of a Dove To fly unto the bosome of our Love There we should rest securely from all harmes Embracing and embraced in his armes But what is this behold another sight Two men or Angels rather clad in white Angels Leave gazing thus ye men of Galilee For this same Jesus you shall shortly see Returne again in the same manner as You now beheld him hence to Heaven pass He 's gone but to prepare for you a place Against the time that you have run your race Leave wishing too for wishes will not raise You to the mansions of those endlesse joies Where he resides but let your thoughts all bend In heavenly conversation to ascend Follow his holy steps for so you shall Have your Ascension bodie soul and all Apostles We thank you for your counsel and obey This having said they all depart away Th' Angels to heaven th' Apostles homeward went Expecting when the Spirit should be sent And they endu'd with power from the Lord To save the world by preaching of the Word Upon all Saints day SUch honour have all the Lords Saints that we Keep this day holy to their memorie And reason good for they examples are To us in life and death of vertues rare For though all vertues in some measure met In all the saints as lines i' th' center yet Some special grace in every one did dwel Wherein each one the other did excel Thus Abram for his Faith was most renown'd Job for his singular Patience was crown'd Moses for Meeknesse did all men surpasse Elias for his Zeale most famous was David is for an Upright heart commended Josias for a Tender heart transcended John the Evangelist for Charity And John the Baptist for Austerity Saint Paul for his Humility surmounted When chief of sinners he himself accounted And least of all th' Apostles though indeed For pains and parts he did the rest exceed Peter for Penitence the prize doth bear Who for his sinne shed many a bitter teare Now as their life to us serves for a light So is their death most precious in Gods sight By that we learn to live by this to die By both we come to immortality Since then they are such happy guides wel may We solemnize at least one annual day Unto their honour yet not guiltie be Of superstition or Idolatry When we observe this day we do no more Then reverence them as Saints not them adore God's the sole object of our invocation They but the pattern for our imitation And 't is our prayer alwaies on this day That we their godly living follow may Til we with them at last come to partake Of joyes unspeakable for Christ his sake Whiles thus we celebrate this festival None can us justly superstitious cal To Christ A Poem of Hugo Grot. Sil. lib. 1. p. 10. Translated O Christ which art the head of every thing From whom a better life then this doth spring Thy Fathers measure yet unmeasured Whom whiles that he himself contemplated In his high mind he streams forth light of light And sees himself in 's equal image bright Like whom the world and the worlds guardian man Was made but O he suddainly began To be rebellious his high honour lâ—st And prest with crimes which him most deerly cost Becoming guilty of the greatest pain In this state lay and had for ever laine But that thy Father his case pitying did Give thee who with himself before wast hid Under concealed light eternal love Unto his Church did him to mercy move His truth by dreams he wil reveal no more Nor visions by his Prophets as before But willing now a living Law to make And lasting league with men lo thou didst take A mortal body and a man-like face Yet not begot the way of humane race By filthy lust but thou conceived wast By power divine born of a Virgin chaste Though thou no purple hadst to cloth thee then Bâ—ing newly born nor bands of armed men To compasse thee about and be thy guard Yet Citizens of heaven keep watch and ward And divine Anthems sang about thy stal More royal thus then any Princes Hall The beasts and shepherds thee incircled there Poor but far happier then all Kings they were In that they knew thee thou a new come guest Wert by thy heaven to earth made manifest The Magi stood amaz'd a starre to see Ne're seen before how great say they is he That 's born to honour whom new stars appear Yee â—erie signes of heaven your light forbear Forbeare ye wandring stars and Charls his Wayne To guide the Passengers upon the Maine For through the various waves of things below And life's uncertainties this Star doth show The way not that which unto Babylon brings Proud in the Courts of her Arsâ—oian Kings Nor to the Palaces of Tibur stout Nor to Jerusalem's turrets but points out The Cottages of Bethlehem and the door Of shepherds tents Jewes seek your King no more Amongst the Cornets and the Trumpets sound And th' Arms wherewith mans furie doth surround Himself ye know not wretches as ye be How neer a thing to heaven is povertie How sweet to suffer tel the Parthians now Goe tel the Romans tel your Herod how Hee 'll make the blind to see the lame to walk Hee 'll make the deaf to hear the dumb to talke Hee 'll heal all plagues and sicknesses with ease By 's word not herbs and calm the raging seas Thousands he wil with little food sustain Himself long time with none and raise again The dead make water wine at his command And walk upon the sea as on dry land Let them whom jewels deck let Martial men Try if they can perform the like again These my poor Christ can doe nor doth he cure Bodies alone but minds of men make pure Purges their brests that are possest with sin And heals the plague-sick world which we live in Thus a right way he takes whiles those that stand And mightie are he puls down with his hand Those that are weak and fallen he erects But look what stirrs i' th' heavens What strange aspects And strife of things Whiles so great good in thee Is recompenc'd with hateful crueltie Not by the Sythian or the barbarous men Of Affrick or the north Pole Citizen But by good Abrahams off-spring who alone Of all the nations was thy chosen one Such mischiefe black ambition can do Whiles't being incens'd with pride and hatred too It rages under faigned piety A simple fate thou didst not perish by But as a thief thou di'dst though innocent To undergoe our sin and punishment The sins of all the world did lye on thee Since Adam ate of the forbidden tree From that first hour to this they prest thee all On us those bonds on us those blowes should fall Those sharp black thorns should prick our temple veins The Sergeant should us drag to endlesse pains The nails should pierce our hands the spear our side And we without delay
him I could eat The Author now and sel him to buy meat Cartâ—right is Wit throughout but I read o're More then his four playes his â—ast pious four And then his several Gratitudes unto Him whose head taught him and purse fed him too Who gave him to buy books and gave him skil In each of them to chuse out Well from Ill The Learned Pious Conâ—â—ant Duppâ— hâ— Who was and is stil Reverend in those three Whom these three voice and pen and heart cannot No not Cartâ—rights own enough celebrate In these he kept Christs law lov'd God and then His next act was to pay his debt to men He did it here for this one to him wou'd Be Universal ev'â—y neighbourhood Though he out-sobers out-words out-wits all Grave Virgil Horace nice Salt Martial Yet more then in 's though unprofane verse wou'd â—â—rench my soul in his Diviner stood Those Sermons in which he did wind about Our passions more then Cicero could do 't In which he did out-sense deep Plutarchs skil And taught so wel almost all else taught ill Unlesse when 's Father Duppae 'gan to preach Who us to live and taught him too to teach Oh for that Text where he forbad to ly And prest home truth in unbound Poetry Where David like he did instil and charme Us to be honest though to our own harm Charg'd truths upon us such as do shine here In this smal volume scorn'd and damn'd elsewhere O for his Passion-text that we might buy Th' inestimable price at Sixpence fee That we that winepresse which at Edom was And Christs Church trod might taste from a new press And here we hav 't i' th' dialogue between Christ Angels and Apostles of slain sin Jesus is up again he did not die He but lay downe that death it self might lie I who this book throughout love Adore here As though all Horace was to Scaliger Precious and rich yet above all the rest He did affect his Lydia dialogue best He who t' ave made That would give Empire though A world he offer here he bids too low For as the whole is sacred and each line Though 't is not God yet it is each Divine So here 't is not Apostle only who Does speak and Angel but 't is Jesus too What would that Learnings lover now impart To speak with an Apostle heart to heart For they did not converse as some of late With face of love but with a brest of hate What would his inquisition give to hear An Angel vocally round him i' th' â—are What would he nay what would he not bestow A world almost another Jesus too To hear his own Christ speake who since sixteen Last hundred yeers was neither heard nor seen This Copy is the blessed Jesus and The rest do all as one John Baptist stand Round about this before behind each where To make that way plain for the Lord t' appear This Copy is the Word and the rest are The Voice and Eccho of this Character This is the supreme heaven without this Is heaven too and what 's in heaven Blisse But O when he does joyes of heaven tel Chearfull and without dread paines of hel Whither the Saviour Christ does convey some And whither the Judge Christ does others doome How does he with mixt artifice contrive Either for fear or love that all should live I dare not name all left I emulate The bulk of his Town with my swelling Gate APOSTROPHE To the AUTHOR YOu Sir who study and sport too this way Whose spare hours heaven and whose serious day Whose two week Sermons are to others aim Whose whole week-life is to that your own claim Who preach both waies b'Example and by Rule Whose life 's a Sermon and whose house a School Who your own self do without hire supply With breath and patterne this twin Curacy Who make each day the Lords whilst there are some Do grudge him one in seven who make your home To be his pious house whilst some there are Who scarce allow him his own house for prayer You who do read and meditate and live Scripture and thereby midst of world's frowns thrive You know they who on Gospels first word look Learn from that first word this is all the book They who proceed and search on find that this Is only Scripture all else writ amiss They who wade further yet know there 's not one Word besides this This is the Word alone And yet though nothing else is Book but what God himself made the Man not that he wrote Though nothing else be Scripture but pretence Because if not the same with this not sense Though nothing else be Word 'cause Parrots may Without this talk to as good ends as we Yet as those birds are said to come more near To what we speak then other Foules o' th' air Because they imitate our Cadencies So we do more speak when w' approach to thee Blest be the charity then of your wise choice Not to vex us with an unmatter'd Noise Since though in hundred sheets of paper he Has silent been who does not edifie Since without this though Stentor he out roare He hath said lesse then th' mad Bul or wild Boar Since without this each other book 's a crime It robs my purse and what 's more deer my time Blest be your guidance too that t' all were giv'n Both to discourse and write and Print for heav'n He that writes next this is his praise or curse He makes the Reader if not better worse But friend you often aske why 't is that I Preach to th' next ear and not to th' distant eye Why 't is that I wh'ave taskt my self a scheame In learnings own behalf forbear that Theame Pray ask no more how can you wish my heir Were come to th' birth when there 's no midwife near Copy 't once more and tel the brave Lord N. Be he Mecaenas and I wil write Then HAbes haec è manu subitaneâ prope incogitanter effusa quippe ab eo cujus nulla in instituto pars est Tibi placere qui cum caeteris Dominantis fortunae ludibriis insultibus par es undiquaque similis et Tibi constans Soli illius Approbanti Lenocinio irasceres vir aliter Pacatissâ—mus sed lectori tuo voce invitatoriâ prodesse Ejus interest non tui quod Fercula haec è Promptuario tuoenatantia ut sitiat ipse Collaudo Unum hoc mihi cujus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Facultatisque qualiscunque aut quanullacunque in animo est Res Angusta Domi Tumulus secundus Satis est utrumque quod est omne punctum tulisti Tu. Vale hìc sed è supra Internos Angelus ipse Tu diu Vale supra inter Affines Angelos tâ—os Semper sed Sero July 26 1653. GULIELMUS TOWERS B. D. On the Divine Poems of his friend the AUTHOR SOme say a Poet 's born not made but I Say he 's
sustaine no harme For this fire shall Like that which snatch'd away The Prophet once â—ransport them all From this worlds sorrows to a world of joy Exod. 32.10 Now therefore let me alone that my wrath may wax hot against them and that I may consume them WHat a commanding power There is in prayer Which can tower As high as heaven and tie the hands Of God himself in bands That he unable is to loose the raines To Justice til released from these chains Samson could break his cords As tow and yet the Lord of Lords Who gave that strength to Samson can Not break the cords of man Man makes his maker pray Let me alone That on this people my wrath may be shown Since then such vertue lies In prayer as will exorcise The almighty and fast bind his arms In spiritual magick charms O for another Moses now to pray That the like benefit wee might enjoy But Gods wraâ—h long hath been Against us hot a signe our sinne Cries lowder then our prayers to God Which makes him use his rod VVhen once our prayers grow more servent then We may expect they 'l bind Gods hands again Numb. 20.11 Moses lift up his hand and with his rod smote the rock twice and the water came out abundantly and the congregation drank WHat wonders this that there should spring Streams from a rock to quench a peoples thirst VVhat man alive did e're see such a thing That waters out of stone should burst Yet rather then Israel with drowth should die God by a miracle wil them supply What wonders this that from Christs side Water and blood should run to cleanse our sin This is that fountain which was opened wide To purge all our uncleannesse in But this the greater wonder is by farre As substances beyond the shadowes are Christ is that spiritual rock from whence Two Sacraments derived are to us Being the objects of our faith and sense Both receive comfort from them thus Rather then we should faint our Rock turns Vine And stayes our thirst with water and with wine But here 's another Rock my heart Harder then Adamant yet by and by If by a greater Moses struck 't wil part And stream forth tears abundantly Strike then this Rock my God double the blow That for my sins my eyes with tears may flow My sins that pierc'd thy hands thy feet Thy head thy heart and every part of thee And on the cross made life and death to meet Death to thy self and life to mee Thy every fall does save O happy strife That struck God dead but raised man to life Deut. 29.29 Secret things belong unto the Lord our God but those things which are revealed belong unto us and our children for ever that we may doe all the words of this Law THis was good doctrine once but now We not contented are to know What God thinks good for to reveale Unlesse we with Prometheus steale Some fire from heaven or commit A rape on Pallas Divine Wit Or pick Joves lock and secrets get Out of his closest Cabinet We with the Bethshemites dare pry Into Gods Ark and cast an eye Within the Vaile although that wee Or blinde or dead strait stricken be Such boldnesse wel deserves to have No eyes or else a suddaine grave He that would know more then is fit Forfeits his life as wel as wit And while he seeks what God hath hidden He eats againe the fruit forbidden So striving to be overwise Is justly banisht Paradise But if we would know safely more Let 's practise what we knew before Not search his secret wil into But his revealed let us doe 'T is that concerns us most the way To understand is to obey 1 Sam. 17.37 David said moreover The Lord that delivered me out of the paw of the Lion and out of the paw of the Bear he wil deliver me out of the hand of this Philistin WHy should I doubt Gods providence Or fear hee 'le not protect me in my wayes Since he his goodnesse stil to me displayes And proves it by experience One day another certifies and saith Each several Mercy doth confirm my faith His former favours earnests are Of future he that sav'd mee from the Bear Would not permit the Lyon me to teare And he that of me took such care As from the Lyons paw to set me free Will from this Philistine deliver me Lord from a fiercer Lyon thou Hast saved me by thine almighty power I mean that Lyon which sought to devour My soul and body Shall I now Suspect that thou who spar'dst me from the divel Wilt let me perish by a lesser evil I am resolv'd to fear no more What man can do though he Golia be Much less a Bear or Lyon though I see Him ne're so much against me roare I have so oft been rescued by thine arm That I believe nothing shall do me harme JOB 29.14 I put on Righteousnesse and it clothed me 'T Was sin brought shame into the world til then There was no nakednesse 'mongst men And till they put on Righteousnesse they wil Though clad in Gold be naked stil They may their clothes change every day yet find That clothes they want unless they change their mind The newnesse of the fashon's not enough Nor yet the richnesse of the stuff To cover the souls nakednesse within Whiles t is deform'd with deadly sin The gallant without grace for all his brags Is worse attir'd then truth that goes in rags What matter is 't if that his body be Adorn'd with all the bravery His wealth can compasse or his wit invent For all this costly ornament If he be destitute of Righteousnesse To clothe his soul hee 's naked ne're the lesse God looks into my inside and if there He see that I do vertue weare And that the habits of my mind are white As Innocence and clear as Light Then he invites me as a proper guest Being thus apparrel'd to his marriage feast Now Lord since mine own righteousnesse wil be Too short a robe to cover me For who alas with so great store is clad But he to borrow may be glad Do thou some of thine owne on me bestow That 's long enough for both of us I know Psalm 4.3 But know the Lord hath set apart him that is godly for himself BEhold an holy Separatist Whose sanctiâ—y doth not consist In setting of himself apart Both from the world and his own heart With a keepâ—back as if that none Must neer him come but stands alone Like the disdainful Phaâ—isee That thinks no man so good as he No he himself doth most despise And humble is in his own eyes So ful of meeknesse and so mild As is the newly weaned child His faith though firm is lowly built Judging his own not others guilt This humble minded man God deems So highly of so well esteems That he divides him from the rest And in him impropriates for the best To his own
fall Made them and an Apostle divels all To gather Churches then 's a vaine attempt As if you could have any quite exempt From sinful men when do what e're you can The hypocrite wil be the holy man And put as good a face on 't as the best Purge ne're so much your body there will rest Some noxious humours in 't some Judas wil In spite of you lie lurking in it stil Christs Church is likened by him to a field Which tares and wheat confusedly doth yeeld And he commandeth us to let both grow Together til the harvest left that now By hastie separation e're the day We not good husbands but the wilde Bores play Rooting up both whereas they both should stand And waite the weeding of the Angels hand You 'l say by Tares is meant the hypocrite Which cannot be discerned by our sight Being only knowne to God and therefore we May mix with him in our society Whereas the wicked is so easily known We may and ought shun his communion Why then did Christ into his fellowship Take Judas suffer him to kisse his lip Cal him by' th' name of friend nay give him leave The holy Sacrament for to receive Although he knew his heart and all the evil He had conceiv'd which made him up a divel And so no hypocrite to Christ was he What shall we purer then our Saviour be ' Tâ—s true the childrens bread should not be cast To dogs yet of the crumbs the dogs may taste And who knowes but the tasting of them may Turn dogs to Christians ere they goe away The Word alone converts a wicked mind Much more the Word and Sacrament combind Both holy be And if we must for bear To give the Sacrament to some for fear Of profanation Why do we dispense The Word to all men without difference Or if we must not give it 'cause it may Prove death to some that take it the wrong way The very same may of the Word be said Therefore to preach it we should be afraid To mixed Congregations left that some Should worser then they were before become This only so falls out by accident 'T is neither in the Word nor Sacrament God commonly by them grace on us pours If it prove death the fault 's not theirs but ours It is the duty then of every one To fit himself for this communion And if the Minister the danger tell Of taking it unworthily 't is wel His own soul he delivers if he do it Upon their peril 't is that wil come to it We wish the Church invested were again With power notorious sinners to restraine And excommunicate them too til then We may reprove but not correct these men It is our hearts desire and we pray That every one rightly receive it may And that no Judas any more may be Admitted to this blest Society But this is rather to be wisht then found In this craz'd age where more are sick then sound More traitors then are faithful twelve to one How can we then make separation For if we wil not partial be but just Scarce one of twelve into our flock we must Receive and then how many little flocks Wil there be of us subject to the mocks Of all our enemies and whiles that each Intends his own particular the breach Wil wider grow i' th' general and we May seek a Church but stil to seek shal be John 14.2 I go to prepare a place for you WHat a high favour 's this That God should be mans harbinger to blisse When John prepar'd the way before thy face O Christ 't was no smal grace Unto the Baptist then Much greater dost thou now bestow on men In that thou goest before to make us roome In heaven against we come Lord we were not more glad At thy first coming then we should be sad At thy departure didst not thou impart This cordial to our heart Chearing our spirits thus That thou possession tak'st of heaven for us Thou in our flesh hast entered there and we By vertue thereof be Assured of our places As soone as ever we have run our races With all the Patriarchs we shal sit down And there receive our Crown It is then fit and just That we should think of shaking off our dust And laying downe our earthly Tabernacles Which are to us as shackles And hinder our souls flight To those blest Mansions which are ours by right Let us not dreame of setting up our rest Til w' are of heaven possest That is our center that Our country is our proper place whereat All our endeavours must aim since we are ne're At home til we come there O thou that art the way And wanâ—'st the way before us grant we may Follow thy steps so close that in the end We may that place ascend John 14.6 I am the Way the Truth and the Life I Came from heaven to be your guide and I Am he by whom your path to heaven doth lie The steps I trod on earth are th' only right Way to those Mansions of most glorious light The doctrine which I taught you is the whole Truth which if follow'd wel wil save your soul And bring you to those joyes shall never end The joyes to which blest spirits doe ascend Life without death to that your hopes must tend Acts 9.4 Saul Saul why persecutest thou me NEver was union seene So strict as that between Christ and his members though in hevaen he be And we on earth yet see We cannot suffer here but strait he cryes And feels our miseries As if they were his own So wel to him th' are known That what e're persecutions we sustain He hath the greatest share and wil complaine Talk not what vertue lies In secret sympathies As that between the loadstone and the steele Which do at distance feele Each others force and by an innate love This unto that wil move Or that betwixt the wound And Talbot powder found Or of that sensitive plant whose vertue 's such That it contracts it self at every touch All these though very rare Secrets in nature are But grace a stronger sympathy doth make 'Twixt Christ and us we take New life from him as he took flesh from us We now are one and thus Our wounds are his our smart Grives him unto the heart Who touch us touch the apple of his eye A tender part how can he chuse but cry You then that persecute And all your arrowes shoot Against the truly Christian know that you One day shall deerly rue And pay for this your spite your arrowes all On your own head shal fall You 'l find it hard to kick Against the sharpest prick And whiles you aime at man you shoot far wide Hitting your God thorow your brothers side Why then my soul art thou So sad because that now By wicked men thou persecuted art Thy Saviour bears a part And wil revenge thy cause against thy foes His hand thy wounds wil
close As though his own they were No more their malice fear For let them do the worst to thee they can Since that thy fellow suff'rer's God and man 1 Cor. 6.19 What know ye not that your body is the Temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you which ye have of God and yee are not your own LOrd what an humble God art thou Thus to descend And be my friend Yea more then friend mine In-mate now Dost not enough thy self abase To look on me But I must be Thy Temple and thy dwelling place This my vile Body thou dost take And thinkest fit To honor it And for thy use a house it make Henceforth I 'l prize this house of thine At a high rate Being consecrate To thee and count it no more mine Not any part thereof shall be An instrument To sin but bent In holy wayes to wait on thee The windowes in 't shall be mine eyes Through which I 'l see My God thou me My tongue shall offâ—r Sacrifice My lips the Calves which I will pay To thee my Lord And every word Well weigh'd I 'l on thine Altar lay My Lungs the bellowes which shall blow The holy fire Of my desire Till to a lively flame it grow My Prayer as Incense shall ascend And every room In me perfume That no ill savour thee offend My heart shall be the Holocaust My hands shall bring An Offering And all shall serve the Holy Ghost 1 Cor. 10.12 Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall LEt none presume he stands so fast But that he may fall first or last The most confirm'd in grace Stands in a slipp'ry place He treads on ice and if he take not care Unto his steps is down e're he 's aware 'T is hard to keep a middle way 'Twixt two extreams and never stray Since to the worst mans mind By nature is inclind Each vertue hath two vices on both sides 'T is odds that into one of them he slides So many snares so many evils So many doubts so many divels Environ him about That be he ne're so stout His faith may faile his feet may slip awry And he soon fall from his integrity David that was so great so good And highly in Gods favour stood In two such sins he fell As might have damn'd him well But that in mercy God pleas'd to restore Him to that state that he was in before Peter though he a pillar were Of th' Church his Master did forswear Such power had fear to make His former faith to shake Thus he who stood the day before so strong Was to his grief and shame laid all along I will not be too confident Of my fast footing but content My faith and fear should stand Together hand in hand That fear may keep my faith from being too bold And faith my fear from losing of its hold 1 Cor. 15.19 If in this life only we have hopes in Christ then were wee of all men most miserable I were of things the worst And most accurst If in this life my happiness did end Beasts and Birds me exceed In strength in speed The Divels me in knowledg far transcend The wicked in sports swim Up to the brim The Epicure abounds in carnal pleasure Th' ambitious man is crown'd With Honours round The Covetous augments his daily Treasure My conscience will not let Me Riches get As others do by rapine and deceit Such wayes it checks me in Saying 't is sin And warnes me of the hook under the bait As sparks do upwards fly Even so am I To troubles born at every turn we meet Reproach and iâ—nomy My Honours be My wealth serves but to buy a winding sheet Yet courage take my soul Let faith controul Thy reason let it fix thy thoughts elsewhere These worldly things ne're can Make happy man Thy happinesse comes from a higher sphere With holy Job then know Though thou art low Thy head 's as high as heaven there lives he Who thy Redeemer is And that thy bliss In seeing him with these same eyes shal be Worldly delights be gone In him alone All wealth all honor and all pleasure lies No sorrowes then shall rest Within my brest His hand shal wipe all tears from my sad eys His hand my head shall raise And crown with joyes Such joies no eye hath seen nor ear hath heard No tongue of men can tell Nor Angels well Only to feel them shall be my reward 2 Cor. 12.10 When I am weake then I am strong WHat Paradox is this that there should be Weakness and strength at the same time in me A Paradox to Nature not to Grace Where without contradiction both have place When I am weakin body then I find That I am strong i' th' vertues of the mind And when I am brought by affliction low Then I in spiritual comforts high do grow When of my self I cannot go nor stand Yet I supported by Gods heavenly hand Can safely travel through a world of wo Yea through the valley of deaths shadow go And fear no ill walk through a sea of troubles Yet never sink counting the waves but bubbles Which my faith blowes away my hope doth sound The greatest depths and even touch the ground When I am ready to be swallowed by Deaths greedy jawes faith sets me up on high Like Moses on Mount Pisgah whence I can Behold a better Land of Canaan And enter too where I with joy shall see His glories in a blest eternity If so much strength to weakness doth belong Lord make me weak that thou maist make me strong Gal. 2.20 Nevertheless I live yet not I but Christ liveth in me and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave his life for me BEhold the priviledg of a Christian Above another man Both Tenants to one Lord Yet in their Tenures they do not accord One hath two lives in present and the third In future but confirm'd by Gods own Word The life of Nature first the life of Grace Takes up the second place The life of Glory last Which comes not till the other two are past The Christian esteems the Natural Compar'd with th' other nothing worth at all The Natural man in present hath but one And in reversion none Yet he doth so depend Upon that one as if it ne're would end Not once considering how each trivial thing Serves to draw on its speedy ruining And as the beasts that perish so shal â—e To dust dissolved be Yea a worse mischief shall After this life this wretched man befall Of his unhappiness it being the least That his short breath expireth like the beast For his one life a double death shall have His body in the grave His soul in hell shall lye A second death that 's to eternity A miserable man he is indeed Whose single short life two long deaths succeed I will account no more