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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich ●id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boy●'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a p●int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not

what they bee That there he saw This only can I say that there Crowns Scepters all enameld were With Grace and Peace with Faith and Fear With Love and Awe True Hope though pleasant yet is gracious Not light though lightsome Not audacious Though bold though joyous not salacious Merry not vain Hope can rejoyce but never rant Allwaies feeds high but revell can't Chast Scripture comforts that provant Doth Hope sustain The word whereon I hope doth urge Pureness the fire wherein I forge The Anchor of mine Hope doth purge My dross my ●in That Hope makes not asham'd but sure The bottom's rock and shall endure That makes me strive as God is pure To purge my sin True Hope 's a Jacobs staff indeed True Hope is no Egyptian reed That springs from mire or else can feed On dirt or mud By Hope just men and sanctified i th' Ocean safe at Anchor ride Fearless of wrack by wind or tide By ebb or flood Hope 's the top-window of that ark Where all Gods Noahs do imbark Hope le ts in skie-light else how dark Were such a season But wouldst not be engulf'd or drown'd When storms and tempests gather round Ere thou canst Anchor try the ground Hope must have reason Hopes Anchor-hold can not be good Where th' bottom's all or only mud Shall th'Sinner in his Native-blood To Hope pretend Or th' Hypocrite strengthen his mast Who boldly doth Hopes Anchor cast On 's sandy bottom when at last Heav'ns storms descend ' W●re Cob-web-Hopes when God shall come With 's besome of impartiall doom To sweep mans heart that inner room Shall they stand sure Oft have I seen a branch in spring Rent from the root yet blossoming As 't were some Hopefull growing thing But can't endure He that is at the pains and cost To plant and water it next frost Is like to see his labour lost And hope to perish Surely 't will pose all skill and art But only his that can convert This lively Hope in a dead Heart To plant and cherish And where there 's but a name to live Though for a season Hope seems thrive When such give up the Ghost they give Their Hopes up too Good Hopes through grace And whosoever Part Righteousness from Hope endeavour The Helmet from the Brestplate sever Which who would do But let what waters will assaile The Hope o th' righteous cannot faile Whose Anchor 's cast within the vaile Till th' flood asswages His Hope 's no Lott'ry hit or miss But an Inheritance it is Christ is in him the Hope of Bliss That rock of ages Mine eyes are unto Sion-hill Longing in Hope yet waiting still For he that shall will come and will Not alwayes linger Therefore in Hope will I rejoyce Yea when the floods lift up their voice When Seas shall roare to drown their noise I 'll turn a singer I 'll turn a singer and my song Shall be by book lest I go wrong For I h've not skill'd of musick long Or holy mirth Weeping into the world I came Bringing a world of sin and shame Bearing the first Apostates blame Ev'n at my birth The fruit old Adam and his Eve Did so long since together thieve Wringing my mother made us grieve And groan together And as I thus did weeping come Out of one grave I mean the womb My face was tow'rds a deader Tomb And I bound thither My life was but a Bondage through The fear of death that fatall slough But lively Hope forbids me now All slavish fears Oft have I been contemplating Of death that melancholick thing Weeping till Hope hath made me sing Drying my tears Author and rock of all my Hope That hast deaths prison-doors broke ope So fastning to Faiths Cable-rope Hopes Anchor strong What though I sail through foaming Seas Billows are Pillows Beds of ease Deaths blast rocks me asleep in these Waiting erelong At thy shrill suddain voice to rise And rub deaths dust out of mine eyes When death shall have disgorg'd its prize Safe on the shore Then hold my rudder in thine hand Who put to Sea at thy command Till I may make some new-found land Oh! help me ore I need not want an anchor Lord With wood and iron bee'ng so stor'd With what thy Cross and Nailes affoard Had I but skill Anchors I see by th' Forgers art Have both a strait and bending part Hope strengthens yet it bows the heart To wait Gods Will. The Scripture saith that tribulation And 't is a strange Concatenation Works patience as if vexation Did make more quiet And Patience works Experience Experience Hope Yet Patience I 'm sure doth live on Hopes expense For daily diet Thus have I seen the Grand-Childs purse For the Grand-Siers support disburse Thus Hope doth Patience feed and nurse Patience again Doth tutor Hope and teach it know All points of Heavenly Courtship How To wait on God to bend to bow To bear his train To follow him in all his wayes And so to hold ev'n all its dayes Seeking that honour glory praise That God shall give Patience of Hope makes Heaven smile To see the troden Camomile Whilst underfoot spring up the while And the more thrive When death comes with his leaden foot Hoping to crush mine Hope i th' root The utmost hurt that death can do 't Is but to make Mine Hope grow up into fruition Whilest Faith 's translated into vision Mending thereby my souls condition Doubling my stake What though mine Haven Heaven lye Beyond the dead Sea what though I Decease mine Hope shall never dye Never decay What though I walk through th' vale of tears Hope is a staff that ever bears Hope is a rod chasing my fears Guiding my way What though revengfull Papists burne Dear Bucers bones still Hope 's his urne Till's ashes to a Phaenix turne And live afresh What though deaths scorching flames presume To turn my moisture to dry fume My soul shall one day reassume Calcined flesh Therefore my dying tongue shall sing Yea ev'n my flesh that fading thing Shall rest in Hope for that day-spring All th' night of death And when I lay my weary head And bones i th' grave as in a bed Let not the mourner say he 's dead But slumbereth Yet bonie death sometimes looks in Bringing a list of all my sin Pinching mine Hope till it looks thin And 's like to dye Death in my very face doth stare So gastly as if 't meant to scare And fright mine Hope into despaire While sin stands by Ah Conscience Conscience when I look Into thy Register thy Book What corner of my heart what nook Stands clear of sin And though my skin feels soft and sleek Scarce can I touch my chin and cheek But I can feel deaths jaw-bone prick Ev'n through my skin Yet why art thus cast down my soul Hope still in God and on him roule If Heaven smile what though death scoule And Conscience loure A Book of my dear Christs I have By

be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ou● king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Y●● not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus