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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41983	A briefe vnvailing of God and mans glory in which is 1. A briefe rehearsall of happinesse in generall, 2. How this happiness is manifested by Iesus Christ, 3. the soules song of love / by John Greene.	Greene, John, Master of Arts.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1818; ESTC R37404	9,664	24

A BRIEFE VNVAILING OF GOD AND MANS GLORY In which is 1 A briefe rehearsall of Happinesse in generall 2 How this Happinesse is manifested by Iesus Christ 3 The Soules Song of Love By JOHN GREENE LONDON Sold by THOMAS FAUCET in the Black-Friers 1641. THe creatures all of severall kinds to finde felicity Doth joyne both hands and hearts in one if they may it espy This golden ball each man would have and therefore runs a race From east to west frō north to south they spare no time nor place Some scattered ends of it they find and by it wet desires Which soone are lost or else doth fall below those heavenly fires Content content each man doth cry but that is it alone Which dwelleth in eternity where joyes are all in one Where all things lovely have their rise Their fountaine and their spring Upon this Mountain there doth sit the Potent mighty King With crowns of glory on his head with strength on his right hand The praise alone of beauties faire hath him at all command His throne alone surrounded is with honours highest praise If you will know his name he is call'd the Ancient of dayes Who is the stock root of good where sweetnesse loseth measure The height depth of glories great makes up his exhaust treasure Who lived before to give him breath who gave to him his spring Shall any force him from his throne and there sit down and sing Did any sill his heart with joy if so shew forth his Name If not then look upon his face that you may spred his fame If happinesse you doe pursue if pleasure be your aime If all things sweet you mean to meet and so make sure of gaine If worlds of honor you would have if crowns be your delight Or if you love to please your eye in any lovely sight If you on substance love to stand when comes a stormy houre Or whē the darts of death are thrown y would hide you in a tower Then flie into his bosome faire where beauties all doe meet And when thou entrest in that place with smiles they will thee greet Each glory shewes a pleasant face thou canst them not withstand They will allure and make thee sure to be at their command Such Musick sweetnes thou wilt find which will thee force to stay The voice of praises will thee charm and bid thee come away And dwell for ever in this sight where mysteries are made known Then whatsoever thou understand'st doth sure become thine own If there thou findest Wisdomes seat and searchest out her spring The streames of glory she brings forth will crowne thee as a king Who knoweth what power what force she hath None yet withstood her arme Who ever fled into her bower and by it purchas'd harme How safe are all that lye down there though claps of thunder flie And though the clouds with darknesse thick over the world do lie If Princes rage and at thee swell they spend their breath in vaine If snares they lay the most they get is labour for their paine Thou stand'st upon a mighty rock thy building sure is high Thogh dangers were like armies strong they cannot thee come nigh Oh if you would be truly blest and never know no griefe Then dwell amongst those streames of joyes Which each saith I am chiefe There 's roome enough thy thoughts may play Thy game will still thee please Allbonds by Law are there cut off thy work it is thy ease The heighth the depth the length the breadth I am alone can find He knowes it well and by this light refresheth still his mind All things in him desired are and all maintaine desires Love still doth rest within his brest and kindles holy fires Who ever saw and loved him not the beauties of his face And if those beames on them did smile They cloathed were with grace And then like Princes they did stand most comely in his sight Their lovely looks doth him perswade in them to take delight And if in such he takes content which are but as a land From whence the crop is cut away and some few yeares doth stand What rest what joy what high solace hath he in fulnesse store Where treasures are with such increase he cannot ask for more And these he sets before his view for ever to be seene In all his dayes there 's no decayes each thing is new and greene The life he lives is called love and doth his fill enjoy He walkes along in pathes most sweet where none can him annoy Security it is the rock upon the which he stands And there in triumph doth he reign and bindes all others hands His crown is this he knowes his strength the armies of his power Are quickly gathered into one and ready at an houre He knows his enemies where they lie their scowts all their train Their plots do make him melody by these he sees them slain He works and none molesteth him but forthwith gives him way His praise his enemies brings to light in heart tho they say nay Who would not lie within his brest his counsels for to know And see how powers do there combine his foes to overthrow If there thou stay thou sure shalt see the Godhead round him flow Each glory with it's severall light makes up a lovely show These excellencies all doe say we will stand thee in stead Himself these excellencies are to help him at his need Life is the chiefest of his strength love joynes it selfe to either There truth and holinesse are met and mingle both together Light comprehendeth all the summe and for all maketh way That so eternity may seeme but as one pleasant day In which his beauties are displai'd by peeces at his pleasure And so the Godhead shewes it self quite boundless in it's measure 'T is that which comprehendeth all to it all 's but a story And like a Prologue maketh way that it may shew forth glory All creatures of it speaketh praise and sings a pleasant song We dy and vanish quite away that so truth may be strong Of this all Angels speaketh high and ownes no other talke Their feet are strong to run a race in this most spacious walke Their names their natures all they are this Mystery maintaines If this were done their life were gone Their pleasures turn'd to paines They never speake of any power but in Iehovahs name They are glad to hide them in his tower To keepe themselves from shame O let none grope in darknesse thick to finde a pleasant way Lest cloudes put out his glimmering light and so he go astray The creatures all they are as vailes through which few men can see Most aime to catch their gaudy shewes and misse felicity But if the mystery opened were some light there would appeare Then restlesse should she he untill we clime a higher spheare Whereas the fountaine of all blisse eternally doth flow And from those springs refreshment runs to all that