not thy brand Lord in thy Mercy make me thine I have enough showre thou or shine Ejaculat. 88. Great Monarch of the World disclose Thy Power and make thy Glory known Out-flood the floods of all my Foes And in my heart fix thou thy Throne Plant Holiness within my brest O Lord my Strength O God my Rest Ejaculat. 89. Just God of Vengeance cast an eye Upon my poor afflicted brest O send me help O hear my cry And let thy comforts be my rest Suppress my Foes and set me free That have no Hope no Help but thee Ejaculat. 90. Great God of gods great King of kings From whom by whom we live we be In whom my Soul her triumph sings To whom alone bows every knee Teach me thy way thy will'â— my Feast Thy Crook my Guide thy Fold my Rest Ejaculat. 91. Lord let our Jesus and thy Christ Be all the subject of our mirth Let Satans Power be dismist And let him â—ule and judg the Earth Then then eternal Peace shall be Return'd to us and praise to thee Ejaculat. 92. Great King of Glory who art drest In Clothes of Clouds in Robes of Fire Make evil hateful to my brest Then shall I love thee most intire Then shall my bosom reap that light Which thou hast sown for the upright Ejrculat 93. Great God of Wonders that dost ope The Gate of Life to our glad days And found'st a help beyond all those O give us mouths to give thee praise So guide our ways just Judg that we May joyfully be judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 94. Great God whose Promise is to hear Whose Practise is to pardon Sin Let my Petitions find an ear And cleanse my lep'rous Soul within Thou Lord art holy teach my heart To sing thy Praises as thou art Ejaculat. 95. Eternal Maker grant that we May praise thee with a cheerful heart Guide thou ouâ— waâ—s and let us be â—hâ— shâ—â—p where thou the Shepherd â—â—â— â—â—◠〈◊〉 thy â—â—â—th â—â— always sâ—â—e And thy great Mercy shall endure Ejaculat. 96. Lord teach my heart to walk upright In publique rev'rence private fear Keep thou the humble in thy sight And to the proud be thou severe Then shall thy Saints in triumph show Thy Mercy and thy Justice too Ejaculat. 97. O God how poor a thing is Man Begot in siâ— and born in sorrow Our breath 's a blast our life a Span But here to day and gone to morrow How needful Lord is thy support Our days are bad our time is short Ejaculat. 98. O thou within whose tender brest Full streams of sweet compassion flow Whose Mercies cannot be exprest By Saints above or Men below My Soul shall praise my heart shall bless That goodness 〈…〉 cannot express Ejaculat. 99. Lord every creature writes a Story Of thy full Majesty and Might The contemplâ—tion of whose Glory Shall always be my hearts delight Accept that praise my Soul can give And it shall praise thee while I live Ejaculat. 100. Dear God the Pharaoh of our Souls Afflicts the Isr'el of our hearts Where thou shouldst govern he controuls What thou command'st his power thwarts Confound his strength and let thy hand Conduct us to the promis'd Land Ejaculat. 101. Lord shouldst thou punish every sin Or strike as oft as we offend How quickly would our plagues begin How soon this sinful world would end But Lord thy tender Mercies stand Within the gap and hold thy hand Ejaculat. 102. Lord let thy wonders and thy wayes Inflame my heart my tongue my Pen That Pen and tongue and heart may praise Thy name before the Sons of men Look where I list high low or under I see to learn and learn to wonder Ejaculat. 103. O Lord whose mercies and whose pathes Transcend th' expressions of my tongue Instruct my heart to keep thy Laws And I will praise thee in my song Lend me thy pow'r or strengthen mine And I will crush my Foes and thine Ejaculat. 104. O thou that sit'st in Heaven and seest My deeds without my thoughts within Be thou my Prince be thou my priest Command my soul and cure my sin How bitter my afflictions be I care not so I rise to thee Ejaculat. 105. Lord teach my humble eyes the art To see aright and hands to do Then will I praise thee with my heart In publique and in private too Set thou thy fear in all my ways To make me wise to give thee praise Ejaculat. 106. Lord plant thy fear before mine eyes For in thy fear my Soul is blest Thy Fear 's that Spring from whence arise My Crown my Treasure and my Rest What fear I fearing thee and what Not fearing thee Lord fear I not Ejaculat. 107. Highest of Highests that dost raise The poor and needy from the dung Advance my thoughts to give thee praise And Lord untye my stam'ting tongue So shall my heart and tongue proclaim Rare Halelujahs to thy Name Ejaculat. 108. O God the Mountains and the Seas Confess thee Lord of Sea and Land They quake and tremble if thou please To shew the Power of thy hand So shall my heart when thou think'st good To turn my â—â—int into a flood Ejaculat. 109. Lord teach our loyal hearts to build Their constant hopes upon thy hand Thou art our Help thou art our Shield Wherein our hopes of safety stand Send down thy blessings and then we Will send all Praises up to thee Ejaculat. 110. My God thy Mercies so abound That every minutâ— speaks their story They have no limits have no bound Ours are the comforts thine the glory And what thy Mercy more displays Thou are contented with our Praise Ejaculat. 111. Surpassing Lord whose mercies have surpast The limits of the worlds expression Whose truth continues â—â—â—me and â—â—st To thy elect and their succession To thee perpetuall praise be given By Saints on earth and souls in heav'n Ejaculat. 112. Good God! thy mercy and thy might What heart conceives what tongue can tell Thou fillest my darknesse with thy light And hast redeem'd my soul from hell Thou art my God thou onely art The strength and musick of my heart Ejaculat. 113. O God thy Law 's a field in which The fruitfull seed of life is sown No seed so rare no soil so rich It renders infinite for one O God how fair these fields appear O God what pearls are buried here Ejaculat. 114. Great God whose ever-wakefull eye Doth never slumber never close Teach all my dangers to rely Upon thy help there safe repose Be thou my shade be thou my stay I will not fear by night by day Ejaculat. 115. Lord let the fire of my true zeâ—l Unto thy house for ever flame Where let my thanks and praise reveal The hidden honor of thy name Let Sions glory still encrease And blesse her wâ—lls with plenteous peace Ejaculat. 116. O God to whom my thoughts direct Their constant hopes and hopefull cryes Let not my soul in vain expect For mercy from such gracious
with holy mirth I may proclaim how good thou art Open my lips that I may sing Full prayses to my God my King Ejaculation II. Lord make the torments we endure The Symptomes of thy Love not wrath Thou art our Chiron we thy cure Our crime 's our sores thy blood 's our bath O we are weake be thou as strong How long O Lord O Lord how long Ejaculation 3. Just Judge of earth in whom we trust Make sharp thy sword and bend thy bow Consume the wicked Save the Just For thou the Reines and heart dost know Then shal our tongues sing forth thy praise And praise thy justice al our dayes Ejaculat. 4. Lord teachus timely how to pray And give us patience to expect Thou hatest sin O guide our way Judge thou our Foes The Just protect Then shal the wicked fall with shame And we will sing that love thy name Ejaculat. 5. Creat Son of the eternal God To whom the world subjected lyes Break not but breed us with thy rod O we are foolish make us wise And if thy wrath begin to flame Wee 'l seek protection in thy Name Ejaculat. 6. Lord if our enemies encrease And we invoke bow down thine ear Be thou our shield and make our Peace And we will scorn what worldlings fear Great God of health great Lord of Rest O make us thine and we are blest Ejaculat. 7. Thou righteous Hearer of Requests Make voyd the counsels of thâ—unjust Send peace into our trembling brests And fill our hearts with fear and trust If thou wilt make thy face to shine Let others joy in corn and wine Ejaculat. 8. Lord thou whose equal hand allays The poor mans grief whose help thou art Encline my heart to give thee praise And I will praise thee with my heart Forsake me not for Lord I trust As men are cruel thou art just Ejaculat. 9. Lord crush my Lyon-hearted Foes Rout them that seek to ruine me Rise up O God forget not those Whose wrongs refer their cause to thee Or if the wicked must oppress Be thou not far from my distress Ejaculat. 10. Great God thy Garden is defac'd The Weeds do thrive thy Flowers decay O call to mind thy Pâ—oâ—â—â—â—se past Restore thou them cut these away Till then let not the Weeds have power To starve or tainâ— the poorest Flower Ejaculat. 11. Lord leave us not too long a space O view our griefs and hear our pray'r Clear thou our eyes unvâ—â—â— thy face Lest Foes presume and we despair Lord make thy mercy our repose And we will sing amidst thy Foes Ejaculat. 12. Lord teach me to renown thy Nâ—â—â— Which through the world is so renown'd Let man thy glorious Works proclaim Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd As beasts to men subjected be So Lord subject mans heart to thee Ejaculat. 13. In all extreams Lord thou art still The Mount whereto my hopes do flee O make my Soul detest all ill Because so much abhor'd by thee Lord let thy gracious tryals show That I am just or make me so Ejaculat. 14. Great God whom Fools deny how dare Our lips request thy glorious Eyes If thou but see thou canst not spare And what thou seest thou must despise Lord make us hear thy saving voyce Then mayst thou see and we rejoyce Ejaculat. 15 Lord cleanse my heart and guide my tongue Preserve my lips from false deceit Protect my hands from doing wrong Teach whom to love and whom to hate Instruct me how to take and give Lord grant me this and I shall live Ejaculat. 16. Lord teach my Reins that in the night My tutor'd Reins may tutor me And keep me always in thy sight For in thy sight all pleasures be Let not my soul in darkness stray O thou my life O thou my way Ejaculat. 17. Behold my Right and right my wrongs Thou Saviour of all those that trust O I am weak my Foes are strong Lord thou art gracious thou art just O make me rightly prize this life And let thy glory be my strife Ejaculat. 18. Great God my strength at whose command Whil'st I serve thee all creatures serve me Protect me from my Foe-mans hand O as thou hast preserv'd preserve me With peaceful conquest crown my days And I will crown thy Power with praise Ejaculat. 19. Great God the work of whose high hands The glory of thy Name declare How perfect sweet are thy Commands How purely just thy Precepts are Cleanse all my sins clear every spot Both open secret known forgot Ejaculat. 20. Accept O God my holy fires Lead thou our Armies give success Bless our designs grant our desires O hear and help in our distress Preserv'd by thee we shall prevail When Chariots flee and horses fail Ejaculat. 21. O God whose Judgments are severe And Mâ—câ—s full of sweet compassion Scourge thou thy Foes save those that fear Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation And I will spend my joyful days In Psalms of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 22. My Jesus thou that wert no less Then God and yet with men forlorn Larths Comforter yet comfortless Heavens Glory yet to men a scorn What thanks shall I return to thee That wert all this and more for me Ejaculat. 23. Great Shepherd of my Soul thy hand Both gives me food and guides my way Subject my will to thy Command And I shall never starve nor stray If thou wilt keep me in thy sight Thy House shall be my whole delight Ejaculat. 24. Lord purge my heart and cleanse my hand Direct my tongue and guide my will For nothing that 's unclean can stand Within thy great thy glorious Hill Lift up my heart deprest with sin And let the King of Glory in Ejaculat. 25. Lord guide my footsteps in thy Truth And let thy grace be my repose Forgive the frailties of my youth And free me from my causless Foes Redeem thine Isr'el from their hand And bring me to thy promis'd Land Ejaculat. 26. Lord keep me just and judg my right Prove thou my reins and try my heart O make thy Temple my delight And fix my dwelling where thou art Redeem my Soul confirm my ways And give me power to give thee praise Ejaculat. 27. My God whose fear drives fear away Shew me the beauty of thy House Preserve me in the evil day That I may sing and pay my vows Lord grant me fear and grard my path Give Patience and with Patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my râ—stless Soul may fly Bâ—â—st be thy Name when I invoke Thâ—u hear'st my suit and send'st supply 〈…〉 or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voyce of thine And shall that voyce not startle me Noâ— stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-â—oâ—e mine ear Thy Voyce is lost I cannot hear Ejaculat. 30. Lord let the evening of my grief Be
followed with a morning joy Hear thou my cry and send relief That tak'st no pleasure to destroy If thou wilt lengthen out my days Their task shall be to sing thy Praise Ejaculat. 31. Lord thou that hoord'st thy Grace for those That love and fear thy sacred Name Redeem me from my conqu'ring Foes And vindicate my trust from shame Give me fair Conquest at the end Till then true courage to attend Ejaculat. 32. Let my confession lanch my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early â—o implore For I am lost till thoâ— art found Then shall my joyful Songs express Thy Praises and my thankfulness Ejaculat. 33. Great Lord of Wonders thou by whom My heart was fram'd and form'd alone From whose high Power all powers come That didst but say and it was done Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy Power and sing thy praise Ejaculat. 34. Lord let the Sun-shine of thy face So clear mine eyes so cleanse my heart That being season'd with thy grace My Soul may taste how sweet thou art O let thy mercy make me just And then my heart shall fear and trust Ejaculat. 35. Lord plead my cause and right my wrong And take my Snarers in their snare O be not from me Lord too long Lest they triumph and I despair Let all my Foes be cloth'd with shame Whil'st I sing praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 36. Fountain of Light and living Breath Whose Mercies never fail nor fade Fill me with life that hath no death Fill me with light that hath no shade Confound the proud in their pretence And let thy wings be my defence Ejaculat. 37. Be thou my Trust my God and I When â—â—â—ners thrive will not repine Or if my wants should want supply I will not fret I will not whine What if their wealth my wants increase They shall have plagues at last I pâ—ace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot â— â—â— pains without and panâ—s within O thou that art the God of Rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make we see How few my days how short their length Incline my heart to trust in thee Remove thy scourge or give me strength I am a Pilgrim hear my cry And send some comfort ere I dye Ejaculat. 40. Lord thou whose Mercies do exceed O fill my language with thy praise Stand thou my Helper at my need Confound the wicked in their ways Be thou my Comfort in my grief And crown my Patience with â—elief Ejaculat. 41. Lord if thy pleasure make me poor Thou wilt bless them that give me bread If thy sick hand hath scourg'd me sore That hand that struck will make my bed Sustain me Lord be thou my Store I shall be neither sick nor poor Ejaculat. 42. My God full tears are all the dyet That feed my sad my drooping brest In my distress in my disquiet Be thou my Stay be thou my Rest Be thou my God in my relief And I will triumph in my grief Ejaculat. 43. Lord right my wrongs and plead my right Against all those that seek my Ill O let thy perfect Truth and Light Conduct me to thy holy Hill Then shall thy Altar make relation Of thy due Praise and my Salvation Ejaculat. 44. Lord our fore-fathers found redress In all their frights in all their fears Wilt thou be dumb to my distress And not my God as well as theirs Redeem my Soul whose loyal knee Ne're bow'd to any God but thee Ejaculat. 45. Great Bridegroom fill thy dearest Spouse With outward glory inward graces May she forget her fathers house And only clinge to thy embraces Affect her heart with Love and Duty And then take pleasure in her Beauty Ejaculat. 46. Lord help me when my griefs do call In my distress O be thou near Then if Earth change or Mountains fall I will not â—aint I will not fear Shew me thy Wonders and inflame My heart to magnifie thy Name Ejaculat. 47. Lord let thy Judgments fill all those That love thy Mount with joy and â—â—rth Confound and crush all Sions Foes Sion the glory of the Earth Let all that love thy Sions glory Recount her State repeat her Story Ejaculat. 48. Lord teach me wisely to contemn All goods that transitory be Let me not stand possest of them If they be not possest in thee If I be wealthy and not wise I live but like a beast that dyes Ejaculat. 49. Lord God of gods before whose Throne Stand fire and storms O what shall we Reâ—ues to Heav'n that is our own When all the world belongs to thee We have no offering to impart But praises and a wounded heart Ejaculat. 50. Lord if thy Mercies purge my heart Concâ—â—â—'d in lust and born in sin Breathe truth into my inward part Renew me a firm spirit within Then let thy goodness not detest The ruines of a broken brest Ejaculat. 51. Let others boast in gold and prize Ev'l more then good and love deceit Thy Mercies Lord are my supplies And on thy Name will I await Lord let thy Mercies still inure My brest to love the thing that 's pure Ejaculat. 52. Lord if thou take away thy hand How all compos'd of fears are we What Arm can save what strength can stand When Man poor man 's forsook by thee Lord keep my Faith in thee unshaken For thou forsak'st not till forsaken Ejaculat. 53. Lord let thy Name secure and free My threat'ned Soul from all my Foes Stand thou with them that stand for me Support all these suppress all those Then shall my Soul division run Upon thy Praise till Time be done Ejaculat. 54. Hearer of Prayers confound my Foes That bruise my tortur'd Soul to dust In man alas there 's no repose Foes have no pity Friends no trust My trust is in thy Word which says They shall not live out half their days Ejaculat. 55. O God the malice of my Foes Encreaseth dayly more and more But Lord thou art my safe repose Thou art my strength thou art my store Be thou my gracious God and then I will not fear the pow'r of men Ejaculat. 56. Be gracious Lord unto my grief For in thy shadow do I trust O send me plentiful relief For thou art merciful and just Then shall my spirits utter forth Twi light Hosanna's to thy worth Ejaculat. 57. Lord keep me from those hearts and tongues That practise mischief from the womb Weigh right to them that weigh us wrongs And let confusion be their doom But let the Just be fill'd with mirth And fear that God that rules the Earth Ejaculat. 58. Lord save me from my Foes make voyd Their Plots and all their Counsels vain For ever let them be destroy'd For in thy hand my hopes remain And I will always spend my days In Hymns of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 59. Lord
though we feel the bitter taste Oâ— thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile O when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voyce and bring My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest Protect all those that strive to sing Thy praises with a cheerful brest Let comfort with our years increase That we may praise thy Name in peace Ejaculat. 61. Lord God from whom all mercy springs Instruct my hopes to wait on thee Teach me what vain and fruitless things The helps of what is earthly be All strength belongs to thee alone 'T is thou my God must help or none Ejaculat. 62. Lord how I long to see thy face That I might spend me in thy praise Thou art my glory in disgrace Sustain my steps direct my ways Thou art my Refuge when opprest With grief my Joy with toyl my Rest Ejaculat. 63. Lord hide me from my bloody Foes For in thy goodness do I trust Protect my sought-for life from those That shoot in secret for the just So then shall I that fear thy Name Have cause of glory they of shame Ejaculat. 64. Thou gracious Hearer of Requests Hide all my sins behind thy merits Showre down thy Spirit into our brests And drop thy grace into our spirits That from our faith rich works may spring And give us cause to shout and sing Ejaculat. 65. Lord if thy flame must needs be felt Let us be purged in that flame Let our rebellious spirits melt Into the Praises of thy Name That we being tutor'd and kept under May fear with love and love with wonder Ejaculat. 66. Lord let thy favour still inflame Our light'ned hearts to walk thy ways That all the World may praise thy Name And all the Earth may sing thy Praise So fructifie our hearts that we May bless thy Name being blest by thee Ejaculat. 67. Lord rise in pow'r within my heart And chase my sins thy Foes and mine Then shall I see thee as thou art In Glory great in Power divine So I more white then Snow shall sing Thy ways and praise my God my King Ejaculat. 68. To that sweet Lamb which did sustain Grief above weight Pain above measure Whose stripes and scoffs and grief and pain Were only purchas'd by our pleasure Be Honor Glory Praises given By Souls on Earth by Saints in Heaven Ejaculat. 69. Let shame be their due recompence That seeke to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord and love thy Name Make haste O God for I do waste My Soul with grief O God make haste Ejaculat. 70. Lord thou that underneath thy wing Didst keep me in and from the womb Assist my age that it may sing Thy praise in ages yet to come Preserve my Soul protect my name Shame be to them that seek my shame Ejaculat. 71. Great Prince of Peace whose Kingdom brings Justice Redemption Power and Peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All Praises Honor Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voyce like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Ayr Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder That hear'st my plaints and grant'st my pray'r Forsake me not but when I stray O let thy Crook reform my way Ejaculat. 73. O thou whose Mercy did begin Before all Time unty'd to Times As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin Be like wise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more then men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly desolate and waste Where thou shouldst rule my lusts controul O Lord relieve O God make haste Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim Eternal Praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 75. Glorious Creator make thy face to shine On this our poor distressed Land Defend and dress thy fading Vine And bless the Man of thy right hand Let thy Free grace inflame our hearts And we will sing thy praise in parts Ejaculat. 76. O God our Song our Strength whose hand Hath broke our bonds and set us free Incline our hearts to thy Command And we will own no God but thee Conduct and feed us as thy Flock And give us honey from thy * Rock Ejaculat. 77. Direct O God the Judges brest Preserve his hands his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guard him from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judg of others judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 78. Lord cast thine eyes upon thy Foes Confound their Troops that are combin'd Against thy Flock which thou hast chose Make them like chaff before the wind Defeat their plots with sudden shame That they may seek Jehovah's Name Ejaculat. 79. Lord teach mine eyes my will my heart To see to choose and to desire Thy beautious Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rays May light my Soul to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 80. O God remit thy Peoples Sin And shew the Sun-shine of thy Face Repress thy fury and begin T' inspire us with thy saving grace That Righteousness and Truth may meet And light our hearts and lead our feet Ejaculat.. 81. Great Spring from whence all mercy flows To them that trust and love thy Name Give me thy strength and then my Foes Shall see thy greatness and their shame Be thou my Way my Truth my Light So shall I live and dye upright Ejaculat. 82. Sion the glory of the Earth And Subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be â—ounded upon thy Foundation Of all delights I wish no other Then to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease â—â—â—e Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprize let friends forsake me Ejaculat. 84. Lord thou whose Mercy fails not those That build their trust upon thy Name Protect my Soul from all my Foes Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim So shall the remnant of my days â—â— crown'd in Peace and thou with Praise Ejaculat. 85. Eternal God before whose Eyes A thousand years seem as a day Direct our hearts and make us wise To use that time we cannot stay Send Joy to our sad hearts and bless Our prosp'rous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousands there Do dayly fall before mâ—ne eyes I will not faint I will not fear Beneath the wings of the most High Let me be guarded Lord by thee Then I 'le not fear nor faint nor flee Ejaculat. 87. Lord purge my Soul that I may learn To read my Fortunes by thy hand Let my instructed Soul discern That worldly bliss is
eyes Maintain thine honor 'T is not me The proud conâ—â—â—â—â— Great God but thee Ejaculat. 117. Lord give me a believing heart Though wanting strength I fear not man If thou be pleas'd to taâ—e my part Let malice do the worst it can Although in snar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger then a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my footsteps in thy wayes Quell thou the power of th' uniust That righteous hearts may give thee praise Do good to good men and encrease Their number plenty and their peace Ejaculat. 119. Lord we are Captives and we bow To Satans burthen every hour We sow in teares oh when wilt thou With Joy requite the weary sower So blesse my labours that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possesse oâ— what I crave Brings no content gâ—â—â—â— God to me If what I would oâ— what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it â—â—â—â—e Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant my fears within my brest That I may wallâ— thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my dayes Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Syoâ—â— glory Isâ—â—â—â— peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be alwayes Foes T' afflict the souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let 〈…〉 of thine Confound or â—â—re thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers to whom should I Implore but thee in my distresse For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fil'd with righteousness To thee O God my hopes shall flee My soul expects no help but thee Ejaculat. 124. Lord if mine eyes should look too high Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell Break thou the tumor curb mine eye Lest one grow fierâ—â— the other fell So shall my soul grow wise and flee From her own strength and trust in thee Ejaculat. 125. Lord let mine eyes not sleep untill I build thy Temple in my brest Take pleasure then and make it still The chosen palace of thy rest Let all her Foes be trodden down And let thy glory be her crown Ejaculat. 126. Lord we are several members joyn'd To make one whole whose head thou art Let all our thoughts but make one mind And give one body but one heart United souls of Saints appear The sweetest musicke in thine eare Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Lightn'd by thee may give us light Let their bright luster drive away All darkness from thy Courts by night Bless us and them that they and we May bless thy name first blest by thee Ejaculat. 128. Let every wonder that I see In Heav'n and earth and in the sâ—â—â— Advance sâ—me hâ—nâ—â— Lord to thee That didst and canst do whâ—t thou please Let others worship wood and stone My soul shall blesse thee Lord alone Ejaculat. 129. Good God where ere I cast mine eye On earth beneath or heaven above I see thy goodness and I spye Perpetuall pledges of thy love Thy favours through the world extend And of thy mercy is no end Ejaculat. 130. Lord if my tongue and busie quill Be not in Sions praise imploy'd Then let my hand forget henskill And â—â— my â—â—nguâ— for eâ—eâ—â—yâ—d Thy praise shal be my chief delight Whilst tongue can speak or hand can write Ejaculat. 131. Kindle O Lord my love with zeal Light my affections with thy flame Give my tongue courage to reveal The secret glory of the name Be thou my God in all distresse And let thy hand be my â—â—dâ—â—sâ—e Ejaculat. 132. Lord thou that mad'st me and do'st pâ—y Into the sâ—oâ—ors of my heart From whose all presence none can flye Nor hide them there but where thoâ—â—â—t Inform my soul inflame my brest And lead â—â— to eternall Rest Ejaculat. 133. Lord keep me from my self that am The greatest Foe I need to fear O cover thou my faâ—â— with sâ—â—â—â—â— And give my sins no dwelling here Subdue my flesh and then my Spirit Shall sing the praises of thy merit Ejaculat. 134. Lord when my grief shall finde a tongue To cry for help finde thou an care Whilst others seek to do mâ— wrong Make thou O God my conâ—ciâ—nâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— In those self-snares they haue prepâ—r'd Let my insnarâ—â—â— be insnar'd Ejaculat. 135. When winter fortunes cloud the brows Of summer friends when eyes grow strange When plighted faiths forget their vows When earth and all things in it change O Lord thy mercies fail me never Where once thou lov'st thou lov'st for ever Ejaculat. 136. Judge not my actions by thy Laws For then my sorrows are but just But let thy mercies plead my cause For in thy mercy is my trust Those that oppose my soul oppose I am thy servant they thy Foes Ejaculat. 137. What is there Lord what is in me To hope for safety from thy power What help can I expect from thee That merit vengeance every hour How great so ere my sins have bin Thy mercy's greater then my sin Ejaculat. 138. Great God whose kingdome hath no end Into whose secrets none can dive Whose mercy none can apprehend Whose justice none can feel and live What my dull heart can not aspâ—re To know Lord teach me to admire Ejaculat. 139. O Lord my iudgements dark and blind It cannot judge twiâ—t good and ill My will is captiv'd and confin'd It wants a freedome how to will Great Lord o pow'r great God of might Release my bands restore my sight Ejaculat. 140. Great God whose goodness doth repleate And fill our coasts with full encrease That feed'st us with the fat of wheat And glad'st thy Sion with thy Peace How more then others are our days Extreamly bound to give thee praise Ejaculat. 141. Shall frost and snow give praise to thee And shall my soul not bear a part Lord frost and snow appear to be Not half so cold as is my heart Shine glorious sun thy beams but felt My frost will thaw my snow will melt Ejaculat. 142. Great God to whom all praise belongs Whom Syon sings and Israel â—eaâ—s O stop those lusts that stop our tongues And fright thy glory from our eares Do thou enlarge what flesh retaâ—es And bind those Kings our lusts in chaines Ejaculat. 143. Lord season my unsavory spiâ—iâ— And bridle my too headstrong will That I may alwayes take delight In acting good and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O give me grace to understand My life is alwayes in thy hand Ejaculat. 144. Direct my steps Lord be my way And make thy patheâ— my sole delight That like a traveller I may Not fail to rest with thoâ— at night O me how happie and how blest Lord should I be in such a restâ— Ejaculat. 145. Lord let the morning of my griâ—fe Finde on t a night of lasting pleasure Thou art the God in my relieâ— In povertie thou art my treasure I care not Lord how poor I be Unto the world â—rich to thee Ejaculat. 146. Lord let thy sacred fâ—â—e thaw The Ice of my hard froâ—en zeal And let thy will be my known Law So shall my heart thy worâ—h reveal And with a haâ—â—â—ujous Song My tongue shal praise thee all day long Ejaculat. 147. Great King of Peace be pleas'd to send Thy Peace to our disteâ—pen'd Land O we are bad teach us t' amend And let not ruin be our brand Then shall our lavish lips deliver Our thanks in Peace to our Peace-giver Ejaculat. 148. If it be so that we must fight Lord make our crimes to prove our Foes For thou our God dost take delight To see such pleasant VVars â—â— those O may such waâ—s as these encreasâ— Untill our conquests end in Peace Ejaculat. 149. Lord let the praises of thy power Advance the power of thy praise Let every day let every 〈◊〉 Praise thee till 〈◊〉 fâ—il and dayes To thee all power and praise be given By Saints on Earth by Souls in Heaven THE END Isa. 43. 1. 2 3 4 5 6 7 * Psal 81. 16
breed a harmony within the sphere Of his blest Soul be circumspect and lay The best foundation hear what Heav'n will say Adams Petition to God Incensed Father of eternal light Permit a darkened Soul t' approach the sight Of thine incomparable eye unmask Thy anger clouded Soul and let me ask Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press My staggâ—ing Soul I know not whom t' address My apostare self unto but only thee Whom I offended Please to pity me I have no pleasing Sacrifice t' attone Thy wrathful Brest except a hearty groan That 's quadrupl'd with grief Oh deign to look Upon the lines of my all-blotted book Although I 'm full of most detested spots Yet Lord I know that thou canst read my blots Oh read them then and let thy mercies run With thy progressive eye I am undone If not forgiven Lord I thee implore To shew some mercy to me thou hast store Discipher all my sins and let them not Bâ—ar record in thy rouls but rest forgot Revoke this act of Death that I may sing Th' admired mercies of so blest a King Oh lift me up that now am thrown below Make not my Soul the Custom-house of woe Oh hear these bitter groans that I have spent And send some comfort from thy Parliament Gods Reply Thou skelleton of baseness hie thee hence Disturb me not return I say from whence Thou cam'st at first thou shalt as soon remove A mountain as my mind I cannot love No nor I will not nothing shall intreat My resolutions for my fury 's great Begone proud Rebel do not think thy prayers Thy vows thy groans thy sighs thy sobs thy tears Shall make my brest their receptacle No How can I be a friend to such a foe Surcease thy importunities let fall Thy high desires I will not hear thee call Thy sins have barr'd my ears I 'le not be won With thy base airy words for thou hast spun The thred of thy destruction therefore wear What thou hast labour'd for and so forbear T' intrench upon my patience 't is in vain To seek for that which thou shalt not obtain And is it thus that Heav'n will not regard My cries Ah me and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him whose tongue affords Nothing but grief involv'd with bitter words Alas alas what greater wo can crowd Into a brest then to be disavow'd By Gods high Voyce whose most enraged breath Darts forth the arrows of eternal death What shall I do Oh whither shall I run To hide my self until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy Oh whither shall I stray If I am silent then my silence turns My thoughts to fire If speak my speech returns Trebbl'd with wo into the brazen Tower Of my sad heart my language has no power To work upon his ears my words Banded and thrown against th' obdurate walls like balls Unyielding brest bounds back again and breaks Into my heart and every sorrow speaks A volume at a word yet yet must I Return unheard 't is misery to dye And pain to live thus in despair I draw The loathsom air Destruction knows no Law Grief rains a flood of doubt into my Soul Ah me I can do nothing but condole I am despis'd and if I bend the force Of my desires to him he will divorce All thoughts of pity and with rage re-double Th' unsum'd up sums of my infringing trouble I sail into the Straits both wind and tyde Prevail against me and I have no guide To pilate me unto the long'd-for Port Of pleasing happiness I am a sport To threatning Ruine whose presumptuous waves Out-dares my Soul whilst every blast enslaves My reeling Pinnace If I strive to go Towards Scylla Scylla will contemn my wo Alas in vain I can expect relief Scylla will bark at my unbridled grief Or if my head-long vessel chance to hit Against Charybdis I am torn and split Into ten thousand pieces Oh hard hap Thus am I tossed in Destructions lap Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul and audiate my cries I will not thus desist I must implore He that 's lost once sure can be lost no more Adams Petition to God Once more thou Metropolitan of all The spacious world I here presume to call Upon thy mercy Oh let me inherit The pleasing fruits of thy re-pleased Spirit I am thy fabrick oh some pity take Preserve the building for the Builders sake Clothe not thy brow with frowns but let thine eye That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty Reflect upon my sorrows Oh incline Thy willing ears to hear this grief of mine Oh do not say I shall as soon remove A mountain as thy heart thou canst not love Let not such harsh imbitter'd language flow Out of a mouth so sweet I know I know Thou art as good as great oh therefore bow Thy sacred ears to hear oh hear me now Bestow some scraps on me that have deserv'd Nothing but stripes for I have fondly swerv'd From thy Commands have committed treason Against thy Majesty Great God of Reason View my in-humbled Soul see how it lies Before thy sight a weeping Sacrifice I know thou knowst I am a hainous sinner Yet pity me that am a young beginner In this rich art of begging Do not slight My real prayers I know thou tak'st delight In being merciful oh let me not Return unanswer'd or my prayers forgot Oh hear the sorrows of my bleeding state Let my complaints make thee compassionate And let the fervor of my language turn Thy thoughts to pity quench these flames that burn My wasting Soul speak peace to me that find A civil war in my uncivil mind Oh I have tasted of thy hot displeasure Too much Ah shall thy vengeance know no measure â— Say 't is enough though Lord I must confess I have deserved more yet give me less Thus with a melting heart I end my Suit Ah me how bitter is forbidden fruit Gods Reply Thou bold fac'd Orator how darst thou come Before me or be otherwise then dumb Tell me how dat'st thou interrupt my brest I hate to see thee or hear thy Request Audacious wretch what has my Judgments made Thy heart grow peremptory Have I layd Too small a burthen on thee If I have I 'le lay a greater thou apostate slave I will not note thee nor I will not hear Thy words which have usurp'd my deafned ear Love thee for what be 't known sad wretch I scorn To love a thing so base so vile forlorn And if I cannot love how can it be That I can pity such a worm as thee I 'le neither love nor pity for my heart Is adamantine thou shalt feel the smart Of my displeasure Go my Soul disdains To look upon thee thou art fill'd with stains And smel'st too much of fruit to find respect Thou art the subject of my great neglect Thou art a barren soil nothing
with fire and name Himself I AM and make a bush to flame Without consuming He that can convert A Rod into a Serpent and not hurt He that can make his visage shine so bright That not a Moses can behold the light He that can strike a hand with leprosie And cure it in the twinkling of an eye He that can in a moment cut and break Tongue tying cords and make the dumb to speak He that can out of unregarded stones Raise unto Abraham many little ones He that can heal the Cripple with a touch And free him from the thraldom of his Crouch He that can cure the deaf and can expel A thousand Devils in despite of Hell He that can perfect what he first begun Expects that man should say Thy will be done Consider Man and thou shalt find it true 〈…〉 can do all but what he will not do Think not because thou art of low estate That he will scorn to love and love to hate Remember Dives whose unsum'd up store Improv'd so much until he prov'd as poor As ever Iob was Iob unhappy I To speak it he was rich in poverty Heaâ—'n made poor Iob so rich that Satans wealth â—â—uld purchaâ—â— nothing from him but his health And that corporeal too he could not boast His bargain for 't was Iob that purchas'd most Happy is he that can at last inherit Riches obtain'd by an impov'rish'd spirit We 'd better lick with Lazarus the crumbs Then gripe with Dives for Soul-damning sums Welth caÌ„not bride the flames yet scraps may feed The hungry wretch he that has wealth may need The crumbs of comfort David did condole Th' abundant famine of his hungry Soul Gods Love 's not mercenary to be sold For brain-distracting heart-confounding gold Hast thou not heard O Man the heav'nly cry Of him that says Ye that are poor come buy Come buy of me your pen'worth shall be such That for a little you shall purchase much Here 's Love that 's spun unto the smallest thred Tho thou want'st mony yet thou maâ—â— have bred Do thou but ask thou shalt not fail to have For God's more free to give then thou to crave Fear not to ask of him whose ready ear Before thy tongue can ask is apt to hear Heav'n loves the language of a broken heart And he will harken and with joy impart His love unto thee and his milk and wine Without the price of mony shall be thine Th' ingrated pris'ner whose dull tongue is whet With sharp'ned hunger will not fear to let His language fly to every ear that comes Within his audience and he always sums The totals of his grief in hungry words Whilst thousands pass along but few affords The blessing of an Alms perhaps they 'l grieve And seem to pity but will not relieve Yet will he not desist but hourly cry Bread bread for Heav'ns sake bread or else I dye Hard hearred Man why wilt thou not relent To hear thy brother almost hunger spent Craving thy succour Where 's thy love become Because th' art deaf ah woldst thou have him duÌ„b Or dost thou think because thy panch is fill'd He cannot hunger He that first distill'd Those mercies on thy head expects that thou Shouldst feed thy brother with a cheerful brow Say not thou canst not give thy treasure 's light But let thy heart record the widows mite So Hâ—aâ—'n will fill thy Cisterns to the brim And feed thy Soul because thou hast fed him Should the Grandfather of true Charity Pass by thy gates and here thee beg and cry And not relieve thee should he slight thy prayrs And scorn to take a survey of thy tears Wouldst thou not grieve and pine thy self to dust And almost say thy God was much unjust To turn away his ears from thy complaint And disrespect thy pray'rs and let thee â—aint For want of â—oâ—d Ah whither wouldst thou â—ly To feed thy famish'd Soul should Heav'n deny But ah he cannot for his melting Soul Is always free and willing to condole The sad conditions of distressed Man Who only strives to do but what he can To contradict him yet he 'l hear our grief In multitudes of mercy lies relief When our impris'ned Souls peep through the Of this corrupting Earth our God delates Himself unto us and he sends us meat From the rich store-house of his lofty Seat He hears and hearing pities pitying sends And sending blesses and with blessing ends Even as the Sun which every day surrounds The sublime Globe and pries into the bounds Of this darke Center lets his Beams reflect Upon a molehill with as much respect As on a Mountain for his glorious Beams Shine always with equivolent extreams Even so the great and powerful three in one That sits upon his all-inlight'ning Throne Does not deny to let his mercies crown The poorest Peasant with as much renown As the most stateliest Emperor though he Invests his body with more dignitie Yet he 's but earth and must at last decay For Prince and Peasant go the self-same way Their earth must turn to earth their Souls return To him that gave them or for ever burn There 's no distinction one infused breath Made them alike and both must live in death Or everlasting life both must commence Divines in Heav'n there 's no preheminence But all equality all must express With equal Joy their equal Happiness Rouze up dull Man and let thy wak'ned Soul Be vigilant oh let thy thoughts enroul The Love of God engrave it in thy brest That his resounding tongue may read thee blest O let thy sighs like Pens and let thy tears Like Ink transcribe the Love th' indulgent cares Of thy Creator that himself may find Within the unblotted volume of thy mind Himself recorded so will he imbrace Thy spotless Soul and fill thee with his grace Inclâ—â—â— thine cars and let thy heart rejoyce To â—ear the strains of his harmonious voyce Harken and thou shalt hear his Prophets sing Th' admired Mercies of thy glorious King Thus saith the great and ever-living One That rules the Heav'ns and governs Earth alone Thus saith the Lord that takes delight to dwell Amongst his Saints that formed Israel Created Iacob Let thy sorrows slee Out of thy brest I have redeemed thee 'T was I that made thy clouded visage shine And call'd thee by my Name for thou are mine I will be with thee when thy feet shall wade Thorow the waters I will be thy aid I 'le make thee walk thorow rivers and the waves Shall prove ambitious to become thy slaves And when thou walkest thorow the raging fire Th' unruly flames shall not presume to aspire Or kindle on thy garments I alone The Lord thy God and Israels holy one And thy dear Saviour that was always true Gave Egypt Seba and Ethiopia too To ransom thee for thou wert my delight And always precious in my gracious sight Honors were heap'd upon thee and
thou wert The tender love of my affecting heart Therefore even I that am well pleas'd will give People for thy dear sake that thou mayst live Fear not for I am with thee and I 'le stand In thy defence and my all-grasping hand Shall bring thy seed from the remotest places And fill thee with my satisfying graces My tongue shall call unto the North and say Unto the South Give and they shall obey Bring from a far my sons and daughters all Hear my loud voyce be active when I call I have created them and I proclaim They shall be call'd and honor'd by my Name I 'le usher forth the blâ—â—d and make them see The splendent Glories of my Majestic I'lâ— cuâ—â— thâ—deaf and make their hearts rejoyce To â—â—aâ— the 〈…〉 of my warbling voyce Thus hath our God unty'd the tongues and broke His Prophets lips thus have his Prophets spoke And wilt thou be O Man so much obdure Aâ— not to credit him that will assure Perpeâ—â—al happiness â—hâ—u canst not ask That which he cannot give do but unmask Thy shamâ—â—ae d Soul that so thou mayst discry 〈…〉 mercies with a faithful eye â—â—â—â—aut upon his pâ—omiâ—es advise With chine own thoughts let Reason make thee wise â—â—spâ—ct thy self weigh well tâ—ine own condition And thou shalt find thou waâ—t'st a good Physician â—o cure thy â—â—aculatâ—d Soul Alas Thou aâ—â— like water stop'd up in a glass So weakly fortily'd and fene'd about That one weak knock soon leâ—â— the prisâ—ner out Vain lump of vanity what can this â—irth Afford thy thoughts more then a shortâ—liv'd mirth A mirth that fills thee with deluding toys And like a Tyrant afterwards destroys Dot'st thou on Earth for what because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye Because her treasure Can cram thy bags Because her Sirens song Can ravish thee Because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury Because her charms Can court thee with delight Because her arms can pleasingly imbrace thee and imbost Thy heart with gold and lull thee when th' ast lost Thy self in sleep Is this the little All That this great world can boast of Must we call These things our pleasures No they 'l prove our cares Our golden fetters and our silken snaâ—es These are the Ioys we love these are the things That makes us fly with our Icariaâ— wings Up to Ambitions Court and there presume To gaze so long until our waâ—en plume Dissolve with heat and like presumptuous slaves Tumble our selves into the raging waves Of speedy Ruine Ruine 's all that we Must hope to obtain from Earths base treaâ—urâ—â— Le ts scorn her wealth and say O Earth thou art A painted Mistriss with a rotten heart Let 's hate to love that we may love to hate Th' unconstant glory of her sickle State Even as the subtle Crocodile prepares Her slatt'ring heart and eye-commanding tears To woo her prey to come within the power Of her command that so she may devour With more facility and make her Jaws To execute by her tyrannike Laws Even so this World whose Crocodile like eyes Are always slowing wanting no supplies Of gliding tears to wash the rugged faces Of her designs with falsifying graces That so she may by her too smooth delusion Make man the Author of his own confusion Frail slesh and blood how canst thou take delight To love this world that cannot give a mite Of comfort to thee but will still intrap And dayly lull thee in her lustful lap She 'l rock thy Soul to ruine and she 'l spawn Baseness into thee she 'l deceive and fawn Upon thy heart and with her guilded baits She 'l hook thy Soul unto the worst of Fates There 's nothing in her that deserves the name Of constancy her glory is her shame Smile at her tears for every drop she vents Harbors ten thousand thousand discontents Believe her not but when she speaks the best Believe the worst and if she promise rest Assure thy self of trouble if she chance To promise treasure let thy thoughts advance Above her promises contemn her dross For what thou gain'st from her will be thy losâ— Let not her wealthy Donatives perswade Thy heart t' accept when once thou art betray'd There 's no resistance They that well advise Before they act deserve the name of wise But they that study in her frantick Schools May prove her wise men but Heav'ns out-cast fools Ask her the way to Bliss Try if her skill Can give directions ask her if she will Fill thee with blest Eternity conjure Her helpless aid see if she can assure A safety to thee ask her if she can Prescribe a cure for a despairing Man Tell her thy Soul is sick thou canst not live A minute longer see if she can give A Cordial to thee see if she can heal A broken heart see if she can reveal Celestial Joys unto thee and impart A heav'nly comfort to thy grieved heart If so cheer up and prosecute thy mirth And say there is no other Heaven but Earth Do thus fond Man and thou sâ—ale quickly see A bassl'd World that cannot answer thee Bâ—t must be silent for she cannot pleaâ— For her own self she knows she cannot lead The way to Heav'n she 's but a bad Director A base Reliever and a worse Protector Thus shalt thou make her envy swell and burst And like the Basilisk discover'd first She needs must dye but if she should discover Thee first farewell th' art murthet'd by thy lover Then shalt thou heat the Soul amazing tone Of him that sieâ— on his immortal Throne Pronounce against thee at the dreadful day Of thy accounts thus shalt thou hear him say Depart ye cursed off-springs of a father As curst as you avoyd my sight go gather The fruits of your deserts you have forgot The God that made you and I know ye not See if the world within whose folding arms You always slept can quit thee from the harms That must ensue see if her slatt'ring power Can shelter thee from the o'â—â— flowing showre Of my fast dropping rage see if her brest Can entertain thee with eternal rest Begone begone my fury hates to see Such Miscreants had you remember'd me I now had known you had you made me eat When I was forc'd to importune for meat I now would blest you with celestial dyet And crown your Souls with everlasting quiet Had you but quench'd my raging thâ—â—st or gave A single drop that very drop should save Your death-adjudged Souls and you should â—up Abundant comforts from my streaming cup Had you sad sons of vengeance but supply'd My nakedness with garments when I cry'd And call'd upon your charity to send Relieve unto me I had been your friend Or had your more then marble hearts reliev'd M'impris'ned body now ye had not griev'd Had you you world affined Souls addrest Your selves unto me when I was opprest With ling'ring sickness then I would have fed Your Souls
which now are starv'd with heav'nly bread But since you have not done it unto those Which I esteem'd ye 'ave prov'd your selves my foes Therefore begone let darkness be your lot Learn to remember that ye have forgot My Mercies go and let my Judgments dwell Within your guilty hearts let black mouth'd Hell Plague you with torments let him always lash Your hearts with flames until ye howl and gnash Your teeth together go depart my sight And taste the fruits of everlasting night But as for you whose better deeds have found Acceptance in my heart ye shall be crown'd With unremoved happiness because Ye have obsequiously perform'd my Laws You fed my craving stomack and you cloath'd My naked body and you have not loath'd To visit me and when I was a stranger Ye took me in and guarded me from danger Go then my Lambs and let your Oratory Proclaim the greatness of your Fathers glory Go revel in my Courts no discontent Shall breed a faction in my Parliament I 'le pass an Act of Peace and it shall be Sign'd by the hand of my Eternitie My tongue shall stile you blessed and my voyce Shall raise your Souls and teach you to â—ejoyce Your unexcised pleasures shall abound To infinite your ravish'd hearts shall sound The depth of my delights all things shall move Within the sphere of uncontrouled Love Be well assur'd your pleasures shall be great Then fly from Judgment to my Mercies Seat And there rejoyce with a triumphant mirth My Love shall live with them that hated Earth Obdurate Man here here thou mayst discry Judgment and Mercy one to terrifie The other to perswade and yet wilt thou Prove adamantine and refuse to bow To thy Redeemer Canst thou ruminate Upon his Love and yet wilt not delate Thy Soul unto him Is thy brazen heart Impenitrable Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter Hast thou vow'd To stop thy â—ars Shall Mercy call aloud And thou not hear Shall thund'ring Judgments rattle About thy ears and yet wilt thou imbattle Against the Lord of Hosts Wilt thou invoke Perpetual Vengeance to intail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart What dost thou think Hell's voyd of flames or that thy God will wink At thine enormities Go rally all Thy thoughts together and discreetly fall Into a serious study Let thy mind Be absolute and really inclin'd To meditation contradict the rage Of thine own passion labour to asswage The fire of lust that so thou mayst behold With more serenety how manifold His mercies are that every day prevents The sad incursions of deprav'd events Think but in what a most defam'd condition Thy Soul was in before the grand Physician Of Heav'n and Earth spontaniously sent down A balm from his own Gilliard to crown The sons of grief Think what he did endure Before his wounds had perfected thy cure Remember how undauntedly he stood And sweat himself into a Crimson flood To ransom thee remember how his woes Were asperated by his raging foes Remember how his sacred temples wore A spiny Crown remember how it tore His sublime Front remember how they broach'd His brest with Spears and shamefully reproach'd His spotless fame remember how they nail'd His spreading hands remember how they seal'd His Ivory wâ—lls remember how they spawl'd Upon his face remember how they baw'ld And banded at his Agony whilst he Prov'd patient Martyr to their tyrannie Remember when he came unto the brink Oâ— death they gave him vinegar to drink Nay more because they vow'd to empty all Their poys'ned malice out they gave him Gall Oh bitter deed oh most abhorred Crimes Too nearly paralleld in these our times Thus having put a period to their plots They thought it good to cast their hellish lots For his I dare not say mean clothes I know They were our Saviours to whose worth we ow Perpetual thanks 't was his well finished breath Redeem'd our Souls from everlasting death Here 's Love O Man that does as far transcend Thy thoughts as thy deserts that Heav'n should send His Son and Heir to be incarnated And suffer death for thee that wert as dead As sin could make thee 't was for thy offence He dy'd Ah how how canst thou recompence Such high brâ—d Favors Favors unexpected Deserve to be imbrac'd and not neglected Do not rash Soul like Cleopatria nurse Imbosom'd vipers blessings prove a curse If once abus'd Ingratitude cuts off Th' intail of Love it is a shame to scoff At Benefactors after thou art fed Wilt thou contemn the hand that gave thee bread Wouldst thou not love that friend that should bestow A superâ—nuated crust and shew Respect unto thee when the ebbing Tyde Of Fortune runs so low that thou mayst ride Upon the sands of Poverty Fond Man Strive to be grateful study how to scan The mercies of thy God remember how He feeds thy Soul with Manna learn to bow Th' unruly thoughts with admiration think How often and how much imbitter'd drink Thy Saviour drank with what a doleful cry He beg'd of God to let that cup pass by But knowing that his pleasure must be done He proy'd himself his most obedient Son And wilt thou not â—â—y wretch drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him that drank a cup To sweeten thine thou need'st not fear or scorn To taste because Heav'ns sacred Unicorn Hath purg'd the waters and they must be sweet Except they 're reimpoys'ned by thy feet If so what wilt thou do where wilt thou find An Antidote for an invenom'd mind It is reported if the Spider chance To meet the obvious Toad they 'l both advance Then inward force and mutually proclaim An open War brave combitaâ—â—s of Fame And having 〈◊〉 their imbowel'd might Maâ—ch boldly on and both incens'd thy fight The Toad being heavy loaded cannot go Or wheel about like his encountring foe But keeps his ground and makes a small resistance The Spider scorning to be kept at distance Falls in upon him and with nimble rage Assaults his foe who now begins â—â—asswage His former fury and would fain retreat From his small foe whose strength is grown too great For opposition being thus distress'd He crawls away and with a crope-sick brest Seeks for relief and by and by discrys A Planton leaf within whose veins there lies A secret Antidote which did at length Expel his poyson and renew his strength Having disgorg'd himself he soon returns Into the camp where for a time he burns To be in action and at last he sees The crafty Spider creeping by degrees To seize upon him then his courage fails He knows not what to do his foe assails With all his might constraining him to yield The conquest and with shame to quit the field Then he begins to seek and hunt about To find the soveraign healing Planton out Which had before reliev'd him and supply'd His wants but that being gone he burst and dy'd Even so if Hells black Spider chance to crawl
should withdraw my love from thee How like a Map of well drawn misery Wouldst thou appear Be wise correct thy thoghts Neglected favors prove the greatest faults Take my instructions for 't is I must bring Content unto thee 't is a glorious thing To be immortal prethee Soul decline Thy former ways say shall I call thee mine Mâ—â—e mine thou art I 'le load thee with renown Let me but conquer thou shalt wear the Crown How pleasing are my Joys how full of peace Are all my ways my glories still increase I 'm great and good I take delight to win Distressed Souls and lead them from their sin I cannot choose but pity those that lie Upon the beds of sensualliâ—y My melting Soul is always free to give Comfort to them that study how to live Alas the care and trouble that I take â—s more for their content then my own sake My gates are always open they that venture To come to me shall with a welcom enter And when they call and cry I will appear My self unto them and rejoyce to hear Their sad complaints I will not hide my face From them that seek the glory of my grace I cannot be unconstant I must grieve To hear their sorrows and I will relieve I will be pitiful to them that trust In me alone I cannot be unjust I cannot no I cannot Earth shall move Sooner then I will falsifie my love I am eternal they that will endeavor To gain my love shall have my heart for ever Sou. T' is not your empty words shall make my brest Stoop to the flatt'ry of thy vain request Though I have ears to hear I have a mind That will not shake at the hard-breathing wind Of your discourse what you pretend for reason Is nothing but the froth of private treason T is not your multiloquious tongue can turn The Biâ—s of my Soul or make me spâ—â—n At holy Writs 't is not your fond conceit Of being good shall make me to retreat From Heav'ns Commands 't is not your promis d joys Can make me cheerful or your painted toys â—â—â— sure me to your fist 't is not the darâ— Of your vaâ—â— love can penitrate my heart 'T is not your seeming clemency can make My Soul to love you for your pities sake 'T is not your always-open gates that shall Intice my steps to your large Guilded Hall 'T is not your self-appearance shall invite My well-composed thoughts to your delight 'T is not your greatness that shall make me yield To your desires Religion is my shield I 'le neither fear nor love your rash evasions Nor give attendance to your smooth perswasions 'T is difficult to serve two Masters well Who strays from Heav'n must needs approach to Hell I am advis'd to shun the broad-path'd ways That lead to ruine what the Scripture says I must believe 't is dangerous to fly Without the wings of true divinity The Scriptures are my way my light my guide And they that go without them needs must slide The paths are strait in which I ought to run The course of grace until my days are done And they that change a virtue for a vice Deserve no fruit from Heav'ns blest Paradise Sat. Surcease those fond conceits thou dost but spin Thine own destructions and connive at sin Urge not the Scriptures for I dare maintain My paths are best and other ways are vain Thy Scripture-conscience will at last confound Th' amazed thoughts and give thy Soul a wound That hates a cure then shalt thou prove unblest Whilst others find the plainest road's the best Suppose thou wert I speak it for thy sake Mov'd by occasions forc'd to undertake A long-way'd journey wouldst thou not enquire The readiest way but run into the mire If thou shouldst act a crime so fouly bad Folly would stile thee fool and Wisdom mad Stray not into the wilderness of grief But come to me take courage and be brief In thy designs perswade thy self that I Am both thy light thy way and best supply In time of need I am thy prop thy stay Therefore resolve and trifle not away Thy thriftless Soul be not thy self-destroyer I 'le be thy Love and thou my Loves enjoyer Know that my real brest contrives no end But what may merit so divine a friend As thine own self Folly and Wisdom lies Before thy face be either fool or wise Protract no time but make a speedy choyce Thy welfare shall instruct me to rejoyce Observe my actions â—â—â—â—â—â— my 〈◊〉 Let 's know each other by exchange of hearts I 'le give thee â—â—â—ne and for my love restore Thine unto me grant this I 'le ask no more Be free to give as I am free to crave Th' adst better live my friend then dye my slave For if thou shalt deny what I desire I 'le make my bellows to advance the fire Of thy distress and sorrows shall corrode Thy stubborn heart and care shall make abode Within thy brest perpetuated grief Shall find a voyce but ramble from relief I 'le gripe thee till I make thee understand The fiery language of my furious hand Sighings and groaning sobs and tears and cries Shall be thy sad Concomitants thine eyes Shall stare upon well may I call them new And horrid lights such lights as shall renew Thy growing torments every thing shall be Thy fellow slaves in servile miserie I 'le yoke thee with distress nay and I 'le chain Thy struggling Soul with everlasting pain I 'le crow'd thee full of sorrows and I 'le double Thy unconceived uncontrouled trouble Whilst I triumphing I will sit aloft And be ador'd and scoff to see thee sâ—offt Pity shall be a stranger to my brest My care shall be to make thy Soul unblest The tydes of woe shall overflow thy thoughts And be equivalent unto thy faults Be sure that what extremity can be Thought worth the using shall be us'd on thee Now I have spoke if thou wilt not repent I 'le cease to speak and study to torment Sou. How full of poyson 's every word that flows Out of thy mouth what trust can I repose In such a flatterer I dare not try Oâ— throw my self upon thy courtesie I know thou canst not answer my request There is no trust in a self-praising brest If I should dive into the deep abyss Of thy black thoughts what glory or what bliss Should I discern Or if I should deliver My heart to thee thou'dst disrespect the giver Though at the first perhaps thou wouldst express A seeming-unbeseeming thankfulness Yet at the last I know thou wouldst decline Thy promis'd ways and stile me to be thine Fair words find easie passage they proceed â—ut from the tongue 〈…〉 crowns the deed Three things denotes a friend first to conceal A secret speech the next is to reveal A private good the last is to advise The safest way t' obtain an enterprise And he that can do this aâ— you pretend Deserves the tiâ—le of a real
friend But my Religion tutors me to say Nay and affirm You neither can nor may I 'm sure it is if Reason dare prove true One thing to speak another thing to do Your words are airy messengers which fly Into my ears and there enroul a lye Many untruths have broke the Common Goal Of thy foul mouth thou sayst thou canst prevail To make me glorious and thou canst encrease My Joys and crown me with eternal Peace Thou sayst th' art good and great that thy paths Lead to Salvation thou declarest thy Laws To be most just If all these things be â—â—ue I needs must call the Scriptures false or you Truth bids me tell thee boldly when thou cry'st Th' art great and good and rich and rare thou ly'st If thou art good and great pray tell me why Thou wilt behold so vile a wretch as I These things bespeak thee humble unto which Thou plead'st not guilty and if thou art rich How can it be that thou wilt condescend To feed my wants that am so poor a friend Strange is that charity which seems to shine From such a â—iabolick brest as thine If my belief could keep an equal pace With thy swift tongue how full of Faith Grace Should I appear Such Faith as would devast My wanton Soul and make me weep as fast It is impossible to find a Sion That has no Governor except a Lyon The Souls Petition to God Oh Heav'n I crave that thou wouldst keep me still From this most â—ile Progenitor of Ill Suffer him noâ— t' infold me in his arms â—r overcome me with his wanton charms Oh make my heart obdure that he may knock Upon my Soul as on a Marble Rock Be thou my Fort and then I shall endure His furious on-sets and repose secure Give me thy grace that I may be content Make me as strong as he is impudent Now let the spring-tyde of thy fierce desires Flow to the height thou shalt not quench my â—â—â—â— Know Satan know my heart reserves no place For thy abode I scorn thee to thy face The well-dy'd colours of my Soul declares Defiance to thee and my brest prepares To give thee battel strike I fear thee not Whose arm'd with Faith needs fear no Canon-shot What impious tongue is that which dares defie Sat. My power with so much boldness So. Wretch 't is I 'T is I infernal Traytor that will spend My strength to prove thou art a flatt'ring friend Sat. Move me to anger do and thou shalt find A courteous friend at last may prove unkind Have I not woo'd thee almost night and day To go to Heaven Sou. The quite contrary way Sat. Have I not labour'd like a watchful father To nourish thee Sou. Or like a Devil rather Sat. Have I not always taken great delight Sâ—ll To take away good gold and give me light Sat. How much nocturnal and diurnal care Have I sustain'd for thee Sou. True t' insnare Sat. Have I not been assiduous to a wait Upon thy pleasure Sou. And corrupt my state Sat. Have I not proffer'd all that can be given To a sick Soul Sou. To drive my Soul from Heaven Sat. Did I not promise to be true and just Sâ—ll Did I not say I 'd neither try nor trust Sat. Did I not promise that I 'd make thee wise Sou. Did I not say thou wert compos'd of lyes Sat. Did I not promise to encrease thy store Sou. Did I not say such wealth would make me poor Sat. Did I not promise to advance thy flame Sou. Did I not say thy honors were thy shame Sat. Did I not promise to uphold thy peace Sou. Did I not say such wars would never cease Sat. Did I not promise thee a Crown of life Sou. Did I not say that Crown would crown my strife Sat. Did I not promise thee eternal glory Sou. Did I not say that promise was a story Sat. Did I not promise I would give thee all Sou. Did I not say such promises were small Sat. Did I not tell thee I was great and good Sou. Did I not answer 't was in shedding blood Sat. Did I not tell thee that my ways were best Sou. Did I not answer that they were unblest Sat. Did I not tell thee that thou shouldst have joy Sou. Did I not answer such as would destroy Sat. Did I not tell thee that I did lament Sou. Did I not answer that I was content Sat. Did I not tell thee what a friend I 'd prove Sou. Did I not answer that I could not love Sat. Thus by fair terms â— labour'd to obtain Sou. Thus in â—oul terms â— told thee 't was in vain Sat. Then I begun to threaten thee with grief Sou. And then I fled to Heav'n and found relief Sat. I threatened to afflict thee with large pains Sou. I told thee such afflictions were my gains Sat. I told thee more then now I will express Sou. My answers made thee wish I had spoke less Sat. But now I see my real words can find No rest within the center of thy mind For 't is in vain to sow the seeds of life In a dead heart that is manur'd with strife I 'le therefore cease my importuning love I 'le shew my Serpent and keep close my Dove Do do thy worst vile wretch I 'le make thee know Griefs abstract and the quintessence of woe I 'le load thee with extremities thy brest Shall always crave but find no place of rest Had but my grave advice receiv'd a place Within thy heart thou hadst been fil'd with grace But now the inundations of thy trouble Shall overflow thee and I will redouble My new-contrived plagues I 'le make thee feel My melting heart is now transform'd to steel Thy tongue shall like a bolt of thunder roul And roar within thy mouth thy sulphurous Soul Shall flash forth lightening and thy blood-red eyes Shall blaze like Comets in the troubled Skies Thy teeth shall gnash as if they scorn'd to be Concomitants in so much miserie Oh how I 'le carbonado every part And sill thy body with increasing smart Thy Soul shall lure for death but that shall hate To pierce upon thee and contemn thy state Life shall be still incroaching but thy breath Shall scorn that life and hate it unto death Thy flesh shall drop forth brimstone and thy bones Shall court each other in their crackling tones Horror shall be thy watchman curses shall Possess thy tongue one torment still shall call Upon another when thy voyce shall cry But for a drop Confusion shall reply No no thou shalt not if a golden Myne â—ould buy a drop that drop should not be thine Then shalt thou say if thou hadst been at first Advis'd by me thou hadst not been accurst Thus in this sad Dilemma shalt thou roar And crave my succour but I 'le not deplore Thy woful state because thou wert averse To goodness after folly comes a curse Then shalt thou know and find
I will exile All thoughts of pity and I 'le rather smile Then grieve at thy distress ah know 't is hard To force an entrance where the gates are bar'd Fond Soul be serious let thy thought reflect On my indulgency and give respect Unto my elâ—mency believe I will â—e good to thee do but forsake thy Ill Forsake forsake that evil which will turâ— To thy destruction do not do not burn The precious fuel of thy chaste desires In idle wanton all consuming fires The Post of Time is swift and knows no stay 'T is time to go when Reason calls away Protraction 's dangerous it is not good To strive with that which scorns to be withstood Then do not thou procrastinate but take This opportunity do but forsake Thy former ways and readily incline Thy self to me and I will make thee shine With so much lustre that all eyes shall gaze Upon thy brightness and admire with praise Oh may my language teach thee to believe That so my torments may not make thee grieve In utter darkness that thou mayst imbrace Those glories which adorn my peaceful place Repent dear Soul repent what thou hast done Then call me father and I 'le love my son Thus having told thee all I 'le here desist Be thou more apt to yield then to resist Sou I find I find you first inflict a wound And then with balsom strive to make it sound You 'l make me smile at first but after groan One hand incloses bread the other stone I fain would take the bread but that I stand In fear and danger of the stony hand Therefore to shun all danger I 'le despise Your fond advice and practise to be wise If all should prove that you have told me true I know the best and worst that thou canst do As for your threatnings they shall not disturb My peaceful thoughts my faith shall be their curb Urge me no more but let me rest in quiet Strong is that stomack can disgest thy diet Sat. And is it so will no perswasions work Upon thy thoughts Those pregnant crimes that lurk Within thy brest will like to Scorpions gnaw Thy groaning heart such sorrow knows no Law But since thou wilt not be advis'd expect To find reward as I have found neglect Ah why fond wretch why dost thou thus provide Thy feeble self to strive against the tyde Alas alas why art thou lull'd asleep In follies lap Rouze up for shame and weep For thine infirmities be not thus cross To him that would preserve thee from a loss 'T is time to cast away the works of night And cloath thee with the shining robes of light Sou. If your strong Oratory had the skill To make me yield to your unsatiate will It were enough what more could you desire Then a bad period to your bad desire But stay bold friend I 'le meditate and see What fruit will spring from thine infernal tree Sat. What must I stay vile wretch till you dispute And prove the goodness of my pleasing fruit Must I be always waiting on the train Of your desires and spend my time in vain No no I will not for it is unfit I should attend if you will not submit Th' incensed fury of my spirits burn To be in action I will not adjourn A minute longer go and hug thy vice Thou lov'st the bargain but abhor'st the price Urge me no more away I have forgot All thoughts of friendship and I know thee not And here I leave thee to the lawless power Of thine own passion cursed be that hour that brought thee forth if all this will not do May all men curse thee and I 'le curse thee too Sou. And can the spring of thy affections find So soon an Autumn Canst thou be unkind With so much ease And can your real brest As you so call 't be so soon dispossest Of love and patience Oh how bad and strange Is the effect of such a sudden change 'T is disputable for I know not whether Anger or policy or both together Wharâ—t thee to these extreams Well then pursue Thine own deâ—iâ—â—s and I will bid adâ—e To all thy follies yet my heart begun T' expand it self before the glâ—â—'ring Sun Oâ—â—hy perswasions if thy sharp'ned rage I â—â—d â—ot so soon exploded me the stage I 〈…〉 I fear I had before this hour Bâ—â—n prostituted to thy tameless power Bâ—â—gone begone but stay hark â—atan hark Go bâ—â—st you shot but fairly miss'd the mark 〈◊〉 Why dost thou bid me go I 'm sure you speak 〈…〉 in â—â—st thou Wâ—lâ— not break 〈…〉 of 〈…〉 though thou hast exprest Thy 〈…〉 theâ—â—â—â—â—â— jâ—st 〈…〉 goâ—d 〈…〉 which lâ—ve in thâ—inner places 〈…〉 with graces 〈…〉 and câ—y 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 ' d 〈…〉 〈…〉 fire 〈…〉 〈…〉 â—ain 〈…〉 〈…〉 Above all sense when Reason finds divorce The tongue proves subject to a headlong course What I have spoke observe and thou shalt find Proceeded from my passion not my mind The misconstruction of a word may make The dearest friends â—o vary and forsake The plains of friendship though their hearts are â—râ—â— From the curst evils of Inconstancy Therefore mistake me not nor do not thou Construe my words with an incensed brow Smile on me then and cheerfully impart The loving chidings of a friendly heart Then shalt thou see with what a willing arm I will conduct and guide thee from all harm Believe me Soul I am not come to scatter Uncertain stories but a real matter What I hold forth unto thee is the stem Of a pure heart thou art the only â—â—m Shall grow upon it come and let 's combine I shall rejoyce to see thee prove divine Sou. The Bias of thy Love runs now so strong That I much fear 't will not continue long I find I find thou hast the art to sail With any wind thou labour'st to prevail But t is in vain for know I 'le â—â—ust thee not My zealous heart is â—eaâ—â—ul of a plot I cannot be so foolish as to trust Without assurance that thou wilt be just Wilt thou be true speak with a real breath Sat. I will be just beleeve me unto death I will I will oh may I never be True to my self if I am false to thee Sou. If thou art just and constant tell me where Thy seat is plac'd and who is Prince of th' â—ir Be true in this and thou shalt find that I According to thy answer will reply Sat. I 'le tell thee then because I 'le now fulfill The vast desires of thy enquiring will Where my refulgent Seat is plac't prepare Thy ears to hear I 'le speedily declare The large extent of my unbounded grace Cannot be comprehended in one place Because I am immortal unconfin'd To time or place I live in every mind That 's truly real and not disagreeing To my known Laws I have no local Being The World 's a spacious Body I the Soul Which lives in every part compleat and
whole Thus this dispute is easily decided For what 's immortal cannot be divided Nay more because I 'le fill thee with content I say I 'm Prince of every Element Therefore of Air Now if thou canst enquire Any thing moâ—e I 'le answer thy desire Sou. Before I suffer my swift thoughts to slide Into more questions I 'le be satisfy'd In what is past If so it be you have No local Being how then will you save Those Hosts of Souls which you intend shall be Seal'd with the Signet of Eternitie Did you not tell me that your peaceful Seat Was rich sublime and without measure great If thus it be as 't is exprest by you 'T is more then strange that 't is not local too Clear but this doubt and thou shalt quickly find Those duties that attend an honest mind Flow from my brâ—st till thâ—â— I 'le â—â—st in 〈◊〉 As you perform so shall my love encrease Sat. Ambiguous Soul why dost thou thus connive At thine own follies Why dost thou deprive Thy self of comfort comforts that will heal Th' exulcerous sores of thy distemper'd weal Why art thou thus inquisitive the thing That thou desir'st â—o know if known will bring Small satisfaction to thy dubiours brest He 's wise enough that knows he shall be blest If you enquire in such a doubtful case You 'l lose your rest in seeking out the place Surcease thy thoughts and do not proudly knock Thy self in pieces now thou knowst the rock Pry not too far let secret things alone My Zodiack has more signs then must be known 'T is not the Heav'n of Heav'ns that can contain Me the Creator and my glorious train I am even what I please and I will be Even where I wil So. Wher 's that Sa. What 's that to thee The knowledg of my Seat does no way tend To thy Salvation therefore cease to spend Such truitless thoughts cast by this needless care Learn to know what I am no matter where Sou I must confess it is not good to pry In things that suit not the capacity But seeing 'twas your pleasure to express So much of friendship I made bold t' address My self unto you pardon then my crimes You know that wisest men may doubt sometimes Your weights are light or else your courage fails You have not strength enough to turn the scales Of my affections yet you had almost Droven my ill-man'd ship upon your Coast The winds of your perswasions rage and roar Within my brest I cannot find a shoar For my desires I 'm tost from wave to wave And am become a most distracted slave Those heav'nly thoughts which formerly frequented The closet of my brest are now prevented By base-bred fancies fancies that arise From a foul brain and makes me to dispise Almost my self I know not what to do I dare not oh I dare not yield to you And yet I hardly can believe thou wilt Burthen thy conscience with so foul a guilt As to betray me sure thou art more kind Then to abuse a well-affected mind But yet I dare not trust a Soul-pursuer Because thou kill'st when thou pretend'st to cure I reel I reel if not sustain'd I shall Receive a sudden and a deadly fall What shall I do in this deplot'd condition I fear I fear I 've lost my best Physician Try Satan try and see what may be done For a sick Soul that foolishly has run Beyond it self oh see what thou canst do To give me ease and then I 'le call thee true Sat. Now Soul I love thee rouze bid grief depart Thou hast the symptomes of an honest heart Methinks I could with much content afford To say thou speak'st a Christian at a word Cheer up and know that many troubles wait Upon the changes of an ancient State The work of Reformation alway brings Trouble at first but afterwards it sings Anthems of Peace whose fortunate event Will more then countervail thy discontent He that has spent the treasure of his days Under one roof has reason to dispraise The troubles of removing yet at last When his defatigating cares are past He may declare himself to be a debter To fortune and confess that life the better Even so mayst thou dear Soul hereafter say Blest be that hand which led thee from the way And paths of Ignorance although at first â— 'T is often known beginnings are the worst Thou feel'st a private nakedness within Because thou hast uncloth'd thy self of sin Although I must confess there cannot be A 〈…〉 in nature yet in thee There is an 〈…〉 and most be still For what is empty craves a time to till If he whole stomack hath sustain'd the rage Of sharp'ning hunger should at first asswage His appeâ—â—ce with sulness would it not Produce a â—uâ—sere and impose a bloâ— Upon his wisdom raâ—â—ing such a stâ—â—fe Within his 〈…〉 that his â—â—â—e Would be endanger'd Therefore learn by rote That moderation is the chiefest note In all my Gammut none can sing so high A note as moderation only I. If I should let thee make too large a meal Of my rich Joys at first I should reveal Too much of folly for if thou shouldst take A surfeit at the first It needs must make Thee fear nay hate to entertain my diet 'T is better far to spare at first then riot Moreover should I let thee taste thy fill At first I know the reins of thy fierce will Would scorn a hand 't is dangerous to trust Presumptions spur can never want for rust Come Soul let Reason rule thee do not stain Thy well-dy'd judgment 't is a greater pain To fear then suffer come I long to see Thee wanton with me in Eternitie Then doubt no more resolve and let 's away There is no greater grief then to delay A happiness be well inform'd of this Procrastination is a foe to Bliss Sou. Thy words imposthumate my heart I feel A greater pain then ever Ixions wheel Knew how to inflict extremities still crowd Into my thoughts my sorrows call aloud And none will hear what shall I do for I Unworthy am to live unfit to dye Except thâ—all ruling power above will please T' inspect my Soul and furnish me with ease To whose blest ears I 'le recommend my suit My sorrows will not let my tongue be mute Great Auditor of groans oh let my cries My sighs my tears invite thine ears thine eyes To bear and view me for I must confess My crimes are great and I am nothing less Then what is least alas and nothing better Then what is worst oh pardon me thy debter I 'm tost with grief and know not where to steer My shipwrack'd self but still my sins appear Before my face whose looks almoâ—t affright And make me start into eternal night What shall I do or whither shall I dee That am an allen Lord except to thee From thee leannâ—â— and I am â—â—o vile To come unto thee having made â—â—poâ—l Or those
with a elog Grows siâ—râ—â—r with restraint and stands in awe Of nothing but his master to whose law He must submit and keep within his list For fear will not permit him to resist But if some wandring passenger should chance To walk along he quickly would advance His watchfull head and running too and fro From place to place he tuggs but cannot go Beyond his bounds but labours still in vaine With fruitlesse biting of his sensless chain To free himself but when he finds his strength Is not sufficient to out-go the length Of his well-fastned chain he soon devides His sharp-fang'd jaws and bauls until his sides And lungs are weary then he runs the round Until he layes himself upon the ground VVhere he remaineth much displeas'd and vext Seeming to threaten ruin to the next So you hels tyâ—dog if thou couldst but strain And quit thy self from heaven's fast-holding chain VVhat Soul could scape thy jaws or be possest Of lasting peace or comfortable rest How sad how miserable had it been For patient Job had but thy pow'r been seen Upon his heart but Heaven that will controul In spight of malice chain'd thee from his soul Alas alas thy chain is not so long To reach a soul nor is thy pow'r so strong To break it at thy pleasure thou mayst baul And bark forth envie but not hurt at all If thou art God as thou pretendest why Why dost thou suffer such a thing as I T' expostulate so long and dost not show Thy judgments in my speedy overthrow Sat. It is my goodness and not thy desert That breeds for bearance in my tender heart Alas alas what honor would acrue To me in conquering such a thing as you I could within a moments time asswage But that my clemencie out-vies my rage Thy swelling fury for I could discharge Vollies of wrath and easily inlarge Thy restless torments I could make thee run Like morning mists before the rising sun Out of my presence If I should but say The word begon ah lasse thou couldst not stay But ah I cannot for I hate to haâ—me Love guides my strength that strength guids my arm Even as the Sheepheard with be-dewed locks Watches the feeding of his harmless flocks For fear the bold-fac'd wolf should chance to peep Into the coasts of his beloved sheep And like a â—awlesse Tyrant soon commence Against those Emblems of pure innocence A bloody action which would soon incite The Sheepheards grief to see so sad a sight So I th' eternall Sheepheard dayly watch My wel-fed Lambs for fear Hels wolf should catch Or fright not being fearfull to be bold My gentle flocks from their delightfull fold I am beloved and mine own will own My sacred Name my voyce is not unknown Unto my Sheep they alwayes will be all Firmly obedient to my chearfull call For which obedience they shal finde reward Nay such a one as alwayes shall accord To their desires thrice happy shall they be In truly calling and in owning me To be their Sheepheard nothing can more please M' indulgent soul then such dear slocks as these I will preserve them and no wolt shal dare To seize upon them or presume to reare Their downy fleeces nothing shal be nearer Unto my heart and nothing shal be dearer In my affections for I wil affect Even where and when I finde a true respect What strange contusions hath thy language bred Sou Within my serious thoughts how hast thou fed My ears with slatt'ries but it is in vaine Because my heart hath vow'd not to retain Thy fain'd expressions nothing shall remove My love from God nor nothing make me love Thy wretched self then be content and cease To urge my mind or interrupt my Peace Go do thy worst And when that worst is done Sit down as wisely as thou hast begun Sat. Art thou resolv'd VVell then let vengance light Upon thy cursed head begon thou mite Nay lesse of goodnesse go make hast t' inherit Those plagues that waite upon so damn'd a spirit Sou May this be cal'd a farewell if it be The self same farewell must attend on thee I hate nay scorn to bid farewell to you Tâ—is charity enough to bid 〈…〉 The Souls Thankefulness and Request to God MOst gracious God I having lately felt The servont of thy mercies needs must melt Into a thankfulnesse Ah should I be Ungratefull to so blest a God as thee 'T were pitty ah 't were pitty that the ayre Should give me breath or thy fierce hand forbear To throw me headlong to the deep abisâ— Of speedy ruin where no comfort is Oh glorious Lord be pleased to inflame My heart with raptures to extoll thy name Alas I 'm weak and if thou shouldst deny Thy ayde nothing could be more weak than I If thou wilt help me I shall be so strong That nothing can prevail to do me wrong Lord I am blind oh therefore let thy light Expell those clouds that thus ecclips my sight Be thou my guide my strength my sight my way Oâ— else being weak I shall or fall or stray Oh leave me not but as thou hast begun To shew me mercy let thy mercy run VVith my desires and grant that I may be A true forgetter of all things but thee And rather then I should forget thy call Oh let me have no memory at all Wean me oh wean me from this nursing earth Make it my sorrow and thy Throne my mirth Let every morning make me know and say Thy Laws are Just or let me know no day Let every ev'ning make me take delight â—n thy commands or let me know no night Inspire my heart O God and make it lad Always in thee or make it alwayes sad If thou affict'st me make me understand Thou hast a storming and a calming hand If Poverty oppress me whilst I live Oh let thy mercy send me friends to give Or if thy goodness please to send me store O give me grace to think I may be poor It matters not O Lord how poor I be Unto the world if I am rich to thee If I am hungry â— be thou my meate If I am weary â— be thou my seate Or if I feast O Lord be thou my guest If I am restlesse Lord be thou my rest If I am thirsty Lord be thou my spring If I am subject Lord be thou my King If I have virtue make me dote upon her If Honorable be thou my honor And if I cannot know that which I would Be pleas'd to make me know Lord what I should Then shal my ready lips expresse and show I know no more then thou wouldst have me know My unty'd tongue shal evermore proclaim Th' attendant glories of thy sacred Name The sacrifice of yâ—â—icked is an abomination to the Lord â—â—â— the 〈…〉 of the â—pright is his delight Pro 15. 8 Divine Ejaculations I. GReat God whose Scepter Rules the earth Distill thy fear into my heart That being rapt