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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

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

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

in such a Pot Plot such a matter Against thy Master Whilst thy sop softens in my platter Who of each dish make thee a taster Hardens thy heart the whilst Iscariot Will nothing serve but sops in blood next meal My Purse my dish Were free To thee What more could'st wish Wretch what thou dost do quickly Run and sell Pensive Disciples when they hear and know it Each fears for one But he that bears The bag is lag perditions Son He is the last that doubts or fears Slow to confess but Oh! how swift to do it Come children take this bread 't is broke for you Much good may 't do you 'T is drest And blest Take it unto you And therewithall my broken body too Come my Disciples here 's an health likewise To you not mee Let it go round Salvations cup's the cup you see Your health is in my bloody wound Think of my blood as oft as ye drink this Your Makers broken Law your bloody sin And bleeding heart Bring mee To see And feel this smart Who would Hell conquer must with death begin My Testament I leave you seal'd in blood You I bequeath When ere I die Full conquest over sin and death With life and peace which by and by I the Testatour by my death make good Pledge mee dear friends this blood was broach'd for you I 'le drink no more Of wine o th' ●ine Till bee'ng got ore I may in Fathers kingdome drink it new Come let 's now sing saith Christ see'ng all my sorrow Is but your Crown Thorns at the breast Make musick when the Spirit 's down Yea sometimes musick of the best Let 's sing to night for I must dye to morrow My Lord then riseth up from whence he sate Whom winds obey And seas With these Disciples may Now see him that he may be gratious WAITE Sure whilst my Saviour SERVES who ever came See'ng him so drest Waiting on all Girt with a Napkin scarce had guest This were the feast of 's Funerall But Marriage Supper rather of the Lamb. After the wine my Lord doth water take Heav'n stoops to meet And bow As low As sinners feet Oh what clean work Christs Blood and Spirit makes Peter thou think'st that I stoop down too low And sai'st I shall N'ere wash thy feet Then canst thou have no part at all In Davids Son nor be made meet I th' new Jerusalems clean streets to go Streets that are pure as gold and clear as glass This Basin is Thy way I say To this fair bliss Israel to Canaan must through Jordan pass Sirs see you what I h've done and do you know it You call me well Say'ng I'm your Lord If I then stoop Oh! never swell If I have wash't your feet afoard You to do likewise Happy if you do it Servants my Livery you must wear is Love This bowl 's my Spirit Which I Now die That you may ' nherit The Lamb goes hence that he may send the Dove Oh may this towell bind your hearts in one My bending down Teach them to bow May pride and sinfull passions drown In this full Basin Men shall know By this that your are mine when I am gone Gone I 'll go too saith Peter Lord I will What are comes on 't Oh no! Not so 'T is a sore brunt Best metall melts when men their Maker kill Nay Lord though all men run I 'll stand by thee Run friends or foes Foes to pursue Or friends to scape the hands of those Poore man I 'll tell thee what 's more true Ere th' Cock crow twice I thrice denied must be Su●e Peters courage strangly is come on My Passion lo He did Forbid Now hee 'll dye too Yet when the shepheard dies the sheep will run Let not your hearts be troubled but believe In God and Mee I ride before To see things may in red'ness be Behold I 'll meet you at the door My Fathers house can me and you receive Whither I go ye know and th' way ye know Saith Thomas Nay Lord we Can't see Which is the way For we alas know n't whither thou dost go Thomas I am the true and living way My flesh I gave Knowest thou me A path-way unto Heav'n to pave Cemented with my blood to be So that who walks in me can't go astray Shew us the Father Lord that 's all our bliss Doth Philip say How long Among You must I stay Ere you know me saith Christ why here he is Judas replies but not th' Iscariot Lord How is' t that thou Thy self to us But not unto the world dost shew Thy blessed self revealing thus Why I will do 't to all that keep my word Peace I leave with you my peace I you give Not as the world When here And there You 're test and hurl'd The sweetest calme shall then your hearts relieve Friends if you love me let me go don't grieve me Oh! how your sobs Do antedate My Passion O my pulse vies throbs Oh let my grief in yours abate My fathers arms are ready to receive me Sirs I can't stay to talke yonder 's the Prince The world that swaies O see How hee Doth's legions raise Yet of one single fault can't me convince I am the vine ye branches bring forth fruit My blood 's your sap My blood 's your seed 'T is well for you that others tap The vessell that the vine may bleed The hand that empties me doth you recruit O if you love your selves let me go send That guid to you That shall Ev'n all Ev'n all things shew I h've much to speak which you can't yet attend A little while I disappear Anon I 'm seen agen For to the Father I go say they what may this mean This little while we cannot gather Why Friends when Winter 's over Spring comes on Truth Lord we now believe Ah do you so Just now comes on An houre Whose showre Will make you run Whilst solitary to my grave I go Yet am I not alone O blessed Father Thou' rt with me still Now glorifie Thy Son thy Son when Butchers kill Thy Lamb Oh take me up on high And thine and mine Lord with me to me gathe● These are thy stock I kept and did improve them For these I pray And all That shall Their word obey Lord here 's thine own again O keep them love them Then his Disciples forth my Lord doth lead Cedron i th' way Makes me bethink What th' Psalmist of th' Hi●h Priest do say He of the brook i th' way shall drink Therefore he shortly shall lift up the head Thence they together to the garden pass Where grew that store That can Fall'n man Make as before Sure my Redeemers RVE'S that herb of grace 'T was in a garden Adam did undo us There grew that fruit Whose bitterness That man for ever might not rue't My Lord did tast and squeeze and press Then from a Garden brings our cure unto us O mount of Olives O

faults I 'm scourg'd by thee Pilate thou thinkst these bloody stripes may cease Their bloody cry But blood ' So good They 'll drink them dry And their Hydropick thirst will more increase Alas thou think'st to seale me a release From blood in gore But 't will not bee Till I have emptied all my store Then sinner there 's release for thee So dearly must I buy my Subjects peace Pilates own wife becomes mine advocate Her sufferings in Her dream To them Shee doth begin So to prevent my Passion to relate But who can harden his soft cowardise To take my part And shield my right Or molifie their hardened heart To quit their spleen or scirrhous spite Pilate have nought to do with Christ shee cries Woman thy husband 's like to 've nothing sure With me to do Whilst he For me No heart can show But to condemn whom he acquits endure Pilates own Lady plaies the nursing mother Whilest Jews reject Builders refuse Fair Sions precious stone elect Which for the corner God will use ' Ware Pilate lest this croud thy conscience smother Pilate and I have two hard parts to play Pilate to please All those My foes Yet me release I to make Heav'n and earth good friends this day Time after time he questions and approves Mine innocence And tels the Jewes That clearly that 's all mine offence And doth the oyle of courtship use Which either more enflames or nothing moves Pilate hangs first 'twixt two bee'ng crucified Conscience and fear The Rout Without For blood appear By Pilates Privie Counsell 't is denied Will you saith Pilate I release your King Or Barrabas The Murderer The Man of Men the Monster was Yet Barrabas they all preferre Bloud upon bloud thus on themselves they bring Now O ye Heavens stand astonished And thou bright Sun Be gon Get on Thy mourning gown That when I bow mine thou may'st hide thinehead Let Gad'rens now for kind commended be Yet they preferd Their herd of swine But no Barabbas in that Herd But Oh! the hoggishness of mine Ev'n of mine only people unto me Why ev'n these Butcher's trade 's a mystery There is a skill That they This day Have learnt to fill Their hands with blood and that before I dye The murder and the murd'rer all 's their own Whilst they thus chuse And oh what wonder What fitter head for bloody Jewes Than this Barabbas to list under Whilst from their head they cast off me their crown My Christ there 's yet a sweeter mystery Innocent breath I see In thee Condemn'd to death That th' chief of sinners might escape thereby What shall I do then with your King saith he Him Crucifie Cries all the rout Oh let him let him let him dye As if they could not live without His blood no more can I Lord give it me Why but saith Pilate tell me what 's his crime Or take him you Away Say they Let him dye now To find his fault would ask too long a time Whilst all can tell me how none can tell why I should be kill'd Sirs is 't because I gave you good and righteous Laws Which you have broke and I fulfill'd Must I because I let you live now dye Or is it for some injuries of old In Egypt and In the Red Sea And desert Land Whereof your Fathers Fathers have you told Or is' t because I said I came from God To bring a new And great Salvation Greater then th' first to thee O Jew Proving my mission to my Nation By an all-conquering wonder-working Rod Is it because your dumbe can speak that I'm Cry'd out against ' Gainst me Are ye O Jews incenst Because of all my cures are they my crime Is it because your dead are rais'd that I Am grudg'd my breath Grudg'd what I give Am I therefore condemn'd to death Dos't therefore grieve you that I live Why I shall quicken the more when ere I dye Then Pilate puts me in the souldiers hands They plat a Crown Alas It was A thorny one Which he must weare who Heav'n and Earth commands Why I am Isra'ls King and him I found i th' Wilderness That howling waste Whose Musick these outcries express Whose only fruits are thorns I tast Cloath'd with their sins I 'm with their thorns too crown'd Thus I with sinners change 't is well for them Their thorney Crown So worn And born I make mine own Yielding for it an heavenly diadem Isra'l that so long brought me no sweet Cane Now puts me off With a poor weed For sacrifice they bring a scoff And for my scepter bring a reed Yet by me Princes rule and Kings do reign Then in Purple Robe they me invest But that same colour I wore Before Through stripes and dolour Both on my scourged back and tortur'd breast Then gath'ring round ev'n as they lift they flout me Haile King they cry And bow the knee But not their hearts Why truly I Ever had some that so serve mee Breathing disdain yet can't they breath without me They rend my flesh the temples of mine Head They smite with reeds But I Surely Shall quit their deeds By rending vaile and Temple when I 'm dead In strange disguise for so are Princes wont When as they pass Through strangers lands And such Judea is alas To me whilst I am in such hands Brought forth I am that Priests might me confront A ruthfull spectacle a man of grief Laden with woes With thorns With scorns Of bitter foes Will not the Priest and Levite yield relief Whither oh whither would I could I flie Shall I repair To th' Alters side Spight is there hottest There they are That first cri'd be he Crucified Away say they O let him let him die We have a Law the Sonne of Death he is Gods Sonne to be That makes Or takes Himself here 's he Sirs do not quote the Second Psalm for this Pilate an Heathen dreads my reverend name Which Jewes despise Enquires the more Whence I am whence my kingdome is Not of this world I h'd said before So he my dumbness I his deafness blame Of what he asks I did the truth impart And told him so But hee 'Gan flee The truth as though It were some Ghost or Mormo Truth what art With 's pow'r of life and death he then doth brave me Who hold the keyes Of David still To shut and open as I please To bind and loose all as I will For such Command'ment God my Father gave me Yet Pilates Conscience in his face still flies Now he projects How mee To free But all th' effects T' enflame their fury double their out-cries Yet in their anger so much wit they have As to compound Some thing to calme Poor Pilates Conscience why they 've found Some simples soveraign as balme Oh! 't was good satisfaction that they gave Thou art not Cesars friend if this man go Now take your Christ Fullfill Your will Do what you list With him Jewes so I

sentence and so do Thus he and I swim down one stream this day Yet the poore man Found want of water Call'd for a Basin and began To wash him from this bloody matter Which nothing can but what he gav● away Truly his washing clears not him but me He doth proclaim That I Now die A spotless Lamb Then wretch what Ocean can compurgate thee Pilate upon us and our children fling Thou this mans blood We Jewes thus wish Is this your so much long'd for food To you of all th' forbidden dish Pilate then cries ye Jewes behold your King We have no King but Cesar they reply Sirs you forget Whose hour Of power This is as yet Satan's your Cesar more then he or I. Satan not Cesar bad you plot my fall That Prince of Hell Philistia's King Plows with mine heifer Israel Thu● to mine end mine own me bring Yet Sampsons death 's Philistia's Funerall The Purple Robe then strip they from my back Which plainly shews It 's worn And born For sinners use That of my Righteousness they might partake Thus is the truth stript naked And agen My seamless coat They make me weare Unto mine execution-plot That by my sweet attonement there I might an Union weave 'twixt God and Men Thence to the place of Souls Lo I their Head The tree accurst Before It bore Me bear it first Till I by bearing it am almost dead Thus mine may learn in me what burthen he Must daily beare Taking his cross That in my waies will persevere Reck'ning death gain counting life loss Who stumbles at my cross can't follow me Now are my groanes new pickled in friends tears They 'd steale I spie This tree From mee By Sympathy Which by constraint Simon of Cyrene bears But weep not Daughters of Jerusalem For me at all But for your City Alas who can prevent thy fall Who shew'st thy builder no more pity If they do thus to th' green tree wo to them T●us under Pilates sentence and command O th' Roman state That all May fall On Romes proud Pate I th' place of Crucifixion lo I stand Rome thou' rt that Sodom Egypt Babylon Though Misticall Drunken with blood Of all my Martyrs mine withall Now mingling with thy ●ybers flood Rome's stored with crosses and now lends me one Not Jabbathah but Golgotha's the stage The Camp without Where I Must dye ' Mongst all the rout Tasting at once both Hells and Heavens Rage Why I am the great Sacrifice for sin And therefore must Without the gate Unto the Earth commend my dust Whilst my deare blood doth expiate From all transgressions that those are within Behold my dear Disciple my dear Mother Her I bequeath To thee To bee After my death Provided for as by her Son my Brother Now see your Brazen Serpent lift on high Upon the pole My bloody cross Bears fruit to quit what Adam stole Justice I find may n't go by th' loss Yet grace shall reign by righteousness hereby Oh! how I 'm stretcht and tortur'd on this tree Oh! how each vein And nerve Doth serve A sev'rall pain 'T was man grew loose and I must straitned bee Oh! how those hands I stretcht forth all the day To Israel Are stretcht again That as my Patience did excell So now I might exceed in pain Whilst sinners to mine heart find open way Oh! how my feet that nere took step awry Are pierced through Made fast In hast My cross unto Till the transgressours may find time to flie I am the doore they naile me to the tree And as is fit Over this gate A royall superscription's writ That in all tongues might preach my state Oh! all ye that pass by turn in by mee To th' cross I 'm hing'd in mine humanity That from the floor Ev'n each Might reach That living door Whose upper hinge clasps in with th'Deity Romans and Greeks and Hebrews come and look These open arms Shew th' open way How by mine you may case your harms And may become one fold this day I am the shepheard and my cross the crook I am the shepheard and my crook the cross Whereby I gather And keep My sheep And thine O Father I 'll suffer death ere thou shalt suffer loss Living my bread of life among my Jewes I ever brake For 't was their right Who whilst they spread these arms do make A feast for Gentiles through their spight That dying I might none that come refuse Come unto me all ye that laden be With sin and wrath Come ye To me O come in faith I 'll bear your burthens whilst my Cross bears me Mine hands are not so nail'd but that I can Ev'n with these nailes Still pick the lock Hung on your heel if your key failes But whilst I preach alas they mock If thou be th'Christ be thine own Jesus man Why Jewes remember what your high Priest taught How needfull 't was That I Should dye That th'cup might pass My people whilst I drink their bloody draught But oh Jerusalem canst laugh at mee And at my griefs As thou didst know My pressures to be thy reliefs Repent believe and be it so But laugh not at me who h've wept over thee And yet weep blood for this thy stupid state Father I pray Reprieve Forgive These foes for they Alas my God they do they know not what They curse I bless I pray whilst they revile Whilst Priests do scoff And sore disdain The Sacrifice that comes not off Th' Altar but suffers to be slain My bloud makes intercession all the while who 'd rase then raise the Temple this is he In three daies space Yet hee We see Can 't quit this place Where all the nailes that hold him are but three Yet mock not passenger wag not thine head In so much scorne When thou thinkst least When I this bitter death have borne To earnest I'● soon turn thy jest And raise this Temple ere 't be three daies dead Come down say some and so convince thy foes Which if I shou'd How sore A store Of wrath and blood Would come down too Sirs I beare of your blowes With the transgressours numbered am I On either side Truth bee'ng between Falshood and theft hang crucified Yet if Heav'ns Rolls these men had seen They'd found me in another Trinity But oh my grief not only mine own Nation But those that be Justly To dye First scoff at me Their partner not in crimes but condemnation Yet can I not forget my dear Compassions Though both reproach And flout at me My blood for sinners since I broach I will not suffer both to be At once partakers of two condemnations Th' one I call home though in th' eleventh hour And thereby shew How kind A mind I bear to you That turn though late to me your Saviour But oh his rare Conversion oh how he Justifies God! Rebukes his mate Open his sin kisseth his rod Takes me for Lord beseeching that In my Salvation he might sharer