That searcheth out the utmost drop which in the Ocean dwels And by its mighty force and power all noysome things expels This spirit like a Dove most swift from Paradice doth flie And from our Saviour brings us newes of matters sweet and high Whereby we come to understand God will not live alone He dwels with Christ and Christ in us and so we dwell in one O this is that which fils our hearts with singing and with praise That what he is that we shall be to 'ternity of dayes Let each Saint think all that they have it commeth from the Son Their glory and their flourishing state comes by his arme alone None can see God in Iesus Christ but must be forc'd to yeeld And lay all armes downe at his feet and say he hath the field Can any stand against that thing which is most fair and gay And hath the power of lovelinesse to win the heart away From lies from falshoods and from dreams from many deaths and showers And from the hands of iron bands and from all dolefull houres Then do not fear you Saints most dear if that you know the Son You do the Fathers face and love both see and eke are won To dwell to stay to rest to sing in him and to his praise And eke to sacrifice your selves unto his fame alwayes When others spend their time in vain and fill themselves with fire The which is call'd the wrath of God that hot consuming ire They know not God nor yet his Son where all content doth lie And therefore are they bound in chaines of woe and misery You Saints weep ore the world that 's lost they know not where they go Though they be blinde you know right well the ground of all their woe Oh do not let eternall flames for ever men destroy Because like fools a moments time they will vain thoughts enjoy Shew them our Saviour where he sits that so they may arise And finde much wealth and rest in him and so vain wayes despise But if the world will not you hear yet still run you your race You shall at last both get a crowne and live in glorious grace Above the world all cares all fears which vext you with their wiles Your toyl's now done your joyes begun you are where nought defiles A short song of Love LOve is the flame that Princes have still kindling in their breast No man can live but he must love or else be void of rest The rise the stocke the root it hath doth spring from something good All its desires are as flaming fires when this is understood As rivers run over all the world their noise with fame doth ring And hasteneth ever to returne where first they had their spring And when the Ocean drinks them in they quiet are again And in their kinde they live as if they freed were from pain So love it runs with streams most strong over hils and mountains all It will not fear what force is nere it overrunneth all And in the fountain of all blis it sets it selfe most sure Rejoycing in those mighty waves on which it rides secure 'T is lovelines that love will owne to be a fellow meet In it to rest that to imbrace with smiles and kisses sweet Loves labour pain and all it hath is ever how to please The object and in doing this To give it selfe most ease 'T is ever burning never consum'd and soaring very high By flames of glory it doth live in full prosperity Stand forth all powers that can be thought see if you can it sever From truth from beauty and from strength where it will dwell for ever This love is kinde and bountifull and freely will bestow All that it hath it selfe to boot that so it selfe may grow More lovely fair and excellent still in the objects eye If that is pleased it is at ease and feels no miserie Who knowes how first it had its rise Who gave to it its name If any did it must be one that knew its worth and fame It 's God that saith his Name is Love and well may he so be Because in him all glories are met in an unity Light life and love is one in him they all grow up together Though knowne to us by severall names they each accord with either He knowes all beauties in him are his life is this to see Then needs must love triumph and joy which makes this harmony Love walks in every piece of joy where ever it doth finde It will needs rest in glories breast and there contents its minde Whht mortall man can have this love to lie within his breast But must withall see lovelinesse in which he takes his rest And wheresoever this appeares he growes up in desire In this he thinke himselfe most blest and followes it intire But man is blinde how little he of holinesse doth know Truth's weakly planted in his heart and slowly it doth grow And hence it comes to passe that we live in such low desires The earth like to a mountain thicke doth hide these heavenly fires If you would have your heart a spring a fountain and a well And have the mighty waves of love above their banks to swell If you would ever searching be into the truest treasure And finde where love had first a seat and face of sweetest pleasure If ever you would lovely be though in the Saints esteem And judge of all things true and right how ever men do deem Then must you know that all things good doth from the fountain come And tides of love will flow amain and make a spacious room Within thy heart and thou shalt see all that thine heart can wish Love live sin die life reigne death flie what joy is like to this Make haste ye Saints O do not stay where nought can you secure Fly to the armes of lovely love where joyes are clear and pure FINIS
thither goe What mighty sea of joy is there one wave another takes Thus we are borne and tydes of love and sorrowes us forsakes All spots and staines are wash'd away full fair are we and bright That so the King of glories great in us may take delight When we are deck'd with such a dresse as sutes with him full well Then comes he to his Princely seat resolving there to dwell The throne he is on is heaven cal'd where he doth rule with might This heaven is his beauties faire each in his fullest light Another dwelling place hath he which he his Temple stiles And there full oft in glory walkes rejoycing it with smiles If thou but in his lowest seat his countenance dost see Thou shalt at length his throne surmount Where honoured thou shalt be The first and last that ever was or evermore shall be Will on thee set immortall crownes in signe of victory Where thou shalt sing new songs of love for ever and for aye Where time 's lost in eternity that everlasting day And thus the God of gods will say my childe all is thine owne These pleasures sweet these glories great This high and kingly throne Here sit thee down involve thy selfe with honours highest fame To make thee equall in delights I 'le clothe thee with my Name In fullest glory spread thy selfe here 's roome for thee to lie Thy heart thy thoughts and all thou art is in infinity The more thou look'st the more thou mayest Still love to looke upon And looke to love and ever gaze Upon this King alone This is the song thou still wilt sing I am hath set me free And now I walke as set at large In midst of liberty Sorrowes below me have their seat Griefes cannot me come nigh The dreadfull pangs of death are past I owne no misery As women joy when after paine They see their issue come And through those joyes their paines forget As if they nere had none So I forget all things that 's old I wholly them eschew And now addresse my selfe to joy In things most faire and new Happinesse conveyed by Iesus Christ WHen death came on by Adams losse Our danger might we see The presence of true joyes were gone Men left in misery Those beames of light which was our strength Were vanisht quite away The frame and face of all things then Must perish and decay Alas poore man thou art undone Who shall thy losse restore And quit thee out of slavish bands And cure thee of thy sore Must death be still a tyrant strong And rule thee at his pleasure Or by his many poyson'd darts Torment thee without measure Where is thy strength looke round about Will none thee now deliver Is there no King with death to meet Well furnisht with a quiver With many arrowes sharp and keene To sting death to the heart And so to make his powers fall And ease thee of thy smart If one there be declare his name Let all men know his power And see the strength of his right arme That rais'd downe hath deaths tower That so to him we praises may For ever sing alowd And in his bower finde a place Our selves in stormes to shrowd He is call'd by name the Sonne of God God in his rich aray With all his fulnesse shining bright And costly garments gay When first light shined in his breast This Sonne then did he see The glory of his lovelinesse He counts his Sonne to be By light of this Sonne he generates He stands still in his sight And by the spirit of life and love He yeelds to him his right Which is to owne him as his joy The fountaine of his pleasure Where all his glories are envolv'd A Magazin of treasure By him he frameth all his thoughts And comes to understand How all designes may come to light And prosper in his hand In him before time did begin He saw a goodly space The length is call'd eternity In which he runnes his race And in all ages shewes himselfe As best becomes his Grace That so the wise in mystery At length may know his face In him he walk'd by pleasant thoughts Throughout the world so wide And though no world was to be found Yet Saints he there espi'd In him the childrens lives were wrapt A place of surest stay That them he might know where to finde Upon their happy day By vertue of the spirit of power In him all joyes doe finde And seeing this resolved is For ever in his minde Upon him wholly for to spend His life and his delight And in those pleasures to rejoyce As armies of his might This is his life herein he joyes Here is his hearts desire Here doth he find beauties combin'd Most purely and entire This being so now doth he thinke How he his name may raise And so together with his Sonne Get an eternall praise That him he might set forth to all He sends him in disguise And vailes his glory with our flesh The world againe to rise Herein is Wisdomes chiefest part Declared and made knowne That so the counsels of the world Might quite be overthrowne Who would have thought the Sonne of God A mortall death must die And by his deadly death us bring To Immortality How many troupes of enemies flocke Against him for to warre And in the combat him to foyle by many a cruell scarre But in this battell who was slaine Was 't he or was 't his foes If he it was to rise againe To bring them fresher woes The prince of darknesse Captaine was The chiefest in this fight Who from his nature hath his name His workes are blacke as night With him comes sinne comes death comes losse Their force they doe unite That so their blowes and darts on him Together at once might light Now now or never saith this Prince I must me conquest bring Or else a captive I must be Under this mighty King This fight was sore to fleshly view All might have thought the day It had beene lost and we been caught In hels hands for a prey But when all fleshly strength did faile Then was the chiefest time For righteousnesse to shew it selfe Most glorious and sublime The glory of the God-head great Upon this Christ our King Did rest and eke it selfe display And there in triumph sing There truth and mercy met at once Each strove to get the day But being reconcil'd at length To other each did say We 'll joyne our sweetnesse and our might And goe with glorious traine That so we may revive and blesse Those that were counted slaine How mighty did the Godhead flow about our Saviour sweet And by it did present himselfe a sacrifice most meet For great Jehovah to delight and please himselfe withall When he beholds his souldiers stout led bondage into thrall These souldiers are his Attributes each glorious for to see Well furnish'd both with skill and strength to make his enemies flee Where 's death become
with all his powers and principalities 'T is gone to hell and hath it's doome with darknesse and with lies The Prince of Hell is now adjudg'd in chaines of wrath to lie And by these chaines perplexed sore throughout Eternity Who was it girt himselfe with zeale or who with fury came To tread the Wine-presse of Gods wrath and so to get a name What power was that which conquer'd sinne whose Wisedome made it's way Or can you tell where those joyes are which hath skarr'd griefe away Hee 's call'd by name Emanuell and well he may so be In that he left his royall Throne to dwell with me and thee The world it was a place whereas his glory he might show And yet though glory did appeare few men of it did know The humane nature was a vaile which kept light from our eyes And yet that was the ordinance by which our blisse did rise Here was the wonder of a God a thing so meane and low Should bring to passe such mighty things and all his Counsell show Here 's wisdome in a mystery and power uncontrol'd The Fountaines deepe and sundry Springs of life you may behold For by his death to God we are restored backe again And now our enemies wear our bands and vext are with our paine What pangs what woe's what miseries must they be sure to have Now death is dead and guilt is fled and griefe lies in his grave Where 's darknesse now become that cloath'd it selfe with blacknesse hue Can it out-brave the light of life and it's bright beames eschew If so stand forth you hellish powers where are your spels to charme Or shew some nurcery that is new to bring unlook't for harme What is your wit quite lost at once can none take us away Out of the hands of him whom we doe count our strength and stay If by his death so great a losse his enemie doth endure His life must be a greater crosse and they must beare it sure His Saints are set at liberty as men from death set free Their joyes before them fast doe stand and in these joyes they see Their Saviour compast with the strength and height of fullest blisse The Father with his glory bright with many smiles him kisse And thus he saith my sonne I lay the charge upon thy hand The substance of the Godhead great is thine for to command I know no joy no rest no peace but what I have in thee I am thy strength thou art my might by thee I looke to see The glory of my beauties faire abroad the world to speake And so to cause things high and strong to be esteemed weake All flesh must fall before thy face though seemingly 't is gay Yet when thy glory doth arise i'ts beauty fals away My treasure all ' it s in thy breast the incombs of my praise Returnes according to the power and wisedome of thy wayes The honour that the Father hath 't is gained by the Sonne The Spirit worketh all in all and so their praise is one The childrens life is hid in him this life is all things sweet Concentred in his breast the which makes him a Saviour meet There 's light most full there 's truth most strong and glory as a flame And holinesse amongst the rest shewes forth his mighty name The Image of the Fathers face in him is seene most bright And whosoever doth it see lives in the clearest light By it they come to understand the Father and the Sonne All that they have all that they are to be entirely one The life the which each other lives is in the selfe-same good The Father is all beauties rare the Sonne this understood He dwelleth in his bosome sweet and knoweth well his minde Hee 's call'd by name his Counsellor and by him he doth finde How Wisdomes glory may be seene in things that are obscure And when he hath no footsteps seene then are his wayes full sure This glorious mystery is so high there is none can it finde If any of it knoweth ought 't is he saith I am blinde It 's more then sixteene hundred yeares when first it had a tongue And though so long it hath remain'd it still is fresh and young The age hereof Eternity it doth make knowne and wee Shall then by light taste and feele life when Conquerors we shall be Who shall declare the Fathers minde unlesse it be the Sonne And when men come to know the same by it their hearts are wonne To dwell where grace and love doth meet and so to finde a rest Even in his bosome where they know they are secure and blest There are they fill'd with all delights their Cup doth overflow Their comforts never die nor flie but flourish still and grow Though they like to Leviathan could drinke up Rivers wide Yet doth these vast eternall deepes in their full strength abide There are they ever measuring out these everlasting measures And by their labour they doe finde new Springs of living pleasures The world and all it's joyes are lost when they in him are found They see all Shadowes fly away their rest is true and sound Was ever any taken up into his bosome sweet And did not finde Loves glorious face with smiles him kisse and greet Nor ever lay there any space but had their face with glory Most richly deckt and in their hearts there written was a story Of things most rich most high most pure mysterious and unknowne The world it cannot understand because they love their owne The spirit doth transforme and mould into the image bright Both of the Father and the Son by both their pow'r and light All these which are by glorious beames drawne up into the Son Lives in the midst of lasting light where life doth purely run More clear than any chrystall stream more strong than any tide The sweetnesse of this water pure invites men to abide Where they may drink and be refresht and in themselves may know This fountain runs their springs doth rise and plentifully flow The truth of all is surely this that Iesus now is set And made a Prince of high degree to shew Gods glory great The Father trusts him with his stock and fulnesse of his store He hath the rule of all he hath he hath not any more This Iesus is our brother dear he hath our portions sure Hee 's true hee 's wise hee 's strong withall in him they are secure He like a nurse doth cherish us by drops as we can bear And when we come to greater strength then greater is our share From him we suck in him we grow into his armes we flee There are we compast with all joyes and in these joyes we see Our names our natures and our life most clear most pure and bright The truth and glory of all we are even by the spirit of light This spirit searcheth deep into things that very high The length and breadth of glorious store it hath before its eye