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A33747	The situation of paradise found out being an history of a late pilgrimage unto the Holy Land, with a necessary apparatus prefixt, giving light into the whole design ...	Coleraine, Henry Hare, Baron, 1636-1708.	1683 (1683)	Wing C5064; ESTC R18407	113,799	258

less but greater far and nobler if any Comparison can be made betwixt a Coelestial Substance and an Earthly one Thus his stony and obdurate heart which the Thunders of the Law could not shiver is now softned with the Bloud of the Passover He who but a little while afore matter'd not the Threats and Terrors of Mount Sinai is now touched and moved with the sweet Gospel-Messages of Love and Peace Whence ever after he related great things of this Evangelical Feast how it was the Seal of his Pardon the Christian Pasport of his Heavenly Pilgrimage and the beginning of his Vnion with God And how it gave him all things even by removing him from them and making him desire nothing but JESUS and to be with him in PARADISE CHAP. X. An Eucharistical Meditation AS soon therefore as he was returned back again with the Eremit into his Cell and shut himself up in a close apartment thereof his Soul by rapturous flights of Joy strove to ascend upward and exert her self in these following Acts of devout Acknowledgment I. I am well pleased that the Lord hath thus heard the § 1. An Act of Thanksgiving and Adoration voice of my Prayer Blessed is he that now cometh in the Name of the Lord Hosanna in the highest Blessed is he that cometh in the Name of the Lord Hosanna here below Thrice hail most triumphant Prince of Heaven Hail holy wonderful eternal King great Deliverer successful Combatant the Redemption of the Captives and the Oppressed and upon this day the First-Fruits and Hopes to those that sleep of a glorious Resurrection Hallelujah Salvation and Glory and Honour and Power be to the Lord our God Blessed is he that cometh in the Name of the Lord Hallelujah I adore thee I worship thee I love thee I magnifie thee O thou Conqueror of Hell and Death victorious Champion over the Infernal Forces I will magnifie thee as much as I am able and will still strive to magnifie thee more All hail welcome sweetest Saviour Jesus welcome Lamb of God the Life-giving Sacrifice the spiritual Refection the holy and accepted Peace-Offering the Deliverance and Comfort of all faithful Souls Welcome victorious Lamb all the mighty Hosts of Heaven fall down before thee and with everlasting Praises delight to celebrate the glories and triumphs of so strange a Love And here below under their feet I would do the same Thou art the powerful and wise the Lord of Hosts the King of Loves thou art called and thy Conquests are spread abroad as far as the ends of the World When the terrours of Death encompassed me round when the nethermost Hell threatned to devour me quick and Satan was ready to grasp my polluted Soul then found I deliverance then saw I my returning Victor laden with their spoils and having trampled on and crushed their power bidding me live Behold even he whom I fought against has obtained for me the victory and has overcome me with his love and with his love has made me overcome The great God the mighty Saviour of Nations hath pitied a poor perishing wretch he hath snatched my life from out the paws of the devouring Lion and the sulphurous stench and horrors of yonder black Abyss II. But who can tell me how all this came to pass what § 2. An Act of Contrition or Humility was there in me that I should be thus highly honoured or my life worth that it should be ransomed at so dear a rate as the death of my God Why should God the Father whom I had offended send his Son to die for me Why should God the Son whom I had so sinned against bear the load and punishment of that sin Tell me what could the Creator see worthy of so great savour in such an abominable and filthy Creature or the Lord of all things in his proud presumptuous Vassal the Holiest in a sinner wallowing in his Lusts How came Vnworthiness and Pride Rebellion and Sin perverse Dust and Ashes to find thus instead of the heaviest curse and dreadfullest execution of a just and fiery Indignation so extraordinary a Blessing so far not onely above my merit but my comprehension This is all Prodigie of Mercy Shall the careless and disobedient the refractory and murmuring Servant be rewarded be feasted with his Master Shall the wilful and obstinate offender be pardoned the despicable and haughty Villain be pitied Who can believe there is so great Charity for an Enemy or such Honours as these for the vilest of the children of men This was indeed too great for me to expect or wish for will take up all the wonder of Men and Angels Ah! have have not my Crimes crucified him my Passions made him bleed and could he yet do and suffer so much for me Has not my Pride alas stript him naked my Intemperance and Luxury forced him to fast And did not my Covetousness make him poor my Ambition a slave But he hath covered my Nakedness and Folly he hath feasted me with his holy ones he hath filled me with the Riches of his Grace and hath freed me from the slavery of sin The bitterness of my Spirit hath been worse to him than the very Gall he tasted my Peevishness and Malice than the Vinacre he drank my Honours have wreath'd him a Crown of Thorns The rude Souldier pierced but his side when I pierced his very heart with sorrows My Jollity was that anguish which made his Virginal Body to be drained all over bloudy droops of Sweat My Scoffs at Religion have been far more intolerable have entred deeper into his Soul than the Contempt and Mockeries of the Pretorian Band. Nay my very Devotion and Piety has murthered him my Addresses have been criminal and traiterous and with Judas have I studied to betray him with a kiss O Prodigie of Villany But neither is this all Ah me I can scarce utter that which is still more black Oft would my Wickednesses have offered Violence even to his glorified Body and ripped up his Wounds afresh Thus have I open'd his side by violating those mysterious Sacraments which proceeded thence my best works put him to shame Nor indeed could I any otherwise have claimed his infinite Mercy but that I am infinitely vile and infinitely sinful III. Dearest Jesu how admirable are the effects of thy § 3. An Act of Wonder Goodness How glorious and condescending is thy Love that could do all this for me and how disproportionate are the Returns of thy soveraign Bounty to the deserts of a perfidious disloyal wretch I came not unto thee of my self but thou hast drawn me with Cords though I refused yet found I protection My Guilt was thy Condemnation yet through thee am I saved Thou hast reached forth to me the Scepter with the same hand which my Vanity had mocked with a Reed Could I ever expect to receive life from him whom mine Iniquities bruised and even robbed of his a Cure through his

tumultuously compast round by the Giddy Rabble who cried up his Nonsence for Gospel and those Doctrines in which was Death yea though in never so plain legible Characters there was written on them the Curse Thou shalt die the Death for Soul-saving ones Amongst these was a poor paltry Fellow who had somewhat in him I know not what it was which he named Conscience for Conscience it was not that could unhinge Governments overthrow States and tumble down Scepters and Crowns that so all being turn'd topsie-turvy the first last and the last first he might be advanc'd to the top With him joyn'd such as were of Levelling Principles and such as were any whit discontented setting up the Standart of Reformation A little further I met with a quaint Controvertist in the Rear of these RELIGIONS who bandied all this about and even raised Objections by his answering them As also a slie Favorite who had learnt from him how to make his Praises to be Accusations and by putting off Doubts to bring Doubts into ones head I had the company afterwards of a rich old Chuf who having read that the Glod of the Land of Havilah was good came this way to seek out Paradise Having travelled thus far such was the effect of the Air and of our Travel that now every one became light-headed Also the Ways which before did seem curiously laid with Tarras and the rich sorts of Cement now appeared to be paved with dead mens Sculls And though we now began to view the blazes of the Fire yet one would have perswaded us that it was onely a glimpse of the Coelestial Light and that we were not far from the bright Mansions of the East from o●… delightful Eden placed near the Sun-rising Some of us were willing to believe 〈◊〉 and some to believe that all things were made and govern'd by Chance which Supposition being hard to maintain others holding a fatal Necessity said they did not go but were carried The Presumptuous thought he continued on as fast or faster than any of us still cried God was merciful and he should at last arrive at Paradise But the Desperate leaping into the Gulf of Flames which we now plainly saw said it was impossible for him to do otherwise or to avoid the same by running back No Tongue can express the Horrours and the Pangs that I already endur'd Whereupon I stepped a little out of the Road to ease my Grief But being unable to move far I fell down expecting there I should die I could discern that they were Baboons and Monsters in the shape of Men with whom I had all this while conversed could see the Devils preparing their Torments and ready to fetch away my Soul Then first opening a Book which I had hitherto kept that was given me by my forgotten Friend Theosophus I began to read but Despair and dreadful Dismayedness of Mind closed up mine Eyes in an horrible affrighting Sleep CHAP. XIV The VISION of Tophet I Remember to have somewhere read a very remarkable Story of a melancholy Pilgrim in the first Ages of this Institution who having seen HELL but in a Dream said he would rather chuse to suffer a thousand Deaths than see the same again or for one half hour more the short turn of a Glass feel what he had felt And such effects had this saith the Historian upon him that of a debauched lewd Liver he became the greatest Saint the most resolute Professor of Christ and immediately separated from the World putting on such Weeds as this poor well-meaning Tract would fain cloth its Pilgrim-Reader in I do most heartily wish O that Wishes were not vain that what the brave Timotheus in the same case hath seen may as on him it did so which he prayed for all the days of his Pilgrimage with unutterable Groans on all those to whom the Relation thereof ever cometh work the like effect O that hereby I could frighten the stupid out of his Lethargy of Sin and rouse him up into a sense of his Condition O that if such an one shall turn over these leaves he would sit down and consider a while to what place he is travelling ask himself whether he can dwell with Everlasting Burnings That he would do so much if not out of Religion yet out of Prudence lest he come to feel the same at long run not in Vision but Reality greater too perhaps than this and far beyond all Hyperboles of Pain My Sleep was such said the noble and truly pious Convert as I verily believed it to be Death and a Devil I thought taking me up with his Claws carried me toward the Burning Lake Which as I drew near appeared to me to be bounded with seven high Banks of solid and unconsumed Fire and on a spatious sevenfold Gate of rocky and impenetrable Adamant which open'd to us of its own accord I read with a sorrowful cast of mine Eyes these words TOPHET IS ORDAINED OF OLD YEA FOR THE WICKED IT IS PREPARED HE HATH MADE IT LARGE AND DEEP THE PILE THEREOF IS MVCH FIRE AND MVCH FVEL THE BREATH OF THE LORD LIKE A STREAM OF BRIMSTONE DOTH ENKINDLE IT Isai c. 30. v. 33. As soon as I was entred I heard a Voice like the Voice of Thunder and the Voice of many Waters saying KEEP THESE SOVLS BOVND IN CHAINS OF DARKNESS VNTIL THE GREAT AVDIT OF THE LORD and another LET HOT BVRNING COALS FALL VPON THEM LET THEM BE CAST INTO THE FIRE AND INTO THE PIT THAT THEY NEVER RISE VP AGAIN And looking back I saw great Multitudes behind me rushing in at the Gate who were bound presently and cast into the Lake A wild Wast methought it was of inextinguishable Sulphur and Naphtha whereon as far as ever I could ken lay rowling hopeless Peoples and Nations that striving to blow it out made it burn the more and kept it burning Whence intolerable Smoak with gloomy Flakes of unlightsome flame were scattered upwards and darkened round the wide Coast There are perhaps some subtile Wits who will say 't is impossible for Flame not to be light but let them subtilize as they please before they know the nature of this Flame they are not very competent Judges It was I remember every where so black and dismal a Night as plagu'd Egypt sure felt not such a Night as could not be brooded even on the face of Chaos an obscure a smart a boundless and a never-ending I concluded Night palpable almost to the Touch. But how vain am I that I strive to describe it For it was greater far than I can express to you nay certainly than any one can dread or Poetick Phant'sie imagine Which yet was render'd more terrible if any thing possibly could adde to such Terror by flashes of Lightning breaking it and horrid Shapes that continually passed through the thick substantial Darkness By those dreadful gleams of Light I could discern sooty deformed Ghosts every moment flying by me and sundry black