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Miscellanea sacra, or, Poems on divine & moral subjects collected by N. Tate ...
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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frown'd upon my Birth Nor to this Hour allows one Minute's Mirth Yet still I 'm flatter'd with deceitful Air That always says to Morrow shall be fair No Morrow yet has darted one kind Ray But still proves darker than the former Day The ruffling Winds oftimes disturb the Main But soon the Billows grow compos'd again No Leaves in Winter on the Grove are seen Which yet the next Spring Cloaths with fresher Green When sudden Storms eclipse the Morning's Light Those once dispers'd the Day returns more bright My gloomy Thoughts no Interval can find The Tempest always rages in my Mind My Sighs are all the Musick I employ My Sighs are all the Musick I enjoy With these I pass the tedious Night away With these I pass the yet more tedious Day My Friends 't is true their Counsel oft address Advise me oft to make my Sorrows less I took their Council gave to Mirth the Rein Mirth only brought more sharp Returns of Pain For when my Griefs with Laughter I 'd beguile Tempestuous Sighs destroy'd the Infant Smile And when I try to Sleep my Griefs to Rest Their Crys fright from my Door the gentle Guest Ye Streams and Groves my long frequented Seats Ye Rocks Caves my Sorrows last Retreats You know how oft my Groans in vain supprest Have with recoiling Fury torn my Breast While Eccho gentle sharer of my Woe Returns a Sigh to ev'ry Sigh I throw Here Progne do's her mournful Story tell Answer'd by sadder Notes of Philomel Each in her Turn renews the doleful Strain While Halcyons from the distant Shoars complain With these the Turtle joins eternal Moan Like me she mourns and murmurs all alone Thus Fate do's cruelly my Life prolong Of all my suffrings Life the greatest Wrong Out of Hermannus Hugo I Charge you O Daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my Beloved that ye tell him I am sick of Love Cant. 5. 8. YE happy souls of Heavenly Salem's Race Whose snowy Feet the Azure Temples grace You you I charge attend my sacred Strain If ye by chance shou'd find my Love again Tell him I Languish with a Fire unknown As Iasmins saint beneath th' Assyrian Sun For ' midst the Darts he lately scatter'd round He fell himself a Shaft and I a Wound At least his own Blood ting'd the pointed Steel ' For I more His than my own Sufferings feel Ah! with what fires was then my Soul possest As if whole Aetna heav'd within my Breast If he 's inquisitive as Lovers are And should enquire of each particular Talk all the Forms of Languish and Distress Which Pain forbids the Sufferer to express He 'll ask if I am Feaverish tell him No My Spirits are too weak my Pulse too low He 'll ask if danger of my Life appears Tell what your Eyes discover not your Ears Tell him you bid me speak whilst my faint breath Imported nothing but the signs of Death Perhaps he 'll ask you how I did appear What Looks and what my other symptoms were This or like This let your Description be That he my danger with its Cause may see A pale a frightful trembling Ghost I lye Condemn'd O Fate neither to live nor dye I pant and struggle for my hovering Breath Labouring for either perfect Life or Death With heavy Eyes that sink in gloomy Shade My faint Right hand within my Bosom laid No rosy Colours no young Native heat No Pulse tho' touch'd can be perceiv'd to beat A floud of Tears wash my faint Life away And dying Sighs to him my Soul convey Whilst in these sad Complaints I still admire To feel I burn yet know not what 's the fire Unless 't is Love which doth these Passions move For every accent of my Pain is Love From hence I find from hence proceeds my flame I know not Love but yet a Lover am Love made my Plaints so loud my Sighs so deep Love taught my unexperienc'd Eyes to weep From hence th' Abruptness of my Language came That I could utter nothing but his Name This in these words Let my Beloved hear That I fond of my pain his Fetters bear Tell him I burn with such a gentle fire As Roses in the Summers heat expire Tell him that I with long Desires decay As hoary Lillies droop and fade away I charge ye tell him I am sick of Love And my last Sickness tell him it will prove ON EASTER-DAY By an unknown Hand 1. HArk Sure I hear Urania play I hear her tune the heavenly Strings Some wondrous Tidings sure she brings Oh! now methinks I hear her say The Sun of Rightcousness To day Must break must rise must come away With Healing on his Wings 2. 'T is done behold the God appear Fulfilling all that he hath said Captivity is Captive led Death of his old invenom'd Spear Behold disarm'd and conquer'd here The Grave no more the Members seat Since risen is the Head 3. In vain the silly Rabbins strove A Stratagem of Force to find The Lord Omnipotent to bind Too weak to stop Almighty Love Their Guards their Stone their Seal must prove The trembling Earth doth all remove Like Dust before the Wind. 4. Let ransom'd Men in Praises vie Let every faithful Soul rejoice And tune to Angels Notes his Voice Hail Son of David let them cry Hail Thou that Livest and didst Dye That list'st thy glorious Seat on high And Sufferings mad'st thy Choice 5. Unfold ye Everlasting Gates That Guard the great Iehovah's Towers Those Sacred My stick Leaves of yours The King of Glory for you waits Receive him O ye blissful Bow'rs Ye Thrones Dominions Sceptred Powers He comes accomplish'd are the Hours Appointed by the Fates 6. Be now thy Foes thy Footstool made Exalted high on God's Right-hand A Priest for ever mayst thou stand Thy dear Redeeming Blood to plead Th' imperfect Sacrifice to aid Which is by wretched Man convey'd And never must be scann'd A Preparation to PRAYER By the same Hand 1. LET no bold Prayer presume to rise Let no unhallowed Incense go A fruitless Progress through the Skies Whilst here thy Heart remains below Thy Heart adorn'd in all its best desires Thy Father kindly courts thy awful God requires 2. Think with what Reverence and State Thy Maker is ador'd Above What mighty Beings round him wait And pay their Worship and their Love That Cherubims are in his Sight afraid And with enfolded Wings their glorious Faces Shade 3. How must that Guardian Angel grieve That to attend thy Soul is sent Such cold Petitions to receive As his warm Zeal can ne'er present How must he grieve thy empty Forms to see In Spirit and in Truth his God must worshipt be 4. How will it swell thy final Cares How will it all thy hopes defeat To see thy Sins increas'd by Prayers Which only could their force abate How can'st thou hope t' escape those foreign Harms Who thus against thy self turn'st thy defensive Arms GOLD is try'd in the Fire
bereft By open Force or secret Theft Safe in it's Cabinet 't will stay Till by the Owner thrown away O dismal Bargain when for Sin we sell This Gemm 'T is Life for Death and Heav'n for Hell By Dr. Fuller LOrd what is Man lost Man that thou shou'd'st be So mindful of him that the Son of God Should quit his Glory his Divine Abode To be on Earth a poor Afflicted Man The Deity contracted to a Span And that for me O wondrous Love for me Reveal ye glorious Spirits when ye knew The way the Son of God took to renew Lost Man Your vacant Places to supply Blest Spirits tell Which did Excel Which was more prevalent Your Joy or your Astonishment That for a Worm a God should Dye Oh! for a Quill drawn from your Wing To write the Praises of th' Eternal Love Oh! for a Voice like Yours to sing That Anthem here which once you sung Above By the same Hand IN the black dismal Dungeon of Despair Pin'd with a Tormenting Care Wrackt with my Fears Drown'd in my Tears With dreadful Expectation of my Doom And certain horrid Judgments soon to come Lord here I lie Lost to all hope of Liberty Hence never to remove But by a Miracle of Love Which I scarce dare to hope much less expect Being guilty of so great so long Neglect Fool that I was worthy a sharper Rod To slight thy Courtings O my God! For thou didst Woo Intreat and Grieve Didst beg me to be happy and to Live But I would not I chose to dwell With Death too far from thee too near to Hell But is there no Redemption no Relief Thou sav'st a Murd'rer and a Thief Thy Mercy Lord once more advance And give O give me such a Glance As Peter had thy sweet kind Chiding Look Will change my Heart as it did melt that Rock Look on me Iesu as thou didst on him 'T is more than to Create thus to Redeem By the same Hand HOw have I stray'd my God! where have I been Since first I wander'd in the maze of Sin Lord I have been I know not where So intricate Youths Follies are Age hath its Labyrinths and Mazes too But neither hath a wise returning Clue Thy Look thy Call to me Shall my far better Ariadne be Hark I hear my Shepherd call away And in a kind complaining Accent say Why does my Soul thus stray O blessed Voice That prompts me to new Choice And fain dear Shepherd would I come But I can find no Track To lead me back And if I still go on I am undone 'T is thou O Lord must bring me home Or point me out at least the way For ah poor Souls have thousand ways to stray Yet to return alas but One. HYMN OH that mine Eyes wou'd melt into a Flood That I might plunge in Tears for Thee As thou didst Swim in Blood to ransom me Oh! that this fleshly Limbeck would begin To drop a Tear for every Sin See how his Arms are spread To entertain Death's welcome Bands Behold his bowing Head His bleeding Hands His oft repeated Stripes his wounded Side Hark how he Groans remember how he Cry'd The very Heavens put weeds of Mourning on The solid Rocks in sunder rent And yet this Heart this Stone could not relent Hard-hearted Man to weep alone deny'd Hard-hearted Man for whom alone he Dy'd The Passing-Bell COme honest Sexton take thy Spade And let my Grave be quickly made Thou still art ready for the Dead Like a kind Host to make my Bed I now am come to be thy Guest Let me in some Dark Lodging rest For I am weary full of pain And of my Pilgrimage complain On Heavens Decree I waiting lye And all my wishes are to dye Hark I hear my Passing-Bell Farewel my loving Friends Farewel 2. Make my cold Bed good Sexton deep That my poor Bones may safely sleep Until that sad and joyful Day When from Above a Voice shall say Wake all ye Dead lift up your Eyes The Great Creator bids you Rise Then do I hope among the Just To shake off this Polluted Dust And with new Robes of Glory drest To have access among the Blest Hark I hear my Passing-Bell Farewel my loving Friends Farewel JOB's CVRSE By Dr. JEREMY TAYLOR LEt the Night perish Cursed be the Morn Wherein 't was said there is a Man-Child born Let not the Lord regard that Day but shroud It 's fatal Glory in some sullen Cloud May the dark shades of an Eternal Night Exclude the least kind beam of dawning Light Let unknown Babes as in the Womb they lye If it be mention'd give a Groan and Dye No sounds of Joy therein shall charm the Ear No Sun no Moon no Twi-light Stars appear But a thick Vale of gloomy Darkness wear Why did I not when first my Mothers Womb Discharg'd me thence drop down into my Tomb Then had I been at quiet and mine Eyes Had slept and seen no Sorrow there the wise And subtil Councillor the Potentate Who for themselves built Palaces of State Lie husht in silence there 's no Mid-night Cry Caus'd by Oppressive Tyranny Of Wicked Rulers There the Weary cease From Labour there the Prisoner sleeps in Peace The Rich the Poor the Monarch and the Slave Rest undist urb'd and no Distinction have Within the silent Chambers of the Grave The Words by a Young Lady THere 's no disturbance in the Heavens above And heavenly Souls do nothing else but Love No Anger no Remorse no Discontent Can seize a Soul that 's truly Innocent And aims at nought but that she may combine With all she finds like to her self Divine And seeing Things in such Confusion hurl'd Does not contend with but despise the World A Dialogue between two Penitents 1 Pt. HArk how the wakeful cheerful Cock The Villagers Astrologer Clapping his Wings proclaims the Day And chides thy Sleep and Night away 2 Pt. I hear and thank my kind Remembrancer Flow flow my Tears O when will you begin St. Peter's Bird Reproves St. Peter's Sin 1 P. Complaining Man hast thou thy Christ deny'd 2 Pt. Wo's me I have done more than Peter did With less Excuse and many ways beside Ev'n since my Christ was glorify'd And this alas too oft alas more more than thrice As often as I Chose and Woo'd a Vice Or brutish Lust to be Abhor'd Rejected Jesu my dear Lord. 1 Pt. O my sad Heart if that be to deny None ought to weep more Floods than I When to receive into my Heart a Sin I thrust my Jesu out and took it in But Lord how oft he came and being deny'd Dy'd How dolefully he cry'd Why dost thou use me thus who for thee 2 Pt. Methinks I hear him Call too from the Tree Ungrateful Wretch were these Wounds made for Thee Who both deny'dst me and betray'd me too For every wanton Kiss A very Iudas is And each malicious Thought a spiteful Iew. 1 Pt. If Sins do now what