such a root Vertue divine and genuine wants not from pride to shoor CV Such deeds as you are worse then pooâ— they are but sins guilt over With silver dross whose glistering gloss â—an them no longer cover The best of them would you condemn and â—uine you alone Alâ—hough you were from faults so clear that other you had none CVI. Your gold is dross youâ— silver brass your righteousness is sin And think you by such honesty Eternall life to win You much mistake if for it's sake you dream of acceptation Whereas the same deserveth shame and meriteth damnation CVII A wond'rous Crowd then 'gan aloud thus for themselves to say We did intend Lord to mend and to reform our way Ouâ— true intent was to repent and make our peace with thee But sudden death stopping our breath left us no libertee CVIII Short was our time for in his prime our youthful flow'r was cropt We dy'd in youth before full growth so was our purpose stopt Let our good will to turne from ill and sin to have forsaken Accepted be O Lord by thee and in good part be taken CIX To whom the Judg Where you alledge the shortness of the space That from your biâ—th you liv'd on earth to compass Sâ—ving Grace It was free-grace that any space waâ— given you at all To turn from evil defie the Devil and upon God to call CX One day one week wherein to seek Gods face with all your hearts A favour was that far did pass the best of your deserts You had a season what was your Reason such preciouâ— hours to waste What could you find what could you mind that was of greater haste CXI Could you find time for vain pastime for loose licentious mirth For fruitless toys and fading joyes that perish in the birth Had you good leisure for Carnal pleasure in days of health and youth And yet no space to seek Gods face and turn to him in truth CXII In younger years beyond your fears what if you were surprised You put away the evil day and of long life devised You oft were told and might behold that Death no age would spare Why then did you your time foreslow and slight your Souls welfare CXIII Hâ—d your intent been to Repent and had you it desir'd There would have been endeavours seen before your time expir'd God makes no â—reasure nor hath he pleasure in idle purpoâ—es Such fair pretences are foul offences and cloaks for wickedness CXIV Then were brought in and charg'd with sin another Compaâ—y Who by Petition obtain'd permission to make apology They argued We were mis-led as is well known to thee By their Example that had more ample abilities than we CXV Such as profest we did detest and hate each wicked way Whose seeming grace whil'st we did trace our Souls were led astray When men of Parts Learning and Arts professing Piety Did thus and thus it seem'd to us we might take liberty CXVI The Judge Replies I gave you eyes aâ—d light to see your way Which had you lov'd and well improv'd you had not gone astray My Word was pure the Rule was sure why did you it forsake Or thereon trample and men's Example your Directory make CXVII This you well know that God is true and that most men are liars In word professing holiness in deed thereof deniersâ— O simple â—ools that having Rules your lives to Regulate Would them refuse and rather chuse vile men to imitate CXVIII But Lord say they we weâ—â— astray and did more wickedly By means of those whom thou hast chose Salvations Heirs to be To whom the Judge What you alledge doth nothing help the case But makes appear how vile you were and rend'reth you more baâ—e CXIX You understood that what was good was to be â—ollowed And that you ought that which was nought to have relinquished Contrariwise it was your guise only to imitate Good mens defects and their neglects that were Regenerate CXX But to express their holiness or imitate their Grace Yet little caâ—'d not once prepar'd your hearts to seek my face They did Repent and truly Rent their hearts for all known sin You did Offend but not Amend to follow them therein CXXI We had thy Word said some O Lord but wiser men then wee Could never yet interpret it but always disagree How could we fools be led by Rules so far beyond our ken Which to explain did so much pain and puzzle wisest men CXXII Was all my Word obscure and hard the Judge then answered It did contain much Truth so plain you might have run and read But what was hard you never car'd to know nor studied And things that were most plain and clear you never practised CXXIII The Mystery of Pieâ—y God unto Babes reveals When to the wise he it denies and from the world coâ—ceals If â—o fulfill Gods holy will had seemed good to you You would have sought light as you ought and done the good yâ—u knew CXXâ—V Then came in view anoâ—her Crew and 'gan to make their plea's Amongst the rest some of the best had such poor â—hifts as these Thou know'st right well who all canst tell we liv'd amongst thy foes Who the Renate did sorely hate and goodness much oppose CXXV We Holiness durst not profess fearing to be forlorn Of all our friends and for amends to be the wicked's scorn We knew theiâ— anger would much endanger our lives and our estates Therefore for fear we durst appear no better than our mates CXXVI To whom the Lord returns this word O wonderful deceits To cast off aw of Gods strict Law and fear mens wrath and thâ—eats To fear Hell-fire and Gods fierce ire less then the rage of men As if Gods wrath could do less scath than wrath of bretheren CXXVII To use such strife to temp'ral life to rescue and secure And be so bâ—ind as not to mind that life that will endure This was youâ— case who carnal peace more then â—â—ue joyes did savour Who fed on dusâ— clave to your lust and spurned at my â—avour CXXVIII To please your kin mens loves to win to flow in woâ—ldly wealth To save your skin these things have bin more than Eternal health You had your choice wherein rejoyce it was your portion For which you chose your Souls t' expose unto Perdition CXXIX Who did not hate friends life and state with all things else for me And all forsake and 's Cross up take shall never happy be Well worthy they do die for ay who death then life had rather Death is their due that so value the friendship of my Father CXXX Others argue and not a few is not God gracious His Equity and Clemency are they not marvellous Thus we believ'd are we deceiv'd cannot his Mercy great As hath been told to us of old asswage his anger's heat CXXXI How can it be that God should see his Creatures endless pain Oâ— hear their groans or ruefull moanes and still his wrath retain Can it
yea Serpents generation Who do not fear this doom to hear and sentence of Dâ—mnation CLXXXV This is their state so deâ—perate their sins are fully known Their vaniâ—ies and villanies Before the world are shown As they are gross and impious so are their numbers more Then motes i' th' air or then their hair or sands upon the shore CLXXXVI Divine Justice offended is aâ—d Satisfaction claimeâ—h Gods wrathful ire kindled like fire against them fiercely flameth Their Judge severe doth quite cashire and all their Pleas off take That never a man or dare or can a further Answer make CLXXXVII Their mouthes are shut each man iâ— put to silence and to shame Nor have they ought within their thought Christs Justice for to blame The Judge is just and plague them must nor will he mercy shew For Mercy 's day is past away to any of this Crew CLXXXVIII The Judge is strong doers of wrong cannot his Power withstand None can by flight run out of sight nor scape out of his hand Sad is their staâ—e for Advocate to plead their Cause there 's none None to prevent their punishment or misery to bemoâ—e CLXXXIX O dismal day whither shall they for help or succour flee To God above with hopes to move their greatest Enemee His wrath is gâ—eat whose burning heat to flood of Tears can â—lake His word stands fast that they be cast into the burning Lake CXC To Chrâ—st their Judge he doth adjudge them to the Pit of Sorrow Nor will he hear or cry or tear nor respite them on morrow To Heav'n Alas they cannot pass it is against them shut To enter there O heavy chear they out of hopes are put CXCI. Uâ—to their Treasures or to their Pleasures all these have been forsaken Had they full Coffers to make large offers their Gold would not be taken Unto the place where whilome was their birth and education Lo Christ begins for their great sins to fire the Earths foundation CXCII And by and by the flaming Sky shall drop like moulten Lead About their ears t' increase their fears and aggravate their dread To Angels good that ever stood in their integrity Should they betake themselves and make their suit incessantly CXCIII They neither skill nor do they will to work them any ease They will not mourn to see them burn nor beg for their release To wicked men their brethren in sin and wickedness Should they make mone their case is one they 're in the same distress CXCIV Ah cold comfort and mean support from such like Comforters Ah little joy of Company and fellow-sufferers Such shall increase their hearts disease and add unto their wo Because that they brought to decay themselves and many moe CXCV. Unto the Saints with sad complaints should they themselves apply They 're not dejected nor ought affected with all their misery Friends stand aloof and make no proof what Prayers or Tears can do Your godly friends are now more friends to Christ then unto you CXCVI. Where tender love mens hearts did move unto a sympathy And bearing part of others smart in their anxiety Now such compassion is out of fashion and wholly laid aside No friend so near but Saints to hear their judgement can abide CXCVII One natural Brother beholds another in this astonied fit Yet sorrows not thereat a jot nor pities him a whit The godly wife conceives no grief nor can she shed a tear For the sad state of her dear Mate when she his doom doth hear CXCVIII. He that was erst a Husband pierc't with sense of Wives distress Whose tender heart did bear a part of all her grievances Shall mourn no more as heretofore because of her ill plight Although he see her now to be a damn'd forsaken wight CXCIX The tender Mother will own no other of all her numerous brood But such as stand at Christs right hand acquitted through his Blood The pious Father had now much rather his graceless Son should lye In Hell with Devils for all his evils burning eternally CC. Then God most High should injury by sparing him sustain And doth rejoyce to hear Christs voice adjudging him to pain Who having all both great and small convinc't and silenced Did then proceed their Doom to read and thus it uttered CCI. Ye â—inful wights and cursed sprights that work Iniquity Depart together from me for ever to endless Misery Your portion take in that sad Lake where Fire and Brimstone flameth Suffer the smart which your desert as its duâ— wages claimeth CCII. Oh pierceing words more sharp then Swords what to depart from Thee Whose face before for evermore the best of Pleasures be What! to depart unto our smart from thee Eternally To be for ay banish't away with Devils company CCIII What! to be sent to Punishment and flames of Burning Fire To be surrounded and eke confounded with God's Revengeful Ire What! to abide not for a tide these Torments but for Ever To be released or to be eased not after years but Never CCIV. Oh fearful Doom now there 's no room for hope or help at all Sentence is past which ay shall last Christ will not it recall There might you hear them rent and tear the Air with their out-câ—ies The hideous noise of their sad voice ascendeth to the skies CCV They wring their hands their caitiff-hands and gnash their teeth for terrour They cry they rore for anguish sore and gnaw their tongues for horrour But get away without delay Christ pities not your cry Depart to Hellâ— there may you yell and roar Eternally CCVI. That word Depart maugre their heart drives every wicked one With mighty pow'r the self-same hour far from the Judges throne Away they 're cast by the strong blast of his Death-threatning mouth They â—lee full fast as if in hast although they be full loath CCVII. As chaff that 's dry and dust doth fly before the Northern wind Right so are they chased away and can no Refuge find They hasten to the Pit of wo guarded by Angels stout Who to fulfil Christ's holy will attend this wicked Rout. CCVIII Whom having brought as they are taught unto the brink of Hell That dismal place far from Christ's face where Death and Darkness dwell Where God's fierce ire kindleth the fire and Vengeance feeds the flame With piles of wood and brimstone flood that none can quench the same CCIX. With Iron bands they bind their hands and cursed feet together And cast them all both great and small into that Lake for ever Where day and night without respite they wail and cry and howl For tor'â—ring pain which they sustain in Body and in Soul CCX For day and night in their despight their torments smoak ascendeth Their pain and grief have no relief their anguish never endeth There must they lye and never dye though dying every day There must they dying ever lye and not consume away CCXI. Dye fain they would if dye they couâ— but death will not be hadâ—
to bear Gods Vengeance for EVER The thought of this more bitter is then all they feel beside Yet what they feel nor heart of steel roâ— flesh of brass can ' bide XXI To lie in wo and undergo the direful pains of Hell And know withal that there they shall for ay and ever dwell And that they are from rest as far when fifty thousand year Twice told are spent in punishment as when they first came there XXII This Oh! this makes Hell's fiery flakes much more intollerable This makes frail wights and damned sprighâ— to bear their Plagues unable This makes men bite for â—ell despite their very tongues in twain This makes them roar for great horâ—or and trebleth all their pain A POSTSCRIPT UNTO THE READER ANd now good Reader I return again To talk with thee who hast been at the pain To read throughout and heed what went before And unto thee I 'l speak a little more Give ear I pray thee unto what I say That God may hear thy voice another day Thou hast a Soul my friend and so have I To save or lose a soul that cannot die A Soul of greater price than Gold or Gems A Soul more worth than Crowns and Diadems A Soul at first created like its Maker And of Gâ—ds Image made to be partaker Upon the wings of noblest Faculties Taught for to soar above the starry skies And noâ— to rest until it understood It self possessed oâ— the chiefest Goodâ— And since the Faâ—l thy â—oul retaineth still The Faculties of Reason and of Will But Oh! how much deprav'd and out of â—rame As if they were some others not the same Thine Understanding dismally benighted And Reasons eye in spir'tual things dimâ—sightedâ— Or else stark blind thy Will inclin'd to evil And nothing else a slave unto the Devilâ— That loves to live and liveth to transgress But shuns thâ— ways of God and holiness All thine affections are disordered And thou by headstrong passions art misled What need I tell thee of thy crooked way And many wicked wandrings every day Or that thy own transgressions are more In number then the sands upon the shore Thou art a lump of wickedness become And mayst with horrour think upon thy doom Until thy soul be washed in the floud Of Christs most dear soul-cleansing precious bloud That that alone can do away thy sin Which thou wert born and hast long lived in That only that can pacifie Gods wrath If apprehended by a lively faith Now whil'st the day and means of grace doth last Before the opportunity be pastâ— But if O man thou liv'st a Christless creature And death surprize thee in a state of nature As who can tell but that may be thy â—ase How wilt thou stand before thy Judges face When he shall be reveal'd in flaming fireâ— And come to pay ungodly men their hire To execute due vengeance upon those That know him not or that have been his foes What wilt thou answer unto his demands When he requires a reason at thine hands Of all the things that thou hast said or done Or left undone or set thine heart upon When he shall thus wiâ—h thee expostulate What cause hadst thou thy Maker for to hate To take up arms against thy Soveraign And enmity against him to maintain What injury hath God Almighty done thee What good hath he withheld that might have woâ— thee What evil or injustice hast thou found In him that might unto thy hurt redound If neither felt nor â—eared injury Hath moved thee to such hostility What made thee then the Fountain to forsake And unto broken Pits thy self betake What reason hadst thou to dishonour God Who theâ— with Mercies never ceast to load Because the Lord was good hast thou been evil And taken part against him with the Devil For all his cost to pay him with despite And all his love with hatred to requite Is this the fruit oâ— Gods great paâ—ience To wax more bold in disobedience To kick against the bowels of his love Is this aright his bounty to improve Stand still ye Heav'ns and be astonished That God by man should thus be injured Give ear O Earth and tremble at the sin Of those that thine Inhabitants have bin But thou vile wretch hast added unto all Thine other faults and facts so criminal The damning sin of wilful Unbelief Of all Transgressors hadst thou been the chief Yet when time was thou mightst have been set free From sin and wrath and punishment by me But thou wouldst not accept of Gospel grace Nor on my terms eternal life embrace As if all thy breaches of Gods Law Were not enough upon thy head to draw Eteâ—nal wrath thou hast despis'd a Saviour Rejected me and trampled on my favour How oâ—t have I sâ—ood knocking aâ— thy door And been denied entrance evermore How often hath my Spirit been withstood Whenas I sent him to have done thee good Thou hast no need of any one to plead Thy cause or for thy Soul to intercede Plead for thy self if thou hast ought to say And pay thy forfeitures without delay Behold thou dost ten thousand Talents owe Or pay thy debt or else to prison go Think think O man when Christ shall thus unfold Thy secret guilt and make thee to behold The ugly face of all thy sinful errours And fill thy face with his amazing terrours And let thee see the flaming pit of hell Where all that have no part in him shall dwel When he shall thus expoâ—â—ulate the case How cansâ— thou bear to look him in the face What wilt thou do without an Advocate Or plead when as thy state is desperate Dost think to put him off with fair pretences Or wilt thou hide and cover thine offences Can any thing from him concealed be Who doth the hidden things of darkness see Art thou of force his power to withstand Canst thou by might escape out of his hand Dost thou intend to run out of his sight And save thy self from punishment by flight Or wilt thou be eternally accurst And ' bide his vengeance let him do his worst Oh who can bear his indignations heat Or ' bide their pains oâ— hell which are so great Iâ— then thou neither cansâ— his wrath endure Nor any ransome after death procure If neither Cries nor Tears can move his heart To pardon thee or mitigate thy smartâ— But unto Hell thou must perforce be sent With dismal horrour and astonishment Consider O my Friends what cause thou hast With fear and trembling while as yet thou mayst To lay to heart thy sin and misery And to make out after the Remedy Consider well the greatness of thy danger O child of wrath and object of Gods anger Thou hangest over the infernal pit By one small thread and car'sâ— thou not a whit There 's but a sâ—ep between thy soul and death Nothing remains but stopping of thy breath Which may be done to morrow or before And then thou art undone for
evermore Let this awaken thy security And make thee look about thee speedily How canst thou rest an hour â—r sleep a night Or in thy creature comforts take delight Or with vain toys thy self forgetful make How near thou art unto the burning Lake How canst thou live without tormenting fears How canst thou hold from weeping flouds of tears Yea tears of bloud I might almost have said If such like tears could from thine eyes be shed To gain the world what will it profit thee And lose thy soul and self eternally Eternity on one small point dependeth The man is lost that this short life mis spendeth For as the Tree doth fall right so it lies And man continues in what sâ—ate he dies Who happy die shall happy rise again Who cursed diâ— shall cursed still remain If under sin and wrath death leaves thee bound At Judgement under wrath thou shalt be found And then wo wo that ever thou wert born O wretched man of heaven and earth forlorn Consider this all ye that God forget Who all his threatnings at nought do set Leâ—â— into pieces he begin to tear Your souls and there be no deliverâ—r O you that now sing care and fear away Think oâ—ten of that â—ormidable day Wherein the Heav'ns with a mighty noise And with an hideous heart-confounding voice Shall pass away together being roll'd As men are wont their garments up to fold When th' Elements with â—ervent heat shall melt And living creatures in the same shall swelt And all together in those flames expire Which set the earth's foundations on fire Oh what amazement will your hearts be in And how will you to curse your selves begin For all your damned sloth and negligence And unbelief and gross impenitence When you shall hear that dreadful Sentence pasâ— That all the wicked into hell be cast What horrour will your consciences â—uâ—prise When you shall hear the fruitless-doleful cries Of such as are compelled to depart Unto the place of everlasting smart What when you see the sparks flie out of hell And view the Dungeon where you are to dwell Wherein you must eternally remain In anguish and intollerable pain What when your hands and feet are bound togetheâ— And you are cast into that Lake for ever Then shall you feel the truth of what you hear That hellish pains are more then you can bear And that those torments are an hundred fold More terrible then ever you were told Nor speak I this good Reader to torment thee Before the time but rather to prevent thee From running headlong to thine own decay In such a perillous and deadly way We who have known and felt Jehovah's terrours Perswade men to repent them of their errours And turn to God in time ere his Decree Bring forth and then there be no remedee If in the night when thou art fast asleep Some friend of thine that better watch doth keep Should see thy house all on a burning flame And thee almost inclosed with the same If such a friend should break thy door wake thee Or else by force out of the peril take thee What wouldst thou take his kindneâ—s in ill part Or frown upon him for his good desert Such O my friend such is thy present state And danger being unregenerate Awake awake and then thou shalt perceive Thy peril greater then thou wilt believe Lift up thine eyes and â—ee Gods wrathful ire Preparing unextinguishable fire For all that live and die impenitent Awake awake O sinner and repent And quarrel not because I thus alarm Thy Soul to save it from eternal harm Perhaps thou harbourest such thoughts as these I hope I may enjoy my carnal ease A little longer and my self refresh With those delights that gratifie the flesh And yet repent before it be too late And get into a comfortable state I hope I have yet mâ—ny years to spend And time enough those matters to attend Presumptuous heart is God engag'd to give A longer time to such as love to live Like Rebels still who think to stain his Glory By wickedness and after to be sorry Unto thy lust shall he be made a drudge Who thee and all ungodly men shall judge Canst thou account sin sweet and yet confess That first or last it ends in bitterness Is sin a thing that must procure thee sorrow And wouldst thou dally with 't another morrow O foolish man who lovest to enjoy That which will thee distress or else destroy What gained Samson by his Dalilah What gained David by his Bâ—thsheba The one became a slave lost both his eyes And made them sport that were his enemies The other penneth as a certain token Of God's displeasure that his bones were broken Read whoso list and ponder what he reads And he shall find small joy in evil deeds Moreover this consider that the longer Thou liv'st in sin thy sin will grow the stronger And then it will an harder matter prove To leave those wicked haunts that thou dost love The Blackmore may as eas'ly change his skin As old tranâ—gressours leave their wonted sin And who can tell what may become of thee Or where thy Soul in one days time may be We see that Death nor old nor young men spares Bur one and other takes at unawares For in a moment whilst men Peace do cry Destruction seizeth on them suddenly Thou who this morning art a living wight Mayst be a Corps and damned Ghost ere night Oh dream not then that it will serve the turn Upon thy death-bed â—or thy sins to mourn But think how many have been snatch'd away And had no time for Mercy once to pray It 's just with God Repentance to deny To such as put it off until they dyâ— And late Repentance seldom proveth true Which if it fail thou know'st what must ensue For after this short life is at an end What is amiss thou never canst amend Believe O man that to procrastinate And to put off until it be too late As 't is thy sin so is it Satans wile Whereby he doth great multitudes beguileâ— How many thousands hath this strong delusion Already brought to ruin and conâ—usion Whose souls are now reserv'd in Iron Chains Under thick darkness to eternal pains They thought of many years as thou dost now But were deceived quite and so mayst thou Oh then my friend while not away thy time Nor by Rebellion aggravate thy Crime Oh put not off Repentance till to morrow Adventure not without God's leave to borrow Another day to spend upon thy lust Lest God that is most holy wise and just Denounce in wrath and to thy terrour say This night shall Devils â—etch thy Soul away Now seek the face of God with all thy heart Acknowledge unto him how vile thou art â—ell him thy sins deserve eternal wrath And that it is a wonder that he hath Permitted thee so long to draw thy breath Who might have cut thee off by sudden death And sent thy Soul
unto the lowest Pit From whence no price should ever ransom it And that he may most justly do it still Because thou hast deserv'd it if he will Yet also tell him that if he shall please He can forgive thy sins and thee release And that in Christ his Son he may be just And justifie all those that on him trust That though thy sins are of a Crimson dye Yet Christ his bloud can cleanse thee thorowly Tell him that he may make his glorious Name More wonderful by covering thy â—hame That Mercy may be greatly magnify'd And Justice also fully satisfy'd If he shall please to own thee in his Son Who hath paid dear for Mans Redemption Tell him thou hast an unbelieving heart Which hindreth thee â—rom coming for a part In Christ and that although his terrours aw thee Thou canst not come til he be pleas'd to draw thee Tell him thou know'st thy heart to be so bad And thy condition so exceeding sad That though Salvation may be had for nought Thou canst not come and take till thou be brought Oh beg of him to bow thy stubborn will To come to Christ that he thy lusts may kill Look up to Christ for his attractive pow'r Which he exerteth in a needful hour Who saith When as I lifted up shall be Then will I draw all sorts of men to me Oh wait upon him with due diligence And trembling fear in every Ordinance Unto his Call earnest attention give Whose voice makes deaf men hear dead men liveâ— Thus weep and mourn thus hearken pray wait Till he behold and pity thine estate Who is more ready to bestow his Grace Then thou the same art ready to embrace Yea he hath might enough to bring thee home Though thou hast neither strength nor wil to come If he delay to answer thy Request Know that oft times he doth it for the best Not with intent to drive us from his doore But â—or to make us importune him more Or else to bring us duely to conâ—ess And be convinc't of our unworthiness Oh be not weary then but persevere To beg his Grace till he thy suit shall hear And leave him not nor â—rom his footstool goâ— Till over thee Compassion's skirt he throw Eternal life will recompence thy pains If â—ound at last with Everlasting gains For if the Lord be pleas'd to hear thy cries And to forgive thy great iniquities Thou wilt have cause for ever to admire And laud his Grace that granted thy desire Theu shalt thou find thy labour is not lost But that the good obtain'd surmounts the cost Nor shalt thou grieve for loss of sinâ—ul pleasures Exchang'd sor heavenly joyes lasting treasures The yoke of Christ which once thou didst esteem A tedious yoke shall then most easie â—eem For why The love oâ— Christ shall thee constrain To take delight in that which was thy pain The ways of Wisdom shall be pleasant ways And thou shalt chuse therein to spend thy daysâ— If once thy Soul be brought to such a pass O bless the Lord and magnifie his Grace Thou that of late hadâ—t reason to be sad May'st now rejoyce and be exceeding glad For thy condition is as happy now As erst it was disconsolate and low Thou art become as rich as whilome poor As blessed now as cursed heretofore For being cleansed with Christs precious bloud Thou hast an intr'est in the Chiefest Good God's anger is towards thy soul appeased And in his Christ he is with thee well-pleased Yea he doth look upon thee with a mild And gracious aspect as upon his child He is become thy Father and thy Friend And will defend thee from the cursed Fiend Thou need'st not fear the roaring Lions rage Since God Almighty doth himself engage To bear thy Soul in Everlasting Arms Above the reach of all destructive harms Whats'ever here thy sufferings may be Yet â—rom them all the Lord shall rescue thee He will preserve thee by his wond'rous might Unto that rich Inheritance in light Oh sing for joy all ye Regenerate Whom Christ hath brought into this blessed state O love the Lord all ye his Saints who hath Redeemed you from everlasting wrath Who hath by dying made your Souls to live And what he dearly bought doth freely give Give up your selves to walk in all his ways And study how to live unto his praise The time is â—hort you have to â—erve him here The day of your deliverance draweth near Lift up your heads ye upright ones in heart Who in Christ's Purchase have obtain'd a partâ— Behold he rides upon a shining Cloud With Angels voice and Trumpet sounding loud He comes to save his folk from all their foes And plague the men that Holiness oppose So come Lord Iesus quickly come we pray Yea come and hasten our Redemption day A SONG of EMPTINESS to fill up the Empty Pages following VANITY OF VANITIES VAin frail shore-liv'd and miserable man Learn what thou art when thine estate is best A restless Wave o' th' troubled Ocean A Dream a lifeless Picture finely drest A Wind a Flower a Vapour and a Bubble A Wheel that stands not still and a trembling Reed A rolling Stone dry dust light Chaff and Stubble A Shadow of something but nought indeed Learn what dâ—ceitful Toys and empty things This World and all its best Enjoyments be Out of the Earth no true Contentment springs But all things here are vexing Vanitee For what is Beauty but a fading Flower Oâ— what is Pleasure but the Devils bait Whereby he catchâ—th whom he would devour And multitudes of Souls doth ruinate And what are Friends but mortal men as we Whom Death from us may quicklâ— separate Or else their hearts may quite estranged be And all their love be turned into hate And what aâ—e Riches to be doted on Vncertain fickle and ensnaring things They draw mens Souls into Perdition And when most needed take thâ—m to their wings Ah foolish man that sets his heart upon Such empty shadows such wild fowl as these That being gotten will be quickly gone And whil'st they stay increase but his disease As in a Dropsie drinking drought begâ—ts The more he drinks the more he still requires So on this World whosâ— affection sets His Wealth 's encrease encreaseth his desires O happy man whose Portion is above Where Floodsâ— where Flames where Foes cannot bereave him Most wretched man that fixed hath his love Vpon this World that surely will deceive him For what is Honour what is Sov'raignty Whereto mens hearts so restlesly aspire Whom have they Crowned with Felicity When did they ever satiâ—fie desire The Ear of man with hearing is not fill'd To see new sights â—till coveteth the Eye The croking Stomack though it may be still'd Yet crokes again without a new supply All earthly things mans cravings answer not Whose little Heart would all the world contain If all the world should fall to one mans Lot And notwithstanding empty still remain The Eastern Conquerour was said to weep When he the Indian Ocean did view To see his conquests bounded by the Deep And no more woâ—lds remaining to be subdue Who would that man in his Enjoyments bless Or envy him or covet his estate Whose gettings do augment his greediness And make his Wishes more intemperate Such is the wonted and the common guise Of those on Earth that bear the greatest sway If with a few the case be otherwise Tâ—ey seek a Kingdom that abides for ay Moreover they of all the Sons of men That Rule and are in highest Places set Are most inclin'd to scorn their Brethren And God himself without great Grace forget For as the Sun doth blind the gazers eyes That for a time they nought discern aright So Honour doth befool and blind the Wise And their own Lustre ' reaves them of their sight Great are their Dangers manifold their Cares Through which whil'st others sleep they scarcely nap And yet are oft surprized unawares And fall unweeting into Envies Trap. The mean Mechanick finds his kindly rest All void of fear sleepeâ—h the Countrey Clown When greatest Princes often are distrest And cannot sleep upon their Beds of Down Could Strength or Valour men Immortalize Could Wealth or Honour keep them from decay There were some cause the same to Idolize And give the lye to that which I do say But neither can such things themselves endure Without the hazzard of a Change one hour Nor such as trust in them can they secure From dismal days or Deaths prevailing power If Beauty could the beautiful defend From Deaths dominion then fair Absalome Had not been brought to such a shameful end But fair and foul unto the Grave must come If Wealth or Scepters could Immortal make Then wealthy Croesus wherefore art thou dead If Warlike Force which makes the World to quake Then why is Julius Caesar perished Where are the Scipio'â— Thunderbolts of War Victorious Pompey Cesars Enemee Stout Hannibal Rome's Terrour known so far Great Alexander what 's become of thee If Gifts and Bribes Deaths favour might but win If Power it force or Threatnings might it fray All these and more had still surviving bin But all are gone for Death will take no Nay Such is this World with all her Pomp and Glory Such are the men whom worldly eyes admire Cut down by Time and now become a Story That we might after better things aspire Go boaâ—t thy self of what thine heart enjoys Vain man triumph in all thy worldly Bliss Thy best Enjoyments are but trash and toys Delight thy self in that which worthless iâ— Omnia praetereunt praeter Amare Deum FINIS