sorrowes of hell have compassed me round about and the snares of death have besieged me For on which side soever they looke or turne their eyes they doe continually behold occasions of sorrow and griefe and none at all of any ease or comfort The wise Virgins saith the Evangelist that stood ready prepared at the gate of the Bridegroome entred in and the gate was forthwith locked fast O locking everlasting O enclosure immortall O gate of all goodnesse which shal never any more be opened againe As if he had said more plainely the gate of pardon of mercy of comfort of grace of intercession of hope and of all other goodnesse is shut up for ever and ever Six daies and no more was Manna to be gathered but the seventh day which was the Sabbath day was there none to bee found and therefore shall he fast for ever that hath not in due time made his provision aforehand The sluggard saith the Wise man will not till his ground for feare of cold and therefore shall he beg his bread in summer and no man shall give him to eat And in another place he saith He that gathereth in summer is a wise sonne but hee that giveth himselfe to sleeping at that season is the sonne of confusion For what confusion can be greater then that which that miserable covetous rich man suffereth who with a few crums of bread that fell from his table might have purchased to himselfe abundance of everlasting felicity and glory in the kingdome of Heaven But because he would not give so small a thing he came to such an extreame necessity that he begged yea and shall for ever beg in vaine onely one drop of water and shall never obtaine it Who is not moved with that request of that unfortunate damned person who cried O father Abraham have compassion on me and send downe Lazarus unto me that hee may dip the tip of his finger in water and touch my tongue for these horrible flames doe torment me exceedingly What smaller request could there be desired than this He durst not request so much as one cup of water neither that Lazarus should put his whole hand into the water nor yet which is more to be wondered at did he request so much as the whole finger but onely the tip of it that it might but touch his tongue and yet even this alone would not be granted unto him Whereby thou maiest perceive how fast the gate of all consolation is shut up and how universall that interdict and excommunication is that is there laid upon the damned sith this rich Glutton could not obtaine so much as this small request So that wheresoever the damned persons doe turne their eyes and on which side soever they stretch their hands they shall not finde any manner of comfort be it never so small And as he that is in the Sea choaked and almost drowned under the water not finding any stay whereupon to set his foot stretcheth forth his hands oftentimes on every side in vaine because all that he graspeth after is thin and liquid water which deceives him even so shall it fare with the damned persons when they shall be drowned in that deepe Sea of so many miseries where they shall strive and struggle alwaies with death without finding any succour or place of stay whereupon they may rest themselves Now this is one of the greatest paines wherewith they be tormented in that cursed place for if these torments should have their continuance limited but for a certaine time though it were for a thousand yea a hundred thousand millions of yeares yet even this would be some little comfort unto them for nothing is perfectly great in case it have an end But alas they have not so much as this poore and miserable comfort but contrariwise their paines are equall in continuance with the eternity of Almighty God and the lasting of their misery with the eternity of Gods glory As long as Almighty God shall live so long shall they die and when Almighty God shall cease to be God then shall they also cease to be as they are O deadly life O immortall death I know not whether I may truely tearme thee either life or death for if thou be life why dost thou kill And if thou be death why doest thou endure Wherefore I will call thee neither the one nor the other for so much as in both of them there is contained something that is good as in life there is rest and in death there is an end which is a great comfort to the afflicted but thou hast neither rest nor end What art thou then Marry thou art the worst of life and the worst of death for of death thou hast the torment without any end and of life thou hast the continuance without any rest O bitter composition O unsavory purgation of our Lords cup of the which all the sinners of the earth shall drinke their part Now in this continuance in this eternity I would wish that thou my deare Christian brother wouldst fixe the eyes of thy consideration a little while and that as the cleane beast cheweth the cud even so thou wouldest weigh this point within thy selfe with great deliberation And to the intent thou maiest doe it the better consider a little the paines that a sicke man abideth in one evill night especially if he be vexed with any vehement griefe or sharpe disease Marke how oft he tumbleth and tosseth in his bed what disquietnesse he hath how long and tedious one night seemeth unto him how duely he counteth all the houres of the clocke and how long hee deemeth each houre of them to be how he passeth the time in wishing for the dawning of the day which notwithstanding is like to helpe him little towards the curing of his disease If this then be accounted so great a torment what torment shall that be thinke you in that everlasting night in hell which hath no morning nor so much as any hope of any dawning of the day O darknesse most obscure O night everlasting O night accursed even by the mouth of Almighty God and all his Saints That one shall wish for light and shall never see it neither shall the brightnesse of the morning arise any more Consider then what a kinde of torment shall that bee to live everlastingly in such a night as this is lying not in a soft bed as the sicke man doth but in a hot burning furnace foming out such terrible raging flames What shoulders shall be able to abide those horrible heats If it seeme to us as a thing intollerable to have onely some part of our feet standing upon a pan of burning coales for the space of repeating the Lords prayer What shall it be thinke you to stand body and soule burning in the midst of those everlasting hot raging fires in hell in comparison of which the fires of this world are but painted fires Is there any wit or judgement in this
lingering of thy repaire unto him for thou shalt finde the suddennesse of his wrath and revenge not slacke to destroy sinners For which cause let no man sojourne long in sinfull security or post over his repentance untill feare enforce him to it but let us frame our premises as we would finde our conclusion endeavouring to live as we are desirous to die let us not offer the maine crop to the Divell and set God to gleane the reproofe of his harvest let us not gorge the Divell with our fairest fruits and turne God to the filthy scraps of his leavings but let us truly dedicate both soule and body to his service whose right they are and whose service they owe that so in the evening of our life we may retire to a Christian rest closing up the day of our life with a cleare sunne-set that leaving all darknesse behind us we may carry in our consciences the light of grace and so escaping the horrour of an eternall night passe from a mortall day to an everlasting morrow Thine in Christ Jesus Samuell Rowland STrike saile poore soule in sins tempestuous tide That runst to ruine and eternall wracke Thy course from heaven is exceeding wide Hels gulfe thou ent'rest if grace guide not backe Satan is Pilot in this navigation The Ocean Vanity The Rocke damnation VVarre with the Dragon and his whole alliance Renounce his league intends thy utter losse Take in sinnes flag of truce set out defiance Display Christs ensigne with the bloudy crosse Against a Faith-proofe armed Christian Knight The hellish coward dares not mannage fight Resist him then if thou wilt victor be For so he flies and is disanimate His fiery darts can have no force at thee The shield of faith doth all their points rebate He conquers none to his infernall den But yeelding slaves that wage not fight like men Those in the dungeon of eternall darke He hath enthralled everlasting date Branded with Reprobations cole-blacke marke Within the never-opening ramd up gate Where Dives rates one drop of water more Than any crowne that ever Monarch wore Where furies haunt the hearttorne wretch despaire Where clamours cease not teeth are ever gnashing Where wrath and vengeance sit in horrors chaire Where quenchlesse flames of sulphur fire be flashing Where damned soules blaspheme God in despight Where utter darknesse stands remov'd from light Where plagues inviron torments compasse round Where anguish rores in never stinted sorrow Where woe woe woe is every voices sound Where night eternall never yeelds tomorrow VVhere damned tortures dreadfull shall persever So long as God is God So long is ever Heavens Glory WHo loves this life from love his love doth erre And chusing drosse rich treasure doth denie Leaving the pearle Christs counsels to preferre With selling all we have the same to buy O happy soule that doth disburse a summe To gaine a kingdome in the life to come Such trafficke may be tearmed heavenly thrift Such venter hath no hazard to disswade Immortall purchase with a mortall gift The greatest gaine that ever Merchant made To get a crowne where Saints and Angels sing For laying out a base and earthly thing To taste the joyes no humane knowledge knowes To heare the tunes of the coelestiall quires T' attaine heav'ns sweet and mildest calme repose To see Gods face the summe of good desires Which by his glorious Saints is howerly eyde Let sight with seeing never satisfide Sod as he is sight beyond estimate Which Angel tongues are unt aught to discover Whose splendor doth The heavens illustrate Vnto which sight each sight becomes a lover Whom all the glorious court of heaven laud With praises of eternities applaud There where no teares are to interpret griefes For any sighes heart dolours to expound There where no treasure is surpris'd by theeves Nor any voice that speakes with sorrowes sound No use of passions no distempered thought No spot of sinne no deed of errour wrought The native home of pilgrime soules abode Rest's habitation joyes true residence Ierusalem's new Citie built by God Form'd by the hands of his owne excellence With gold pav'd streets the wals of precious stone VVhere all sound praise to him sits on the throne HEAVENS Glory EARTHS Vanitie and HELLS Torments Of the Glory of the blessed Saints in Heaven TO the end there might want nothing to stirre up our mindes to verâ—e after the paines which Almighty God threatneth to the wicked he doth also set before us the reward of the good which is that glory and everlasting life which the blessed Saints doe enjoy in Heaven whereby he doth very mightily allure us to the love of the same But what manner of thing this reward and what this life is there is no tongue neither of Angels nor of men that is sufficient to expresse it Howbeit that wee may have some kinde of savour and knowledge thereof I intend here to rehearse even word for word what S. Augustine saith in one of his meditations speaking oâ— the life everlasting ensuing thiâ— transitorie time and of the joyes of the blessed Saints in Heaven O life saith he prepared by Almighty God for his friends a blessed life a secure life a quiet life a beautifull life a cleane life a chast life a holy life a life that knoweth no death a life without sadnesse without labour without griefe without trouble without corruption without feare without variety without alteration a life replenished with all beautie and dignity where there is neither enemy that can offend nor delight that can annoy where love is perfect and no feare at all where the day is everlasting and the spirit of all is one where Almighty God is seene face to face who is the onely meate whereupon they feed without loathsomenesse it delighteth mee to consider thy brightnesse and thy treasures doe rejoyce my longing heart The more I consider thee the more I am striken in love with thee The great desire I have of thee doth wonderfully delight me and no lesse pleasure is it to me to keepe thee in my remembrance O life most happy O kingdome truly blessed wherein there is no death nor end neither yet succession of time where the day continuing evermore without night knoweth not any mutation where the victorious Conqueror being joyned with those everlasting quires of Angels and having his head crowned with a garland of glory singeth unto Almighty God one of the songs of Sion Oh happy yea and most happy should my soule be if when the race of this my pilgrimage is ended I might bee worthy to see thy glory thy blessednesse thy beauty the wals and gates of thy Citie thy streets thy lodgings thy noble Citizens and thine omnipotent King in his most glorious Majestie The stones of thy wals are precious thy gates are adorned with bright pearles thy streets are of very fine excellent gold in which there never faile perpetuall praises thy houses are paved with rich stones wrought throughout with Saphirs
it not meet that that time which thou hast hitherto given to the world to thy flesh and to the Divell should suffice and that thou shouldest bestow some little time of that which remaineth to serve him who hath given thee all that thou hast Were it not a point of wisedome after so long time and so many great injuries to feare the most terrible justice of Almighty God who the more patiently he suffereth sinners the more hee doth afterwards punish them with severity and justice Were it not meet for thee to feare thy long continuance so many yeares in sinne and in the displeasure of Almighty God procuring thereby against thee such a mighty adversary as he is and provoking him of a mercifull loving Father to become thy severe terrible judge and enemy Were it not meet to feare least that the force of evill custome may in continuance of time be turned into nature and that thy long vicious usuall manner of committing sinne may make of a vice a necessity or little lesse Why art thou not afraid least by little and little thou maiest cast thy selfe downe head-long into the deep pit of a reprobate sence whereinto after that a man is once falne hee never maketh account of any sinne be it never so great The Patriarke Iacob said unto Laban his father in law These fourteene yeares have I served thee and looking to thine affaires now it is time that I should looke to mine owne and begin to attend unto the affaires of mine owne houshold Wherefore if thou hast likewise bestowed so many yeares in the service of this world and of this fraile transitory life were it not good reason that thou shouldest now begin to make some provision for the salvation of thy soule and for the everlasting life to come There is nothing more short nor more transitory then the life of man and therefore providing so carefully as thou doest for all such things as be necessarie for this life which is so short why doest thou not provide likewise somewhat for the life that is to come which life shall endure for ever and ever Earths Vanity A Sigh HEnce lazie sleepe thou sonne of sullen night That with soft-breathing Spels keeps sorrowes under Thy charmes cheares up the spirits with delight And laps the Sences in Lethaean slumber Packe and be gone for my sad soule knowes well Care best accordeth with a gloomic Cell And what more darke then my sin-clouded Soule Where yet the Sunne of Sapience never shone But still in Errors ougly cave did roule Where nought keepes concord but discordant mone Leave me I say and give me leave to tell That to my Soule my selfe ha's not done well Good man if good there lives one Thou that art So farre thrust from the worlds imperious eyes Helpe me to aâ—t this penitentiall part I meane No coyner of new Niceties Nor wodden Worshipper Give me him than That 's a God loving and good living man To be my partner in this Tragedie Whose scenes run bleeding through the wounded Acts Heart-strucke by Sinne and Satans fallacie And poyson'd by my selfe-committed facts Send me thy prayers if not thy presence found To stop the Ore-face of this streaming wound Steere me sweet Saviour while I safe have past The stormie Euroclydons of Despaire Till happily I have arriv'd at last To touch at Thee my Soules sole-saving stayre Tow up my sin-frought Soule sunke downe below And long lien weltring midst the waves of wo. New rig me up lest wallowing Iorewhelme Thy Mercy be my Main-mast And for Sayles My Sighs thy Truth my tackling Faith my Helme My ballast Love Hope Anchor that ne're failes Then in Heav'ns haven calme Peace me arrive Where once enharbor'd I shall richly thrive Woes me how long ha's Pride besotted me Proposing to dim Reason my good parts My nimble Wit my quicke proclivitie To Apprehension and in high deserts How many stood beneath me I vaine foole Thus fob'd by Satans sleights ore-slipt my Soule Who in darke Error downe embodied lies Blacke as the Star-lesse Night and hideously Impuritie with rustie wings crosse flies Betwixt the Sunne of Righteousnesse and me Whil'st Bat-like beats my Soule her leather sayles Gainst the soft Ayre and rising fals and failes Must I for each unsyllabled close Thought Render account O wit-fi'lde Conference Cal'd in is thy protection then deare bought How was my brow o'rehatcht with Impudence To let whole worlds of words my cheekes up-swell The least of whom would ding me downe to Hell O wretched Impes then of mans impious race who 'l breath out Blasphemies to make a Iest And call wit flashing the sole punctuall grace Of genuine knowledge But amongst the rest Iudge in what case are those wit-hucsters in That hourely practise this soule sinking sinne O may my tongue be ever rivetted Fast to my roofe but when it speakes Gods praise May not one vocall sound by breath be fed But when it carols out celestiall Layes Let not one tone through my tongues hatches flie But what beares with 't heav'ns glories harmonie Helpe Lord of power my feeble joynted praiers To clamber th' azure Mountaines throwne above me And keepe a seat for me there mongst those haires Apportion'd out to such as truely love thee Admit them in thine eares a resting roome Vntill to thee and them my soule shall come Meane while moyst ey'd Repentance here below Shall Inmate wise be Tenant to my minde For Prayers without true Penitence doe show Like meats unseason'd or like Bils unsign'd Or corne on tops of Cottages that growes Which uselesse no man either reapes or sowes O how my Soule 's surpriz'd with shallow feares When thinking to leane on Lifes broken staffe And counting to mine age large summes of yeares I heare the sweet and sacred Psalmograph Compare Life to a Flowre a Puffe a Span Who 's Monarch now next minute 's not a Man Must I needs dye why surfet I on Pleasure Must I needs dye why swim I in Delight Must I needs dye why squint I after Treasure Must I needs dye why live I not aright Must I needs dye why live I then in sin Thrice better for me I had never bin Feuntaine of breathing Dust such grace me give That I in life prepare in dust to lye Let me be dying still whiles I doe live That I may blisfull live when I shall dye For in Christs Schoole this Paradox learne I Who dies before he dies shall never die If I must die then after must begin The life of Ioy or Torment without end The life of Torment purchas'd is by sinne The life of Ioy by life that learnest ' amend Why should I then prophane sweare curse lust lie If I but thinke on this That I must die Why should I quaffe to more then Nature can Sith more drinke I gaine more losse is mine For may I not be term'd a bâ—stiall man To drowne my Reason in a cup of wine Yea tenfold worse Thus monster made
Almighty God for the waies of the world sith there is so great difference betweene the one and the other not onely in the end of the way but also in all the steps of the same What madnesse can be greater than to choose one torment to gaine another by rather than with one rest to gaine another rest And that thou maist more clearely perceive the excellency of this rest and what a number of benefits are presently incident thereunto I beseech thee hearken attentively even what Almighty God himselfe hath promised by his Prophet Esay to the observers of his law in a manner with these words as divers interpreters doe expound them When thou shalt doe saith hee such and such things which I have commanded thee to doe there shall forthwith appeare unto thee the dawning of the cleare day that is the sonne of justice which shall drive away all the darkenesse of thy errours and miseries and then shalt thou begin to enjoy true and perfect salvation Now these are the benefits which Almighty God hath promised to his servants And albeit some of them bee for the time to come yet are some of them to be presently received in this life as that new light and shining from heaven that safety and abundance of all good things that assured confidence and trust in the Almighty God that divine assistance in all our Prayers and Petitions made unto him that peace and tranquility of conscience that protection and providence of Almighty God All these are the gracious gifts and favours which Almighty God hath promised to his servants in this life They all are the works of his mercy effects of his grace testimonies of his love and blessings which he of his fatherly providence extendeth To be short all these benefits doe the godly injoy both in this present life and in the life to come and of all these are the ungodly deprived both in the one life and in the other Whereby thou maist easily perceive what difference there is betweene the one sort and the other seeing the one is so rich in graces and the other so poore and needy For if thou ponder well Gods promised blessings and consider the state and condition of the good and the wicked thou shalt find that the one sort is highly in the favour of Almighty God and the other deepely in his displeasure the one be his friends and the other his enemies the one be in light and the other in darkenesse the one doe enjoy the company of Angels and the other the filthy pleasures and delights of Swine the one are truely free and Lords over themselves and the other are become bond-slaves unto Satan and unto their owne lusts and appetites The one are joyfull with the witnesse of a good conscience and the other except they bee utterly blinded are continually bitten with the worme of conscience evermore gnawing on them the one in tribulation stand stedfastly in their proper place and the other like light chaffe are carried up and downe with every blast of winde the one stand secure and firme with the anker of hope and the other are unstable and evermore yeelding unto the assaults of fortune the prayers of the one are acceptable and liking unto God and the prayers of the other are abhorred and accursed the death of the one is quiet peaceable and precious in the sight of God and the death of the other is unquiet painefull and troubled with a thousand frights and terrours To conclude the one live like children under the protection and defence of Almighty God and sleepe sweetly under the shaddow of his pastorall providence and the other being excluded from this kinde of providence wander abroad as straied sheepe without their shepheard and Master lying wide open to all the perills dangers and assaults of the world Seeing then that a vertuous life is accompanied with all these benefits what is the cause that should withdraw thee and perswade thee not to embrace such a precious treasure what art thou able to alledge for excuse of thy great negligence To say that this is not true it cannot be admitted for so much as Gods word doth avouch the certaintie hereof To say that these are but small benefits thou canst not for so much as they doe exceede all that mans heart can desire To say that thou art an enemy unto thy selfe and that thou doest not desire these benefits cannot be considering that a man is even naturally a friend to himselfe the will of man hath ever an eye to his owne benefit which is the very object or mark that his desire shooteth at To say that thou hast no understanding nor taste of these benefits it will not serve to discharge thine offence forsomuch as thou hast the faith and beleefe thereof though thou hast not the taste for the taste is lost through sinne but not the faith and the faith is a witnesse more certaine more secure better to be trusted than all other experiences and witnesses in the world Why doest thou not then discredit all other witnesses with this one assured testimony Why doest thou not rather give credit unto faith than to thine owne opinion and judgement O that thou wouldest make a resolute determination to submit thy selfe into the hands of Almighty God and to put thy whole trust assuredly in him How soone shouldest thou then see all these Prophesies fulfilled in thee then shouldest thou see the excellency of these divine treasures then shouldest thou see how starke blinde the lovers of this world are that seeke not after this high treasure then shouldest thou see upon what good ground our Saviour inviteth us to this kind of life saying Come unto me all yee that travell and are loaden and I will refresh you take my yoake upon you and you shall finde rest for your soules for my yoake is sweet and my burden is light Almighty God is no deceiver nor false promiser neither yet is hee a great boaster of such things as he promiseth Why dost thou then shrinke backe why dost thou refuse peace and true quietnesse why dost thou refuse the gentle offers and sweet callings of thy Pastor how darest thou despise and banish away vertue from thee which hath such prerogatives and priviledges as these be and withall confirmed and signed even with the hand of Almighty God The Queene of Sheba heard far lesse things than these of Salomon and yet she travelled from the uttermost parts of the world to try the truth of those things that she had heard And why doest not thou then hearing such notable yea and so certaine newes of vertue adventure to take a little paines to try the truth and sequell thereof O deare Christian brother put thy trust in Almighty God and in his Word and commit thy selfe most boldly without all feare into his armes and unloose from thy hands those trifling knots that have hitherto deceived thee and thou shalt finde that the merits of vertue
serve thee faithfully both in the duties of piety and in other businesse of my place and calling that I may be a comfort to my husband aâ— example to my neighbours â— grace to my profession and â— meanes of glory to thy Name through Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour Amen FINIS THE COMMON CALLES CRIES and Sounds of the BEL-MAN OR Divers verses to put us in minde of our mortality Which serve as warnings to be prepared at all times for the day of death LONDON Printed by G. M. for M. S. Junior at the Blew Bible in Green-Arbour 1639. THE BEL-MANS SOVNDS For Christmas day REmember all that on this Morne Our blesseds aviour Christ was borne Who issued from a Virgin pure Our soules from Satan to secure And patronise our feeble spirit That we through him may heaven inherit For Saint Stephens day THis blessed time beare in your mind How that blest Martyr Stephen died In whom was all that good confinde That might with flesh and blood abide In Doctrine and example he Taught what to doe and what to flee Full of the Spirit he would preach Against opinions false and naught Confute them to and bouldly teach What Christ himselfe to him had taught For which at last he lost his breath Ston'd by the stonie hearts to death Let us then learne by this blest Martyrs end To see our follies and our lives amend For Saint Iohns day THis man the Word did bouldly teach Saw Christ transform'd and did preach The glory in that Mount he saw And by that glory strove to draw The soule of man from sinfull thrall To heaven to which God send us all For Innocents day THe swords of Herods servants tooke Such sweet yong things as with a look Might make a heart of Marble melt But they no grace nor pittie felt Some from the cradle some awake Some sweetly sleeping some they take Dandled upon their mothers lap Some from their armes some from the pap For New-yeares day ALL you that doe the Bell-man heere The first day of this hopefull yeare â—oe in love admonish you So bid your old sins all adue And walk as Gods just Law requires In holy deeds and good desires Which if to doe you le doe your best God will in Christ forgive the rest For Saint Davids day I Am no Welchman but yet to show The love I to the Countrey owe I call this morning and be seeke Each man prepare him for his Leeke For as I heare some men say The first of March is Saint Davids day That worthy Britaine valiant wise Withstood his countries enemies And caused his Souldiers there to choose Leekes for to know them from his foes Who bravely fought and conquest wone And so the custome first begun Then weare your Lecks and doe not shame To memorize your worthies name So noble Britaines all adew Love stil King Charles for he loves you For the 5. of Novemb. AWake Britaines subjects with one accord Extoll and praise and magnifie the Lord Humble your hearts and with devotion sing Praises of thanks to God for our most gratious King This was the night when in a darkesome Cell Treason was found in earth it hatcht in hell And had it tooke effect what would avail'd our sorrow The traine being laid to have blowne us up o' th' morrow Yet God our guide reveal'd the damned plot And they themselves destroy'd and we were not Then let us not forget him thanks to render That hath preserv'd and kept our faiths Defender For Good Friday ALL you that now in bed do lie Know Iesus Christ this night did die â—â—r soules most sinfull for to save That we eternall life might have His whips his grones his crown of thorns Would make us weep lament and mourn For Sunday LEt labour passe let prayer be This day the chiefest worke for thee Thy selfe and servants more and lesse This day must let all labour passe ALL hale to you that sleepe and rest Repent awake your sins detest Call to your mind the day of doome For then our Saviour Christ will come Accompt to have he hath decreed Of every thought word worke and deed And as we have our times here past So shall our judgements be at last AS darke some night unto thy thoughts present What 't is to want the daies bright Element So let thy soule descend through contemplation Where utter darknesse keepes her habitation Where endlesse easelesse paines remedilesse Attend to torture sins curst wilfulnesse O then remember whilst thou yet hast time To call for mercy for each forepast crime And with good David wash thy bed with teares That so repentance may subdue hels feares Then shall thy sovle more purer then the Sunne Ioy as a Gyant her best race to run And in unspotted robes her selfe addresse To meet her Lord that Sonne of righteousnesse To whom with God the Father and the Spirit Be all due praise where all true joyes inherit THe Belman like tho wakefull morning Cocke Doth warne you to be vigilant and wise Looke to your fire your candle and your locke Prevent what may through negligence arise So may you sleepe with peace and wake with joy And no mischances shall your state annoy YOur beds compare unto the grave Then think what sepulcher you have For though you lay you downe to sleepe The Bell-man wakes your peace to keepe Andnightly walks the round about To see if fire and light be out But when the morne daies light appeares Be you as ready for your prayers So shall your labours thrive each day That you the Bel-man well may pay LIke to the Seaman is our life Tost by the waves of sinfull strife Finding no ground whereon to stand Vncertaine death is still at hand If that our lives so vainelesse be Then all the world is vanitie THose that live in wrathfull ire And goe to rest in any sinne They are worse unto their house then fire Or violent theeves that would breake in Then seek to shun with all your might That Hidras head that monstrous sin That God may blesse your goods abroad And eke also your selves within SLeepe on in peace yet waking be And dread his powerfull Majestie Who can translate the irkesome night rom darknesse to that glorious light Whose radient beames when once they rise With winged speed the darkenesse flies THou God that art our helpe at hand Preserve and keep our King and land â—rom forraigne and domesticke foes â—uch as the word and truth depose And ever prosper those of pittie That love the peace of this our Citie AWake from sleepe awake from sin With voice and heart to call on him VVho from above pleas'd to descend From Sathans malice to defend Our forfeit soules to that rich grace Where we may still behold his face LEt us repare and God implore That henceforth we transgres no more And that our joy be at this tide That we in him be satisfide Then shall we all for his deare sake