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The Churches ardent love to Christ being a paraphrase on Cant. 1. 2, 3 / by J.J.
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Jordan, Joshua.; R. B. To the ingenious Mr. Joshua Jordan on his foregoing poem.; C. B. To the bookseller on the foregoing poem.
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Disrobe thy self for Raggs and be content From thy Dear Fathers bosome to be sent Into this World of wickedness and wo Pains far beyond our thoughts to undergo Such as thou never couldst have born their Load Hadst thou been only Man and not been God One drachm whereof t' have born would e'er have prest The Universe below the hope of Rest Yet should if thou hadst not the whole have born Expos'd unto thy Vassels greatest scorn The worst indignities of vilest Men The wrath of an incensed God! And then Thy spotless Soul a Sacrifice for Sin To offer up 'T is endless to begin Thy condescending Love t' admire for all Thy Sufferings were to free vile Man from thrall And re-instate him in a state of Bliss Of thy free will for no desert of his That thou the King shouldst Trayt'rous Man forgive Yea die the Traytor 's death that he might live Well might the Worlds bold eye ashamed be When Men would not thy Innocency see Well might the senseless Rocks in sunder rent When Reas'n-endowed Men would not relent Well might the sacred Temple's vail be broken When Worshippers would shew of grief no Token Well might dead Bodies rise out of their Graves When living Men would not be Free but Slaves And well might Angels stoop themselves to see The greatness of so great a Mistery These works of Love and Wonder have such Fame In Heaven and Earth thee got as that thy Name Is as most precious Oyntment poured out Attracting Virgins Love the World throughout Mounting their Faith above their Hope with me For e'er to love and be belov'd of thee And are some of thine Oyntments sweet Perfumes Whose Fragrancies have filled all the rooms Of Virgin-hearts whereby they are made fit For thee their King to enter in and sit And sup with them and make them long to see Thy glorious self their welcomâ—st Guest to be The savour of thine Oyntment too is sweet Both in thy Word and Temples where they meet O! how they joy that thou hast so contriv'd That in thy Word to keep their hearts reviv'd As in a glass they may thee still behold That thou their Spots and their depraved Mold Dost by thy Spirit cleanse and make them whiter Than scouring can by Fullers Soap and Nitre And hast engag'd for ever me t' uphold Against Hell gates or ought that can be told Thy Graces too prepar'd with heavenly Art Do Cordialize thine Oyntment for the Heaâ—t Being sweet'ned with thy Promises these deck Thee more than Chains of Gold the purest Neck And send such Odours forth as that they draw With sweeter Violence than Jet the Straw All Virgins unto thee with power such The Load-stone draws not Iron half so much And thou with these all Virgins hast adorn'd These Rubies and these Pomanders though scorn'd By others are yet are by them so priz'd As by thy help they have them Temperiz'd So are fit Habitations of thy Spirit Meet for that glorious Light which Saints inherit And will at last be my Companions found For they with me with Love to thee are Crown'd And these our Crowns which here are made of Love Will help make up our glorious Crowns above To the Ingenious Mr. Joshua Jordan on his foregoing Poem I. SAY sacred Bard What Muse did thee inspire none of the Poets nine it could not be I rather think 't was some Diviner fire and wish the same would so inspire me II. So sweet each Cadence flows replete with sense the more I read it I admire thee more And so attractive is your Eloquence methinks I have no power to give o'er III. Your sacred Accents with bright vertue fraught declares your thoughts are pure immaculate Wisdom and Grace together there is wrought and sprightly Wit triumphant sits in state IV. Some may perhaps in these debauched times censorious be but let them do their worst The Wise and Vertuous will affect your Rhimes whilst impious Criticks do with envy burst V. As when bright Sol hid in a gloomy Cloud breaks forth it shines more glorious than before E'en so your Verse though darkness may it shroud a while at length 't will please us more and more Oxcynthes R. B. To the Bookseller on the foregoing Poem THE Author 's yet unknown to me so I forbear to speak for fear I should thereby Detract from his desert and hurt his Name Who once may gain an everlasting Fame His Aim is good the Subject's too divine To be made better by a Pen of mine The Genius may by use be more sublime And Dr n may become his Friend in time His Name perhaps may make the faithless World Believe his Muse from Helicon was hurl'd Till then I 'll say no more than that I am Your faithful Friend and still will be the same C. B. Licens'd May 4. 1687. R. M. LONDON Printed for John Taylor at the Ship in St. Paul's Church-yard 1687.
THE CHURCHES Ardent LOVE to CHRIST Being a PARAPHRASE on Cant. 1.2 3. By J. J. To the READER READER IF thou hast holy flames which ne'er do cease This Poem read it may thy flames increase Or if thou art Prophane here thou may'st see To the true Church thy Non-conformity Some I have known who highly did admire That any should be sing'd in Cupid's fire Yet have themselves found it too hot at last To bear the scalding heat but of a Blast So thou that art Prophane thou mayst admire That any should be fond of Holy Fire Yet may a holy spark some time or other Take in thy heart which thou mayst never smother And who can tell but that this Poem may That spark produce wouldst thou but read and pray Perchance thou mayst in reading raise some Jeers For ought I know thou mayst let fall some Tears He may be won that longest doth resist The Spirits wind doth blow where it doth list I 'll ne'er despair of any whilst I see A fruitless Tree may next year fruitful be But yet remember this there 's nothing brings More danger than to scoff at sacred things The Song was his who wisest was of Kings My style 's too low for matter so Divine The Râ—â—â— is dull the Precious-stone doth shine Take thou the Stone and let the Ring be mine Cant. 1. 2 3 Verses Let him Kiss me with the Kâ—sses of his Mouth for thy Love is â—etter than Wine Because of thâ— savour of thy good Oyntments thy name is as Oyntment poured out therefore do the Virgins Love thee Wâ—â—â— Tongue sufficient 〈◊〉 express my grief Wâ—en 〈…〉 presence gives â—eâ—â—â— In all my streights Sole Object of my joy To whom the World compar'd is but a toy Which never can my poorest fancy please Without thy blessed Self O come and ease My wounded Love-sick heart It s sacred fire If thou sustainest not 't will soon expire Thou did'st inkindle it to purge out sin And none besides thy self can keep it in Should it go out Death soon would me surprize And triumph too in closing of mine eyes My Love and Life are interwoven so As one cannot without the other go O! therefore come with thy enlivening breath Blow up my â—eals I may not mourn to Death I Salamander like can be content No where but in Love's fiery Element Nor comfort take but while my flames exalt Their Curling-tops above the Azure Vault And thou alone canst make them so to burn O! therefore how I long for thy Return Let there no Zenith there no Nadir be To separate my dear Bridegroom from me Stand off thou East and West thou North and South Let him me kiss with th' kisses of his mouth Their favours will not only keep me chaste But be of Glory too a good foretaste They will such Sweets convey into my heart As Heaven itself no better can impart So I for waiting shall a full amends Receive and make it known to Foes and Friends That all may see how sweet a Spouse I have And may the same endearing Kisses crave His Kisses so enamour will the Soul As nought but Love divine shall there controul Be gone thou World let not a frown or smile Of thine wherewith thou many dost beguile Fill any place 'twixt him and me Go go To those that place their happiness below I 'll harbour no Competitor for I Resolve to him to live for him to die So Ardent is my Love I cannot brook That ought should hinder me but of a Look With his sweet breath let me be so perfum'd As all those nasty Worms may be consum'd Bred by the want of it His pow'rful breath Can blow them all beneath the power of Death And cleanse my sully'd Soul and Body so As both shall whiter be than driven Snow Such distances are nothing to my Dear I can no sooner wish but lo he 's near I knew this glorious Sun was nigh to dawn Because I felt my frozen heart was thawn Lo at their widest spread are here mine arms Thee to embrace My heart is fill'd with Charms Of Love. Ye everlasting doors stand ope And let the King of Glory have full scope To enter in O! come possess thine own Within my Heart set up thy Kingly Throne Rule in my Heart and rule thou there alone Cast out all those which oft have made me groan For thy dear Love far better is than Wine That cheers my heart but This makes it divine Yea 't hath a Vertue too more worth than Gold It changeth Enmity into Loves mold For even those that did thee hate and by False Lovers were defil'd thy glancing Eye Hath made them quit those Lovers all to cleave To thee knowing thou ne'er wilt them deceive Yea it transcends all worldly Joys so far As it admits not of the least compare Nay should they be compar'd substracting trouble The World in full could never weigh a Bubble Verse 3. Thou great Chirurgeon of Mankind thou hast Both Power and Will to cure but with a Cast Of thy most bright and radient Eye the heart Though wounded through with Satans fiery dart The goodness of thine Oyntment too is such All Maladies 't hath cur'd but with a Toutch It s sovereign vertues when thou didst make known How it had cur'd the World of being none Yea when 't was self-destroy'd and had Death's groan Uponâ—t then its sweet Savour did disperse Such sweet Perfumes throughout the Universe So mixt with Love and Grace that Virgins all By a most dear Impulse could not but fall In Love with thee That thou that didst Eternity Enjoy with all above that yonder Sky Where true and everlasting Joys abound And if there no Associates had been found Hadst happy been in thine ownselfs enjoyment Wâ—â—â—â— the slaâ—ish trouble of Employment Shouldst yet have thoughts of making Man and for His Dwelling-place a World that should concur With him to answer all his needs and then To joy to dwell among the Sons of Men And for that World t' employ thy Providence Both for its Sustentation and Defence And t' undertake the toyl to rule 't although Thou knew'st that Man thy Deputy would grow More wild than wildest Bruits and thee forsake And that this World thou shouldst of nothing make And Man but of a dirty Clod of Clay And dart into him such a glorious Ray As did thy blessed Image on him stamp And place within him such a heavenly Lamp As might have guided him in all his ways And brought him safe to Glory thee to Praise But O! let Seraphims speak if they can It is above the reach of Finite Man The wonderful Stupendiousness to tell Of thy Redeeming Love That when Man fell From his created state had quite defaced Thy sacred Image all his Oyl was wasted Extinguished that Lamp which was his Guide And nought became but a huge Mass of Pride And yet of Misery That thou shouldst leave Thy glorious Throne Mans Nature to receive