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Youths divine pastime containing forty remarkable scripture histories turned into common English verse : with forty curious pictures proper to each story : very delightful for the virtuous imploying the vacant hours of young persons, and preventing vain and vicious divertisements : together with several scripture hymns upon divers occasions.
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R. B., 1632?-1725?
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Wing C7363; ESTC R36058
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with Lies ' Cause God they did not fear To them his word was like a Sword He need do nothing more Vengeance o'retakes them and they dead Are carried out of door Great fear from hence falls upon all They the Apostles dread Since God even by their word alone So soon strikes sinners dead Let this a warning be to all That they avoid a Lie But speak the truth in righteousness And in sincerity Lest such a sudden dismal Fate Do unto them befal As unto these two happened God's Justice can reach all XXXV Upon the Stoning of St. Stephen Acts 6 7. Chapters STephon was a Man of mighty Faith Who many Wonders wrought The Doctrine of Christ his Lord With Pow'r the People taught His Spirit and Wisdom was so great He his Opposers foil'd Which made them so malicious they Would not be reconcil'd False Witnesses they then set up His Life a way to take Who swear that he blasphemously ' Gainst th' Law and Temple spake He to the Councel's led by those Who ' gainst him did combine His Face when he began to plead Did like an Angels shine Having their leave he then begins And shews how God did lead Of old his people Israel And them delivered But coming close and charging them With guiltless Blood they cry Out all at once Let 's him condemn For he shall surely die Mean while he looks up stedfastly To Heaven and there sees stand The Son of Man in glory great Placed at Gods right hand Out of the City then he 's cast And stoned till he dies But Stephen ev'n to the very last Like a true Martyr cries Lord lay not to their charge this sin My Soul receive and keep He gain'd the Crown of Martyrdom And then he fell asleep XXXVI Upon St. Paul 's Shipwrack Acts 26 27. chap. SAint Paul was sailing unto Rome When lo a storm arose Which was so fierce and violent They could it not oppose The Men were much affrighted since They saw no hope at all They fear destruction on them will Inevitably fall St. Paul them comforts and assures Though they in danger are Yet all shall save their Lives for so God did to him declare The storm more furious grows and all Their labour doth confound At length the Ship in pieces breaks By being run a-ground Each Man then for himself shifts so By skilful swimming and The broken pieces of the Ship They all come safe to Land Having this danger thus escapt They are on Malta thrown And there by the Inhabitants Much kindness had them shown But when St. Paul had gathered sticks To make a Fire at Land A Viper came out of the heat And fastened on his Hand Whereat the people look on him As he a Murderer were Who though he had escap'd the Sea Yet vengeance follow'd there But when they did observe that he Receiv'd no hurt thereby They quickly change their minds and now He is a God they cry Vpon Death CAn he be counted Fair Who withers at a blast Or he be Strong one breath of wind Into the Grave can cast Can he be counted Wise Who knows not how to live Or can he be a Rich Man call'd Who nothing hath to give Can he be reckon'd Young That 's feeble weak and wan So Fair so Strong so very Wise So Rich so Young is Man So Fair is Man that Death Even with one parting blast Blasts all his fair and dainty Flow'rs And makes him Earth at last So mighty Strong is Man That with a gasping Breath He totters falls and then bequeaths His boasted strength to Death So Wise is man that if With Death he once do strive His Wisdom never can him teach How he one Hour shall live So Rich is Man that when He once his debts hath paid His Wealth 's his winding-sheet wherein Even he himself is laid So Young is Man that when He 's broke with care and sorrow He 's old enough this very day That he may die to morrow Why brag'st thou then thou Worm Who art but five Foot long For thou art neither Fair nor Strong Nor Wise nor Rich nor Young Vpon Judgment THE dreadful Trump shall blow The Dead awak'd shall rise And then unto the Clouds they all Shall turn their wandring Eyes The Heav'ns shall opened be The Bridegroom forth shall come To Judge the World and to bestow On all the World her Doom Joy it shall be to th' Just To th' Wicked endless smart To those the blessed voice bids Come To these it bids Depart Depart you must from life Yet dying live for ever For ever you will dying be And yet you will die never Depart from me like Dogs With Devils take your Lot Like Devils all depart from me Because I know you not Like Dogs like Devils go Go cry and howl and bark Depart and into Darkness fly Because your deeds were dark Let yells and roarings be Your Musick and your Food The Flesh of Vipers and of Toads Your Drink shall be their Blood Let Devils you afflict With scorn reproach and shame Depart depart away from me Into Eternal Flame If Hell the Portion then Of wretched sinners be O Lord give me my Hell on Earth Lord give me Heaven with thee Vpon Heaven WHen I do contemplate The New Jerusalem Wherein there is reserv'd for me My Crown my Diadem Oh! what a Heaven of Bliss My Soul by this enjoys All on a sudden I am wrapt Into the Heaven of Joys Where there are Troops of Powers Of Virtues Cherubims There Angels and Archangels are With Saints and Seraphims Who still are singing praise Unto their Heavenly King Their Songs and Hallelujahs they For ever to him sing Where joys are full and pure And are not mixt with mourning Where they continue without end From which there 's no returning No Theft nor Cruelty No Murder harbours there No hoary headed Care afflicts Nor yet no sudden Fear No pinching Want is there No griping fast Oppression Nor Death which is the just reward Of the first Man's transgression But dearest Friendship Love And Everlasting Pleasure Do there abide continually Without decay or measure Fulness of Riches Joy And Comfort sempiternal Excess yet without surfeiting With Light and Life Eternal Vpon Hell HEll is beyond all thought A state sad and forlorn No mortal Man can here relate The Pangs that there are born These Burnings cann't be quencht No not with tears of Blood No mournful groans nor doleful sighs Will here do any good Nay all that can be said T' express the pain of those In Hell comes short they are enwrapt In Everlasting woes For Time there finds no end And Plagues find no exemption Their cries admit no help for from That place is no redemption Where Fire lacks no Flame Therewith the Flame to heat To make their torments more severe Their miseries to compleat Where wretched Souls for ever To tortures bound shall be Where they shall serve a world of years Yet never shall
be free Where nothing's heard but yells And groans and woful cries And where the Fire ne're abates The Worm there never dies That Worm which ever gnaws And tears their Bowels out The Pit upon them shuts its Jaws It 's terrible no doubt But where this Hell is plac'd My Muse must needs stop there Lord shew us what its horror is But never shew us where Scripture Hymns and Songs upon several Occasions turn'd into Common English Verse With some others The Song of Moses when Pharaoh and his Host were Drowned in the Red Sea Exodus 15. Then sang Moses and the Children of Israel this Song unto the Lord and spake saying I To the Lord will sing for he Triumpht in Glory so The Horse he and his Rider down Into the Sea did throw The Lord 's my Strength and Song and he Is my Salvation My God he is I 'll him prepare An Habitation My Fathers God he is also I will exalt his Fame The Lord he is a Man of War Jehovah is his Name He Pharaoh's Chariots and his Host Into the Sea hath cast And his choice Captains Drowned were At i th' Red Sea they past The depths them hid to th' bottom they Sunk down even as a Stone Jehovah thy Right Hand in power Most glorious is alone Lord thy Right Hand in pieces dasht Those that against thee rose And in thine Excellency Great Thou hast o'rethrown thy Foes Thou didst send forth thy wrath which as The stubble did them waste Together gathered were the waves Even with thy Nostrils blast The Floods stood upright as an heap The depths in mid-sea rose The Foe said I 'll pursue I 'll catch I will the spoil dispose My Lust on them shall filled be My Sword draw out will I My Hand shall them again possess Or spoil them utterly Thou with the wind didst on them blow The Sea them covered They in the mighty waters sunk As if they had been Lead Lord who 's like thee among the Gods Who 's like thee glorious In holiness fearful in praise In doings marvellous When thou didst forth thy Right Hand stretch The Earth them swallowed The people whom thou hast Redeem'd Thou hast in Mercy led Thou by thy strength shalt guide them to That Holy Seat of thine The Folk shall hear and fear and grieve Shall they of Palestine Then Edom's Dukes shall be amaz'd And Moab's mighty men Trembling shall seize away shall melt All Canaan's dwellers then Fear upon them and dread shall fall By thy Hands mightiness They shall lye still as doth a Stone Until the People pass Until thy People Lord shall pass Which thou hast purchased Till thou hast them brought in and in Thy Mount established The Mount of thine Inheritance O Lord the place wherein Thou hast prepar'd thy Sanctuary For thee to dwell therein Lord which thy Hands established Jehovah he shall Reign For evermore through Ages all For ever Sovereign For Pharaoh's Horse and Chariots And Horsemen down they went Into the Sea Jehovah then The Sea upon them sent The waters of the Sea on them He turned back in haste But on dry Land i' th' midst o' th' Sea The Sons of Israel past And Miriam answered them Sing to the Lord for he excels In glorious renown He hath the Horse and Rider both Into the Sea cast down Samson 's Triumph over the Philistines when he had slain a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Ass SAmson rejoice be fill'd with mirth Let all Judea know And tell the Princes of the Earth How strong an Arm hast thou How has thy dead inricht the Land And purpl'd o're the Grais Thou hadst no weapon in thy Hand But th' Jaw-bone of an Ass How does thy strength and high renown The glory of men surpass Thine Arm hath struck a thousand down With th' Jaw-bone of an Ass Let Samson's glorious name endure Till time shall bring forth One Whose greater glory shall obscure The glory thou hast won David 's Lamentation over Saul and Jonathan And David lamented with this Lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his Son 2 Sam. 1.19 THE Beauty of Israel is slain Upon the places high How are the Mighty fallen down In Gath this never cry Nor tell 't in Streets of Askelon Lest Philistines rejoice Lest Daughters of th' uncircumcis'd Make a triumphant noise Ye Mountains high of Gilboa Let there be never Dew Let neither Rain nor Fields again Of Offering be on you For there the mighty One his Shield Receiv'd disgraceful foil The Shield of Saul as he had not Anointed been with Oyl The Bow of Jonathan turned not Back from the Blood o' th' slain From fat o' th' Mighty and Saul's Sword Returned not in vain Lovely and pleasant in their Lives Were Saul and Jonathan And in their death and latest breath Was no division They swifter were than Eagles far They Lions did excel In strength O weep ye over Saul Daughters of Israel Who did in Scarlet you array With deckings manifold Who did on your Apparel lay Rich Ornaments of Gold O thou my Brother Jonathan I am distrest for thee A pleasant kind Companion Thou hast been unto me Thy love to me was wonderful Past that of Women far How are the Mighty fall'n and how Are lost the Men of War The Prayer of Jonah to the Lord his God out of the Whales Belly Jonah 2. I to the Lord in my distress Did cry and he gave ear Out of Hells Belly cryed I And he my voice did hear Into the deep i' th' midst o' th' Sea O Lord thou didst me cast The Floods me compast all thy Waves And Billows o're me past Then did I say I utterly Cast from thy sight remain Yet to thy Holy Temple I Will once more look again The waters even to the Soul Did me incompass round The depths me round inclos'd the weeds About my head were bound To th' Mountains bottoms I went down Earths Bars did me beset Yet Lord my God thou broughtest my life Up from corruptions Pit When as my Soul did faint in me The Lord remembred I Even then my Pray'r came unto thee Into thy Sanctuary They their own mercies leave that do Mind Lying Vanities But with the voice of giving thanks To thee I 'll Sacrifice The thing the which I vowed have To pay I will accord Because alone Salvation Proceedeth from the Lord. Conclusion O Holy Holy Holy Lord Th' Almighty God alone Which was and is and is to come Who sittest on the Throne Thou Glory Honour and great Pow'r Lord worthy art to take For thou mad'st all they are and were Made for thy pleasures sake A Poem upon Death and Judgment THE Day of wrath that dreadful day Shall the whole World in Ashes lay As both the Psalms and Sybils say What horror will distract your mind When the strict Judge who should be kind Shall have few venial faults to find The last loud Trumpets wondrous sound Shall through the cleaving Graves rebound And wake the Nations under-ground Nature and Death shall with surprise Behold the Conscious wretches rise And view the Judge with frighted Eyes Then shall with Universal dread The Sacred Mystick Roll be read To try the Living and the Dead The Judge ascends his awful Throne But when he makes all secrets known How will a guilty Face be shown What Intercessor shall I take To save my last important stake When the most Just hath cause to quake Thou mighty formidable King Mercy and Truths Eternal Spring Some charitable pity bring In Storms of guilty Terrors lost Forget not what my Ransom cost Nor let my dear bought Soul be lost Thou who for me hast felt such pain Whose precious Blood the Cross did stain Let not thy Death and Birth be vain Thou whom avenging Powers obey Remit my Debt too vast to pay Before the last accounting day Surrounded with amazing Fears Whose load my Soul with anguish bears I sigh I weep accept my Tears Thou who wast mov'd with Maries Grief And by absolving of a Thief Hast given me Hope Oh! give Relief Reject not my unworthy Prayers But free me from those dreadful Snares That hungry gaping Hell prepares Oh! let thy Bloud my Crimes Efface And fix me with those Heirs of Grace That thou dost on thy Right Hand place From that Portentous vast Abyss Where Flames devour and Serpents Hiss Call me to thy Eternal Bliss Prostrate my contrite Heart I rend My God my Father and my Friend Do not forsake me in my end Well may they Curse their second Breath Who rise to a severer Death Thou Great Creator of Mankind Let sinful Souls compassion find Could we divide a Moment to the Eye We should see Life the Moment that we die And Faith does fully that defect supply For though my Body Dies it is not I. FINIS