedy hast wouldst thou then make be most fully bent To check thy Fancy posting to repent Such things prodigious greatly would affright The Bold'st prophaner that took delight In actions Sacrilegeous wicked ways The memorie then of former sinful days Will fill the inner man with dismal fright And make the Sinner restless day and night Oh man remember this 'T is truth alass The enjoyments of the world are poor and pass Away like empty aire there 's no fruition But Dives like we make a sad petition So doth the vain voluptuous worldling laugh At pure religion and do vainly quaff Scorning the poor oppressed Suffering Man And shew him all the envious spight they can As though a pious life could not enjoy Some tides of pleasure but have still annoy His sight 's bemisted he can't yet descry The expected hopes of blest eternity He thinks himself Secure and free from strife And knowes no Joyes but in this present life Did we but know these rich rewards will fall On the religious poor to crown them all What happiness attendeth on the Motion Of suffering Saints in their most pure devotion 'T would make us triumph in our low estate And be in love with hardship at this rate Imbracing poverty with a holy zeal To enjoy that bliss which we cannot reveal 'T would comfort in our very low estate When suffering by the cruel hand of fate From Men enrag'd but we are still to learn The Apostles rule to wait till the return Which crowns with bliss the patient waiting Soul That still expects in faith without controul And yet how hardly do we grief endure When smallest troubles do our souls inure With so much passion that we hardly can Bear the least brunt of Scorne so vain is man So sensless are we of Gods greatest power Forgetful wretches that even every hour We censure and accuse thy providence Like faithless persons scarce enricht with sence Lord ope our eyes and make us plainly See The worlds vain shews Mans insufficiency That empty air the pleasures here below Grant these Joyes that from thy presence flow To these good Lord let our hearts still stand bent So shall we evermore have full content Job 2.10 In all this did not Job Sin with his Lips WAs Job a statue was his noble heart Impenetrable could not Sorrows Smart Move his so fixed Soul nor yet Hells hate His so Strong bulwark conscience penetrate Behold him then mirror of patience Whom all the Legions could not fright him thence Nay he could breath divinity in groans Make sighs his Musick and in sacred tones Turn sorrows into Sermons and his pains To pious Lectures improving for gains Even saddest sufferings and did never vent The least invective from foul discontent How wondrous is that soul that is so fixt Valiant in conflict and indeed not mixt With base repinings but can bear his Cross And triumph in it without sence of loss By suffering much humility hath taught Job patience which with greatest care he sought So nobly that it doth adorn his parts And makes them lovely ev'n beyond all arts Like the Philosophers stone that with each touch Turns all to gold and
doth the same enrich His very grave becomes a cabinet Of precious dust the which is all beset With Saphires like a Rock that stoutly braves The raging Sea and its tempestuous Waves Or like the morning Sun that shines most bright After 't hath long bin clouded from our sight And more transparent shines to the eye of sence Attracting many muddy vapors hence For like the conquering palm that still doth flourish Under its pressures which doe never nourish His spreading limbs into a full extent Maugre the cloggs and weights of punishment Job these are but poor emblems of thy glory Like as the Lower Sphears are transitory Hurri'd with storms but still thy high-born soul Like the true loadstone points the heavenly pole And turns no other way although surrounded With griefs abounding thou art not confounded Tell me of stones whose power can expell Or herbs whose virtue can indeed repell The dangerous Thunder these are of small power Compar'd with that most glorious sparkling Tower His soul that these flames only purifie And brighter made so that we may descry Our conquering glory o're the worlds great same In which he is a Mirror still the same And shall our light afflictions temporary Discourage us from climing to thy glory And drive us from thy service by such Toyes As Satan casts to hinder purer Joyes No thou dost skreen thy love in discontent And shewest thy goodness in our punishment And whilst we do most foolishly repine And grumble at this providence of thine Being two much troubled at the smallest cross Of wealth and Honor which doe us so toss With vain affections shews we cannot take Danger of sufferings for thy blessed sake But are without true sence of thy dear Love And the Celestial Glory that 's above Treasur'd for us our duty 's to submit To thy blest will and all thou thinkest fit Triumphing in our sufferings not repine Lord bow our wills unto that will of thine Eternal wisdom Let it now be done To thine own Glory and thine only Son Romans 6.12 and part of 21. Let not Sin therefore raign in you mortal bodies that you should obey in the Lusts thereof For the end of these things are Death THe Blest and Learn'd Apostle here doth Preach Attonement made by Christ doth likewise teach Th' effects and power of Baptism here on earth Saying we'er all Baptiz'd into his Death And shall be surely raised from the Grave By th' only power of him that did us save From Death Eternal and may freely walk In a renewed Life and thereof talk To th' comfort of our Souls and Crucifie Our foul affections wherein we descry Sins large dominion in us it 's recoyl'd Which only Christ in Love did reconcile Made us alive to God by 's intercession Therefore let sin not raign to the transgression Of Gods most Holy will nor yet obey The raging Lusts thereof which do bear sway Within our mortal bodies while w'have breath Remembring that the end thereof is Death who 'l fancy such felicity on earth Which quite expireth with this present breath And the reward of Lusts will surely be Filled with horror and calamity Had we no hopes and were our sences gone Had we no thoughts of a Resurrection To raise again decayed natures frame To a more noble shape than is the same Then might we well thus drown our selves in pleasure And think on Heaven at our remotest leasure Like Epicures Study and still invent New fashioned Luxury with an intent For to be thought ingenious Rich in Wit And take felicity to revel in it Thinking that all confusion would do well And make no reckning either of Heaven or Hell But mingle all into a wild confusion By making such Athistical conclusion Yea deem 't no scandal for to be thus hurld To Blasphemy as for to think the world Is without God no stop thy prophane breath Sins certain wages is eternal death 'T is not the fear of death that takes thee hence But the horror of a guilty conscience That doth affright thee when the sting of death Seizeth our vital parts and stops our breath The memory of our sins doth smartly sting Awakened conscience when we'er hovering Over our Graves where we must soon be laid Then Hell and Judgment make us most afraid Who suffred sin to vaunt thus in our blood Following our Lusts and shunning what is good Tell me O thou who makest Earth thy Treasure And wrapst thy self up in the softest pleasure 'T is but a little Span before thine eyes With age grown weak and weary yea despise Such objects when each tired limb doth crack With anguish of those pains thy crimes did make Which were th'officious instruments to act Sins fatal Scene and following the tract Of Lusts and Luxury rev'ling with heat That sets thy darling body in a sweat Afflicts thee with the terrors of these fires Which thou hast kindled with thy foul desires Strictly examine now thy self vain man Whether these flattering false enjoyments can Restore thy soul which they have stoln from Heaven Recover it again and so make even That long and vast accompt which heretofore Thou hast laid by and set it on the score Of thy blest Saviour stop I say bewail The memory of thy crimes and so prevail To get that pardoning mercy that doth heal All broken hearts that unto Christ appeal Breathing such aires whose Musick soon would charm Like Davids Harp 't will drive away all harm Still conscience cries make Musick to delight Th' Almighties ears and bring thee to his sight Where are those fond diversions that did take Up thy vain thoughts and did as shadows make A transcient splendor which prov'd little gain It could not bribe thy pardon nor obtain The least reprieve to keep thee from the Grave Or be a means at all thy soul to save See ye blind Lovers of this Mass of Clay How quickly your enjoymonts fade away Being built on such Foundations which do slide And turn to Rubbish it will not abide Your vain felicities they have no power For to secure you in the latest hour Yea that impartial Conqueror pale Death Will seize your Vitals and stop your Breath Such as delight in pleasures live in flame And Death will bring them Torments Hell and Shame All that now spurn at Virtue and it Scoff Following vain pleasures and the Lusts thereof Bewitching World thou thou betray'st our sence And smoothly wheels us to impenitence Making transitory pleasures our delight And through dark mists leads to Eternal night Yet we imbrace and hug the waies of Sin And with a pleasing madness live therein Stopping our ears to the profers of thy Love The which would raise us to the joyes above Wildly we follow the dictates of sence And all those vile affections flowing thence Pitty O Lord our Captiv'd natures frail And give us such desires as may prevail Over our Lusts that our whole Souls may be Breathings in perfect longings after thee With holy servency whilst
we have breath Knowing that sins reward is certain Death Matthew 15.28 And he said unto her O Woman great is thy Faith BLest importunity that did procure An answer so Divine that did assure The poor impatient woman in distress Of'r Daughters cure to ease her heaviness Her answers were so pious they did tell That in her breast did all the graces dwell And richer Mines of Treasure there were hid Then Princes Crowns though highly valued All Palestine and the rich Spices there Could not procure a Cordial to compare With her strong Faith which could have no denial But cur'd two Souls sans any further trial Save only this the great Physitian saith Unto this suppliant Great is thy Faith Faith is a grace prevails with God above To work great wonders Mountains to remove To smooth the rugged Ocean for a walk For Peters feet to hear his Saviour talk It stops the Mouths of Lyons quenches fire 'T was the Centurians Faith got his desire It cures the blind in Scripture we may see Our Saviour saith Thy Faith hath saved thee And yet the Faith that hath such wonders wrought Is quite neglected and not duly sought Some place the greatness of their Faith in merit And think thereby Salvation to in herit In many such a fancy there doth dwell They think it Faith enough for to do well But naked speculations will not get The heavenly prize 't is vanity to set Our faith in our abilities parts This is a doctrine which exceeds all arts Faith 's rooted in the soul most firm and stable By which the Blessed Abraham was able For to believe Gods promise true to bless His seed which God did count his righteousness 'T is not profession only that makes noise But wee must practice to obtain true Joyes Yet mourning souls when they do sigh and groan Are in the road unto the heavenly Throne They 'l find acceptance pardon for defects Which doth our souls and bodies thus perplex Let no one think he can take to much pain To be assur'd that Heaven he shall attain Thus was the Womans faith so firmly fixt That it no shew of doubting with it mixt The eccho of the voice did straight affright Foul Sathan from his hold not all his might Could keep possession when our Saviour Spake He quickly vanisht and did her for sake Thus doth our faiths divine all powerful Charmes Drive Satan to his Chain and free all harmes Raiseth immortal statues to the Just And makes their names venerable in dust Yea seals their happiness for ever sure With Christ in glory ever to endure Thou sent'st thy Son O Lord for us to Die That we through him might gain eternity Him whom thou hast advanc'd above all things Is pleas'd to take us under his blest wings That we may have the triumphs of his Cross And afterward Heavens glory without loss Let not the miseries of our patures frail Which first did with thy mercies rich prevail Oh let not these which only know thy power More zealously acknowledge thee each hour Than we to whom thou manifests thy love And claim an interest in thy Christ above Let us be ever thankful for his merit By whose rich bounty we shall sure inherit The heavenly mansions and shall ever be Above faith there to wait all times on thee That faith with which thou givest every grace And without which we nere shall see thy face Teach us thy mercies so far to apply That we neglect not means and so relie On faith that 's dead or on a vaine dissembling Salvation's had by faith faith 's Join'd with trembling John 12.2 But Lazarus was one of those that sat at the Table with him DId Jews take Councel for to put to Death The blessed Lord of Life which gave them breath Was he aware of their most barbarous talk That openly with them he would not walk But came to Bethani where Lazarus lay And there he freely Supt and made some stay Where Martha ferv'd as well as she was able And Lazarus one of them that sate at Table Could Lazarus eat and did his stomack crave That was so lately risen from the Grave Is his late Tomb a Table now his dress That bound his head his Napkin at that Mess He that but now feasted the worms for meat Doth feast himself and with the Living eat The Mercies of our God's above all things He sets at Table with the King of Kings There hath been some all liveless pall stretcht out For Coffin until others went about To tin that spark of life that close lay hid As glimering in the heart not wholly dead And by endeavors have call'd back that heat Which hath enabled them again to eat But here 't was otherwise with Lazarus As Holy Writings testifie to us He 's rais'd from real death yet Martha cry'd Lord if thou hadst been here he had not dy'd Behold him now as risen from his bed All flesh and life no whit disfigured Perfect and whole really rendred able To feast himself with joy at the same table Where his redeemer supt a blessed feast Where Lazarus is admitted to be Guest He 's throng'd with multitudes aged and younger Which came to be spectators of the wonder Yet would not believe the power that wrought it But wickedly oppos'd and never sought it Thy thought of beaven on earth inricht with treasures Elysian fields or such like feigned pleasures Restored Lazarus though thou hast new breath There is a time will bring a second death Yet thou art happy in the sacred story Inricht with that entitles thee to glory A happiness indeed beyond expression Death will thee bring unto the full possession Of the blest Mansions with the Saints in bliss Where Angels Sing and every Comfort is Come tell me Lazarus didst thou e're believe T' enjoy the world again and to receive Thy rise from grave before the general day And grand assize which we must obey Thy sisters doubted it but yet did see This miracle of mercy shewed to thee Who wilt so walk and be a great adorer Of breath divine That was thy great restorer What numbers of expiring souls are frighted At the horror of those crimes that once delighted Their sensual appetites The dying man Scar'd with his pains would leng then out his Span And gladly turn their late profaner ayres To penetential sighs and earnest prayers New tune their lives into most pious strains And be sufficient gainers for their pains He that defers it to the latest hour Shall find his weakness will not have the power And vigor of that zeal that should invoke Mercy divine for to remove the Yoke Of sin that doth so heavy on us lie And so benumbs us that we can't descry Our sins aright the which we must confess With truth of heart and humble holiness Therefore we should make use of strength and parts To invocate that God which searches hearts And though his Judgments high are and sublime He saith to