faults I 'm scourg'd by thee Pilate thou thinkst these bloody stripes may cease Their bloody cry But blood ' So good They 'll drink them dry And their Hydropick thirst will more increase Alas thou think'st to seale me a release From blood in gore But 't will not bee Till I have emptied all my store Then sinner there 's release for thee So dearly must I buy my Subjects peace Pilates own wife becomes mine advocate Her sufferings in Her dream To them Shee doth begin So to prevent my Passion to relate But who can harden his soft cowardise To take my part And shield my right Or molifie their hardened heart To quit their spleen or scirrhous spite Pilate have nought to do with Christ shee cries Woman thy husband 's like to 've nothing sure With me to do Whilst he For me No heart can show But to condemn whom he acquits endure Pilates own Lady plaies the nursing mother Whilest Jews reject Builders refuse Fair Sions precious stone elect Which for the corner God will use ' Ware Pilate lest this croud thy conscience smother Pilate and I have two hard parts to play Pilate to please All those My foes Yet me release I to make Heav'n and earth good friends this day Time after time he questions and approves Mine innocence And tels the Jewes That clearly that 's all mine offence And doth the oyle of courtship use Which either more enflames or nothing moves Pilate hangs first 'twixt two bee'ng crucified Conscience and fear The Rout Without For blood appear By Pilates Privie Counsell 't is denied Will you saith Pilate I release your King Or Barrabas The Murderer The Man of Men the Monster was Yet Barrabas they all preferre Bloud upon bloud thus on themselves they bring Now O ye Heavens stand astonished And thou bright Sun Be gon Get on Thy mourning gown That when I bow mine thou may'st hide thinehead Let Gad'rens now for kind commended be Yet they preferd Their herd of swine But no Barabbas in that Herd But Oh! the hoggishness of mine Ev'n of mine only people unto me Why ev'n these Butcher's trade 's a mystery There is a skill That they This day Have learnt to fill Their hands with blood and that before I dye The murder and the murd'rer all 's their own Whilst they thus chuse And oh what wonder What fitter head for bloody Jewes Than this Barabbas to list under Whilst from their head they cast off me their crown My Christ there 's yet a sweeter mystery Innocent breath I see In thee Condemn'd to death That th' chief of sinners might escape thereby What shall I do then with your King saith he Him Crucifie Cries all the rout Oh let him let him let him dye As if they could not live without His blood no more can I Lord give it me Why but saith Pilate tell me what 's his crime Or take him you Away Say they Let him dye now To find his fault would ask too long a time Whilst all can tell me how none can tell why I should be kill'd Sirs is 't because I gave you good and righteous Laws Which you have broke and I fulfill'd Must I because I let you live now dye Or is it for some injuries of old In Egypt and In the Red Sea And desert Land Whereof your Fathers Fathers have you told Or is' t because I said I came from God To bring a new And great Salvation Greater then th' first to thee O Jew Proving my mission to my Nation By an all-conquering wonder-working Rod Is it because your dumbe can speak that I'm Cry'd out against ' Gainst me Are ye O Jews incenst Because of all my cures are they my crime Is it because your dead are rais'd that I Am grudg'd my breath Grudg'd what I give Am I therefore condemn'd to death Dos't therefore grieve you that I live Why I shall quicken the more when ere I dye Then Pilate puts me in the souldiers hands They plat a Crown Alas It was A thorny one Which he must weare who Heav'n and Earth commands Why I am Isra'ls King and him I found i th' Wilderness That howling waste Whose Musick these outcries express Whose only fruits are thorns I tast Cloath'd with their sins I 'm with their thorns too crown'd Thus I with sinners change 't is well for them Their thorney Crown So worn And born I make mine own Yielding for it an heavenly diadem Isra'l that so long brought me no sweet Cane Now puts me off With a poor weed For sacrifice they bring a scoff And for my scepter bring a reed Yet by me Princes rule and Kings do reign Then in Purple Robe they me invest But that same colour I wore Before Through stripes and dolour Both on my scourged back and tortur'd breast Then gath'ring round ev'n as they lift they flout me Haile King they cry And bow the knee But not their hearts Why truly I Ever had some that so serve mee Breathing disdain yet can't they breath without me They rend my flesh the temples of mine Head They smite with reeds But I Surely Shall quit their deeds By rending vaile and Temple when I 'm dead In strange disguise for so are Princes wont When as they pass Through strangers lands And such Judea is alas To me whilst I am in such hands Brought forth I am that Priests might me confront A ruthfull spectacle a man of grief Laden with woes With thorns With scorns Of bitter foes Will not the Priest and Levite yield relief Whither oh whither would I could I flie Shall I repair To th' Alters side Spight is there hottest There they are That first cri'd be he Crucified Away say they O let him let him die We have a Law the Sonne of Death he is Gods Sonne to be That makes Or takes Himself here 's he Sirs do not quote the Second Psalm for this Pilate an Heathen dreads my reverend name Which Jewes despise Enquires the more Whence I am whence my kingdome is Not of this world I h'd said before So he my dumbness I his deafness blame Of what he asks I did the truth impart And told him so But hee 'Gan flee The truth as though It were some Ghost or Mormo Truth what art With 's pow'r of life and death he then doth brave me Who hold the keyes Of David still To shut and open as I please To bind and loose all as I will For such Command'ment God my Father gave me Yet Pilates Conscience in his face still flies Now he projects How mee To free But all th' effects T' enflame their fury double their out-cries Yet in their anger so much wit they have As to compound Some thing to calme Poor Pilates Conscience why they 've found Some simples soveraign as balme Oh! 't was good satisfaction that they gave Thou art not Cesars friend if this man go Now take your Christ Fullfill Your will Do what you list With him Jewes so I
what they bee That there he saw This only can I say that there Crowns Scepters all enameld were With Grace and Peace with Faith and Fear With Love and Awe True Hope though pleasant yet is gracious Not light though lightsome Not audacious Though bold though joyous not salacious Merry not vain Hope can rejoyce but never rant Allwaies feeds high but revell can't Chast Scripture comforts that provant Doth Hope sustain The word whereon I hope doth urge Pureness the fire wherein I forge The Anchor of mine Hope doth purge My dross my â—in That Hope makes not asham'd but sure The bottom's rock and shall endure That makes me strive as God is pure To purge my sin True Hope 's a Jacobs staff indeed True Hope is no Egyptian reed That springs from mire or else can feed On dirt or mud By Hope just men and sanctified i th' Ocean safe at Anchor ride Fearless of wrack by wind or tide By ebb or flood Hope 's the top-window of that ark Where all Gods Noahs do imbark Hope le ts in skie-light else how dark Were such a season But wouldst not be engulf'd or drown'd When storms and tempests gather round Ere thou canst Anchor try the ground Hope must have reason Hopes Anchor-hold can not be good Where th' bottom's all or only mud Shall th'Sinner in his Native-blood To Hope pretend Or th' Hypocrite strengthen his mast Who boldly doth Hopes Anchor cast On 's sandy bottom when at last Heav'ns storms descend ' Wâ—re Cob-web-Hopes when God shall come With 's besome of impartiall doom To sweep mans heart that inner room Shall they stand sure Oft have I seen a branch in spring Rent from the root yet blossoming As 't were some Hopefull growing thing But can't endure He that is at the pains and cost To plant and water it next frost Is like to see his labour lost And hope to perish Surely 't will pose all skill and art But only his that can convert This lively Hope in a dead Heart To plant and cherish And where there 's but a name to live Though for a season Hope seems thrive When such give up the Ghost they give Their Hopes up too Good Hopes through grace And whosoever Part Righteousness from Hope endeavour The Helmet from the Brestplate sever Which who would do But let what waters will assaile The Hope o th' righteous cannot faile Whose Anchor 's cast within the vaile Till th' flood asswages His Hope 's no Lott'ry hit or miss But an Inheritance it is Christ is in him the Hope of Bliss That rock of ages Mine eyes are unto Sion-hill Longing in Hope yet waiting still For he that shall will come and will Not alwayes linger Therefore in Hope will I rejoyce Yea when the floods lift up their voice When Seas shall roare to drown their noise I 'll turn a singer I 'll turn a singer and my song Shall be by book lest I go wrong For I h've not skill'd of musick long Or holy mirth Weeping into the world I came Bringing a world of sin and shame Bearing the first Apostates blame Ev'n at my birth The fruit old Adam and his Eve Did so long since together thieve Wringing my mother made us grieve And groan together And as I thus did weeping come Out of one grave I mean the womb My face was tow'rds a deader Tomb And I bound thither My life was but a Bondage through The fear of death that fatall slough But lively Hope forbids me now All slavish fears Oft have I been contemplating Of death that melancholick thing Weeping till Hope hath made me sing Drying my tears Author and rock of all my Hope That hast deaths prison-doors broke ope So fastning to Faiths Cable-rope Hopes Anchor strong What though I sail through foaming Seas Billows are Pillows Beds of ease Deaths blast rocks me asleep in these Waiting erelong At thy shrill suddain voice to rise And rub deaths dust out of mine eyes When death shall have disgorg'd its prize Safe on the shore Then hold my rudder in thine hand Who put to Sea at thy command Till I may make some new-found land Oh! help me ore I need not want an anchor Lord With wood and iron bee'ng so stor'd With what thy Cross and Nailes affoard Had I but skill Anchors I see by th' Forgers art Have both a strait and bending part Hope strengthens yet it bows the heart To wait Gods Will. The Scripture saith that tribulation And 't is a strange Concatenation Works patience as if vexation Did make more quiet And Patience works Experience Experience Hope Yet Patience I 'm sure doth live on Hopes expense For daily diet Thus have I seen the Grand-Childs purse For the Grand-Siers support disburse Thus Hope doth Patience feed and nurse Patience again Doth tutor Hope and teach it know All points of Heavenly Courtship How To wait on God to bend to bow To bear his train To follow him in all his wayes And so to hold ev'n all its dayes Seeking that honour glory praise That God shall give Patience of Hope makes Heaven smile To see the troden Camomile Whilst underfoot spring up the while And the more thrive When death comes with his leaden foot Hoping to crush mine Hope i th' root The utmost hurt that death can do 't Is but to make Mine Hope grow up into fruition Whilest Faith 's translated into vision Mending thereby my souls condition Doubling my stake What though mine Haven Heaven lye Beyond the dead Sea what though I Decease mine Hope shall never dye Never decay What though I walk through th' vale of tears Hope is a staff that ever bears Hope is a rod chasing my fears Guiding my way What though revengfull Papists burne Dear Bucers bones still Hope 's his urne Till's ashes to a Phaenix turne And live afresh What though deaths scorching flames presume To turn my moisture to dry fume My soul shall one day reassume Calcined flesh Therefore my dying tongue shall sing Yea ev'n my flesh that fading thing Shall rest in Hope for that day-spring All th' night of death And when I lay my weary head And bones i th' grave as in a bed Let not the mourner say he 's dead But slumbereth Yet bonie death sometimes looks in Bringing a list of all my sin Pinching mine Hope till it looks thin And 's like to dye Death in my very face doth stare So gastly as if 't meant to scare And fright mine Hope into despaire While sin stands by Ah Conscience Conscience when I look Into thy Register thy Book What corner of my heart what nook Stands clear of sin And though my skin feels soft and sleek Scarce can I touch my chin and cheek But I can feel deaths jaw-bone prick Ev'n through my skin Yet why art thus cast down my soul Hope still in God and on him roule If Heaven smile what though death scoule And Conscience loure A Book of my dear Christs I have By
in such a Pot Plot such a matter Against thy Master Whilst thy sop softens in my platter Who of each dish make thee a taster Hardens thy heart the whilst Iscariot Will nothing serve but sops in blood next meal My Purse my dish Were free To thee What more could'st wish Wretch what thou dost do quickly Run and sell Pensive Disciples when they hear and know it Each fears for one But he that bears The bag is lag perditions Son He is the last that doubts or fears Slow to confess but Oh! how swift to do it Come children take this bread 't is broke for you Much good may 't do you 'T is drest And blest Take it unto you And therewithall my broken body too Come my Disciples here 's an health likewise To you not mee Let it go round Salvations cup's the cup you see Your health is in my bloody wound Think of my blood as oft as ye drink this Your Makers broken Law your bloody sin And bleeding heart Bring mee To see And feel this smart Who would Hell conquer must with death begin My Testament I leave you seal'd in blood You I bequeath When ere I die Full conquest over sin and death With life and peace which by and by I the Testatour by my death make good Pledge mee dear friends this blood was broach'd for you I 'le drink no more Of wine o th' â—ine Till bee'ng got ore I may in Fathers kingdome drink it new Come let 's now sing saith Christ see'ng all my sorrow Is but your Crown Thorns at the breast Make musick when the Spirit 's down Yea sometimes musick of the best Let 's sing to night for I must dye to morrow My Lord then riseth up from whence he sate Whom winds obey And seas With these Disciples may Now see him that he may be gratious WAITE Sure whilst my Saviour SERVES who ever came See'ng him so drest Waiting on all Girt with a Napkin scarce had guest This were the feast of 's Funerall But Marriage Supper rather of the Lamb. After the wine my Lord doth water take Heav'n stoops to meet And bow As low As sinners feet Oh what clean work Christs Blood and Spirit makes Peter thou think'st that I stoop down too low And sai'st I shall N'ere wash thy feet Then canst thou have no part at all In Davids Son nor be made meet I th' new Jerusalems clean streets to go Streets that are pure as gold and clear as glass This Basin is Thy way I say To this fair bliss Israel to Canaan must through Jordan pass Sirs see you what I h've done and do you know it You call me well Say'ng I'm your Lord If I then stoop Oh! never swell If I have wash't your feet afoard You to do likewise Happy if you do it Servants my Livery you must wear is Love This bowl 's my Spirit Which I Now die That you may ' nherit The Lamb goes hence that he may send the Dove Oh may this towell bind your hearts in one My bending down Teach them to bow May pride and sinfull passions drown In this full Basin Men shall know By this that your are mine when I am gone Gone I 'll go too saith Peter Lord I will What are comes on 't Oh no! Not so 'T is a sore brunt Best metall melts when men their Maker kill Nay Lord though all men run I 'll stand by thee Run friends or foes Foes to pursue Or friends to scape the hands of those Poore man I 'll tell thee what 's more true Ere th' Cock crow twice I thrice denied must be Suâ—e Peters courage strangly is come on My Passion lo He did Forbid Now hee 'll dye too Yet when the shepheard dies the sheep will run Let not your hearts be troubled but believe In God and Mee I ride before To see things may in red'ness be Behold I 'll meet you at the door My Fathers house can me and you receive Whither I go ye know and th' way ye know Saith Thomas Nay Lord we Can't see Which is the way For we alas know n't whither thou dost go Thomas I am the true and living way My flesh I gave Knowest thou me A path-way unto Heav'n to pave Cemented with my blood to be So that who walks in me can't go astray Shew us the Father Lord that 's all our bliss Doth Philip say How long Among You must I stay Ere you know me saith Christ why here he is Judas replies but not th' Iscariot Lord How is' t that thou Thy self to us But not unto the world dost shew Thy blessed self revealing thus Why I will do 't to all that keep my word Peace I leave with you my peace I you give Not as the world When here And there You 're test and hurl'd The sweetest calme shall then your hearts relieve Friends if you love me let me go don't grieve me Oh! how your sobs Do antedate My Passion O my pulse vies throbs Oh let my grief in yours abate My fathers arms are ready to receive me Sirs I can't stay to talke yonder 's the Prince The world that swaies O see How hee Doth's legions raise Yet of one single fault can't me convince I am the vine ye branches bring forth fruit My blood 's your sap My blood 's your seed 'T is well for you that others tap The vessell that the vine may bleed The hand that empties me doth you recruit O if you love your selves let me go send That guid to you That shall Ev'n all Ev'n all things shew I h've much to speak which you can't yet attend A little while I disappear Anon I 'm seen agen For to the Father I go say they what may this mean This little while we cannot gather Why Friends when Winter 's over Spring comes on Truth Lord we now believe Ah do you so Just now comes on An houre Whose showre Will make you run Whilst solitary to my grave I go Yet am I not alone O blessed Father Thou' rt with me still Now glorifie Thy Son thy Son when Butchers kill Thy Lamb Oh take me up on high And thine and mine Lord with me to me gatheâ— These are thy stock I kept and did improve them For these I pray And all That shall Their word obey Lord here 's thine own again O keep them love them Then his Disciples forth my Lord doth lead Cedron i th' way Makes me bethink What th' Psalmist of th' Hiâ—h Priest do say He of the brook i th' way shall drink Therefore he shortly shall lift up the head Thence they together to the garden pass Where grew that store That can Fall'n man Make as before Sure my Redeemers RVE'S that herb of grace 'T was in a garden Adam did undo us There grew that fruit Whose bitterness That man for ever might not rue't My Lord did tast and squeeze and press Then from a Garden brings our cure unto us O mount of Olives O
which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich â—id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boyâ—'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a pâ—int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not
need it should be done How they to make me like themselves devise I and they wink They see Not mee And so they think I can't see them although I made their eyes Others for spight spit on my blessed face Which Moses and Elias too Did once i th' mount admiring stand Transfigur'd then disfigur'd now How men bespatter Gods own looking-glass These pot sheards then their potter smite with rods My white and ruddy These foes With blows Make black and bloody I 'm box'd by slaves who rule among the Gods Then prophesie who smote thee some do cry Alas who not Yet I 'll impart Me for my seed my Father smote But never did mine own clean heart Scorners go read Isaiah's Prophesie He did esteem me stricken of my God That stripes on me My smart Of heart Mans cure might be Man did the fault and I must feel the rod. Peter I doubt thy courage will soon coole At that same fire Th' Ague'll come on Satan to sift thee did desire Now Peter prove thee rock and stone My dear Disciple do n't deny my schoole Oh! at first charge I see my Champion's laid The shield the shield Of faith He hath Near lost this shield Who play'd the man ' mongst men fals by a maid Whom flesh and blood reveal'd not flesh and blood Can teach deny Ev'n his dear Lord Constant to 's own unconstancy Ev'n as if this had been his word I will deny not dye to this he stood Oh! my poor fisher's caught the second time I said abide In me O ye Will quickly slide But now it seems to bâ— of me 's a crime Then others cry this man 's of Nazareth He by and by With cu sing doth Me thaâ— havâ— born his curse deny 〈…〉 eâ—rs 〈◊〉 â—nowâ— not what he know'th Peter they say they smell thee by thy breath To be of me Oh! that I could so say Sirs don't you hear The man Can ban Can curse and swear That he 's of me Sirs doth such speech bewray Surely you know my speech no more then me Peter denies His Christ so crew The Bird that wakes the sleepers eyes I lookt on Peter then he knew The Cock his Masters Monitour to be Peter thus finding all crow over him Runs forth to weep His soul Now foule To wrinse and steep Ev'n in a spring-ride of salt teares to swim I have deni'd my Lord my Lord that 's dying I have deni'd My Lord my Lord Whom I confest profest bee'ng tried I have renounc'd his and my word My Lord that bought me I have been denying Now his hot fit 's come on My Christ when ever Through thou know'st what Thee I Deny In word or thought Oh! give me Peters sweat in Peters feaver By this time is my dooms daies dawning come Their rightfull King Jewes having bound Before an alien Judge do bring That guilt i th' guiltless might be found Butchers object but I the Lamb lye dumb Herod and Pontius Pilate Gentiles Jewes Counsell and plot I am The Lambe Must go to pot Satan is at mine heel which he will bruise Who art and what is truth Pilate enquires Bee'ng strange to both I find it so Yet to my blood shed lag and loath Whilst mine own people raging go To burn King Davids branch with Gentile fires Take him your selves saith Pilate Jewish men Ease your own grudge Say they We may No man adjudge To death Our Scepter 's gone Where 's Shiloh then See you your wants not what ye have O yee Why Shiloh's come My white and ruddy This wine and milk though I be dumb Speaks it this innocence thus bloody This is your Shiloh's garment can't you see 'T is not so long O thou my city since Hosannahs cried In thee To mee Me testified Thy people gath'ring round about their Prince 'T is not so long since I did bind my fole Mine Asses Colt Unto my vine To thee Jerus'lem now revolt That I might wash my weeds in wine Whilst to the death I 'm pouring out my soul Judas meanwhile consid'ring all that 's done Through his foul sinne Relents Repents And brings agen That dung-hill dirt for which he sold the Sun For 's thirty pieces thirty thousand woes Oppress his heart Then to his Priest I 've sinn'd and th' innocent must smart The wretch bee'ng shriven so confest See thou to that say th' Priests see thou to those Oh! to what lead doth ill-got silver turn Judas can't bear The weight Of it Yet 't was his dear Oh! take 't agen My fingers burn they burn Into the treas'ry this they dare not cast Oh! 't is not good Poor men they dare not Oh! 't is the price the price of blood And yet to spill that blood they spare not Thus Gnats do stick whilst Camels go down fast They take the money first and then dispute Wheth'r 't should be so Mean while The vile Traitour doth go Bee'ng self-condemn'd himself to execute A bloody piece of Charitie 's the end The Potters field That strangers might Be buri'd there to buy they yield Not burying there their own strange spite Thus kind to strangers whilst they kill their friend Mean while me at a godly price men hold Hereto it 's come One field Can yield As great a summe As doth the Maker of the world when sold Now th' Judge of all stands bound at Pilats bar Great God is tried For 's life by man Yet by this stranger justified Say mine own people what they can Hurried to Herâ—d next and 's men of war Herod forsooth would see a miracle And doth whilst I Sustain Disdain So patiently Who could scoule these proud scorners quick to Hell In white and splendid rayment then from thence I 'm re-convey'd To my first judg 'Twixt whom and Herod peace is made They in my blood can sink their grudge Wearing the type of my cleare innocence Saith Pilate see nor I nor Herod can His crime discry Why he Should be Condemn'd to dye Will you this feast that I release this man Take him and scourge him scourge him as you list Oh! What I feel My God what lashes Think you my back is stone or steel Like your hard hearts O gage these gashes And spare your rod or tell me wherefore is' t Yet doth mine hand still sway that iron-rod Wherewith I can All those My foes Ev'n as one man In pieces break and make them know I 'm God Who would have thought all government were laid Upon these shoulders Thus rent and torn By cruell stripes yet they 're th' upholders Whereon both globes o th' world are born A load that 's light to th'stripes of them that strai'd I am the fruitfull field now plow'd in furrows That ev'ry sinne Might have Its grave To wither in I am the rock these holes are sinners burrows Princes whilest under Paedagogues they bee Can stand and see When they 've transgrest Subâ—ects whipt for 't why Pilate mee Thou 'st innocent and king confest Yet for my peoples
sentence and so do Thus he and I swim down one stream this day Yet the poore man Found want of water Call'd for a Basin and began To wash him from this bloody matter Which nothing can but what he gavâ— away Truly his washing clears not him but me He doth proclaim That I Now die A spotless Lamb Then wretch what Ocean can compurgate thee Pilate upon us and our children fling Thou this mans blood We Jewes thus wish Is this your so much long'd for food To you of all th' forbidden dish Pilate then cries ye Jewes behold your King We have no King but Cesar they reply Sirs you forget Whose hour Of power This is as yet Satan's your Cesar more then he or I. Satan not Cesar bad you plot my fall That Prince of Hell Philistia's King Plows with mine heifer Israel Thuâ— to mine end mine own me bring Yet Sampsons death 's Philistia's Funerall The Purple Robe then strip they from my back Which plainly shews It 's worn And born For sinners use That of my Righteousness they might partake Thus is the truth stript naked And agen My seamless coat They make me weare Unto mine execution-plot That by my sweet attonement there I might an Union weave 'twixt God and Men Thence to the place of Souls Lo I their Head The tree accurst Before It bore Me bear it first Till I by bearing it am almost dead Thus mine may learn in me what burthen he Must daily beare Taking his cross That in my waies will persevere Reck'ning death gain counting life loss Who stumbles at my cross can't follow me Now are my groanes new pickled in friends tears They 'd steale I spie This tree From mee By Sympathy Which by constraint Simon of Cyrene bears But weep not Daughters of Jerusalem For me at all But for your City Alas who can prevent thy fall Who shew'st thy builder no more pity If they do thus to th' green tree wo to them Tâ—us under Pilates sentence and command O th' Roman state That all May fall On Romes proud Pate I th' place of Crucifixion lo I stand Rome thou' rt that Sodom Egypt Babylon Though Misticall Drunken with blood Of all my Martyrs mine withall Now mingling with thy â—ybers flood Rome's stored with crosses and now lends me one Not Jabbathah but Golgotha's the stage The Camp without Where I Must dye ' Mongst all the rout Tasting at once both Hells and Heavens Rage Why I am the great Sacrifice for sin And therefore must Without the gate Unto the Earth commend my dust Whilst my deare blood doth expiate From all transgressions that those are within Behold my dear Disciple my dear Mother Her I bequeath To thee To bee After my death Provided for as by her Son my Brother Now see your Brazen Serpent lift on high Upon the pole My bloody cross Bears fruit to quit what Adam stole Justice I find may n't go by th' loss Yet grace shall reign by righteousness hereby Oh! how I 'm stretcht and tortur'd on this tree Oh! how each vein And nerve Doth serve A sev'rall pain 'T was man grew loose and I must straitned bee Oh! how those hands I stretcht forth all the day To Israel Are stretcht again That as my Patience did excell So now I might exceed in pain Whilst sinners to mine heart find open way Oh! how my feet that nere took step awry Are pierced through Made fast In hast My cross unto Till the transgressours may find time to flie I am the doore they naile me to the tree And as is fit Over this gate A royall superscription's writ That in all tongues might preach my state Oh! all ye that pass by turn in by mee To th' cross I 'm hing'd in mine humanity That from the floor Ev'n each Might reach That living door Whose upper hinge clasps in with th'Deity Romans and Greeks and Hebrews come and look These open arms Shew th' open way How by mine you may case your harms And may become one fold this day I am the shepheard and my cross the crook I am the shepheard and my crook the cross Whereby I gather And keep My sheep And thine O Father I 'll suffer death ere thou shalt suffer loss Living my bread of life among my Jewes I ever brake For 't was their right Who whilst they spread these arms do make A feast for Gentiles through their spight That dying I might none that come refuse Come unto me all ye that laden be With sin and wrath Come ye To me O come in faith I 'll bear your burthens whilst my Cross bears me Mine hands are not so nail'd but that I can Ev'n with these nailes Still pick the lock Hung on your heel if your key failes But whilst I preach alas they mock If thou be th'Christ be thine own Jesus man Why Jewes remember what your high Priest taught How needfull 't was That I Should dye That th'cup might pass My people whilst I drink their bloody draught But oh Jerusalem canst laugh at mee And at my griefs As thou didst know My pressures to be thy reliefs Repent believe and be it so But laugh not at me who h've wept over thee And yet weep blood for this thy stupid state Father I pray Reprieve Forgive These foes for they Alas my God they do they know not what They curse I bless I pray whilst they revile Whilst Priests do scoff And sore disdain The Sacrifice that comes not off Th' Altar but suffers to be slain My bloud makes intercession all the while who 'd rase then raise the Temple this is he In three daies space Yet hee We see Can 't quit this place Where all the nailes that hold him are but three Yet mock not passenger wag not thine head In so much scorne When thou thinkst least When I this bitter death have borne To earnest I'â— soon turn thy jest And raise this Temple ere 't be three daies dead Come down say some and so convince thy foes Which if I shou'd How sore A store Of wrath and blood Would come down too Sirs I beare of your blowes With the transgressours numbered am I On either side Truth bee'ng between Falshood and theft hang crucified Yet if Heav'ns Rolls these men had seen They'd found me in another Trinity But oh my grief not only mine own Nation But those that be Justly To dye First scoff at me Their partner not in crimes but condemnation Yet can I not forget my dear Compassions Though both reproach And flout at me My blood for sinners since I broach I will not suffer both to be At once partakers of two condemnations Th' one I call home though in th' eleventh hour And thereby shew How kind A mind I bear to you That turn though late to me your Saviour But oh his rare Conversion oh how he Justifies God! Rebukes his mate Open his sin kisseth his rod Takes me for Lord beseeching that In my Salvation he might sharer
be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to