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Divine Poems by Edmund Elis ...; Poems. Selections
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Elys, Edmund, ca. 1634-ca. 1707.
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All my Raiment's torn I dare not Come My Feet I have defil'd this Morn They 'l Foul thy Roome But Thee LORD I 'le put on So Thou shalt be The Wedding-Garment Bridegroome Feast to Me That which I do I allow not for what I would that do I not but what I hate that do I Rom. 7. 15. 1. MY Mind keeps out the Host of SIN Sense lets 'em in I' th' Phant'sie as i' th' Trojan Horse They Hide their Force Till Opportunity they find To Sally and Subdue the Mind 2. My Childish Soul oft Cries for what It straight doth Hate My Lusts which Reason should Controul War 'gainst my Soul And having got the Victory Bring me into Captivity 3. My Love against My Will is hurl'd Upon the World I See not in the Dark I know Not what I Do When Sin besets me so befool'd I hate to do even what I would 4. O when shall my lost Soul Obtain Her Selfe again To Act Her own Hate and Desire O Sacred FIRE Refine My Heart and that it be Kept Pure O LORD I give it Thee The SOUL's Lethargy Or No Sense of SIN 1. MY Soul Sin-smitten feels no Blow Struck down She 's in a Swoun Thus wrong'd She can't Complain She lies Astonied can't Call on The GOD of Her Salvation To help her up again 2. I 'm Sick because I have no Pain My Sore That 's now Skinn'd ore Will Putrify I fear My Soul hath lost Her Vital Heat True Zeal Her Pulse gives ore to Beat As if her Death were near 3. Mine Eyes are ope to Weep not See My Mind Untranc'd I find Pierc'd with a Fiery Dart Ah! now I am Awak't again My Sense serves but to feel my Pain Fresh Sorrow gripes my Heart 4. Lo Gracious JESU lo How Sick am I How like to Die Maim'd by the Host of Hell Let but the Prince of Darkness Flye Before the Lustre of Thine Eye I 'le View Thee and be well Her House is the way to Hell leading down to the Chambers of Death Prov. 7. 27. HER House is the next way to Hell Satan's Strong-Hold the Furies Cell There 's Venom in her Sweetest Breath Her Tempting Hair 's the Snare of Death The Flaming Beauty of Her Eyes Is but the Devil's Sacrifice Her looks are Gaudy but not Fine Her Clearest Beauties Blaze not Shine O go not after her Refrain From seeking that whose Loss is Gain Vain Joyes like Shades Fly when Embrac'd Such Paint when Toucht is straight Defac'd Such Sweets of Love let me Decline They are but Poyson Drunk in Wine Lusts sparkling Flame to Wild-Fire turns Such Boistrous Heat warms not but Burns Beware the Siren when She Sings Bees full of Honey have their Stings CHRIST's Death 1. THis day Prest with our Sins the MOST HIGH Fell Least he should Feed on Us Christ Satiates Death With his own Bloud Quenching the Flames of Hell Enkindled by the Fire of 's Fathers Wrath. To make Atonement for our Sins GOD Dies Our Jesus is GOD Priest and Sacrifice 2. Lo how the hasty Jews cry Crucifie Lo how they judge the Holy One to Death Whose Attribute is Immortality Lo how they murther Him who gave them Breath The King of Glory suffers Shame and He That Made the World is Hang'd upon a Tree 3. Lo how they Naile unto the Cross His HANDS Who Spans the Heavens how his Feet they Pierce Who over Hell and Death Triumphant stands Whose boundless Presence fills the Universe How the ALMIGHTY ev'ry Varlet scorns Lo He by whom Kings Reign is Crown'd with Thorns 4. And now the Souldier with his Cruel Spear Dares Pierce the Side of the blest Prince of Peace His Torments are so great as Man can bear The Angry God-head will not make them less When he thought that stood off Grief fill'd his Heart Curst Sin for which GOD and CHRIST seem'd to Part 5. He Bow'd his head on which so Heavy lay The Sins of Adam and all Adam's Seed Which by his Death He did Revive this Day To heal our wounded Souls his Limbs did Bleed Lord I believe let me partaker be Of Thy Deaths Power that I may Live to Thee CHRIST'S RESURRECTION 1. OUR LORD is Risen and the Powerful Grave Holds him no longer He hath made his way Even through the Gates of Death that He might save His Heav'nly Flesh from turning into Clay The Grave knew not whom he had taken when He saw who 't was he let Him out agen 2. Upon this Day the SUN's Creator Rose And the Eternal LIFE came from the Dead He that made Ours did His blest Eyes Unclose And saw the Place where his own Corps were lay'd Death Conquer'd thus He lay'd his Grave-Cloaths by As Trophees of his Signal Victory 3. I know not whether may more strange be thought For GOD to Die or MAN to Rise agen Our Holy JESUS made both True He Fought The Lion Death even in the Grave his Den And thus he Enter'd the Strong Bounds of Fate Not as Led Captive but to Captivate 4. The King of Terrors now has lost his Power And is become a Servant unto all Who will but imitate their SAVIOUR Who made a Triumph of his Funerall And now Hee 's up me thinks I hear him Say To all that Die in Him Rise come away Christ's ASCENTION 1. VVHo on the Water Walk't now Climbs the Air And without Dying thus He goes to Heaven Although His Habitation now be there Yet we on Earth are not of Him bereaven He 's like those Lights which in the Skies appear Though there His Body be His Raies are here 2. Now He 's Ascended up on high lo He Gives us His Hand that we may get up too By Him our Strength we VValk our Light we see He makes us Able Shews us vvhat to Do To Heaven Hee 's gone for us there to Provide Blest they whose GOD's their Harbinger and Guide 3. Look up My Soul and with blest STEPHEN See Thy JESUS Standing on th' right hand of God And then think Earth too meane a Place for thee VVhom He Redeem'd with his most pretious Blood Sweet JESU Thou vvast pleas'd to Buy me Come I 'm not the World 's but Thine and Fetch Me Home The Loyns of the Minde Girded or An Holy Vow THere is a GOD My Soul how durst thou Stray Thou 'lt Meet His Vengeance if thou go this way Return Return lo this Path seems too Broad Here Many goe the VVay to Heaven's no Road My Soule put on thy Garments Gird them fast 'T will make thee Comely thus to go Straight-lac't And now I am Resolv'd in spight of Hell And my False Heart I 'le still strive to Do well In all my Warfare I 'le Hold fast My SHIELD Then Satan Do thy worst I le win the Field Sinful Dreams 1. THE Prince of Darkness loves to Fight Our Souls by Night That Black Old Serpent often Creeps Ore one that Sleeps As Vipers often Crawle upon Men Sleeping in the Shade at
you will For Filthy ways are Slipp'ry still Be but Schoold by God's Law and then You 'l nere Run in the Dirt agen You 'l Wash your Garments in the Bloud O' th' Prince of Peace the Lamb of God Out of this Wilderness of Sin These Crooked Ways which now y' are in Gods Word that Fiery Pillar can If Follow'd lead to Canaan This is the Star which in the Night Of Sin and Death will give you Light T is onely This Young men can tell How to avoid the Gates of Hell Eye well this Lamp this Leading Fire 'T will bring you quite out of the Mire If you go on and wont beware You 'l surely Sink and Perish there BACKSLIDING I have sinned THese Offerings of Uncleanness Foul That Glorious IMAGE in my soul The Picture of my LORD which he Lim'd in his Blood once gave to Me These Works of Darkness do Benight My Inward man that walkt in Light But now alas I go astray 'T is Dark I cannot see the WAY The Comforts once I had are gone As if the Holy DOVE were Flown She loves VVhite-houses stayes not in A House of Clay Defil'd with Sin But sure she Hovers ore my Brest Like Birds that find a Snake i' th' Nest The DOVE vvill come again no doubt VVhene're the SERPENT is throvvn out O LORD Restore to me thy Grace I hope Thou didst but Hide thy Face O JESU do but Look on Me Like Peter I 'le VVeep bitterlie By thy Bright Face shew me my Stain I le pour forth Tears to wash it clean I hope the DAY will come again anon The SUN of RIGHTEOUSNES is Set not Gone INCONSTANCY 1. AH me how soon my Soul takes VVing and Flies At ev'ry thing she spies Some Impress ev'ry Object makes upon My Soft Affection Sometimes I Relish Heavenly Manna then I lose my Tast and turn to Husks agen 2. The Dainties of this World I 'd fain enjoy But Tasted straight they Cloy Sometimes Good Conscience bids me be a Guest At her Continual Feast VVith her I find Content but straight I 'm gone Call'd out to Speak with some Temptation 3. Satan Bewtiches me I cannot Stirre Though I 'm Uneasie here I know 't is pleasant to do well but still I covet to do ill My Actions are Themselves the Pain they merit My Thoughts are all Vexation of Spirit O my BELOVED that my soul might be More Constant unto Thee O that my Brest had Vestal Flames that I Might love Continually Lord open thou mine Eyes that I may see Thy Glorious Face I le look on nought but Thee Peccatum Redivivum Or The Rebellion of a Conquer'd Lust THis Sore breaks out agen shall Death and Hell Be still in hopes And shall I ne're be well Thus some at their Uprising Die some may Like Judas at Christ's Table Fall away O LORD put forth thy Hand O GOD make hast To help me or I shall Fall back at last Lo JESU how I bleed afresh Lo I Unless Thou Close my wounds shall Faint and Dyel My Sense begins to fail my Heart is grown So Cold O Lord as Ice so Hard as Stone Which with a Coale from off thine Altar Thavv And Unbenumme that it may Feel thy Lavv That by its Stroakes I may be vvak't from Sin That novv I may be griev'd for vvhat I 've bin Thus vvith thy Physick Lord recover me That I may have an Appetite to thee VVho art the Bread of life O let me cease To long for that vvhich feeds but the Disease T is onely Thou my God canst make me vvhole T is onely Thou canst cure my Dying Soul Refresh me O let me not be deny'd Even vvith that VVater vvhich came from thy Side A Dialogue between a Carnal Man and a Penitent Sinner 1. COme leave these Melancholly Fits They 'l put thee quite out of thy Wits When thou art Old thou mayst have leisure To Grieve now take thy fill of pleasure Let Bacchus and sweet Venus too With their Fresh Garlands Crown thy Brow That it may be kept Smooth and Fair That Sorrow make no Wrinkles there In Mirth pass all this time away Come don't make Winter of thy May Now whilst it is thy Ages Spring Thou shouldst learn with the Birds to Sing Reserve thy Tears and Sighs and Groans For Old dim Eyes and Aking Bones 2. My Sadness is no Melancholly I 'm then most Merry when least Jolly My Pleasure is to Grieve for Sin Hence 't is that I so soon begin Besides My friend we seldom see A Crooked Plant prove a straight Tree I le not obey that Ranting God Which makes men Stutter Reel and Nod Fond Venus Bird I dread such Love Looks like a Vulture not a Dove If of Her Fire one Spark appear I le Quench it with a Pious Tear Now is my Ages Spring I know Now is the Time for Grace to Grow When Age with Pain shall fill my Bones And turn my shortned Breath to Groans I le think it but an Aking Head And straight I shall be call'd to Bed 1. Go Zelot Christian Liberty Allows us all to be more Free The way to Heaven is broader then 'T is said to be by Pulpit-men Those Black Coats are meer Rocks they tell Strange Stories of the Devil and Hell They say so many go astray 'Cause they 'd be Hir'd to shew the way Those Big-words which they throw about Are onely fit to Scare the Rout. I 'le Care not what Precisians say But Swallow all the joyes I may 2. My Friend True Christian Liberty Wo'nt make us Loose though 't make us Free VVe are not bound vvith any Chain VV' are Girt for Ornament not Pain VVe may VValk but we must not Stray VV' are onely Bound to keep our VVay The Liberty you boast is none But to Run to Destruction VVhilst you abhor to be Precise And Gallop in the Road of Vice You Laugh like Mad men in your Pains And love the Chinking of your Chains Beware of speaking ill of Those VVho Hidden Manna do disclose Who Handle the Two-Edged Sword Even the ALMIGHTY's Powerful Word Which if it Search not to make Sound Will give you an Eternal Wound 1. What Countrey-parson told thee so VVhy speakst thou what thou dost not know VVho knowes but when our Bodies Die Our Souls Die too therefore will I The Pleasures of this VVorld to VVin Nere stick at that vvhich Fools call Sin 2. That is Thou art Resolv'd to be Thine ovvn Soul's Mortall Enemie What thou callst Pleasure is but Baite Thus thou lov'st Death and hug'st thy Fate Those Comforts vvhich in Sin vve find At first Embrace then Stab the Mind When Svvarmes of Thoughts buz in thy Brain When thy Head's full of Cares and Pain When thou liest Tossing on thy Bed Then think of Me and vvhat I 've said To All those that Name the Name of CHRIST Ah! Love that JESUS who once Die'd for You And if you Love Him what He Bids You Do Qui Vitam posuit pro Te Tu Dilige CHRISTUM DILECTI semper Fac quoque Jussa Tui {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} O that my wayes were directed to keep thy statutes Ps. 119. 5. 1. O That I could stand firm at last And not be reeling to and fro O that J could My GOD Hold Fast And never never let Him go 2. How often do J go astray And leave my Rest my wonted Bliss Like a Lost Sheep in the High VVay Which Dangerous and Barren is 3. J have no Pleasure in my Sin And yet J Act it o're and o're J 'me still the same that J have bin Though fain I would be so no more 4. J long to Keep the Law of GOD But still J Break it to my Pain My Stomack serves to take that Food But straight J cast it up again 5. My GOD O take me unto Thee With Fire-Hot Zeal Melt Thou my Heart That now I may New-Moulded bee And made sound in my Better Part. 6. LORD Lead me by thy Grace that I May never Wander from Thee more Thou art My LIFE I cannot Die Thou art My All I can't be Poor FINIS Rom. 7. 23