as is due Our seales to witnesse that thy word is true But all the praise or profit else redound From our beleeving on our heads rebound We do beleeve because it is thy will But by beleeving our desires fulfill What thou commandest ought to be fulfild But we obeying conquer whiles we yeeld Most gratious God what Lord is like to thee Whose Laws give life and whose commands make free Well my we to thy statutes have regard In keeping which there is such great reward And yet in all thy just commands injoynd This one of all we do most easie find Which is our faith yet this of all the rest Most richly crownes us and doth please thee best Dear faith how deep are thy foundations laid Most glorious things may well of thee be said Could we but in thy nature perfect prove The highest mountaines at our beck Would move Through thee we see our sines are wash'd away To thee the very powers of sin obey By thee we are made heires of things above Yea have an intrest in the God of love And mounted on the sublime wings we fly With boldnesse to the Throne of grace on high The fire and faith agree in these respects The fire hath heat and faith hath its effects Only the heat doth from the fire proceed Even so from faith do other graces breed Faith then is mother of each other grace Those not borne of her are but brats of base For till that faith doth sanctifie our hearts Our highest vertues are but morall parts Faith Lord is then thy stampe upon the coyn To make it currant and acknowledg'd thine Upon our graces wherein thou dost read The very Image of thy selfe indeed Lord melt our hearts then which are else but flint That this thy stamp may therein leave thy print And make the working luster of it bright For we can know it by no other light For as some pretious roots within the ground Can not or can be very hardly found But only when the springtime doth declare Their secret lodgings by the fruit thy beare So faith that plant implanted in our soules Growes so concealed from our sight like moules That we want knowledge to discern that root But by the branches and the fruits that sproot Faith then we must have or we must lose all A living faith too or else die we shall Faiths life appeareth by the fruit it beares It fruit appeareth being grain not tares O pretious fruit may that in us be found We have no cause then to suspect the ground Only it doth belong to us to weed And cast out all that may offend the seed Conscience wounded with sin Psalme 38. MIne iniquities are gone over mine head as an heavy Burthen too heavy for me verse 4. My wounds stinck and are corrupt because of my foolishnesse verse 5. I am troubled I am bowed downe greatly I goe mourning all the day long verse 6. For my loynes are full with a loathsome disease and there is no sound part in my flesh verse 7. I am feeble and sore broken I have roared because of the disquietnesse of my heart verse 7. Oyle and wine powred in Psalme 42. VVHy art thou so cast down oh my soule and why art thou so disquieted within me hope thou in God Psalme 103. THe Lord is mercifull and gratious slow to anger and plentious in goodnesse verse 8. He will not alwaies chide neither will he keepe his anger for ever verse 9. Like as a Father pittieth his children so the Lord pittieth them that feare him verse 13. For hee knoweth our frame he remembreth we are but dust verse 14. Desires of Aid THou good Samaritan thou God of art Good by thy readynesse God by thy skill In powring Oyle and wine into the heart That sin hath wounded oh direct my quill That in that best experience sence of feeling I may discover both to wound and healing We are the wounded Travellers indeed But thou art wounded with compassion more Our wounds do make thy wounded heart to bleed Thy blood applyd doth he ale our bleeding sore Oh pretious balme oh let it be applyd And let my hand be by thy help a guide The Conscience wounded with sin OH my mine iniquities my sin my sin Too heavy for me oh I sinck therein It doth go over as it were my head Intolerable burden no such lead My wounds are putrifi'd corrupt and stinck My foolishnesse is such my teares I drink Troubl'd and pressed with the weight I beare All the day mourning never free from care My loynes are fil'd with loathsomnesse besides There is no soundnesse in my flesh abides My conscience roares within me and the smart Torments me with the anguish of my heart Oyle and wine powred in BUt why art thou thus cast down oh my soule Why dost thou not those fearfull doubts controull Why art thou thus disquieted in my brest Oh trust in God returne unto thy rest The Lord the Lord is mercifull and kind Most slow to wrath and to forgive inclin'd Although offended doth not alwaies chide His anger doth but for a space abide Like a most tender Father to his childe So is he pitifull and much more milde For he considers where our frailty lyes And therefore bears with our infirmities The Authors Epigram COnscience oh conscience how comes this to passe Canst thou be wounded and yet arm'd in brasse Yea in a habit far more hard then steel A conscience seared hath no sense to feel But can sin wound thus hath it such a dart Yea wound thus deeply pricking at the heart Oh cruell weapon can it thus indent Through brasse through steel yea through this adamant And yet sin works not thus upon the soule That it would conscience in the act controll But rather rocks the conscience most asleep When like an aspe it makes the wound most deep Then there is nothing can do conscience good Till it be sprinkled with dissolving blood But then each motion that doth sin apply Doth wound the conscience and doth terrifie The conscience wounded with sin ALas alas the soule that sinsmust die So Scriptures tell me can the Scriptures lie No no the Scriptures never can be broken No word shall fail that is in Scripture spoken Oh then what comfort can remaine for me How scapes my soule my sinfull soule then free For I have sin'd and sin to death betraies Death is the wages that hard master payes Inviolable word of God herein Most miserable wretch that I did sin Most wretched slave that such a Master hath Most cruell wages oh eternall death Oyle and wine powred in VVHy will you dye thus doth our Father call When I delight not in your death at all Why will you dye then Oh returne and live I pardon sin and freely doe forgive My mercies please me I delight remorse But justice comes forth by constraint and force Beleeve and live this God the Son hath brought us And by his death from death eternall
bought us He paid our ransome and doth to us cry He that beleeves in me shall never dye He trode the winepresse of that bitter grape And drank the dregs off that we might escape The Authors Epigram THe soule that sins shall dye so Scripture saith And Scripture is our evidence of faith Againe the Scripture evidence doth give That such a soule as doth beleeve shall live Is then beleeving in our Saviour dying Or is his death made our death by applying How can the Scriptures here be reconcil'd Can we both save the parent and the childs Surely Gods justice must be fully pay'd But see Gods mercy how the debt is laid Man is ingaged man is quite undone God to redeem man layes to pawne his Son But man hath sin'd can God then satisfie Yes God for man doth become man and dye Whose guiltlesse death to guilty man apply'd Is more then if that all the world had dy'd The conscience wounded with sin BUt yet I am not satisfy'd alas My soule hath sin'd how can it come to passe Anothers soule should set my soule then free What can anothers death be unto me When Scripture doth directly testifie The soule that sins that very soule shall die Besides my sins they are exceeding great Nay more I feare my sins are desp'rate I have been such an enemy to heaven That I suspect I cannot be forgiven I faine would beare up but this beats me downe This milstone sincks me oh it makes me drown Oyle and wine powred in BY the first Adam all are bound to dye What there was lost the Second doth supply In the first Adam soule and body slain But in the Second both made live again For in our whole man Christ hath fully paid What can be unto soule or body laid Can then the greatnesse of mans sinning let When God himselfe hath undertooke the debt No be the bill ingaging us most large Yet having faith we need not fear discharge For as in Adam all condemned be Even so in Christ are all by faith made free The Authors Epigram OLd Adam falling all men fell therein Because that all men were in Adam then Christ our new Adam to renue old man Within our natures a new birth began By which new birth we are new borne indeed We in this nature are new Adams seed Begotten in him as the Scripture saith In him we live we move and dwell by faith By faith indeed for without faith we dye Within this field doth all our treasure lye Through Adams sin we by descent are slaine But through new birth we live in Christ again Besides in Christ we were condemn'd and dy'd He in our whole man all our wants supply'd Nor yet is justice in this nature crost If one man saves as much as one man lost The conscience wounded with sin BUt oh my conscience is not yet at rest Sin yet doth wound me it doth yet molest What though it were so that all mankinde be By Christ from sin originall set free And so our second Adam doth rest ore What our first Adam set upon our score Alas this cannot conscience free from care I have a load of actuall sin to beare What though I once were drest in cleane attire I have return'd to wallowing in the mire My actuall sin is more then Adams curse Condemnes more strongly and torments me worse Oyle and wine powred in MIsguided conscience be informed better Our father Adam was a greater debter As he was guilty of our root of sin So of the branches that take life therein That were his score not by another paid All sin might justly to his charge be laid Even so our second Adam hath made good All whatsoever can be understood Was lost in Adam and hath charged bin Both with the root and branches of our sin And given for all sin a discharge although All sinners have not their discharge to show The Authors Epigram OH subtill serpent how could he invent One should be charg'd with all mens punishment And yet not one man thereby have redresse Alas not one mans punishment the lesse But loving Father who hast sent thy Son To undoe all this hatefull foe hath done Thy wisdome doth his subtilty exceed Making him only guilty mankinde freed Freed by the freedome that thy Son hath wrought The Price whereby he hath our freedom bought Is sure sufficient fully to acquit All sin in mankinde mankinde can commit The reason then that any man is lost Is not the want of a redeeming cost But only the redeemed are too blame Not getting their assurance of the same The conscience wounded with sin DOth Christ discharge this debt that man did owe Oh blessed Christ but on condition though Though Christ be in this obligation ty'd Yet t is but on conditions on our side It we performe not the condition then The bond is void and we are undone men What is it then to me though Christ be bound If the condition be not in me found Oh what is this condition I am fraile I feare I shall in this condition fail My conscience tells me I am still ingag'd How shall my conscience be herein aflwag'd Oyle and wine powred in BLest Christ indeed we may most truly say Thus bound for us so great a debt to pay Yet on our part so little doth require And yet that little likewise doth inspire Sure sweet condition easie to fulfill Where meanes doth furnish to discharge the bill Easie indeed what can more easie be Then to beleeve that Christ hath set us free And yet as easie as it is we find This our condition doth no harder bind Nay he that binds us in this golden chain Doth give the thing too he requires again The Authors Epigram OH blessed Saviour what couldst thou do more Who to inrich us mad'st thy selfe as poore And to requite thee whence the Milions came That did redeeme us â—ost accept a dram And yet that dram too which thou dost demand Drop'd from thy fountain falls into our hand Thou hast not only easie payment set But fillst our purses to discharge the debt Oh froward mankind shall we fooles then grâ—â—â—â— To pay so little to receive so much Shall we make forset all we have betray Because we will not a poore homage pay Faith is but as our fealtie here done To hold our right by in our Fathers Son In Christ who is our purchaser from thrall Our right our Portion Righteousnesse and all The Conscience wounded with sin OH blessed faith art thou with God so great Doth he esteeme thee at so dear a rate But wretched I then and of all too blame Who have been so respectlesse of the same That I poore earthworm never understood This heavenly jemme or how it should do good Alas I thought it but a fruitlesse grace Which idle Christians only did imbrace I could no beauty in this Rachel see But blear-eyd Lea seem'd as fair to me And therefore it is justly me injoynd If I
never faile shall burne From whence we never never shall returne Lazarus HOw shall I prize those words to me exprest Oh! Come thou blessed enter thou my rest Sweet meditations heav'nly joyes in heart These thoughts indeed are very heav'n in part How shall I then who once was most debas'd Be with much glory on the right hand plac'd And sit with Angels and with Saints to see The bad condemned and the good set free How shall I thence ascend up far above When my Redeemer shall his Court remove When Saints shall sing and Angels shall rejoyce How shall we mount up with a merry noyse How justly then shall Jesus wear the crown He having put all adversaries down How lowd in heav'n shall I his prayses sing There grac'd to wait upon so great a King The Authors Epigram ONce silly Lazarus now a Saint at rest Ere long a judge at last a son most blest Who could have seen when thou wert upon earth That thou hadst in thee any signe of worth When Kings and great men shall be in despaire At the great Sessions holden in the ayre There thou shalt in Commission sit and thence Ascend far higher with the highest Prince But once rich Dives now poore Dives nam'd Ere long arraign'd at last for ever damn'd Who would have thought when thou wert in thy pride That robes of purple could such ruines hide When Saints which here thou mad'st to mourne shall sing At heavens Assises thou thy hands shalt wring And to the mountaines and the hils complaine To fall and hide thee but alas in vaine Dives TOrmented wretch might I remaine in hell Only in soule tormented it were well Well though in woes which cannot be exprest Yet to the woes which are to come a rest But oh my body which in earth now lying Is as but in a furnace purifying Till it be such when it is fully try'd As may for ever burning flames abide That must againe my wofull soule ingage Which burning prison shall my soule inrage The one unto the other adding fuell The angry divells evermore most cruell Oh! Adam Adam why fogot'st thou this When thou for ever might'st have liv'd in blisse When thou on earth in Paradise didst dwell Thou thought'st not then on a perpetuall hell Lazarus NOw happy yea now heavenly I and sure 'T is only that makes happinesse secure When once my body from the grave be freed How shall I then be comforted indeed When my blest soule and body both united Shall reigne in heaven how shall I be delighted How shall I here be fully satisfi'd Where pleasant streames of endlesse pleasure glide One joy doth here another joy begin Increase of joyes makes joy increase therein Here from one fountaine rivers do distill Where Saints and Angels ever drinke their fill Here are those riches which all wants supply Because they alwayes fully satisfie Here are those joyes which are for ever crown'd Here nothing else but joy is to be found The Authors Epigram LAzarus Thy soule shall downe ere long retire To give thy body motion to mount higher Most swiftly soaring on thy Eagle wings From earth to heaven unto the King of Kings How highly there shall heavenly Angels place thee How sweetly there shall fellow Saints imbrace thee How welcome there shall Christ thy Saviour make thee How pleasing there shall God the Father take thee But with thee Dives thus it shall not be The clean contrary shall be true in thee When thou in soule and body shalt be cast Into that gaping cave of hell at last How eager shall the divels then be on thee How gastly shall the damned gaze upon thee What outward tortours shalt thou feel within What endlesse torments shalt thou then begin Dives OH savage senses brutish appetites In sensuall pleasure was your choice delights Your rage was only ruler in my heart You did command my understanding part Yea in my little Microcosmus vaine Did like so many heathen Princes reigne The world and all things in the world at will Were yours and yet you unsufficed still Thus all that world could not suffice my lust The divells therefore in another must My appetites which there did so excell Shall here be gorg'd with infinites in hell Each several sense which could not there be cloy'd Shall here be fed till it would food avoid Only the difference that shall then appear There fed with pleasures but with torments here Lazarus THe outward senses which to some are those Where at they drink in rivers of repose Were unto me but Cunduit pipes of care To let in floods of misery and feare My senses and my appetites I grant Did often gape and hunger in my want But for the most part hunger'd in despaire Or fed on troubles and infected ayre But when my body here above shall reigne My senses shall not covet here in vaine Each severall sense and secret appetite Shall here be fed with fulnâ—sse of delight Here is that banquet which delight each taste Here is that oyle which drawne on doth not waste Here are those cases once figur'd in a sheet Here is that manna which is ever sweet The Authors Epigram THus purblinde we on earth may partly see What plagues in hell prepared be That seeing those we so may have a care To kill sin heer if be not punish'd there Thus sinfull we whose sinnes or soules must die Our sinnes heer or our soules eternally May labour heer to put our sinnes to death Our tender soules may scape eternall wrath And thus again when we have got like men Some manly conquest over beastly sin We may with comfort view those joyes on high Where men shall live that make their sinnes to die Thus we of all may rightly make good use Fore-sight of danger oft prevents abuse And where the prize is glorious to behold It makes the dullest enterpriser bold Dives MY sense of taste was upon earth that Cooke Within whose Kitchin I most pleasure tooke And when its sacrifice was on the fire I offer'd up my earnestest desire This sug'red sense or rather savage beast Which oft devour'd when I could not digest Which still cri'd kill let sacrifice be slaine And drunk down liquor as the earth doth raine This idoll sense shall one day have its fill When soule and body 's sacrific'd in hell Where fiery fiends are cooks for ever killing And Divels tapsters diligent in filling Which cookes with scorching shall my throat inflame Those tapsters powre down sulphur in the same My soule with torments tortur'd for my sin Shall curse blaspheme and roar and rave within Lazarus MY sense of taste or taste of sense indeed Because I was most sensible of need Requir'd on earth no cooke at all because Still griping hunger gave my meat a sawce Yea I full oft was glad if I had meat Yea glad of that which others scorn'd to eat Yea glad of crums yea often driven to fast And glad to smell the meat
Palace of his soule a doore To keep in vertue and to shut out sin Were then set ope to let that traytor in Which traytor enter'd struck with sin as dead The whole man from the feet unto the head Who to thy foe thus being brought in thrall Lost both thy image and himselfe withall Nay yet lost more for by this cursed deed Losing himselfe he lost his wretched seed He lost thy image lost thy love thy grace He lost himselfe his happinesse and race Oh fearfull losse and eke oh fearfull gain Thou wert depos'd thy enemy did raigne Thy image lost the divell put on his Heaven was exchang'd for hels most deep abysse Lord what a heavy hidious change was here Lord how did man then in thy sight appear Lord with what patience couldst thou then abide To see the divell so in triumph ride Or Lord what pity in thy bowels boyl'd To see poore Adam so for ever foyl'd To see poore Adam thus undone by theft Thus of his jewells of thy grace bereft Cast out by thee of Paradise below And left unto the malice of his foe Nay foes indeed and a most potent troup The creatures all who were ordain'd to stoup At Adams beck now in rebellion rose The elements they all became his foes Which were his friends and all at peace before The winds to rage the sea began to roare The fire to burn and which of all is worst The earth for his offence became accurst Oh! Adam Adam though we may refuse As we are sons our father to accuse Yet being wounded by thy deadly blow We cannot but lament thy overthrow Hadst thou in tryall nor been over come Though we thy seed who should succeed thy room Had fallen our fall it had been small to thine Thy fall as head hath tainted all thy line Thou art our Head and we thy members be Thou art condemned how can we be free Had but a member only fault bin A member only should have dy'd therein But through the one death raigned over all Death by thy death brought all to death in thrall Death temporall that no mortall shall divert Death too eternall is our due desert Lord most immense in mercy yet so pure Thy sight can no polluted thing indure How could thy mercy and thy justice meet In viewing Adam thus from off his feet But how can we thy mysteries discusse Whose wayes are so past finding out by us Thou in thy wisdome it is so divine Couldst make thy mercy through thy justice shine When thou whose wayes cannot be understood Saw'st Adam thus polluted in his blood As Lord thy justice did his sentence give Of death thy mercy said unto him live Sure 't was the time of love when thou pass'd by For Adam only had deserv'd to dye That justice did injoyne but live again Thy mercy only did that musicke strain Oh! heavenly musick harmony most blest Thus peace and justice truth and mercy kist Justice by death thus satisfi'd in striving Mercy againe thus answer'd by reviving But Adams soule did first to sin consent His body guilty as an instrument Could then the death of Adams body serve When Adams soule did greatest death deserve No no alas that cannot serve the turne Although the body should for ever burne In flames of hell it could not satisfie Thou hast pronounc'd the soule that sins shall dye Most gracious God and great beyond conceit How could poore Adam beare this heavy weight Poore feeble fearfull faint and bending reed Support a burden infinite indeed Here was indeed the depth of miseries Adam must dye but death would not suffice His fact so foule and infinite had bin Death temp'rall could not expiate his sin Justice must yet be satisfi'd by dying Death temp'rall it could not be satisfying Adam must therefore suffer death eternall Or rather live a death which is infernall Lord thus we finde and make confession must Thy wayes are right our condemnation just We thus behold thy streams of justice flowing Most justly to our utter overthrowing But though thy justice seem'd to goe before Yet thou hadst mercy treasur'd up in store To free those slaves that Adam brought in thrall That so thou might'st have mercy upon all Well may we say love in thy bosome burn'd And bowells in thee of compassion yern'd How like a deare and most indulgent father Or like a melting hearted mother rather Who when her infant hath receiv'd some harmes Then most bemoanes it in her tender armes Even so thy goodnes did thy love bewray In that thy mercy could not brook delay But in the instant whiles the wound did bleed Prescrib'd a plaister for the wounded seed And mov'd with fury against Adams foe Who like a serpent had betray'd him so Not only for the present curs'd him for 't But thence for ever made his chaine more short And told that Serpent that the womans seed Which he had so much shaken in that reed That it should unto such a Cedar grow As should infine his Kingdome overthrow Oh! pretious promise drop'd from thine own pen Peace upon earth and good will unto men Both oyle and wine to heale the wounded man Drawn from that wounded good Samaritan Oh pretious promise by which Adams wife Late of his death becomes his means of life Oh pretious promise and for ever sweet By which divided heaven and earth did meet But Lord what seed what heavenly seed was this Whose promise only could afford such blisse Seed heavenly yea seed wonderfull indeed On which our fathers many years did feed To life yea unto life eternall while This seed it seem'd was buried in the soyle But when this promise should become fulfil'd Lord what a harvest must this seed then yeeld But when this seed converteth into bread It must give life sure to the very dead This did exceed the Manna which was given This was the bread that did come down from heaven The bread of God yea very God indeed Thy selfe oh Lord was promis'd in this seed A bread ordain'd before the world began To save the world to give new life to man And when the fulnesse of the time expir'd Thou did'st fulfill what man had long desir'd Mad'st that appear in substance to be true Which was before but shadow'd to the view But oh thou wonder-working God above Whose justice thus but amplifies thy love Who but thy selfe could have by searching pry'd How mercy could have justice satisfi'd But who but thee could ever have been brought To work a wonder as this worke was wrought That thou whose justice did mans sentence give Shouldst in thy mercy die that man might live And yet we do unto our comfort find Thou in thy mercy wert to man thus kind Rather then mankind should for ever lie In chaines of death the God of life would die But gratious God how can this granted be Thou art a spirit form corruption free The fountain too of life it selfe how then Canst thou be said to dye
for sinfull men Besides great God if thou as God couldst dye Which thing we must for evermore deny Yet man from death could thereby not be free For man hath sin'd and man must punish'd be Oh I soule polluting deadly sinck of sin That mankind should be so defil'd therein That God himselfe and only God remain Might not forgive nor wash away the stain No way but suffering would make full supplies Offended justice claim'd a sacrifice Man had no offering that would serve the turn Thou mightst not but thy melting heart did yern Yern Lord indeed to see hells raging fire But sawst no Sacrifice to thy desire And yet that man for ever might not burn Thou didst prepare a body for the turn Because that man no sacrifice could find Nor could thy Godhead suffer in that kind Thou didst unite by everlasting ties Thy selfe to man to be a sacrifice Thy second person and thy only Son Begotten long before the world begun Who scorning shame through all the danger ran Tooke flesh upon him and was found a man A perfect man and perfect God likewise And so became a perfect sacrifice As man for man he dy'd and lay as slain As God he conquerd death and rose again A perfect man without defect by sin A perfect God he had for ever bin Hid God-head and his manhood both intire Yet joynd in one one person we admire By thy decree he put out nature on Our nature thus exceping sin alone And living guiltlesse for himselfe therein He dying free'd the guilt of other men But being guiltlesse death was not his due Indeed respecting of himselfe t is true But he be came man onely to that end As free to free men that by sin offend But could the death of one suffice for all Yes such a one as we may truly call Both God and man yea God whose sacrifice All men nay Angells cannot equallize If Adam but a creature could so fall To bring all creatures of the world in thrall Sure the creating God made man might free All mankind fallen in a more full degree A second Adam thus is truly found To save the world the first in sin had drownd That as by one man all men guilty stood Even so by one man all might be made good First Adam falling dy'd be cause he fell The second standing dy'd of his good will A free will offering thus he freely gave Which by his free will had a power to save A free will offering Lord we truly say For of thy selfe thou hadst no debt to pay Untill it pleas'd thee to assigne thy Son To pay mans debt whom sin had quite undon Dear God that thou shouldst bring thy selfe in debt The greatnesse of it too should be no let Should'st binde thy selfe by promising a seed When thou before wert absolutely freed Could not the greatnesse of the debt to pay Those flames of love within thy breast alay When thou consider'st in thy deep fore-cast That it would cost thy dearest blould at last Lord what is man we still may aske of thee That for his sake thou could'st thous moved be That he which in thy bosome did remaine Should be a Lambe from the beginning slaine These secrets sure were hid from Adams eyes Had he knowne these he would have been more wise But we poore wretched we that with him fell Dp know and yet we doe again rebell We know and doe acknowledge as we read All this fulfill'd which was before decree'd That this eternall Seed thy Son is come By thee begotten in the Virgins wombe And by a way beyond our reach became Both God and Man a Lion and a Lambe We know againe thy Scriptures testifie How like a Lambe he did both live and dye How sinlesse blamelesse harmlesse and demure He did the malice of the world indure Number'd with sinners and yet free from spot Smitten of sinners yet he threatned not Led as a sheep did to the slaughter come Yet opened not his mouth but was as dumbe Where like a Lambe most innocent and free To cleare the guilty must condemned be And to regaine our freedome by his losse He by our sins was nayl'd unto the crosse Where wounded with those soul deep wounding spears Instead of a distilling floods of tears Heaven was set open and its fountaines ran With streams of bloud to wash polluted man Where like a lamb once offer'd up for all He drank not only vinegar and gall But dranke that bitter cup which doth therein The vialls of thy vengeance due for sin By drinking which he did asslwage thine ire He quench'd the flames of everlasting fire And purchas'd heaven to â—â—â—â—â—ate gaping hell And all for mankind out of meere good will Oh! worke of wonder can our hearts not shake At this whereat the very earth did quake The stones did rend graves let out men that slept The heavens above put out thelt lights and wept We read again when he thus like a lamb Had finish'd that for which he hither came How like a Lion he began to wake Or how like Sampson he the cords did breake And did assume his sacred corps again As one returnd with conquest from the slain Who like a Lion joy full of his prey He having took the sting of death away And made the grave a bed of sweet repose He rould away the mightie stone and rose And came and preach'd by his new preaching birth Deliverance unto captive men on earth Yea in the earth his rising from the grave Of all mens rising testimony gave This Lion now of Iudas Tribe as man Having fulfild his Priest here began To take his Royall Scepter in his hand As King to rule as God to Kings command But Lord his body now was glorifi'd He might no longer now on earth abide His Kingdome was not of this wotld not here His seat so raigne was in a higher spheare He must to heav'n into the throne of grace The earth is but his foot-stoole and too base And having fully all thy Law fulfil'd Made death the divell hell and sin to yeeld He did ride up triumphant in renown After his conquest to receive his Crowne Where thou hast crownd him with a crown more worth Then all the richest Diadems on earth With heaven it selfe and earth besides with all Those higher circles and this nether ball And with this scepter in his hand as fit Hast at thy right hand him in glory set Where he remains exalted and as God Doth rule the wicked with an iron rod But as he yet is God and man we read As man he yet for man doth intercede To thee his Father shewing of the scars Which he received in his hloody warres And thus he hath a Priest-hood yet on high Though not to suffer yet to sanctifie All our oblations and his saving Name The Alter where thou wilt accept the same Together with his Person where is kept The forme of man into thy bosome crept Whose sacred body
for faith now do meer fancie find Oyle and wine powred in THe slighting faith we must a fault confesse But if it be through ignorance the lesse God winks at times of darknesse though indeed We are not thereby absolutely free'd But when the glorious Sun-shine doth apear What can excuse us if we see not cleer No just excuse can here excusing be And yet the Sun we often clouded see So though our Sun hath chas'd our night away Yet we have cloudes still to obscure our day Our cloud of folly makes our faith retire Yet find we smoke though it do argue fire The Authors Epigram THree clouds on mankind do like mists benight And keep some blinded in the very light First ignorance then carelesnesse the third Is obstinatly to reject the word The first is most excusable of all The second binding to a harder thrall The third exceeds all and is sinfull most If not the sin against the holy Ghost Where meanes is wanting saving faith to find We must not judge there though they yet be blind For God elects and then doth faith foresee Else how could fooles and infants saved be Againe some loyter while they have the day And yet ere night do labour and have pay But such as in the vineyard being pray'd Will never labour shall be never paid The conscience wounded with sin BUt wretched I what can I doe herein How can I labour I am dead in sin Can dead men work I hear indeed the call But can but hear it cannot work at all No worke but dead works God doth such despise He doth delight a living sacrifice I doe confesse I faine would work indeed Fain would believe I fain would learn that creed But oh my sins my sins are in the way My sins doe still my confidence betray I faine would faith unto my selfe assume But sin prevents me tells me I presume Oyle and wine powred in FAith is t is true the gift of God we read God doth both worke the will and eke the deed Faith in this nature is an easie taske We can doe nothing for the same but aske The only labour now impos'd on man Is to discerne and cherish faith began Is faith Gods gift then let us beat up still He can bestow that dowry when he will Nay faith already may infused be Though scarce discerned in a small degree Then though we build not Castles in the ayre Yet we of all things are not to despair The Authors Epigram AS faith doth point at things yet unreveal'd So faith it selfe lyes in it selfe conceal'd And may be long time in the heart no doubt Before we truly finde that sewell out Besides our sins doe much obscure that light And cast a mist before our feeble sight Yea every sin when faith would else aspire Doth helpe to keep down if not quench that fire Sin is indeed faiths enemy profest And the more sin the more is faith supprest But when that faith doth once by force command Sin then doth yeeld faith gets the upper hand Faith for a time may as it were obey But in the end faith alwaies gets the day And as faith prospers by degrees gets strength So sin growes feeble pines and dyes at length Conscience wounded with sin BUt must sin dye and by degrees surcease Where faith doth live as faith doth force increase Oh wretched creature I how shall I do then I feel alas no death but life of sin Sin strives as much as ever heretofore Or rather strugles in my bosome more I doe confesse I feel my soule distrest And faine would feel fin in my soule supprest But when I labour to restrain the same It growes inraged is the worse to tame Oh sad condition oh my soule sincks here Are there no other signs of faith appear Oyle and wine powred in NO signes but such and yet soule sinck not though Sin must be kill'd but dyes not at one blow Sin in our natures will us battell give Though dying whiles we doe in nature live But sin is mostly sure most wounded when It flies on conscience most tormenteth men Are then our conscience through our sins unquiet Sin then and faith sure are in us at sight If sin within us no resistance found Sin in our conscience would delight not wound And thus by signes we secret faith may see Which without signes cannot discerned be The Authors Epigram FAith is indeed our tree of life below Which tree we only by the fruit can know Would we know then if we have faith or no The root lies hid we to the fruit must goe The fruits are feeling first sins wounding dart Next a compunction in the wounded heart From whence proceeds a diligence with speed To get a balsome for these wounds that bleed The other fruits that fruitfull faith doth beare Are ever after to be arm'd with care With zeale and wisdome to resist that foe Who at advantage had deluded so From whence proceeds a hatred unto sin Desire of vertue and delight therein All mens endeavouring that my aid supply To make faith lively and make sin to dye The Conscience wounded with sin OH blessed faith art thou the root indeed Oh would I could with blessed Job then read Thee grounded in me springs doe testifie Though through high mountains that they have supply The fountaine will be falling and the root It will be rising forth will branches shoot I feele indeed some drops of vertue flow And beare some leaves too which doe make a show But oh my conscience cannot so be quiet Such signes are frequent in the hypocrite But sin dissembled under grace is worst The tree which beares but only leaves is curst Oyle and wine powred in FAith is the fountaine whence all graces flow Faith is the root whereon those branches grow And faith gives life though it may lye as hid To all our actions or they else are dead For Christ in whom all fulnesse doth excell If we have faith by faith doth in us dwell Whether our actions though be leaves or fruit None but our conscience truly can dispute Whether the action from the heart proceeds None but the conscience that rare language reads But when the conscience hath true knowledge gain'd That then is fruit which conscience finds unfain'd The Authors Epigram MIsguided mankinde whither have we gone To set up merit in our makers Throne Faith is in Christ and Christ in faith why then Disdaine we faith adore the works of men Sin is the old man wretched and for lorne Begot in Adam in our natures borne Christ is the new Man by a second birth Through faith conceived and by grace brought forth Grace flowes from faith and faith in Christ began Both those united make but one new man And then most blest and not till then we are When in our soules we feele this infant stir Would we then prove this new man to be ours We sure must prove it by renewing powers We must be new