Selected quad for the lemma: death_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A60349
|
Poems in two parts first, an interlocutory discourse concerning the creation, fall, and recovery of man : secondly, a dialogue between faith and a doubting soul / by Samuel Slater.
|
Slater, Samuel, d. 1704.
|
1679
(1679)
|
Wing S3967; ESTC R37559
|
53,199
|
130
|
reputation Instead of glory I must take the dress Of one that hath no form nor comeliness In form of God I am and robbery Do think it none to claim equality With him but yet I must a man become And be found in a sorry servants form Nay more if I to man would bring relief Sorrows must my familiars be and grief Mine intimate acquaintance I must be Most sorely bruis'd for his iniquity For his transgressions wounded In that day On me thou their iniquities wilt lay Yet this doth not discourage nor much more I have of love and bowels as great store As thou canst have of wrath This pleaseth me Full out as much as Vengeance pleaseth thee More thou art not displeased with his sin Than I am pleas'd Salvation him to bring Him I will draw out of the horrid pit And on a rock most sure I 'le set his feet Thy Justice honour I will so secure As that thy Mercy shall for ay endure Look on me Father then and take my word Which it's impossible for me to break great Lord Thou know'st me faithful thou dost know that I Can upon no account my self deny Look then again I here as surety stand To pay what e're thy Justice shall demand Ask what thou wilt thou canst not ask amiss Performed it shall be what e're it is Can only blood pardon procure If so Rather than not a pardon mine shall go My life I 'le give for his and part with all Which I can part with Let thine Anger fall On me thine only Son that burden I Will take to take away iniquity In all its guilt and power And that I may Be a fit object for it in the day Thou shalt appoint I will to my Godhead The Manhood joyn and so have blood to shed Blood thou canst not except against for I As man will suffer as God satisfie Let men me as a worm tread underfoot And laugh and shake the head and the lip shoot Let Bulls yea Bulls of Bashan me beset And come like hungry Lyons me to eat Let me be poured out like water and Let all my bones as dislocated stand What though my heart melted must be and I Shall have my strength like to a potsherd dry What though in sorrows thou do me immerse And cruel ones my hands and feet will pierce I 'le bear yea welcome all since thus I can Redeem from wrath poor but beloved Man Nay when I am thus brought upon the stage Let death it self spend on me all its rage Let it strike fiercely with its Iron Rod And then boast it hath kill'd the Son of God My heart is glad my glory joys also My flesh shall rest in hope because I know My precious Soul thou wilt not leave in grave I incorrupt shall resurrection have Of life the path thou wilt me shew to store Of joys and pleasures which forevermore Are in thy glorious presence Thus although I seem to yield unto that mighty foe By him to be devoured yet will I Fall like my self and a brave Conquerour die My very weakness shall much stronger be Than men and Devils Devils and men shall see I at my lowest can their pride abate And be above them in their greatest height 'Gainst man the hand-writing shall not prevail Out of the way I 'le take it and will nail It to my Cross. All adverse powers I 'le spoil And give to principalities the foil So be triumphant o're th' infernal crew And also of them all make open shew My people I will ransome from the grave From death I will them all redeemed have O cruel death even I thy plagues will be O grave I will destruction bring to thee And utterly root out mine enemies Repentance shall be hidden from mine eies In death I 'le fall that death may die by me In grave I 'le lie that graves may sweetned be To mine that shall come after I my head Will lay in dust that dust may prove a bed Of fragrant Roses yielding to them rest Who by sin were ty'rd out by world opprest Yea that same death which was brought in by Sin And was intended only to have been A way to Hell shall through my dying-love For mine be made the way to joys above A way to Heav'n for them I will it make When out of grave I shall rise for their sake As their head and first fruits I will disarm Death of its sting that it shall do no harm To mine As victor then in triumph high I I will captive lead captivity And to my Chariot-wheels will firmly bind All those mine Enemies who were combin'd Me to disgrace mine to destroy attend My triumph as slaves they shall when I ascend In clouds to Heaven and direct my course Father with gladness unto thee the source And spring of happiness when I will sit On thy right hand until under my feet My foes by thee be brought At length I will Descend again in state and so fulfil My joys and thy Decrees Father I 'le go Waited upon by Angels who shall blow And by their mighty breath that Trumpet sound Whose noise shall rough the Seas and shake the ground And make them both surrender up my dead Who with those living then shall me their Head Follow into thy presence where I shall Resign my Scepter that God all in all May be Father this I 'le perform and thus We shall rejoyce in them and they in Us. GOD. None could have spoken thus but He that is The brightness of my glory the express Image of mine own person in whom be All the perfections of the Deity My Son thou art my most beloved Son In whom I am well-pleas'd mine only one My works I took delight in because good Much more in man mine image while he stood Nor am I so incensed by his fall As utterly to ruin him and all Who shall of him proceed Now he is lost I am resolv'd to be at much more cost For his to be admired Restauration Than ever I was at for his Creation I made him with my word alone but will Ransome him with thy life and thereby fill Both Heaven and Earth with wonder that I part With thee who art so near unto my heart For man's Redemption I do not care What charges I am at I will not spare For cost but freely will deliver up Thee unto death and mingle such a cup For thee to drink as never one did taste For bitterness and yet I will no waste Admit of though it wormwood be and gall My pleasure is thou drink it dregs and all But thine own love will sweeten it for I Know for man's sake thou lovest to deny Thy glorious self and never wilt repine To shed thy blood so man may have the wine And as thy love doth prompt thee so I do Set everlasting joy before thee too For thy encouragement A just regard Shall be had to thee and a full reward Shall crown thy
I go With Angels not attended for I do No Witness want nor Jury and the Sun Almost to th' end of this days race hath run Evening approaches at which time blow fair And gentle gales of wind to cool the air A time fit for mans milder Judg and he Shall find that fury doth not dwell in me Where art thou Adam what dost thou not know My being in the Garden can I go So near thee unperceiv'd Hath not my voice ' Waken'd thine ear and made thy heart rejoice As it was wont to do it seemeth strange From me thou should'st absent Is any change In thee a cause thereof come and impart The matter as it is Adam where art ADAM Lord I thy voice did in the Garden hear And thereupon my soul did fill with fear My self I naked saw seeing did hide For being so Lord I could not abide Thou should'st look on me but away I fled Among the thickest trees to hide my head SON of GOD. Adam my voice hath often reach'd thine ear As oft it was thy joy my voice to hear It was thy sovereign delight and how Comes it to be a terror to thee now I see indeed that thou art naked well Of this thy nakedness who did thee tell Hast thou adventur'd to eat of that tree Concerning which I gave command to thee Eat thou should'st not ADAM The Woman thou did'st give With me as my Companion to live Whom I did count a token of that love Which thou to me dost bear could disapprove Nothing of all I saw in her but stood Inamour'd on her as a perfect good She thou did'st give gave of that tree for meat And being by her given I did eat SON of GOD. Hast for thy self nothing to say beside Was she by me given to be thy Guide An help she was intended for thee and Fitted for such by her Creator's hand But know God never did unto thee say Rather than me thou shalt thy Wife obey He did not thee subject to her nor none Him thou should'st have obey'd yea him alone But Woman say what is 't that thou hast done EVE I was beguil'd by th' Serpent and did eat SON of GOD. Serpent 'cause thou art guilty of this cheat And this hast done there 's nothing shall thee shield From vengeance Above every beast of field Thou art accurst and above cattel all Henceforth upon thy belly thou shalt crawl Yea dust shall be thy food dust thou shalt eat All the days of thy life be that thy meat And further know between the woman and thee feel I now will put a mortal enmity Which 'twixt your seeds shall last Thou shalt it Her seed shall bruise thy head and thou his heel As for thee Woman Be it known that I Sorrows on thee will greatly multiply In thy Conception yea for this thing In sorrow thou thy Children forth shalt bring Unto thy Husband thy desire shall be Learn to submit he shall rule over thee Now last of all Adam to thee I come And so will end th' Assizes with thy Doom Which thus I do pronounce Because that thou Hast to thy Wifes voice hearkened and now Of that tree eaten hast about which I Said Thou shalt not eat of it lest thou die For thy sake cursed is the very ground Sorrows shall thence spring up and much abound Out of it thou with toil shalt fetch thy meat And that in sorrow all thy days shalt eat Till thy return unto the ground thou make For out of that at first I did thee take Know thy self Adam that thou art but dust And unto it again return thou must All this shall be accomplish'd But I do Your misery behold pity it too You both before me naked stand and bare Cover'd with shame all over now you are Exposed unto storms without a fence And to the changing-weathers violence My Bowels yearn to see your Poverty How low y' are fallen into misery Wherefore your nakedness I 'le hide with skins And with my Robe of Righteousness your sins But now out of the Garden I thee send In tilling of that Ground thy time to spend Whence thou wast taken Therefore now be gone Adam from hence away Eden alone For Innocency was A Wilderness Will serve him well enough whose holiness Is altogether lost Nor shall there be Of return hither any Hope for thee For straight upon the Gardens eastern side I will appoint some Cherubims t' abide A Flaming-Sword also which night and day Brandish'd shall be and turned every way The way unto the Tree of Life to guard That Man may never taste it afterward Unless from me For know that I 'le give leave And power to all who me by Faith receive Ev'n all that shall under my Banner fight And fighting overcome I 'le give them right Of th' Tree of Life to eat which always stood In the midst of the Paradise of God ADAM How am I fallen my tongue can't express That depth of misery which fathomless Is to my understanding I ere while Had God my Friend under whose gracious smile With joy I liv'd and gladly did embrace All opportunities to see his face But now alas from him I 'm fain to hide And his approaches can no more abide Being from Eden thrust where shall I flee To seek relief in this my misery Creatures avoid me or stand gazing on Me as a monster or man quite undone Having transgrest my great Creators Law Of me the Brutes refuse to stand in awe My former blessing is turn'd to a curse My comforts into crosses And what 's worse Both Sin and Curse I propagate to all Who shall of me descend For by my Fall My whole race ruin'd is They all will be Conceiv'd in sin born in iniquity Born unto Trouble as sparks upward fly No sooner born but they 'l begin to dye Oh that I might be childless and that God Would put a period to this earthy clod And grant that in the long'd-for silent Grave Sense of these sorrows I no more may have Yet what if Death a full end should not make But cast me down into a burning Lake Where I a drop of water shall not get My Tongue to cool in that tormenting-heat I tremble to think on 't The case stands so What thing I should desire I do not know Eve from my sight be gone make no delays Sorrow and indignation thou dost raise In me when e're I see thee get thee gone By thee by thee it is I am undone It was thy self-conceit thy wretched pride Of parts and beauty drew thee from my side A Serpent and a Devil in him were sit Companions for thee rather than to sit And talk or work with me Oh that alone I had remain'd and never woman known A Rib thou art crooked by nature sent By God for comfort but to mischief bent All the ingredients of future woe To mankinds Grand-dame doth all mankind owe. Thou Mother of all living call'd shalt be Mother