And pray that in King Charles thou doe restore him Restore him in such vertues and such grace Elisha-like in good Eliah's place With double portion of thy holy Spirit Confirming Faith conferring grace to vnite His whole affection both of soule and heart Rightly to thee so that they never part Make the good motions of thy Spirite him guide Supreame Essence who can not bee divide Thy wings bee his protection grace and power In the assalt of all temptations houre And if his sinnes which God forbid become Notorious blacke or thicke or darke or dimme Or like such clowdes as doth the Sunne obscure Dissolve them Lord and let not them endure King of all Kings so make thy mercies shine In through and by Christ that he knowe hee is thine So that hee doe repent returne amend In wisedome love faith zeale till life shall end New gifts new graces daylie to him grant In such aboundance so that hee nought want Incresse in him what 's good and take away All sinne which may his soule seduce or slay Most mighty Lord from throne of mercies grace Exempt him not so that thou hyde thy Face Stand by him Lord and save him from such errour Of mind as may procure his conscience terrour From damn'd defection and from all disgrace Good Lord deliver Charles in each case Remember not his sinnes but pardon give Exalt him by thy grace and him relieve From danger of all foes ' gainst him repine Who would him trap in traines which they propine Bee his defence against all stormes and charmes Remember Lord to keepe him in thine armes From all assalts bee thou his strong refuge Save him from all temptations and from grudge Grant Lord he cause amend what is amisse In all his Kingdomes so that thou doe blesse Both him and them and all to him belong Maintaine vs and avenge vs of foes wrong Except they doe repent amend returne And so leave off to make thy Saints to mourne The royall reigne of Charles wee recommend To thee O Lord of Hostes O Lord defend In right Religion his royall Realmes all His subject Princes Nobles great and small His forraine Friends and favorits reward And vnto all pertaine him bee a guard His generous Gentles blesse thou whosoever His loyall subjects that they not swerve nor sever Prevent him and all his from Heaven above With saving grace with mercie peace and love In all temptations houre must come to try Thy Saints on Earth who doe on thee rely O let not foes prevaile gainst thee nor Atheists Nor none of their owne merite-vaunting Papists Robbing the Lord of Love and life his glorie With Soule-ficke-fairded fictions making sorie Praying and causing others for to pray In tongues vnknowne not knowing what they say Suffer not foes sinne Satan so t'assalt That thine from thee or slide or fall or halt From feare or force of forraine foes or plots Preserve King Charles and his from all their shots And from their craftie carriage which is knowne Now to bee like to bladders which are blowne Conspyring ' gainst our King and Countries good Exulting when by errours they illude Abusing sacred Name calde Iesuites Who rather ought to bee calde Gibeonites Deluding men with worse than rotten bread In stead of such as Soules and bodies feed Respecting the proud Pope and his curst traine More than Christs glorie which they doe restraine Whilst craftelie they derogate from Christ And arrogate vnto their perverse Priest Distich King Charles takes vp what did King Iames lay downe Three Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne On King Iames the defunct dead to sinne and living for ever to righteousnesse On the liuing King Charles dying to sinne living and to live for ever to righteousnesse On the perverse Pope living to sinne dying and to dye for ever to righteousnesse except he repent and convert to the Trueth Francis Hamiltoun his first Essay Feb. 7. 1626. â‚ A Poeticall Ecphrase and Paraphrase on the 13 verse of the 14 chapter of S. Iohns Revelation SAying to me from Heaven a voice hear I Write Blest are they which in the Lord doe die From hence foorth yea the Sprit sayes for they rest Them from their labours and their workes whilst blest Doe follow them * even their reward is such According to their workes litle or much Not for their workes for they doe much debord From the commands and will of Christ our Lord Although good workes from his good Sprit proceed And as from him are perfect workes indeed Yet in all mortall men by sinfull nature Are more or lesse infect'd with sinnes foule feature And as in sinfull man they cannot merite That man the ioyes of Heaven for aye inherite Through faith in Christ our Saviour God and Man Heavens ioyes we gaine which Christ vnto vs wan Yet must we have good workes as fruit which show The goodnesse of the tree whereon they grow Least wee bee lyke to fruitlesse trees which cut Are cast in fyre For to each tree its roote The axe is layd and if they bring not foorth Good fruit they are cut downe as nothing woorth But to be cast in hell amongst the Divels The Authors and suggesters of our evils The triumph of every true Christian defunct O death where is thy sting O grave where is thy victorie now shaw O all your strength through sinne was in Gods Law Which Christ fulfil'd My King Through faith which Christ inspired by his Sprit I now with him doe rest And shall aye praise my God and Saviour sweet No more with sinne opprest Song to the comfort of every true Christian BLyth may he be though his death doe arrest him Hath his sinnes dash'd out of the bookes of accounting Blyth may he be though his friends haue opprest him Finds by true faith true spirituall ioyes surmounting Earthly things though prompt in pomp like to flowres are fading When the Arch-Angell soundeth his Trumpe no time for dissuading Death when past brings at last either ioy or sorrow Then respect doth neglect one moment to morrow Time then is gone and no more can returne Time can no more as then deiect nor advaunce thee Heaven or in Hell man must dwell ioy or mourne Even as a tree cut downe to dye shall thy death inhaunce thee Chaunce and Fortune haue no place God for all provideth Sinfull life or mercies grace makes what man betideth Life or death after breath from which is no returning God doth guide and provide mirth for those are mourning If thou to day heare his voyce who doth says Better now thou weepe for sinne nor to laugh for pleasure Banish therefore away all shifts of delay Turne repent thee with teares to be kept in his treasure Mind'st thou to haue knock seeke and craue for the time is sliding Knock he wil open seek thou shalt find aske whiles thy Lord is biding He will grant thou nought want who so deare hath bought thee He will redresse thy distresse who
KING IAMES his Encomium OR A Poeme in memorie and commendation of the High and mightie Monarch IAMES King of great Britaine France and Ireland c. our late Soveraigne who deceased at Theobalds vpon Sunday the 27. of March 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun of Silvertown-hill Rev. Chap. 14. verse 13. Then I heard a voice from Heaven saying vnto mee Write Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence-foorth Yea sayeth the Spirit that they may rest from their labours and their works doe follow them EDINBVRGH Printed by Iohn Wreittoun 1626. TO THE CHRISTIAN READER SON VVHether thy chance or choise makes thee to looke Right reverend Reader on this Poeme penn'd Accept my first essay this litle booke Despise it not nor spare it to amend So shall thou thanks receive and gaine a friend And for thy paines have praise the just reward Of such as vertue favour and befriend The just and good intent Nor misregard One litle Talent being rightly vsed To vertues praise which shall not bring disgrace To the possessour Talents ten abused Makes the abuser loose them and his place One litle Talent with right vse I crave Rather then Talents ten hid vp to have SEVEN CROWNE SON â— THE Heathen Poets wh◠〈…〉 Blinded with bastard 〈…〉 Sung praise in Poems in th◠〈…〉 To such as they alledg'd ma◠〈…〉 Against their foes in field o◠〈…〉 Prosperitie and peace falsly 〈…〉 To Idols vaine and Fortun◠〈…〉 Welfare and honour and th◠〈…〉 As honey Bees let Christia◠〈…〉 The wholesome honey from 〈…〉 Nor wasp-like sucke poyson the◠〈…〉 Benumde with sloath learne their 〈…〉 or Creeds One God wee must adore in persoâ—â—ree Distinguish'd who divided cannot bee SON 2. ONE God wee must adore in persons three Distinguish'd who can never bee divid'd And only he through Christ ador'd must bee Who Heaven and Earth and all therein doth guide Litle availes his gifts where wants his grace His saving grace in Christ our Soules delyte And that 's our ioy that wee shall see his face When hee shall all his foes with Scepter smyte They shall all prove as potters shards when hee Shall with his Word the sword of iustice kill And with his powers rodde shall crushed bee And fry'd in fierie flames for ever still VVho would enjoy Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst sinne and Satan and must never yeeld SON 3. WHo would enjoye Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst Sinne and Satan till their life shall end It s horrible Apostasie to yeeld Great glorie through Christ Iesus to contend Against his foes the foes of our Salvation And persecuting Dragon who was cast From out of Heaven as Iohn by revelation Made knowne to Christians many yeeres since past And beaten backe by Gods most mightie word In Wildernesse Church pinnacle and mountaine Where Christ with his transscindent two edgd sword Beate Satan backe of all our sinnes the fountaine And in the end for ever did confute him And by his death triumphantly refute him SON 4. CHrist in the end for ever did confute him By his owne death and did in triumph rise Ascending to the Heaven with Saints about him For to prepare a place for his and prise Avoyde thou subtle Satan since o'recome But doest thou still assault vntill the end Although thou knowest that Christ defrayed the summe Of Gods Decalogue and doth his Saints defend Which though hee knowes yet strives hee to molest Christs litle ones the apple of his eye And still doth tempt illude delude suggest Sinne vpon sinne yet would seeme friend to bee Behold our Captane Christ shall him confound So much the more in paines of Hell profound SON 5. BEhold our Captaine Christ shall him confound So much the more as he himself advanceth Gainst him and His for at the trumpets sound Whilst Christ in Heaven his holy Saints inhaunceth Hee shall repaye his spightfull plotted treason To the least farthing and the wicked shall Whom hee seduced hath against all reason Grye hilles and mountaines come vpon vs fall Then with that measure which the damn'd hath mette To Christs deare Saints they shall receive the dowble Then shall Hells pitt bee shut and Hells darke nette Shall hold for ay such as Christs Saints did trouble Then yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan and the Damned nation SON 6. THen yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan in full strength and measure And on the falling Angells and that Nation Of damned Div'lish reprobates whose treasure Shall bee the fire of Hell which goeth not out And gnawing worme of Conscience never dying Of Gods great wrath the mightie thunder-bolt Shall pierce them through and through from which no flying Go howle and weepe the day doth now approach Wherein the coales of fire which you did heape On your owne heads these sinnes which you did broach Shall make you gnash your teeth lament and weepe Then shall they say are those Christs holy Saintes Whom wee so oft haue vexed with our vaunts SON 7. THen shall they say are those Christs saved Saints Whom we esteem'd the off scowrings of Earth ' Gainst whom so oft wee gloried of our tants Esteeming them not worthy mortall breath Take pittie on your selves yee wicked men And strive yet if yee can to enter in In the right way to Heaven least yee as then Debarred bee for your omissions sinne Let elect Saints in trembling love and feare In faith and true repentance watch and pray Praise God in zeale in wisedome persevere Vntill the end attending on that Day That Day wherein God shall make even our ods And Heathen Poets damne with fained Gods THE EPISTLE DEDICATORIE To all true Christians to my Countrey of Great Britaine my native Soyle of Scotland and to that famous and woorthie Towne of EDINBVRGH And especially to the two magnanimous and worthie Lords IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c. And GEORGE Lord Chancelour of SCOTLAND MAgnanimous Lords with duetifull respects This Pilgrims Poëme FRANCK to you directs Wishing your Lordships daigne to patronize it What FRANCK affoords let favour infranchize it My loyall love though I bee much destressed From praising Vertue should not bee suppressed And how much more in Kings its eminent So much the more to praise it should bee bent Each generous genius Since conjectures past True tacticke practicke teacheth vs at last That IAMES the Iust hath both begunne and ended In mercie peace and grace now much commended And since so oft installed on a Throne His happie Head was honoured with a Crowne Till that nor Crownes nor Kingdomes to him given Could keepe his Soule on Earth now crownd in Heaven Who having left of his owne royall race A royall loyall Prince to fill his place And having him in Christian Schooles vptrained Till hee true vertue and Religion gained So that in tender age hee did surmount All Christian Princes in the best account In Peace and true Religion hath layd downe Three
shield of Faith in Christ fred his default And quench'd those fierie darts with sacred blood Which Christ for Iames had shed vpon the Rood His counting booke of Conscience did occurre For to controule his Faith and barre the doore Or gates of Heauen for his sinfull transgression But hee by true repentance and confession Through faith in Christ to God by 's mercies looke Had all his sinnes scrapt out of Conscience booke Vpon his head the helmet of Salvation Vpon his breast to save him from damnation The breastplate of true righteousnesse through faith In Christ his Saviour who him sav'de from wrath And did the joyes of Heaven for him procure Giving him Faiths true shield to make him sure His loynes hee girt with Trueth his feete hee shod With Peace-preparing Gospell of our God Watching and praying in his Spirit assuring His Soule by perseverance and enduring Till his last breath Who thus and thus could say Death can dissolve this Mansion house of clay But gainst my Faith my love my hope my zeale To kill my Soule there can no death prevaile I know my sinnes are great and that they might Iustlie bring on an everlasting Night Vpon my Soule but my Redeemer liveth My God my Lord who all my sinnes forgiveth And mee releives from all such hellish paine As would my Soule and bodie aye haue slaine Christ was my comfort now is and shall bee My All in All in his Aeternitie My faith is firme and in Religion right My hope in him through his owne mercies might Who hath directed and protected mee In the right way of true fidelitie So calling for the blessed Bread and Wine Externall signes of mysteries divine The Sacramentall seales of his Salvation And tokens given of true justification Making true mention of our Saviours death And how hee hath his Saints redeemde from wrath Hee them receives vpon the selfe-same day Wherein hee first did Englands Scepter sway The third day after that hee had received The Sacrament which hee sincerely craved The twentie sixt of March beeing Saturday Yet the Iewes Sabbath who did Christ betray A day for rest ordaind at the Creation That therein God should haue by everie Nation Adored beene according to the rites Contained in the ancient holie writes And kept till Christ did from the dead arise To gaine to all his Saints heavens glorious Prise Which day the Iewes while as from Christ they swerve Doe keepe as holy for they so deserve For crucifying of the Lord of glorie Renouncing Iesus Christ and 's sacred storie Of saving grace who doth Salvation giue To all baptised who in him belieue The noon-tide of this Iewish Sabbath past About two houres King Iames lost speech at last After that hee his Princely sonne resolued And often kiss'd longing to be dissolved And though approching Death did him assaile So that his speech had now begun to faile Yet whilst they read or pray as Christ commands He lifting up his eyes his armes his hands Gaue cleare consent and what hee could not speake His sighing Soule did from Christ Iesus seeke The twenty sixt of March Saturday gone The Iewish Sabbath chang'd for this reason Our Saviour rose having made satisfaction To God his justice for all sinfull action Of all his Elect in thought vvord and deed And for all sinne originall did proceed From our preceeding parents whosoever From Adam Eue and from them all together Triumphing over Satan Sinne Death Hell That hee and his in heaven might ever dwell On the first day as then was of the weeke Before that Mary Magdalen did seeke The Tombe of Christ wherein hee was interred Calling him for the Gardner having erred Which day all Christians doe our Lords day call Religiously observing it withall Sinceritie mov'd by the good example Of the Apostles preaching in the temple And by the warrant of Gods word in writ Saint Iohn being ravish'd in his spirit on it Heard a great voyce as of a trumpet sound Which Alpha and Omega did resound Commanding him to write within a booke What he did see that they thereon might looke And send it to the Churches seven which were In Asia Ephesse Smyrne Pergame Thyatire To Sardis Philadelphia Laodicea Where now the Turke reignes cruelties Idea Even on that day Christ Iesus did arise From death to gaine heavens glory for a prise To him and all his Elect through his merit On that Lords day King IAMES did heaven inherit The Holy One in persons three distinguish'd One God and indivisible extinguish'd His mortall life and life immortall gaue him And did in new Ierusalem receiue him The three times nint or nine times third of March The twenty seventh King Iames his soule did marche Amongst those Angels and those Saints of God Which haue with our Redeemer their abode The thousand yeare six hundred twenty fiue Since our sole Saviour tooke on mortall life Immortall life prevailing over breath Made him triumph over sinne shame hell and death O is hee gone and shall we not bedew His Tombe with teares did peace and loue renew So oft Shall he for such rare vertues sake As rang in him which many Christians lacke Forgotten be No till this world shall end Our pennes and poems shall King Iames commend And were it not that heavens did so decree Our prayers yet had stayd Deaths destinie But that his maker would such Soule embrace As lov'd and long'd to see his Sauiours face To render thankes and euerlasting praise Alwayes to him who did through Christ him raise Vnto such Glory as he shall adore And never cease to praise the Lord therefore We waile not KING IAMES Nor need we him lament Whose Soule in Heauen before his oyle was spent Whose Lampe gaue Light and Lanterne like did lead By his example rightly to proceed Both Kings and Kaesars Monarches of the Earth Princes and Peares as well in life as death We waile not KING IAMES who for the heauenly Ioyes Hath left to dally with all earthly Toyes We wail not KING IAMES whose Ioye surmounteth more Now in one houre then all his dayes before We wail not KING IAMES Great Britains Iewell faire Thrise Crowned King ' mongst Kings a Phoenix rare We wail not KING IAMES who rendered to his race Three Kingdomes Crownes t' enjoy in heauen his place We wail not KING IAMES whose potent pen refuted The Foes of Christ and hath them much rebuted We wail not KING IAMES who writ those thornie cares Which Crownes and Scepters in their compasse beares We wail not KING IAMES who Mysteries vnfolded Which Iohn in Pathmos I le in trance beholded We wail not KING IAMES whose Daemoniacke storie Discovered many vices and vaine Glorie We wail not KING IAMES nor need we to deplore one Who did afford such a Basilike Doron Wee waile not KING IAMES who learn'dly did rehearse King Davids Psalmes in his owne royall verse We wail not KING IAMES whose Name whose Fame whose worth Is more and more by
learned men set foorth Ev'n Vorstius and the Cardinalls record King IAMES a Learned and Religious Lord. Wee waile our want of such a worthie King Yet more wee joye since hee in Heaven doth reigne Whose Corps though now interred in the dust Shall rise with Iacobs and with Iobs the just Nor neede wee curse such mountaines as Gilboah Nor waile such waters as our Father Noah Nor neede wee waile private or publicke crime Wrought in our native Soyle at any time Nor valleyes vaunting monstruous-marching might Of forraine foes or homebred houshold spight Nor thundring Cannons nor the Trumpets sound Nor Turkish spyte which else where doth abound Nor Papists plots with Powder-plotted treason Prepared ' gainst him and his against all reason Nor Spanish-Papist policies disguised Deliberat and long before advised Which masked with the shew of friendly love Like craftie Serpent cunninglie to move And so to lurke amidst brave Britaines bowres Crossing our Gardens tripping in our Towres Into our pleasant Palaces approching And on our lives Lands Liberties enchroching Accusing and accrochjng and seducing Our Nobles and our commountie abusing With Gundomerian-Gunnes to make vs gâ—ne And lose our lives before wee see our want Our God and Saviour did such things prevent And to such Parent of our peace hath sent In peace a Messenger to take Iames breath His Generall-muster-master mortall Death Bounding Deaths limits that hee no more could But bring to dust of dust his earthly mould Maugre the Hells no second Death nor terrour Durst sease on him nor no affrighting horrour Durst so attempt his breast as for to Iudge In his heroicke Heart one faithlesse grudge Firme was his Faith and franck his forttiude Through and in Christ who for him shed his blood For Adams and for Eva's curious lust By Gods decree dust must returne to dust First Adam through his fall damnation brought Christ second Adam our Salvation wrought Spoyler of Death more than Methusalem No Babell Builder but Ierusalem Ierusalem the New prepar'd of God Where Saints amongst his Angells haue abode Through Iesus Christ By whom Iames justified Heere a crown'd King hence a King glorified Whilst heere hee range hee justice did affect Truth Love and Peace hee much more did respect Religion right and reason Chastitie Than any King on Earth with clemencie Nor Glorie vaine nor greed nor golde nor gaine Gould make him from the hope of heaven refraine Nor trust in treasure which Earth could afford For why his trust was in the living Lord. King Iames thy blames are buried and forgot Thy Faith Fame Name claime Crowne without a spot Now blessed Iacob rest in Heaven and sing The everlasting praise of Christ thy King The King of Kings thy God the Lord of Hostes Was is and shall bee to whom the Worlds coastes Subjected are Didst thou the Scriptures quote To praise thy God didst thou thy pen devote Loe many pens of vertuous men expresse Thy worthie parts thy praise for to incresse Wast thou of modest mind of bodie chaste Religious learn'd thou joy'st the interest Thy Clemencie thy bountie and thy Love And such true vertues sent thee from above Returne to thee much more aboundantly Good Name good Fame since vertue can not dye Thy pleasant Poems learned and profound Shall till the World have end thy worth resounds And counter-check such ignorant prophaine As Cuckooe-glorious mocke the inspyred vaine Of Christian Poets who in sacred verse The praise of Christ and of his Church rehearse Those learned workes which from thee did proceede Such ignorants vaineglorie shall deride As jeast at learning and esteeme it folly To bee train'd vp in Christian Schooles most holy And shall move others also to deplore This vitious Age And praise God evermore Who as hee gave the Kingdomes Scepters Crownes So gave hee wisdome which thee now renownes Those earthly things too litle for thy minde Hee gave then tooke when hee had thee refinde And in exchange a Crowne of glorie gave thee And did in Heaven for evermore receive thee That thou to him mightst sing that sacred Song Which doth Gods Angells and Christs Saints belong Right faithfull Stewart Kings may learne by thee To serve their God while as they Stewarts bee Heere of alitle with the Virgins wise Attending on their Master and their prise With burning Lamps till that they heare the call Of their Bride-groome and with him enter all In Heaven that they may Crownes receive makes sure In joye and glorie ever to endure O Potent Patron of all vertues true Who didst for thine Sinne Hell and Death subdue Lord Iesus Christ God-Man my Saviour sweet Inspire mee with the wisedome of thy Spirit That I with Faith and zeale may thinke speake write With wisedome worke and with discretion dite Thy praise and glorie for thy gifts so good Which thou to thine hast giv'n through thine owne Blood And for since it hath pleased thee to call King Iames to Heaven thou Charles makest to all True Christian subjects a true Patron bee A Father and a friend to pietie To vertues valour and to right and reason A friend to peace of conscience foe to treason Committed against Christ and 's sacred Saints By men which of their sinnes and vices vaunts O wee vnwoorthie justly did deserve That thou hadst sent a King to make vs swerve From true Religion but thou didst prevent Our miscrie with mercie and hast sent A Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Prince Magnanimous and mightie for defence Of all true Christians Whom good God decore With wisedome that in zeale he thee adore In Loue Faith Feare Obedience to thy will Aye more and more till he thy will fulfill Wee did deserve and did by sinne procure That thou shouldst not haue suffred to endure That Royall race of faithfull Stewarts line For that wee did so oft ' gainst thee repine If for our sinnes thou hadst cut with the stocke The seede and siplings and madest vs a mocke To all the World Yet wee much more deserved Who by our sinfull lusts so oft haue swerved From the obedience of thy Law and will Our fleshly sinfull pleasures to fulfill And but thy mercie is so eminent All perills of thy people to prevent Wee had beene made a prey to everie Nation For our contempt and for our provocation For our contempt of thy most sacred Word Provoking thee to wrath long-suffering Lord. Infinite thou not willing to contend ' Gainst flesh infirme didst grace and mercie send Through Iesus Christ in whom wee are well eased Through whom with vs thou canst not bee displeased Aeternall trueth who gavest to Iames to bee Royall on Earth Religious towards thee Extend thy blessings vnto his succession Doe not repell our earnest intercession O Lord our God That so wee may sing praise Aye more and more to thee who did him raise Now neede we pray no more for Iames since gone Exempt from prayer and exempt from mone Direct our hearts therefore to praise thee for him
so much hath sought thee Goe then and count though thy sinnes doe amount The sand of the sea like red crimfie thou repenting Thy faith shall surmount or them thou recount If thy abode bee with God who likes not thy tormenting Whiter then the whitest snow he shall make thy being Who obedience to his law craues but not thy dying As he liveth so he sweareth he hath no delight in Sinners death if from wrath they returne or smiten Loe as a Hen calls her Birds to defend He calling cries more then twice or thrice for repentance Harden not thy heart least he depart in end And sometime thou heare in thine eare this fearefull sentence Goe yee cursed into hell where damned Divels are dying And from heaven he you repell for your sinnes and lying Kisse his sonne our Saviour sweet Brace him by returning Rest at your redeemers feet till he end your mourning What though a day or a month or a yeare Crosse thy desires with imagin'd discontentings Can not the change of an houre from all feare Crowne thy delights with ten thousand true contentings Worldly honour beautie wealth like vnto flowres are fading Painted pleasures posting pelfe from true ioyes disswading But when grace guides there place then in seemly sorting Loue faith truth zeale and ruth makes them all comforting What if at morne at noone-tide or evening Thy God shall recall thee art thou not content than Time to regard when he is befreanding Think not that hee 'l saue thee without thy consent man Turne he from thee looke for wrath for he is all-seeing No repentance after death but aye life or dying Heav'n or in Hell man must dwell thence is no returning Glore or griefe without reliefe alwayes ioy or mourning Make thy abode in this world with thy God By faith feare loue zeale prayer praise and repenting Thy sinnes which blinds thy soule with such loade As seeme gainst heav'n with the Divels or their evils indenting Wouldst thou ring with thy King in heav'n at his appearance Heere thou must fight as a Christian knight by faith perseverance Triumphs ioyes fred from noyes there we will finde aye byding Crownes of glore evermore which are never slyding Then new heaven and new earth when gone's all breath Create shall be by infinitie both former not remembred In the towne of renowne where is no death Saints shall dwell fred from hell and be no more dismembred Saint Iohn saw that towne out of heaven coming downe new Ierusalem From God prepared in this compared to Methusalem The spoyler of death where is no wrath as a bride for her husband Full of glory and ioy Loue freeing from noy many thousand There Saints shall remaine where is nothing filthy The Citie pure gold like glasse free from mould transparant The foundation of the walles of the Citie Were garnish'd with all sorts of precious stones apparant 1 Iasper 2 Saphyr 3 Chalcedone 4 Emeraude 5 Sardonixe 6 Sardius one 7 Chrysolite 8 Beril 9 Topas one 10 Chrysophras 11 Iacinth 12 Amethist stone Twelue gates twelue pearles each gate of one pearle was apparant And the streets of the Citie pure gold as glasse transparant God and the Lambe are the Temple therein There no need of the Sunne nor shining moone where Tri-unitie For the glorie of God did it lighten And the Lambe is the light thereof most bright Infinitie And the people sav'd shall there be receav'd shall walk in its light the kings of the earth shal bring after death to it their glory might the gates of it shal by day not be shut for there shal be no night there And the honor glore of the gentils evermore vnto it shal be brought there There shall enter in it nothing vncleane Nor that doth work lies falshood to lurke or abhomination But onely those who are written and seene In the Lambs book of life where is no strife there rests al contentation In him who belieue was dead and doth liue for aye in his purchesse Who hath an eare let him heare what the spirit sayth vnto the Churchs To him that overcommeth To him will I giue for ever to liue and with me to haue abode And to eate of the tree of life we shal see in the midst of the paradice of God Exhortation to all true Christians for the praising of our Saviour KIng CHARLES our King come now and sing Exult for ioy before thy King The King of Kings thy God and Lord And let thy soule and heart accord To magnifie and to extoll Thy King who doth his foes controll Mine heart reioyceth whiles I heare How Christian like thou doest thee beare Obedience offering to Christs will By life and conversation still The sacrifice of Thankesgiving With prayers offring to thy King Through Iesus Christ thy Saviour sweete Who thee protecteth with his Sprite When God King David had advaunced Before Gods Arke good David daunced With all his might for he reiosed In God in whom he still reposed Great Britaine with the Ocean sea Inviron'd come now and with me Sing praise and glore to Christ our Lord Who grace peace mercie doth affoord Come learned and come Laickes all Come Nobles Gentles great and small Come rich come poore come every creature Conformed in true Christian feature Now let vs sing in songs the praise Of God who Charles our King doth raise And doth devouring pests repell Captiving Satan Sinne Death Hell The World and whatsoe're gaine-stood His glorie through his precious blood Who by the power of his Sprite Doth his owne Saints to him vnite Come Scotland and exult for ioy Praise Christ who doth prevent thy noy And Charles thy Soveraigne Lord hath sent Apparent perils to prevent Come Edinburgh renown'd for worth The towne wherein I had my birth Thou Citie situate on a mountaine Wherein doth flow the liuely fountaine Of Christs Evangell for whom Christ Is Sacrifice and King and Priest Come come all Christians true resound The praise and glorie so profound Of God our Lord of Christ our King Who moff triumphantly doth raigne Let men and Angels all agree To praise his glorious Maiestie Extoll the name of Christ our Lord And from his will doe not debord O Christians true O Saints of God Whiles heere on earth you haue abode Suffer for Christ and for his sake If need require all things forsake Which doth to mortall life pertaine For he doth all in all containe Who every moment doth thee view For loue of Christ O Christian true If need require if iust occasion Affoord thy liues sincere oblation O Christian rather then thou slide From Iesus Christ who from his side His royall precious blood made fall To saue the faithfull great or small Who doe beleeue in him through grace Sent by his Sprit for to deface Satan sinne shame the world death hell That such with him may alwayes dwell Forsake thy father and thy mother Forsake thy sister and thy brother Forsake thy children health wealth wife Thy credite and thy mortall life Or whatsoever's to thee deere Loe he shall recompence thee heere And hence give million millions more Which he in heav'n hath layd in store For thee true Christian and for thine An Oceant of true ioyes propine Surpassing thought of mortall man For let man thinke all that he can And speeke and write it to define Man in this life can not attaine Vnto the thousand millions part Which he shall haue in soule and heart When the Arch-Angell shall with sound Of Trumpet raise the dead from ground And Christ with his eternall sentence Shall doome pronounce when as repentance Shall after that no time receaue Though damn'd could giue what Christ did craue Then after that there 's be no time For time shall then run out of time As doth that Angell testifie To Iohn whom Iohn in traunce did see Which sware by him who life vs giveth For ever and for ever liveth Who Heav'n earth sea and all therein Created Who subdued sinne Through Iesus Christ and his great store Of grace That time shall be no more Come all true Christians now whiles time Doth pardon to your sinnes proclaime Returne againe to Christ our Lord And from his will no more debord Come come and ioyfully resound The praise of Christ who doth abound In loue in mercie peace and grace And shall make vs to see his face In ioy and glory who contend ' Gainst sinne and Satan till hee end This mortall life and to vs giue For evermore with him to liue Michael the Dragon cast from Heav'n And Babels whoore shall al 's bee driven And dashed strongly downe to dust The Antichrist whom God hath curst O she is fallen in Gods sight And daily falling through his might The glorie of her pompe and pride Must yeeld to Christ and to his Bride Gods Israel O Christians true Come shoute for ioy and still renue A battery to proud Babels wall Till that presumptuous Harlot fall Would God mine eyes might see her dash'd And dung to dust who long hath fash'd The Bride of Christ O Lord of might Grant we may shortly see that sight O mightie Lord delay not long Behold thy little ones in throng And front of battell fighting still Attending thy command and will How long how long remember Lord Thy Saints with whom we doe accord Vnder thy throne who call and cry How long how long doest thou delay For to avenge vs of our wrongs But thou Lord know'st what best belongs Vnto thy glorie which fulfill According to thine holy will Rev. 1.10.11 Rev. 10.5.6