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heaven_n	day_n	earth_n	firmament_n	2,551	5	11.8366	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16534	A spirituall hymne or The sacrifice of a sinner to be offred vpon the altar of a humbled heart, to Christ our Redeemer. Inverted in English sapphicks, from the Latine, of the reverend, religious, and learned divine, Mr Robert Boyd of Trocborege. By Sr William Mure yo: of Rowallane knight. By whom is also annexed a poeme, entituled Doomes-day. Containing, hells horrour, and heavens happinesse.; Roberti Boddii a Trochoregia Hecatombe christiana. English	Boyd, Robert, 1578-1627.; Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657.	1628 (1628)	STC 3445; ESTC S116400	16,452	60

downe the Serpents head To wretched Man didst pittie plead Way leading to the Skyes 25 Oh what had beene our fearefull fate Deare soules Redeemer what our state Of ire what hudge inunding spaite had quenchde our of-spring weake Without thee Lord hells preys of late Who mongst thy saints didst vs relate And mounting heauens with glorie great deathes brazen barres didst breake 26 Who saues vs in the day of ire When all shall bee refinde with fire Who with thy Sp'rit dost vs inspire Arls of eternall Life Thy SP'RIT of peace our pledge our hyre Who all vnites of thy empire To Thee our Head our soules desire for ever shunning strife 27 His seuen-fold grace doth vs defend From snares the World the flesh forth send From Fiends infernall which doe bend theirs pow'rs 'gainst Thine by night Which flie like pestes by day in end On winges with faith and hope empen'd Heauens starrie circuits wee transcend by vertue of his might 28 Hee who eternallie foorth came With Father and with Sonne the Same Third branch joynd with that twofold stream witnesse on earth to beare By him confirmde wee accesse claime To Gods hie Throne with feare and shame Brought low by him wee doe proclaime Abba O Father deare 29 He sending vp a secreet grone Doth penetrat Gods eares anone No wordes no cryes can reach his Throne nor speedier pierce the skies He doth vnsyle the eyes alone Of soules sincere to them is showne The lawes hid sense● Hee doth enthrone the lowe the proud despise 30 Soules languishing his grace revives To wandring steps hee regresse gives The falne liftes vp deathes throe's releiues by warme light of his flame The hardest heart of flint hee reaves For iubjects Rebells home receiues Subdues the stubburne that believes no hardnesse breedes him shame 31 Ev'n as perfumes which most excell Worke on weake sents and doe dispell All former loathings So befell Thy Saints the Virgines deare How soone thy Names sweet fragrant smell Was powred foorth all prostrate fell Who gainst Thee did before rebell Thy yoke now gladly beare 32 O let this dewy showre descend Of thy sweet Oyle that We in end That Rocke of safetie may ascend admitting no retreat Conduct vs who on thee depend Life-giuing essence vs defend Who here our days in dangers spend which vs each moment meete 33 Lead vs poore Pilgrims vnexpert Our Compasse Pilote Pole who art Through this inhospitall desert this vaile of bitter teares Where perill lurkes in euerie part Where Asps their poys'nous stings forth dart Whose plaines no pleasures else impart but scrotching drought and feares 34 Lead vs those rivers to frequent Where milke and honey yeelds content O! euer blesse with good event the wrestlings of thine owne Till comming in the firmament Unlookt for by earths trembling tent When times last Period shall bee spent Thy glory thou make knowne 35 That Day shall rest Heauens rolling spheares Earthes refluous tumults deathes pale feares O day which neuer night outweares Night by no day displac't Then to the source floods course reteires Time lurking then no more appears Hid in the vast abysse of yeares from whence it first did haste 36 O day which doth all blesse impart To all who vpright are in heart O day of horrour full of smart to all of sprite impure Day which shall sobs of saints convert In songes of Joy Day which shall dart Wrath on the wretcht who then shall start wak'd from their sleepe secure 37 That Trumpets terrifying sound That day their ears their souls shall wound In sine deepe Lethargie long drownde to heare a fearefull doome Whose noise whose murmurings profound Shall call what e're earths limits bound Or who in floods o'rewhelmde are found hid in the Oceans wombe 38 Who cheardare with the Worlds bright Eye ●nvest'd yet with mortalitie Or whose dead ashes scattered flie dispersde through earth or aire ●his dayes sharpe tryall all must see ●sentered once lifes miserie ●ea babes which scarce yet breathing bee must at this found appeare 39 When flammes shall furiously confound Lightning thy glorious Throne around What e're shall bee their object found in this inferiour Frame Shaking the World ev'n to the ground Razde from its center laid profound Dissolving what earths fabricke crownde with greatest Arte or fame 40 The Suns cleare beames clouds shall enfold Starres losse their light earths pride controld What Earthlings did most pretious hold records of wit of strength Shall with this mouuments rare mold More quicklie melt than can bee told All this great All shall as of old a Chaos turne at length 41 Then when the screiches and frightfull cryes Of such Gods wrath as vnderlyes Encrease the noise of rushing skies of earthes disjoynted frame Hee makes divorce that 's only wise The damned goates hee doth despise Poynts out his lambes whose sinfull dyes hee pu●gde with bloody streame 42 When blessed soules shall fred of feare Thy Throne encircling Thee draw neare As dayes comforting Beame the spheare the Orbe of purest heauen The clouds transcending shining cleare Thy footsteps streatched foorth to beare Those trembling bands shall streight reteare downe to the Center driven 43 Trembling to heare the thundring noise Of thy three-forked fearefull voyce Which streight their soules with sad annoyes with terrours strange shall pierce Hence hence yee cursed hells convoyes Who of this Portion earst made choyse In chaines of darknesse end your Joyes amidst hells furyes fierce 44 Goe curst for aye exy●de from light From hope from rest from all delight Where wormes ne're dying wrath and spight gnashing of teeth and teares ●then what horrour what affright ●hall on those hopelesse prisners light ●ebarrde eternally his fight who on the throne appeares To the right Vertuous and WORSHIPFULL THE MUSES Deare Minion St. W. MVRE Knight Author Epigram WHen thy sweet Sophoclean straines I read Motions of Love and Admiration breed Within my breast for thy soule-charming Songes To whom the Laurell as thy due belongs Haue rais'de in Mee hotte flammes of kinde Desire That I must love Thee still and still admire Thy glorious choyse and with deserved praise Stirre vp thy Muse a higher flight to raise Well dost Thou now disclaime that Dwarfling fond And builds thy Thoughts vpon a divine ground Walter Forbes DOOMES-DAY Containing HELLS horrour and HEAVENS happinesse By Sr WILLIAM MVRE yo of Rowallane Knight 1 BUT now my Sprite refresht a space Forbearing pressed steppes to trace Aspires aboue the vulgare prease to raise a second flight I feele my bosome peece and peece Warmde with vnusuall flammes Giue place Eare-charming fancies Artes disgrace affoording false delight 2 Thoughts which aboue the spheares inclyne Wings furnish to my weake engine If Thou O Lord the Horne of Thine in mee this Rapture wrought Bee present by thy power divine Grant in my

suffring for thy sins soule staynes Flammes lashing whips rackes fyrie chaynes tormenting outward sense Of all most terrible remaines Losse of Gods face while thou sustains O hell of hell O paine of paines still to bee banisht thence 29 But when thou hast as many yeares Those tortures felt as shyne in sphears Lights fixt and straying eyes haue teares or waves the azure Plaine No nearer are their end those feares Ever beginning which thou beares No change abates no date outweares thy euer pinching paine 30 O dying life O living death O stinging fyre blowne by Gods breath O boyling lake no ground which hath destroying nought it burnes O overflowing flood of wrath Which damned soules are drencht beneath O pit profound O woefull path whence Entrer ne're returnes 31 Sweet Reconciler Prince of peace Who pittying Mans most wretched cace Didst hellish agonies embrace in soule in bodie shame Let mee in those extreames finde grace Illightned by thy glorious face Rankt mongst thy Saints the elect race whose wayes thou didst proclaime 32 O! let me safe protection plead Unto my soule which full of dread Hanges ouer Hell by lifes fraile threed conservde but by thy might That when heauens whence it did proceed Its separation have decreed With Noahs Doue Thou mayst it lead there whence it first tooke flight 33 Oh how it longes on winges to rise Secure from sins contagious dyes Endenizde citizen of skies with Thee for aye to rest Oh how it doth the Jayle despise In fleshes fetters it wh●ch tyes And lets it to enjoy the pryse with which thy Saints are blest 34 For Thee I thirst O living spring Pure source of life who guides faiths wing By flight to reach the hyest thing to compasse things most hard When shalt Thou mee from danger bring To Port of peace my God my King Blest giver and the gifted thing rewarder and reward 35 When shall J from exile set free My native home my country see When one immortall Pineons flie that holy Citie reach Whose streetes pure gold gold buildings bee Walls stones most precious beautifie Ports solide Pearles Guests neuer die whose peace no paines empeach 36 Eternall spring shrill Winter gone This Climate constant makes alone Nor flamming heate nor frozen Zone distemper heere doe breed From Lambes sweet breath on glories throne Enstalde are balmie odours throwne Time hath no turnes heere change is none no seasons doe succeed 37 Pale envy emulation spight Nor death nor danger heere affright Heere hopes nor feares nor false delight in sublunarie toyes No Lampe dartes foorth alternat light The Lambes sweet face here shines ay bright Which of the Saints doth blesse the sight who doe in him rejoyse 38 Heere simple beautie scorneth Arte Rose-cheeked youth old ages dart Joyes perpetuitie impart no warre disturbs this peace O this Gods Palace royall arte Preparde in these with all desart For all that vpright are in heart ere light did paynt heavens face 39 Thou by whose pow're the spheares are rol● Earths hanging Orbe who dost vphold Great Architect King vncontrold Lord of this Universe E●stalde heere on a Throne of gold Dost diamantine scepter hold Givest Lawes to earth hence dost behold how wights below converse 40 If heere such eye-enchaunting sights Amazing beauties choise delights This Mansion low of dying wights Earths brittle Orbe adorne What wonders then what glorious lights Must beautifie those reachlesse hights Thy blest aboade which dayes which nig● vicissitude doth scorne 41 If these such admiration breed What Thou who didst heauens Curtain sprea Earth stayde midst aire that it doth neede its weight nought to sustaine Who full of Majestie and dread Of intellectuall pow'rs dost plead Attendance on thy face which feede O ever blessed traine 42 Archangels Angels clothde with might Thrones Cherubs Seraphins of light Princes and Powers all shining bright Dominions vertues pure With beames that sparkle from the sight ●nflamde which flie no other flight But satiat rest rapt with delight which doth for aye endure 43 O sweet societie how blest They who these orders haue encreast From labour free in peace who rest surpassing humane sense Where blesse where glory doth invest Apostles Martyres and the rest Of holy Saints with tortures prest to death in Trueths defence 44 The Patriarchs Prophets Lights divine Cleare starres on earth bright suns here shine Heere all the elect hoast deathes line which yet haue ouerpast Incorp'rat to their Head incline One way Joyes common all combine This band no discord can vntwine loue doth eternall last 45 Of glorie 'mongst these bands elect Degrees there are but no defect Full vessells all none can expect more than the lest containes Mans heart no pleasure can project But greater doth from hence reflect One cause in all workes one effect of measure none complaines 49 O Joyes my drossie sprite which wing Upwards aboue the spheares to spring Times Father where thy praises ring which Saints which Angels raise Where all around Thee in a ring Heau'ns hoasts high Allelujahs sing O heavenly consort Blessed King blest people Thee who praise 47 No woefull earth-confined wight With Owlish eyes can view this light The weake horizon of Mans sight farre farre which doth outreach This vnexpressible delight Doth reasons dazelde eye benight What J cannot conceiue aright Lord let experience teach 48 Giue mee that in some measure small While fleshes bands my sprite enthrall ● may a farre a glance let fall at these contentments poynt These termlesse Joyes which one day shall In honny turne Saints bitter gall From guilt when flamms shall purge this Ball this Engine hudge disjoynt 49 When the Arch-angels voice shall raise The graues pale guests the World amaze Around all burning in a blaze suffring for mans offence What Joyes then sleeping Saints shall seaze How much this long-longde sight them please This sight deaths fetters which shall ease all passed cares compense 50 O what a happie houre how deare How glorious shall this day appeare To thee my Soule when fred from feare grimme death thou darst outface When thy redemption drawing neare Lifes toyles shall trophees to Thee reare Which cankring Tyme shall ne're outweare nor foes despight de●ace 51 Though tyrants haue by doome vnjust In furious flammes thy carcasse thrust Not d●igning It to earth to trust with honour of a graue No Atome of thy scattered dust But see this solemne Meeting must Purgde from corruption from rust of sinne did It depraue 52 Thy shape renewde more glorious made Than when it entred deathes darke shade Raisde by his viuifying aide Deaths powres who did controule With flesh adornde which ne're shall fade Nor rotte in earthes cold bosome laide But liue for aye the Mansion glade of a Triumphing soule 53 No beautie nature brought'to light Did ravish most amazed sight Which as farre short from day as night from This shall not bee found Which shall adorne each new-borne wigh● Co-partner of

THE SACRIFICE OF A SINNER TO CHRIST OVR REDEEMER 1. CHRIST of thy Saints the Head the King Whose bounties vn-exhausted spring Doth to thy meanest members bring Eternall streames of grace Giue mee sweet Saviour Thee to sing In holy hymnes with heart condigne Which eating age nor envyes sting Shall in no time deface 2 Thou Lord with glorious beams all bright ●lazing around thy Throne of light Outreaching farre my feeble sight heere in deaths shade exylde ●ns clouds dispell guilts loade make light Which doth surcharge my fainting spright ●hat J may spreade thy praise thy might with heart pure vndefyl'de 3 With worship chast in soule sincere Thou shouldst bee celebrate in feare Hence yee vncleane that darre appeare with hands with hearts prophaine O let a Seraphim draw neare A slamming Coale whose hand doth beare My lips my heart from Heauens high sphear● to purge from double staine 4 Then shall these documents divine By which thy crosses ●ruits doe shyne To happie Life conducting Thyne my Thoughts by day by night With meditation deepe confyne At morne midday my weake engyne While Heavens clear Torch his course decli● shall in thy praise delight 5 Sonne with thy Syre in yeares in mig● In all co-equall mans dimme sight Transcending like thy paterne bright An Other and the Same True God of God myld Maid-borne wi● Blest Ladder reaching earth aright Co-apting things of greatest hight with lowe Lights glorious beame 6 Safetie of Soules sight of the blinde Haven where the shipwrakt shelter finde End of all toyles Ease of the minde press'd downe with sinfull loade Reward of works due in no kinde To conflict past the Palme assignde Soules cure with sins sore sicknesse pynde the banisht mans aboade 7 Blest bow bepaynting azure aire Thy pledge who did the World repaire Arke rendring Thine secure from care of o●erflowing floods Their Crowne that fight their pryze most rare That run earths peace heauens joy hells feare A saving Rocke to thine a snare to such as sinne secludes 8 Israels glory Gentiles light Summe of the fathers wisht-for sight Of Paradise the deare delight Eternall Tree of life On source which watering day and night In foure cleare streames divided right Preserues from yeares from dayes despight but arte or gardners knife 9 The Lawes the Prophets scope who she● Thy face when Thou the vaile withdrew Of Types of Shads the body true Lambe Altar Priest at ones Lambe kild before the Worlds first view Altar which sinne inherent slew Priest who in man did grace renew mounting alone heauens Thrones 10 J sing my Mediators praise Whose hand o're all the scepter swayes Who Angels fall did stint yet stayes man falne did raise againe Who filde the breach by wondrous wayes Of Heauens proud Apostats hells preyes Earthlings adornde with Angells rayes ' mong'st the immortall traine 11 But say sweet Iesu what procurde Thee in a servants shape immurde To pittie man in sinne obdurde Gods rebell to beefriend To pleade for him who thee abjurde Suffring thy Godhead lurke obscurde Last on the Tree O Tears indurde an ignominious end 12 Else perisht had the World for aye No other Meanes Gods wrath could lay None else could working deaths decay Mans Image fi●st infuse None else Laws paine severe could pay Heauens wal's to scale no other way To vernish fresh graues rotten prey Means Thou alone couldst vse 13 ●ithout Thee Lord supremely blest Whom highest honour doth invest For Man with paines extremly prest by spoyles of conquer'd Hell ●eavens glorious courts had neere encrest ●or should our fleshes loade to rest ●boue the Spheares its selfe addrest ' mid'st heauens blest hosts to dwell 14 ●ence sprang Mans ease exyling toyle ●s hopelesse groanes which so did boyle ●y breast that Thou pourd'st in the Oyle of Mercie in his wounds ●is Plaints procur'd thy soules turmoyle ●at Thou his l●t di●st●ake to foyle ●ne Death and Hell O Glorious spoyle ●hich reasons ray confounds 15 Our guilts soule shame sname did deface Empurp●ring thy vnstained face Thy clouds thy care our light our peace our Victorie thy liftes Thy hels in heauen procurde vs place Our honour grew by thy disgrace O Wisedome if not found by grace Mans wit involves in mists 16 O sauing Knowledge which of right The deepest Polititans sight O'resyles drownde in eternall night Jn clowdes of self-conceate O contrares which by nature fight Thus reconcil'de mix'd by thy might Things weightie ballancing with light O change O wonders great 17 Thy dumpes our doo●efull hearts did c●● Our teare-blind sights thy teares did cle● Thy deepe afflictions calmde our feare Thy bands vs fred from paine Thy wants our wealth procur'de we ● Roabs by thy rags grieves thou didst ● Our greifes our languishings en-deare thy blood did ours restraine 18 That crimson sweat these drops which drownd Thy blessed face with rayes ours crownde Sins leprous spots which soules confound from Parents seede they purgde Thou shak'd by deaths approaching wound 'gainst death mad'st vs secure be found Thou of our innocence the ground for vs with guilt was vrgde 19 And when thou seemde some space to bee Depriv'de from heauen of all supplie Yet banisht Man still deare to Thee Thou neuer didst forsake Mans state was still before thine Eye Till entring Hell Thou sett him free O Crosse once curst now happie Tree Source whence all good wee take 20 When Thou thy selfe triumphde o're sho's Nailde to the Crosse exposde to blo's Chargde by thy proud insulting foes with infamie with shame Torne naked pale a mappe of woes Whilst floods of wrath thou vndergoes Thy syde trans-fixde from which forth flo'es a double gushing streame 21 Thy soule commending to thy Syre While twixt two Theeues Thou didst expire Loe then enlarging thine Jmpire Thy foes Thou Captiues led Triumphing on the Tree hells ire Deaths sting Earths Kings that did conspire Bound hand and foote thy wraths hote fyre their shame before Thee bred 22 Thou ledst great Victor foylde in fight Those bands in darknesse that delight Roots of mans ruine foes to right Sin bound Thou didst detaine To Heauens high courtes a glorious sight Gods Rebells vanquishde by thy might Condemnde in chains of horride night for euer to remaine 23 Loe heere deaths double-poynted sting Laws hand writ there traverst deaths spring Trode vnderfoote in triumph bring Thou didst nail'd to thy crosse Thee swallowing vp death conqu'ring King Death to it selfe the graue did bring On rav'ning Wol●e preyde ravishde thing Victorious by losse 24 By death insulting held as dead Deaths death Thou was and deaths remeed O Thou who dost Gods secreets spread Author revealer wise Heauens pure delight the womans seede Who treading