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Divine Poems by Edmund Elis ...; Poems. Selections
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Elys, Edmund, ca. 1634-ca. 1707.
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All my Raiment's torn I dare not Come My Feet I have defil'd this Morn They 'l Foul thy Roome But Thee LORD I 'le put on So Thou shalt be The Wedding-Garment Bridegroome Feast to Me That which I do I allow not for what I would that do I not but what I hate that do I Rom. 7. 15. 1. MY Mind keeps out the Host of SIN Sense lets 'em in I' th' Phant'sie as i' th' Trojan Horse They Hide their Force Till Opportunity they find To Sally and Subdue the Mind 2. My Childish Soul oft Cries for what It straight doth Hate My Lusts which Reason should Controul War 'gainst my Soul And having got the Victory Bring me into Captivity 3. My Love against My Will is hurl'd Upon the World I See not in the Dark I know Not what I Do When Sin besets me so befool'd I hate to do even what I would 4. O when shall my lost Soul Obtain Her Selfe again To Act Her own Hate and Desire O Sacred FIRE Refine My Heart and that it be Kept Pure O LORD I give it Thee The SOUL's Lethargy Or No Sense of SIN 1. MY Soul Sin-smitten feels no Blow Struck down She 's in a Swoun Thus wrong'd She can't Complain She lies Astonied can't Call on The GOD of Her Salvation To help her up again 2. I 'm Sick because I have no Pain My Sore That 's now Skinn'd ore Will Putrify I fear My Soul hath lost Her Vital Heat True Zeal Her Pulse gives ore to Beat As if her Death were near 3. Mine Eyes are ope to Weep not See My Mind Untranc'd I find Pierc'd with a Fiery Dart Ah! now I am Awak't again My Sense serves but to feel my Pain Fresh Sorrow gripes my Heart 4. Lo Gracious JESU lo How Sick am I How like to Die Maim'd by the Host of Hell Let but the Prince of Darkness Flye Before the Lustre of Thine Eye I 'le View Thee and be well Her House is the way to Hell leading down to the Chambers of Death Prov. 7. 27. HER House is the next way to Hell Satan's Strong-Hold the Furies Cell There 's Venom in her Sweetest Breath Her Tempting Hair 's the Snare of Death The Flaming Beauty of Her Eyes Is but the Devil's Sacrifice Her looks are Gaudy but not Fine Her Clearest Beauties Blaze not Shine O go not after her Refrain From seeking that whose Loss is Gain Vain Joyes like Shades Fly when Embrac'd Such Paint when Toucht is straight Defac'd Such Sweets of Love let me Decline They are but Poyson Drunk in Wine Lusts sparkling Flame to Wild-Fire turns Such Boistrous Heat warms not but Burns Beware the Siren when She Sings Bees full of Honey have their Stings CHRIST's Death 1. THis day Prest with our Sins the MOST HIGH Fell Least he should Feed on Us Christ Satiates Death With his own Bloud Quenching the Flames of Hell Enkindled by the Fire of 's Fathers Wrath. To make Atonement for our Sins GOD Dies Our Jesus is GOD Priest and Sacrifice 2. Lo how the hasty Jews cry Crucifie Lo how they judge the Holy One to Death Whose Attribute is Immortality Lo how they murther Him who gave them Breath The King of Glory suffers Shame and He That Made the World is Hang'd upon a Tree 3. Lo how they Naile unto the Cross His HANDS Who Spans the Heavens how his Feet they Pierce Who over Hell and Death Triumphant stands Whose boundless Presence fills the Universe How the ALMIGHTY ev'ry Varlet scorns Lo He by whom Kings Reign is Crown'd with Thorns 4. And now the Souldier with his Cruel Spear Dares Pierce the Side of the blest Prince of Peace His Torments are so great as Man can bear The Angry God-head will not make them less When he thought that stood off Grief fill'd his Heart Curst Sin for which GOD and CHRIST seem'd to Part 5. He Bow'd his head on which so Heavy lay The Sins of Adam and all Adam's Seed Which by his Death He did Revive this Day To heal our wounded Souls his Limbs did Bleed Lord I believe let me partaker be Of Thy Deaths Power that I may Live to Thee CHRIST'S RESURRECTION 1. OUR LORD is Risen and the Powerful Grave Holds him no longer He hath made his way Even through the Gates of Death that He might save His Heav'nly Flesh from turning into Clay The Grave knew not whom he had taken when He saw who 't was he let Him out agen 2. Upon this Day the SUN's Creator Rose And the Eternal LIFE came from the Dead He that made Ours did His blest Eyes Unclose And saw the Place where his own Corps were lay'd Death Conquer'd thus He lay'd his Grave-Cloaths by As Trophees of his Signal Victory 3. I know not whether may more strange be thought For GOD to Die or MAN to Rise agen Our Holy JESUS made both True He Fought The Lion Death even in the Grave his Den And thus he Enter'd the Strong Bounds of Fate Not as Led Captive but to Captivate 4. The King of Terrors now has lost his Power And is become a Servant unto all Who will but imitate their SAVIOUR Who made a Triumph of his Funerall And now Hee 's up me thinks I hear him Say To all that Die in Him Rise come away Christ's ASCENTION 1. VVHo on the Water Walk't now Climbs the Air And without Dying thus He goes to Heaven Although His Habitation now be there Yet we on Earth are not of Him bereaven He 's like those Lights which in the Skies appear Though there His Body be His Raies are here 2. Now He 's Ascended up on high lo He Gives us His Hand that we may get up too By Him our Strength we VValk our Light we see He makes us Able Shews us vvhat to Do To Heaven Hee 's gone for us there to Provide Blest they whose GOD's their Harbinger and Guide 3. Look up My Soul and with blest STEPHEN See Thy JESUS Standing on th' right hand of God And then think Earth too meane a Place for thee VVhom He Redeem'd with his most pretious Blood Sweet JESU Thou vvast pleas'd to Buy me Come I 'm not the World 's but Thine and Fetch Me Home The Loyns of the Minde Girded or An Holy Vow THere is a GOD My Soul how durst thou Stray Thou 'lt Meet His Vengeance if thou go this way Return Return lo this Path seems too Broad Here Many goe the VVay to Heaven's no Road My Soule put on thy Garments Gird them fast 'T will make thee Comely thus to go Straight-lac't And now I am Resolv'd in spight of Hell And my False Heart I 'le still strive to Do well In all my Warfare I 'le Hold fast My SHIELD Then Satan Do thy worst I le win the Field Sinful Dreams 1. THE Prince of Darkness loves to Fight Our Souls by Night That Black Old Serpent often Creeps Ore one that Sleeps As Vipers often Crawle upon Men Sleeping in the Shade at