I 'll more prepare And on Religion then attend with warmer Care On these my God was Born on these he Dy'd On these he Rose on these in Flame On us the Spirit gently came On these their Lord his valiant Martyrs try'd Up then my Soul awake arise Reach tow'rd the Goal grasp at thy kindred Skies I shall found so employed be blest And in a nobler Trust and fuller Glories rest XIX O that I had Wings like a Dove ENough enough in this vain World I find To disengage my wandring Mind To wean me from the Joys below And Anchoret or Hermit grow A thousand Follies here assault me round A thousand noisy Tales my Thoughts confound I want a little time for me Of Silence and of Privacy Where I my humble Heart might raise To sing my great Creator's lofty Praise And there with undiscover'd Tears begin To cleanse my self from hateful Sin Fain would I meditate on what 's to come A while before I 'm summon'd home Fain would I exercise my Mind A while on that long Life behind How should I act Blest Saints of old withdrew To Woods and Rocks and Caves from human View There they enjoy'd themselves and there With humble Prayers and Lives severe Had quiet Sleeps and peaceful Dreams And Vertues were their lively Fancies Themes There they converst with God and learnt to dwell With him who was Invisible But what are meaner Saints My Saviour too From noisy Crouds to Mountains flew And there in lonesome Silence pray'd And thence his Heavenly Sermons made Would I with him to just Perfection rise With Truth forgot the careless World surprize He who a while reserv'd has been May be with greater Safety seen He safely speaks who Silence chose He governs best who best Subjection knows Obedience is by him most kindly nurst Who was himself obedient first When thro a lonesome wild or silent Grove Secur'd by Innocence I rove There where no bloody Tyrants reign Nor cruel wrested Laws restrain Where I sole King my self at large command And only at my own Tribunal stand Yet my Creator's every where And he 's my holy Guardian there He 's still my Fear my Master still And I his Laws with utmost Care fulfil No holy Hermit in his Cell can lie More humble more devout than I. Yet tho I rest or wander where I please Temptations oft upon me seize Tho parted from the noisy Rout Hell's Gloomy Prince can find me out Nor could my Saviour from his Strokes be free When in his solitary Privacy Yet when alone I spend my Time In Extasies and Fights sublime And dream Celestial Visions roul In glorious Order thro my raptur'd Soul Temptations may redeem my languid Sense From Pride and sinful Confidence O could I quit the World and worldly Toys It s vain Solicitudes and Joys How would my harmless Conscience rest All quiet in my peaceful Breast But can I e're to such Attainments rise Till Grief for Sin break thro my mournful Eyes Till to my lustful Follies I At thousand bleeding Wounds can die And in my humble private Cell Long with my self in silent Sorrows dwell So I indeed above the World below May rise and better stronger grow When from my Lord the baffled Fiend retir'd And all his cruel Hopes expir'd Convinc'd his deadly Enemy True God not Man alone must be Straight at his Feet Angelick Armies kneel'd With Hymns of Praise for that triumphant Field So when in private Silence I My hellish Tempters Arts defy And Scripture-Light and constant Tears Wash out my Stains and guide my fading Years My God will my endear'd Companion be And Angels always wait on me What can I gain below but empty Toys A wretched World and sensual Joys Where all to ruine and betray Black Lusts their horrid Charms display Where shortliv'd Joys to tedious Woes succeed And Terrors on the wounded Conscience feed Were all things mine that All would be But visionary Vanity Look up my Soul then Pardon crave And let vain Men their vainer Longings have Be Christ but thine his Peace around thee dwell Thou l't love the darkest Cave and hug the loneliest Cell XX. A broken and a contrite Heart O God thou wilt not despise Wouldst thou improve my Soul With Fear Before thy God's all-piercing Eyes appear Retrench thy Mirth thy wandring Sense restrain Esteem a contrite Heart thy noblest Gain Contrition that vast Treasure shews Which vain Desires and careless Manners loose It 's strange that thoughtless Men can bear Such Shews of Mirth when wretched Exiles here And such dire Woes such mighty Dangers near Fools oft with an undecent Grin Throw Ashes o're those glowing Coals within And fain would with an ill-tim'd Laughter hide Those cruel Pangs their tortur'd Souls divide Give me when with true Mirth I 'm blest A peaceful Conscience in a peaceful Breast Happy 's the Man who mourning goes Who off the Weight of guilty Conscience throws And can his Soul to holy Grief compose Ne're for a Mass of Business strive Nor into great Mens dangerous Secrets dive Look first at home first give thy Counsels there And ne're cast down for worldly Frowns appear Grieve for thy Sins against thy God Or when awry thy wandring Steps have trod Crosses on Earth are better far Than all that Mirth our foolish Thoughts prepare When we build Castles in the fleeting Air. For Joys I 'll sow the fruitful Seed And with salt Tears the swelling Ocean feed Till rising Tides with briny Floods shall kill Those noisome Weeds which now my Fancy fill That happy Desolation past Fresh springing Joys shall crown my Soul at last Tears from the Sense of Sin will rise Contrition send the failing Springs supplies And draw sweet Dews of Comfort from the Skies Think how thy Life like Lightning flies How every Hour thy languid Nature dies Think on those dreadful Pains of Hell beneath Those lingring Tortures that immortal Death And wouldst thou hug the Viper still Whose deadly Sting will all thy Comforts kill Wipe off thy Sins at last for Shame In thy cold Breast blow up the sacred Flame And thy reforming Life by Deeds reform'd proclaim XXI Man is born to Trouble us the Sparks fly upward WEll then I 've search'd the wretched World around I 've search'd it thro and nothing else have found But constant Doubts and constant Woes I see how miserable others are I feel my self just lost in black Despair While endless Doubts my tedious Years compose I 've seen a mighty Prince enthron'd His Head with Gems embrac'd By suppliant crouding Vassals own'd And all th' Applauses of the Vulgar grac'd Yet Cares sate thicker on his clouded Brows Than Diamonds and rack'd his tortur'd Soul Dark Plots could all his midnight Slumbers rouse And Rebels all his glaring Bliss controul But he who to his Maker flies Above these earthly Fears above the World can rise Yet thoughtless Fools the pompous World adore And only covet its perplexing Store And raise alas
their envious Eyes To dunghil Worms with mighty Treasures blest To worthless Sots with gaudy Glories drest Or who to Honours or to Scepters rise But he who 's envi'd ne're can find That strange Felicity But growing Cares distract his Mind And Beggars more enjoy themselves than he My very Life 's but one extended Woe My Meat my Drink my Sleep my waking Hours My Rest my Labours all uneasy grow And baffle all my Soul 's superiour Powers Could I Love 's holy Flames attain Life would be vile to me and Life's Corruptions vain Wo to the Wretch whose Dulness ne're could know The Miseries of fading Life below Wo to the Wretch whose sordid Soul For mean and transitory Joys can slight The blissful Regions of immortal Light And still on Earth in common Ordure roll Ah mad ah unbelieving Fools In carnal Wisdom great In better things mere senseless Tools Who drudg but ne're can find the monstrous But far more wise those holy Saints of old Look'd on their sinking Lives with nobler Scorn Their Expectations as their Faith grown bold To Heaven on Wings of bright Affection born Nor could the Toys which here they saw Their large aspiring Souls from unseen Glories draw Rise then my Soul no more thy Task delay Employ the present Light the certain Day Up rife put off the Day no more Now now 's the time to work the time to fight The Time to set thy Thoughts and Actions right Delays can but increase the dreadful Score What tho fierce Flames and angry Seas Oppose thy sacred Rest O let no darling Error seize Or tyrannize within thy captive Breast Shake off thy Sloth for shame attack this Foe Throw off thy Sins and Innocence pursue 'T was only Sin diseas'd our Lives below And robb'd us of our Crowns and Garlands due O on thy Maker's Mercy wait Till he thy Living Death to Deathless Life translate Thinke o're thy State on Earth How strangely frail How soon Hell's Follies o're thy Thoughts prevail To day perhaps thy Lips confess Thy mighty Sins with Floods of streaming Tears Tomorrow Hell his sanguine Trophies rears And Sins again thy weak Resolves oppress O then with humble Meekness all Thy yielding Weakness see How that in one short Hour may fall Which might the Work of toiling Ages be Ah wretched I if grown so quickly cold Ah wretched I to drowse in careless Rest As if secure I could the Garland hold Tho not with one poor Grain of Goodness blest Up try the mighty Work again If Hopes of bettering Life or stronger Grace remain XXII It is appointed for all Men once to die SEE where the naked Mormo stands See how his pointed Dart the World commands The meager Sceleton with dismal Glare Shoots thro the pestilential Air Lays Heaps on Heaps around and I Before to morrow's Sun may die Dull that I am hard-hearted Wretch to dream Of lasting Joys and Pleasures here Shine dearest God! and let one glorious Beam Of heavenly Light my gloomy Conscience clear I so prepar'd for Death may be And from my Sins and from thy Anger free To Day I 'm unprepar'd I know But shall I fit for Death to Morrow grow To Morrow's but a wild uncertain thing And may as little Wisdom bring Nor can the longest Life be sure It can repenting Thoughts procure I 've been a Christian long but still retain An unreform'd unchristian Mind Death may be dreadful and attending Pain But I more Woes in longer Life may find O may I now with daily Care And watchful Eyes for Death foreseen prepare To day my youthful Neighbour di'd And for Death's Summons I 'll to day provide I see to day but can't be sure my Sight Shall reach the next approaching Night I see the Night but never may Survive to meet the dawning Day O mayn't a sudden Death my Soul surprize When it goes off its needful Guard Death with an unimagin'd Swiftness flies No Art can its impetuous Wings retard Then I an inward Change may see And Sloth tho past my greatest Grief may be I 'm truly Wife and Blest if I Live but as well as I could wish to die If my great Soul could earthly Joys despise And to the Heights of Vertue rise If I to Discipline could bow And by my Works Repentance show Could I to God with swift Obedience fly And my dear wretched Self abjure Could I but for my blest Redeemer die And for his Love the Racks and Flames endure Much I while blest with Health may do But can't in Death those happy Works pursue Perhaps I think a Sickness might Reform my Manners and enlarge my Sight Make me review my self and straight repent And be at once an Innocent Yet I in Sickness oft have pray'd A thousand solemn Vows I 've made But still I live the same no more improv'd Than modish Travellers may come Who have long Years thro' many Countries rov'd And only brought their shameless Vices home Now now 's the time the welcome Day O don't for better Season vainly stay Rouze then my Soul thy Thoughts engage On what thy daily Weaknesses presage Fears for a time an Antidote may prove And thy eternal Fears remove Thy Fears of present Death prevent Thy everlasting Punishment Live now that when his Summons Death shall give We to unfading Joys may fly Die to the World that we to Christ may live And thou unclog'd ascend above the Sky Let 's now the rebel Flesh chastise That we may then with blest Assurance rise What canst thou dream of lengthning Days When nothing here below unalter'd stays How many have those foolish hopes deceiv'd Of Breath by sudden Strokes bereav'd This Man by some swift Bullet dies That drown'd beneath the Ocean lies This dash'd in pieces that just choakt expires Another's in his Sports destroy'd Sword Plagues attempted Thefts outragious Fires Make all their Dreams and vast Intendments void So Life an empty Shadow flies And when Death summons languid Nature dies Rouse then at last be active now Thy Neck to thy Celestial Labours bow When Death once parts us two our Hopes are vain New Overtures of Grace to gain And if our own Endeavours fail The Prayers of others can't prevail Now while Time lasts grasp at Eternal Wealth Now now encrease thy sacred Store Secure betimes thy own Immortal Health Thy God thy Saviour and his Aids implore And when thou shalt thy Fetters leave They 'l Thee to thy great Master's Joys receive Live then but as a Stranger here And unconcern'd with worldly things appear Be light be free from Cares above the Skies O raise thy long-expecting Eyes That when thy Days on Earth are past Thy Mansions there may ever last With Prayers with flowing Tears O seek the Place Where Glories all their Beams display With endless Groans O seek thy Saviour's Face And upward soar to reach that gladsome Day Where thou with Saints shalt rest above Wrapt in th' Embraces of Eternal Love XXIII And after
that the Judgment CAnst thou Ah wretched Sinner canst thou still Obey thy own distemper'd Will Canst thou who fear'st an angry Prince's Brow Thy self in Sins against thy Lord allow Hark the dreadful Trumpets sound How they rend the trembling Ground Hark how pale Ghosts Fiends with dismal Shrieks Cries From their Infernal Caverns rise And look with Horror on the flaming Sky And to the rolling Rocks tumbling Hills for Shelter fly See where obedient Angels raise the Bar Where God his great Assizes holds Who sees and scans thy private Sins as far As both the Poles in sunder are Where neither Bribes nor feign'd Excuse Can blind the Judg or Wisdom's Search abuse While his Impartial Doom thy monstrous Guilt unfolds What wouldst thou helpless Creature do What Methods would thy thoughtless Soul pursue Canst thou alone escape the dreadful Test Or in thy Sins without disturbance rest Or will some subtle Advocate appear And plead for and acquit thee there Poor silly Hopes and senseless Dreams On Earth thy humble Cries thy speaking Tears May reach thy mighty Maker's Ears Repentance here begun betimes May cleanse thy ingrain'd Sins thy foulest Crimes But Death for ever bars bright Mercy 's smiling Beams Think'st thou the gloomy Flames of darksome Hell Will only Purgatory prove And when thy Soul in endless Chains shall dwell Thy crying Guilt thy endless Chains remove It 's true indeed thy Sufferings there Shall dark and hideous as thy Sins appear Insatiate Fiends there with their pointed Prongs And fiery Goads and burning Tongues Shall rouze thy tortur'd Soul Thy Glutton Appetite the Pangs shall feel Of Thirst and Hunger Whips of flaming Steel Shall all thy barbarous Thoughts controul Black Streams of burning Pitch and purple Flame Shall there the Wanton Leacher tame The Envious Wretch with many a painful Scowl Thro the waste Shades of hellish Torments howl But still O still shall thy distracted Soul In never-wasting Flames and livid Sulphur roll But what are Flames and Sulphur to Those long unutterable Pains To damn'd Delinquents due Hot Streams may fail and bluest Flames expire But Hell's Immortal Rack disdains The Bounds of Time nor canst thou dream How inconceivably extream The Torments are from Intellectual Fire Think if thou canst O think what dreadful weight Almighty Fury on a Ghost may fling Think with what Woes a dark despairing State Must the distracted Conscience sting There Woes bring Woes and Tortures Tortures breed And Pains and Anguish Pains and Anguish feed Plagues follow Plagues Curses on Curies roar Rage blows up Fury tho enflam'd the more Horrors on Horrors tumble Hells on Hells And the sad Soul first-born of Light Once with internal Glories bright In heavy thickning endless Darkness dwells No short-liv'd Beam can ever find the way To tortur'd Souls from their Congenial Day No Glimpse of Joy in Hell can find a room Or rend th' impenetrable Gloom No Rest no Respit not one single Now Can Vengeance for their Ease allow The damn'd Associates can't one Thought engage In Prayers or Wishes for an end of Woes No Plant of Hope in that waste Region grows But Rage to Malice Malice turns to Rage Could Days could Months could rolling Years Could Time's last running Sands one Moment show From whence one Drop of Hope might flow The blackest Fiend might wipe his scalding Tears But when a thousand fatal Years are told Ten thousand more are still for Pains enroll'd Millions of Millions then enhance the Score And when they 'r past but clear the way for more For ever still that dismal Hell must be And vast as the wide Bounds of vast Eternity What tho Repentance now to thee A tedious Work appears In Hell one Minute shall more dreadful be Than all the Penance of a thousand Years Repent poor Sinner then no more delay No more put off the necessary Day So thou among the Blest at last shall stand And like a Judg the trembling World command Tho mean on Earth and despicably poor The Great the Proud shall there thy Doom endure Then those who scorn'd thy Vertues here Shall at the Bar confus'd appear Admire thy Wisdom and their own despise Which more a Bubble than a Crown could prize Thy Griefs shall then be acceptable found With Favours as with Patience crown'd A Conscience pure obedient innocent A Soul with humblest things content Devotion holy Works shall serve thee more Than worldly Wit or all the Miser's Store Thy Saviour gain'd shall more of Blessings bring Than all the Joys which here from mighty Conquests spring Shouldst thou poor Wretch in Ease and Wealth increase And all the Smiles of flattring Peace Should Sycophants beneath thy Footstool bow And all their Service to thy Greatness vow What Blessing 's this when thou shalt quit the Field And Life to Death's Approaches yield What 's Wealth within the silent Grave Or who 's the Dead-man's humble Slave Only thy Love to God the Test can bear All other Treasures fly like empty Air That Love pulls out Death's mortal Sting Death can't to thee the Fears of Vengeance bring Thou canst unmov'd the Bar and Pit behold In thy Redeemer's Merits bold Approach thy Judg and with a smiling Brow Before his awful Glories bow Till by thy Saviour's tenderest Loves embrac'd With Robes of flowing Joys and Crowns of Glory grac'd XXIV Cease to do Evil learn to do Well I To my Lord have now my self resign'd His Service has engag'd my thoughtful Mind I 've broke the Charms of this deceitful World No more in common Storms or Tempests hurl'd Rise then my Soul O rise to things above O serve thy Lord with watchful fervent Love Vain are thy Vows thy best Resolves are vain If thou thy old thy groveling Thoughts retain On Zeal's bright Wings O to his Bosom fly With Angel-Bands in cheerful Service vie Let no Resistance beat thy Courage down Take up the Cross and thou shalt gain the Crown Here thou may'st mourn there Joys eternal flow Work here there Peace and boundless Pleasures grow Be thou my Soul to sacred Practice true He 'll more than pay the promis'd Glories due Rouse rouse thy Hopes if thou the Wreath wouldst wear But thy Presumption still repress with humblest Fear Perhaps uncertain Doubts distract thee here To know if thou in Good shalt persevere That is thou 'ldst have some Oracle declare How weak thy Thoughts how vain thy Fancies are But were thy Question throughly satisfi'd How wouldst thou then thy flowing time divide Wouldst thou be careful should thy Industry More active then or more illustrious be Do now the same sweet Comforts then shall rise And Strength inform thee from the smiling Skies Leave future things to God's superiour Care And strive to know what his Prescriptions are Search through his Laws and all thy Life shall be Divine and thou from Fears and torturing Passions free What tho the Work be hard the Task severe And various Terrors round Heaven's Ways appear He 's only brave