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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81983	Psalmos theios, or a Divine psalme or, song, wherein predestination is maintained, yet the honour of Jehovah preserved and vindicated: and to that eternall song the holy scripture dedicated, / by John Davis. Whereunto is annexed an elogie upon the patron, with certaine divine epigrams to whom the author presented some of his books..	Davis, John, b. 1628 or 9.	1652 (1652)	Wing D388; Thomason E683_24; ESTC R206823	21,012	64

you will be alive to succour and maintain this issue of my minde which I conceive with submission is so concording with yours Parents that have many children sons and daughters have a more private regard of their sons because they bear up and continue their names and amongst their sons they have a greater affection to protect defend and preserve from danger and violence even him that most resembles the father in person and quality Noble friends this even this is the seed of your Loynes it is your sonne it bears up your names therefore I need not question your tender regard of it but forasmuch as it resembles and favours you do but favour it and in so doing you will favour me who while I can speak will speak for you and while I have a being cannot but be An admirer of all your Excellencies John Davis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Or a Divine Psalme or Song Wherein Predestination is maintained yet the honour of JEHOVAH preserved and vindicated WE see through the perspective glasse Of Scripture that what comes to passe In time is decreed fore-ordained by The will of God from all Eternity Through this perspective lo we see Some fore-ordain'd by Gods decree Unto eternal Life death Those design'd To Life are only sav'd as in his word I finde Quest Now th' Patrons of universall grace Do commonly demand in any case How God can hence excused be From collusion and deceit if he Will none convert nor save but those Whom from Eternity he chose Seeing he offereth grace to all In his Gospel preach'd to great and small Answ For answer first to this demand Take this being next unto my hand That though the preaching of the Gospel be Alike communicable unto all we see Yet the saving comfort is for none But snch who are elected them alone Unlike the law which bindes alike all men 'T is not on all entail'd I speak it ore agen Hence the elect are stil'd Abrahams seed Hence faith in Christ for them is sole decreed Hence the voice of Christ is come peculiar Unto the sheep of Christ particular From hence the holy Spirit doth affect To term true faith the faith of Gods elect As being proper yea peculiar to none But to the Saint which is his chosen one Secondly observe that albeit Pastors are to preach the Gospel yet 'T is not with intent to convert all Which heare it but such that God will call Home by that means his dear respected The lesser number long ago elected The Apostle Paul did preach yea endure All things but not for all I am sure I suffer all things the Spirit by him spake But not for all but for the chosen sake God hath e Apostles Pastors Prophets too Yea ' vangelists but what are these to do They are not given for all 's conversion No but for the elect the Saints perfection All Gospel-Preachers thus are termed By holy Scripture 't is confirmed Th' are only sent as instruments to gather Th'elect from the four winds or corners rather Thirdly note that though the Gospel thus Be preach'd by grace to every one of us Yet 't is not heavens intent to save Every one of us that heard it have But only such that with love receive it Or such alone that do believe it This prov'd by that of Christs Commission To his Apostles when he made apparition To them and bid them in the world go teach And the Gospel to all creatures preach He that believeth and is baptized He shall be saved and dearly prized But who believeth not except he mend Tell him already he is condemn'd Now none believes nor gains true saving faith But Gods elect alone the Scripture saith If this be granted then to me Doctrine As I am sure it needs must be That the Gospel-graces are for none But for th' Elect reserv'd for them alone Then take with you this observation That there is no contradiction 'Twixt the secret and revealed will Of God that can both save and kill And that the holy God equivocates With none although he dedicates His Gospel to all to every Nation Though not effectually unto salvation As some object who are Arminius sons Or else some mad at least some frantick ones For none that understandeth well Will tax th' Holy One of Israel With what he will nor cannot do 'T is truth God has his cannots too He cannot lie he cannot change nor die He neither will nor can himself deny For how can he that is all purity Approve much lesse commit iniquity Wherefore from hence with me conclude He cannot mock deceive delude Object But thus may some object and this retort That th' Lord doth seriously exhort Reprobates themselves to believe repent Though 't was nere his abs'lute intent To work faith in their hearts then so if that They cannot have I mean the reprobate Power of themselves for to believe God may be said for to deceive Because he doth exhort them to That without him they cannot do Answ To this I frame my answer thus If God that knows each heart of us Should immediatly from heaven tell The reprobates they are for hell Ordain'd without rdemption Or that he would not cause contrition In them yet exhort particularly Such to resent effectually There were some shew of mockery In God who is fidelity But here 't is otherwise I dare Presume and cannot but declare For though the Lord doth oft entreat Unto repent the reprobate Who 're cast off in his secret will He not deludes I speak it still Because the Lord doth not invite Immediately th' reprobate to light I mean immediately from heaven But mediately by Ministers 't is given To preach the Gospel so that when They preach they speak unto all men Because they cannot say this is rejected Or this my hearer is elected For what they know 't is but in part 'T is God alone that knows the heart To ev'ry man the truth they shew As to th'elect for ought they know Again because the reprobate Whom the great God doth oft entreat Exhort and tender Gospel-grace Knows not his own estate or case Whether he is for heav'n or hell Destin'd ordain'd they cannot tell Since he was nere made partaker Of th' privy Counsel of his Maker But only what he doth reveal Within his Word which doth conceal Not determine or denominate This or that man a reprobate So that for any thing they know Their life 's a day of grace and so There is none that can truly say I 'm a reprobate or cast-away ' Cause to each self there 's possibility And more there is a probability Of b'ing sav'd since they cannot know Whether they 're rejected yea or no. Object Yet some object the Lord well knows What men he hath rejected those Cannot repent because he hath With-held from them his grace of faith Now God must needs equivocate Though

valiant victorious in your war And yet come off free both frō wound or scar The profit reapt from you with thanks I name I part from you more knowing than I came As fear and joy into the Arke the Dove Did bring so you bring law then Gospel-love Into our souls first Law that souls may fear Justice then love in Christ all which indeare Me for ever your servant and while health and place permit your delightfull hearer John Davis To his approved good friend the learned and experienced Master John Hinton Physician O! How neer the brink ô how neer was I To danger to death ô how neer to die Yet preserv'd from falling in yet I live Oh! let me praise the God of life and give Him hearty thanks for this his providence To me such love I cannot recompence Or satisfie but yet I 'le strive to pay In humble thankfulness in this my day Some smal returns I will confess His love is infinite and I will blesse His name the occas'on was only hence That 't is not long ago I had a sense Of rich mercies I say it is not long Since he pitied me for which this Song Or Psalm I made to sing eternall praise To God who from the gates of death did raise His servant yet grat'tude I read is due As th' instrument of God from me to you When Nabals wife did pacifie asswage King Davids passion anger fury rage He blest the God of Israel that sent Her so to meet him and thereby prevent His evill purpose but he did not rest Untill likewise her counsell he had blest Yea happy blest be thou also saith he Who hast this day from sin prevented me So noble friend my Doctor first must I Expresse unto my God and then imply Unto you this word of thanks Blessed twice Thus blest be God and you and your advice The first I call the cause efficient The second is your self the Instrument Of my present health and late recov'ry By your Cordials and Phlebotomie Now pray accept of this as 't is a token Of humble thankfulnesse for what is spoken I 'le say but this your skill deserves your fame The sick you heal or cure the mad you tame Sir I am your servant John Davis To his Countrey the fruitfull County of Hereford in Wales I Know in double letters you excell O that you had not double hearts as well You exceed in Water Wooll Wheat and Wood And some esteem these things their chiefest good But such that count those earthly springs and pools Summū bonum my patron cals thē fools Water is a servant good as a fire Is but snch masters none that 's wise desire As fire the highest tower can burn down So flouds of water the high'st hils can drown And what 's Wooll but sheeps clothing anhyp'crite Which but cast off would prove a woolf to bite Add f to wooll it will be Woolf thus pla in Take f away 't will seem a sheep a gain And what is Wood but the concrete of ire 'T is combustible fuell for a fire And what is Wheat 't is true of all the rest If any one be better 't is the best But though the bread of this we eat to nourish Our bodies yet pray know 't is food that perish Now do not boast nor set your hearts upon The best of these they 're corrupt each one For yourwater esteem the gospels wel or spring For that glad tidings to your souls it bring For your word ' steem the same which is a tree Where truth doth grow from a painfull Bee An eatnest frequent praying man derive Most sweet and wholesome cord'als t'keep a live In time of scarcity in time of want But O! here food doth grow therefore not scant Be no more wood be meek be loving kinde Cut down your wood and plant a sober minde And for your plenty of that grain of wheat Over-value not the same I entreat But freely give to poor distressed ones That have no land to plant for rock or stones And value you the foresaid truth to feed Upon Gods Word the true immortall g seed And for your wool be sure your selvs you dress In that white robe of Christ his righteousness Let Christs Gospel his righteousnes his blood Be your all your Water Wooll Wheat and Wood Countrey this little book I dedicate To you because I heare I heare of late False teachers are abroad to you crept down To smooth to flatter smile and not to frown Saying all are sav'd which to the weaker sort Seem's pleasant some sinners thank thē for 't But have a care my friends it is more sweet Than sound or wholsom therefore do not greet Them so with congees thanks for 't is not true As holy Scripture here declares to you My friends if any come to you and bring With them not this true doctrine but shal sing Contradicting notes bid them not God speed Lest you partake of others evill deed I will forbear with paper and ink till I speak to you face to face John Davis To his respected Vncle John Davis of The Greenway in Hereford-Shire SIr to requite the many courtesies I have receiv'd from you my Muse denies As impossible yet you see she hates Ingratitude for that she dedicates This Book toher relations and friends As so many cred'tors to make amends In part for all their loves without delayes Knowing that he owes most that nothing payes I hope you will accept from me this mite For that although 't is smal 't is weight not light And having tri'd you are like Persia's King Who much would give take the smallest thing I rest your loving Kinsman John Davis To his respected Friend Master John Wood. SIr be pleased to give a friendly look On these my lines coucht in this little book I hope they 'll answer th' name of orthodox The arguments for proof are sound as rocks Howsoever see them prov'd scan each line If one prove strong 't is Gods if weak ' t is mine Till this were out my Muse could finde no rest Of all you love the godly learned best Your humble Servant John Davis To his Honoured Friend Mr. Abraham Taylor Merchant of the City of LONDON SIR I Know right well untruths you cannot book Behold they 're here condemn'd within this brook Here 's truth triumphing errour much asham'd To shew her self because of most men blam'd The old receiv'd undoubted verity Here I maintain ' gainst dead-quick heresie Answering all objections which some make Against the truth for nought but fash'ons sake I have read th'eloquence of Cicero I could have writ in Latin but why so All in England know not the Latin tongue But I could wish that all both old and young Would learn the originals first the Greek And then the sacred Hebrew Language seek Their worths I cannot speak I must admire O! that our youth