power to die The Scripture only on the soule reflects All earthly objects it as base rejects The soule a spirit therefore only fit To read those copies by the spirit writ This Writ from heaven then summons up thy soul To heaven that Court which issu'd forth this scroule Glew not thy soule then too neare earthly things Hang no such plumets on its sublime wings Againe the Scriptures only have the art To search into the secrets of the heart They only can discover sin and prove Upon the conscience they came from above They only a beginning doe relate No humane Treatise of so ancient date They only have preserved been and shall Though ever doubtlesse envy'd most of all And in them in the sacred Writ I meane As in a glasse is only to be seen That perfect image of supernall might Which can be viewed by no other light There is I grant it in each humane frame An eye by nature fixed in the same Which doth by nature beyond nature see A pow'r there supernaturall must bee Which power no doubt hath deified been From the beginning by the race of men Though most for want of power to understand Ascrib'd that power unto some other hand As some to creatures like themselves but clay Some to the Sun as former of the day Some to the Moon some to the Stars yea know Some to the prince of hell below Yet all to something thus the infidell Beleeves there is a power that doth excell But ignorant of what it is doth faine Or forge a God out of his idle braine Thus natures pen by reasons power no doubt Doth point at God but cannot point him out Doth shew a God but what he is or where That Scriptures only fully can declare Shall then a heathen a meere Infidell Who never heard of either heaven or hell Or dreames of soule alone by natures view Discern there is a God and homage due Which is apparant all the world abroad All nations worship something as a God And shalt thou Atheist dar'st thou all alone Be worst of all men and acknowledge none Thou hast besides the wisest heathens sight Much greater aide far cleerer beames of light Gods holy and eternall word by name Eternall in the nature of the same Where thou maist its eternall author find It only gives that sight unto the blind And this thou hast not so to make thee pos'd As pretious oyntment in a box inclos'd Not only in the hidden letter teaching But open'd by the pow'rfull hand of preaching Canst thou not row then in this calmed ocean Sit'st thou in darknesse in this heav'nly Goshen Dar'st thou deny that Deitie which here Doth in such perfect characters appeare Oh do not thou degenerate so far To be more sordid then the divels are The divels do much forced duty shew To holy Scriptures and do know them true Shall divels then unto the Scriptures bow Confesse and feare them and yet wilt not thou Deluded Atheist be reform'd herein Seeke no such shadowes so to hide thy sin Because the Scriptures render thee unjust Thou dost condemne them so to save thy lust Let not thy senses thus thy soule inthrall For lose the Scriptures and thou dost lose all Both soule and body heav'n and God yea soe Dost likewise purchase everlasting woe T is then no marvell that thou art so blind Or rather desp'rate in thy carnall mind That in thy fancy thou cast apprehend No soule no heav'n nor pow'r that doth transcend How canst thou view these when thou dost in spleen Reject the glasse where these are to be seen The Scriptures are Gods tapers set up here Extinguish those no God will then appeare God in times past aid oft appeare I know In visions and in shadowes here below But when the substance his eternall Son Once shin'd here all those lesser lights had done Bright Sun indeed well might the stars give way And hid themselves in such a heav'nly day A heav'nly day when heaven it selfe we find Burst through the clouds came down to earth and shin'd And yet we find this day at last did fade This glorious Sun at length began to wade And from these nether Regions to retire Ascended to the circles that are higher Well might the world then here beneath lament And put on sackcloath weeds of discontent Bewailing deeply that earth darking day Which from the earth tooke such a light away This heavenly Sun now in the heavens again Whose glory heavens cannot alone containe Did leave some rayes below and now and then Doth dart down more amongst the sonnes of men But all that light now of that heavenly taper Is set up in a lanthorne here of paper In holy Scripture all that light doth shine That is the lanthorne which gives light divine Then thou that first in such a sable night That of this nature thou canst see no light 'T is doubtlesse cause thou dost not duly look Into that lanthorn use that heavenly book Wouldst thou have wisdome have thy sight made cleer Thy heart made gentle and thy soule appear See hell beneath and heav'n that is most high Discern thy maker and eternity Then use the Scripture thy dim feeble sight Is apprehensive of no greater light God knowes such secrets do mans sight surpasse And therefore wisely shewes them through a glasse A glasse indeed the Scripture is most faire And more transparent then the purest aire Through which the perfect Images are view'd Of objects in the highest altitude Presumptuous earth because thou canst not see By carnall reason how these things can be Thou dost conclude they cannot be in fine As if there were no greater power then thine Thou art a peece but of the Potters clay What can the peece unto the Potter say Canst thou suppose the brickle vessell made As skilfull as its maker in his trade But were this granted which were too too grosse Yet thou art vainer at a greater losse All other creatures but the divells bee The same they were created but not we Thou art far weaker worser and hast lost Much of thy Makers workmanship and cost Thy reason is corrupt thy senses soyl'd Thy nature taynted and thy soule defil'd Indeed in the perfection of estate Wherein perfection did thee first create Thy sight was such thou stood'st not then in need Of glasses or of spectacles to read Thy apprehension was not then so weake But thou hadst power to heare thy Maker speake In his owne language and couldst understand Without the helpe of any second hand But long in Adam thou hast lost that art Like Lucifer in acting of his part He would have been although in heav'n yet higher Thou wouldst although in Paradise aspire He saw Gods face yet that would not suffice Thou knew'st his voice yet thou wouldst be more wise He clyming lost the hight he had before And thou thy knowledge by desiring more Canst thou suppose then that impaired light Yet in thy understanding part so bright As
I must appear But with what face alas I tremble here I in the body made of sin a sport I in the body then must answer for 't The Judge of all will justly then define Whether his wayes were equalest or mine Lazarus OH blessed body though a while in prison How will the soule take pleasure in thee risen And how againe will thy delights increase When as the soule returns to thee in peace How like the Turtle sent out of the Arke After the stood returning to that Barke With signes of joy shalt thou my soule my Dove Be in that day return'd with signes of love How shall my late dry scattered bones up stand When thou thus bringst a pardon in thy hand Yea with what comfort shall I be inspir'd When thus my corps is from the grave retir'd Nay with what courage shall I then appear What joy when my redemption draweth near What tongue on earth is able to expresse What joy in conscience I shall then possesse The Authors Epigram MOst fond yea most infatuated we Have ears and heare not eyes and will not see Or else how could we whiles we here remaine So blinded be in things which are so plain How could we else like men whom charms benum Be so unfeeling of the chance to come To not observe like men most sure to die What Dives lost what Lazarus gain'd thereby Here who but Dives had the cap and knee Here who came forth with greater pompe then he But lo hereafter dead and cold again Alas he comes forth trembling in a chain But blessed Lazarus who was here a scorn As out of time or most untimely born Shall when the dead are summon'd from the grave Come forth with comfort then most honour have Dives OH dreadfull dreadfull in what dreadfull terrours Am I in hell tormented with my errours By only meditating on that horrour My soule shall be in when the Judge sends for her But with what feare shall I be then possest The feare of which doth thus my soule molest When I at last shall feel the thing I feare Shall rise you dead and come to judgement here How like a prisoner in a chaine at last Shall I stand forth to heare my sentence past How like a most condemned wretch alas I am condemned ere the sentence passe My conscience which once counterfeited sleep Now in my soule a restlesse court doth keep And then shall make a Register come forth Worse then a thousand witnesses on earth Lazarus VVHat joyes are these which now so neer approch Divinest thoughts may you thereon incroach Incroach Oh! seise thereon be not deter'd They were for me before the world prepar'd For me what me who beg'd from door to door And in my selfe am to my selfe as poore Have neither birth nor worth in me whereby So mean a wretch should chalenge joyes so high Yet see and wonderd to these joyes divine I have such right that they by right are mine God did prepare Christ purchas'd I by faith Receive them due thus imputation saith But oh my sins are great but that 's no let In purchasing my joy Christ paid my debt But I must give account that 's yet to make But He that paid my debt my count must take The Authors Epigram OH happy Lazarus how maist thou stand sure How swimst thou in a sea of joyes secure Thy debt is paid which was so out of measure And paying that hath purchas'd thee a treasure What needst thou shake then at a judgement day Or of accounts who hast no debts to pay Or why shouldst feare the Judges face to see When as the Judge shall thy redeemer be But wretched Dives wretched sure indeed Thou hast a boundlesse fearfull bill to read Wherein thy debt is manifest and clear No crossing there no cancelling appear There was a time but now that time is lost Wherein thou might'st have got thy reckoning crost How wilt thou answer to the Judge of heaven Thou canst not pay nor canst thou be forgiven Dives MOst wofull I who now in wofull ruine In hell still muse of greater woes eusuing One woe doth another woe foreshew Woe endlesse woe my foresight is too true My woes againe are yet as to begin Wretch I have yet to answer for my sin Where my indictment must be found indeed Before a Judge too who will not be feed A Judge whose mercy I would not imbrace Where mercy moves not justice must take place A Judge who once cry'd gently come away But thou shalt to me goe you cursed say How will those Angells and those Saints abhor me Which I abus'd once seeking to doe for me How will those divells which I once obey'd Then cry my wages shall be duly paid Lazarus YEe Cherubins and Seraphins divine Come aid me with your tongues or teach you mine That in some measure I may so expresse My present joy in future happinesse My joy conceiv'd of my Redemption day When I shall meet my Saviour in the way Where I shall blesse the houre that I was borne When all the kind'reds of the earth shall mourn When earth and all the burden on the same Shall burne unto that nothing whence they came The skies shall melt the stars the sunne the moone Shall join to make perpetuall night at noone When out of heav'n the Judge of all most true Shall come downe riding on the clouds in view To bind the Divels and the damned down How sweetly shall He smile on me not frown The Authors Epigram MOst lambe like Lazarus thou shalt be set by Thy blood is not requir'd thou shalt not die When sacrifice for ever shall remaine In hell for sin the goats shall then be slaine Thou heer wert famish'd when the goats did feed Their hearts were cherish'd when thy heart did bleed But when they shall be sever'd from the sheep Thou shalt rejoice but they shall howle and weep But goat like Dives thou shalt pay full deer For eating up the sheep's allowance heer When they shall scape thy blood shall then be shed Thou wert but for a day of slaughter fed Fond thou who heer wouldst have the upper hand Must on the left at heav'ns tribunall stand And heare the Judge this sentence on thee passe Goe cursed goat my sheep must have the grasse Dives OH wretched I what shall of me become When wretched Goe ye cursed be my doome How shall my soule and body both affrighted Then curse the howr they were again united Then in what glory shall those Saints appeare At whom proud asse I once did slout and jeere How shall their blessing then increase my curse My conscience for abusing of them worse How shall the Divels then with fury driven Seaze me for hell thus sentenc'd out of heav'n And on me with much insultation rage As if my torments might their owne asswage Then with the hideous howling herd of hell I shall be thrown down to that dreadfull cell Where we in flames which
into natures book Run to thy mothers long made grave and look If 't be not earth thou cam'st from whence t is plaine That earth which once did live may live again What think'st thou of thy rising from thy bed Fore-tells not that thy rising from the dead In bed thou dost in earth thou shalt but sleep In both in darknesse though in earth most deep Besides when slumber doth possession take Of senses yet the soule is then a wake The soule as it can never dye at all So never sleeps though kept by sleep in thrall God could have made us when we were in making Have stood in need of neither sleep nor waking Had he not purpos'd by them to explain Our sleep in death and life from death again The deepest darkensse of the longest night At length doth vanish by the morning light Which shewes at last the resurrection day Shall chase the night of fatall death away The entercourse of autumn and the spring The winter and the summer teach this thing When plants by a vicessitude we know Both live and dye and dye and live in shew And as the seed which in the earth is sowne Like man it to its deeper furrowes thrown As dying there produceth an increase So man doth but refine there not surcease Much like the Phaenix from whose ashes breed As men much learned give us leave to read Another Phaenix to supply that roome By sun-beams dooting on her lofty tombe But yet if yet thy heart be such a flint That all this shewne takes no impression in 't But still in heart thou say'st there is no God Though with thy tongue thou dar'st not for his rod Let me yet put one question to thee more Yet to illustrate what is said before What say'st to this then sith thou art so evill To doubt of God what think'st thou of a divell Is there think'st thou no divell and no hell Thou maist deny them out of doubt as well For this is certain this from sense doth flow No God above no divell then below But this the grossest heathen doe admit They by experience and meer natures wit Discerne a power beyond the power of men Which power hath by them still admired been But in thy conscience were not such a spark Why shouldst thou be so fearfull in the darke Were there no evill spirits to be seen What do such fears then in thy fancie mean In times of danger eminent t is known There 's no mans heart more shaken then thine own Strange apparitions gastly forms and such Strike trembling in thee nothing else so much From whence proceeds those hidious shapes and sights Those hollow voices and those walking lights Which do so oft in darknesse us affright But from the Prince of darknesse in the night If this suffice not but art still in doubt I know no further meanes to help thee out Unlesse that it were lawfull in this kind To run to Endor to suffice thy mind To such as have some spirits at command Such could most clearly let thee understand Resolve thy doubt and make it to thee cleare There are such fiends yea make the same appear If all this be too little to suffice Then sure there is some divell in thine eies Who keepes thee blinded that thou canst not see Those certain truths which thus decypherd be But oh vain Atheist rest not in this state Nay rest thou canst not t is so desperate Then strive against it exercise thy strength By use it may grow operative at length There yet is eye salve to bewray this mist If that thou dost not wilfully resist There is a sacred fountaine set apart One drop whereof would molifie thy heart Despise not then those soveraign streames below Which down do from that sacred fountain flow Those healing drops which on the crosse were shed Distil'd in Scriptures from the fountaines head Then bring thy heart that cistern into frame And let those conduits run into the same That still thou mayst by turning of the cock Such fearefull doubts those brasing doores unlock Thy heart no dout in doubts the harder growes Because the milk which form the Scripture flowes Which is most pretious to dissolve such flint Is not apply'd unto that Adamant At Scriptures breasts disdaine not sucking then There 's milke for babes and meat for strongest men There 's meat for Saempson sweet meat too not gall And hony for the fainting Son of Saul There doth that tree of heav'nly knowledge grow Which God hath pleas'd to plant with men below Another tree of knowledge shall be given More glorious too but that shall be in heaven But further knowledge then is here reveal'd The more thou seekst the more t is here conceal'd And that no doubt hath been a reason why Thou dost those truths which are reveal'd deny There 's nothing hid that shall not be made known But here 's the height of thy ambition shown Thou here wouldst to that height of knowledge clime Which is reserv'd untill another time Thou here in all things much imperfect art And therefore here thou canst but know in part But when thy cloud of flesh be done away Things secret shall be manifest as day But wouldst thou wisely harbour a desire To view those secrets Angels do admire Then first beleeve for God hath made it plain We must beleeve before we do obtain Heaven is a dowery God hath to bestow Faith 's our assurance of the same below Strive then for faith thou hast a curious eye Nothing but faith can give thee full supply Faith in this vain and emptie vale I mean By faith possessing things are yet unseen That so in fine when fruitful faith shall cease Thou mayst in glory reap thy faiths increase In heaven injoy that height of joy which here Doth only to the eye of faith appear Yea foolish man couldst thou become so wise As to beleeve a heaven above the skies And such a God a gentle God therein As for his Sons sake will remit thy sin Thou thither likewise should'st be rais'd in fine For there the faithfull shall in glory shine And those same hidden secrets which have bin Thy tortures here should most delight thee then The world to come which here thou canst not view Thou there should'st finde unto by comfort true The God above which here thou dost deny Thou there should'st see and His eternity How God should be without beginning here Confounds thee quite but there it doth appeare How spirits do subsist and what they are Thou know'st not here but 't is discover'd there And how Gods word should make a world alas Such hidden things do humane sense surpasse But when that heav'n shall humane sense refine Or rather humane sense shall prove divine God with such secrets then will thee acquaint If here by faith thou wilt be first his Saint But yet if yet thou beest a sleep so fast That all this will not rouse thee up at last But still thou
for sinfull men Besides great God if thou as God couldst dye Which thing we must for evermore deny Yet man from death could thereby not be free For man hath sin'd and man must punish'd be Oh I soule polluting deadly sinck of sin That mankind should be so defil'd therein That God himselfe and only God remain Might not forgive nor wash away the stain No way but suffering would make full supplies Offended justice claim'd a sacrifice Man had no offering that would serve the turn Thou mightst not but thy melting heart did yern Yern Lord indeed to see hells raging fire But sawst no Sacrifice to thy desire And yet that man for ever might not burn Thou didst prepare a body for the turn Because that man no sacrifice could find Nor could thy Godhead suffer in that kind Thou didst unite by everlasting ties Thy selfe to man to be a sacrifice Thy second person and thy only Son Begotten long before the world begun Who scorning shame through all the danger ran Tooke flesh upon him and was found a man A perfect man and perfect God likewise And so became a perfect sacrifice As man for man he dy'd and lay as slain As God he conquerd death and rose again A perfect man without defect by sin A perfect God he had for ever bin Hid God-head and his manhood both intire Yet joynd in one one person we admire By thy decree he put out nature on Our nature thus exceping sin alone And living guiltlesse for himselfe therein He dying free'd the guilt of other men But being guiltlesse death was not his due Indeed respecting of himselfe t is true But he be came man onely to that end As free to free men that by sin offend But could the death of one suffice for all Yes such a one as we may truly call Both God and man yea God whose sacrifice All men nay Angells cannot equallize If Adam but a creature could so fall To bring all creatures of the world in thrall Sure the creating God made man might free All mankind fallen in a more full degree A second Adam thus is truly found To save the world the first in sin had drownd That as by one man all men guilty stood Even so by one man all might be made good First Adam falling dy'd be cause he fell The second standing dy'd of his good will A free will offering thus he freely gave Which by his free will had a power to save A free will offering Lord we truly say For of thy selfe thou hadst no debt to pay Untill it pleas'd thee to assigne thy Son To pay mans debt whom sin had quite undon Dear God that thou shouldst bring thy selfe in debt The greatnesse of it too should be no let Should'st binde thy selfe by promising a seed When thou before wert absolutely freed Could not the greatnesse of the debt to pay Those flames of love within thy breast alay When thou consider'st in thy deep fore-cast That it would cost thy dearest blould at last Lord what is man we still may aske of thee That for his sake thou could'st thous moved be That he which in thy bosome did remaine Should be a Lambe from the beginning slaine These secrets sure were hid from Adams eyes Had he knowne these he would have been more wise But we poore wretched we that with him fell Dp know and yet we doe again rebell We know and doe acknowledge as we read All this fulfill'd which was before decree'd That this eternall Seed thy Son is come By thee begotten in the Virgins wombe And by a way beyond our reach became Both God and Man a Lion and a Lambe We know againe thy Scriptures testifie How like a Lambe he did both live and dye How sinlesse blamelesse harmlesse and demure He did the malice of the world indure Number'd with sinners and yet free from spot Smitten of sinners yet he threatned not Led as a sheep did to the slaughter come Yet opened not his mouth but was as dumbe Where like a Lambe most innocent and free To cleare the guilty must condemned be And to regaine our freedome by his losse He by our sins was nayl'd unto the crosse Where wounded with those soul deep wounding spears Instead of a distilling floods of tears Heaven was set open and its fountaines ran With streams of bloud to wash polluted man Where like a lamb once offer'd up for all He drank not only vinegar and gall But dranke that bitter cup which doth therein The vialls of thy vengeance due for sin By drinking which he did asslwage thine ire He quench'd the flames of everlasting fire And purchas'd heaven to â—â—â—â—â—ate gaping hell And all for mankind out of meere good will Oh! worke of wonder can our hearts not shake At this whereat the very earth did quake The stones did rend graves let out men that slept The heavens above put out thelt lights and wept We read again when he thus like a lamb Had finish'd that for which he hither came How like a Lion he began to wake Or how like Sampson he the cords did breake And did assume his sacred corps again As one returnd with conquest from the slain Who like a Lion joy full of his prey He having took the sting of death away And made the grave a bed of sweet repose He rould away the mightie stone and rose And came and preach'd by his new preaching birth Deliverance unto captive men on earth Yea in the earth his rising from the grave Of all mens rising testimony gave This Lion now of Iudas Tribe as man Having fulfild his Priest here began To take his Royall Scepter in his hand As King to rule as God to Kings command But Lord his body now was glorifi'd He might no longer now on earth abide His Kingdome was not of this wotld not here His seat so raigne was in a higher spheare He must to heav'n into the throne of grace The earth is but his foot-stoole and too base And having fully all thy Law fulfil'd Made death the divell hell and sin to yeeld He did ride up triumphant in renown After his conquest to receive his Crowne Where thou hast crownd him with a crown more worth Then all the richest Diadems on earth With heaven it selfe and earth besides with all Those higher circles and this nether ball And with this scepter in his hand as fit Hast at thy right hand him in glory set Where he remains exalted and as God Doth rule the wicked with an iron rod But as he yet is God and man we read As man he yet for man doth intercede To thee his Father shewing of the scars Which he received in his hloody warres And thus he hath a Priest-hood yet on high Though not to suffer yet to sanctifie All our oblations and his saving Name The Alter where thou wilt accept the same Together with his Person where is kept The forme of man into thy bosome crept Whose sacred body
heavens must sure containe Till in his Body he shall come againe To judge the Nations at the judgement day Which judgement hastens though we men delay Where he will unbeleevers overthrow But on the faithfull he will heaven bestow Where they thence forward shall for ever stand With palmes of pleasure blooming in their hand Thus Lord in part thou giv'st us leave to read Not only what man is but what indeed Thou dost and wilt doe for thy creature Man Nay what thou didst before the world began In reading which although unto our shame Our hearts remaine unmelted by this flame Yet this thy love makes Angells to admire And sets besides the divells most on fire But gracious God to most ungracious we Thus good in a most infinite degree Do'st thou not dinde us to thy beck herein Look'st thou for nothing from the sons of men Shall we remaine as senslesse logs unmov'd Returning nothing who are so belov'd Yes doubtlesse yes we are most strongly bound The stronger too The more thy love is found To yeeld thce something for these gracious tyes Yea to doe something for our selves like wise As thou for us hast offer'd up thy Son For us so acting all that might be done So we are lincked by the selfe same chaine To offer up a sacrifice againe Our selves our soules and bodies whiles we live To thee who didst both soule and body give To serve to praise to worship feare and love thee As none made equall much lesse plac'd above thee Thy love to us should make our love divine Thy power should make us fear no power but thine Thou art our God and therefore unto thee All divine worship must directed by We are exalted it were then a shame Should we not magnifie thee for the same Thou hast made all things for the use of men Men for thy selfe shall we not serve thee then That were too grosse all creatures in their kinde Unto thy beck are readily inclin'd No creature like us are unto thee bound And shall we worst of all the rest be found Lord let thy grace prevent this foule defect The creatures else will witnesse our neglect But yet we owe thee one thing more then they Although in all things faile with them to pay And that is faith which is a pearle more worth Then all the pearles and jewels else on earth A jewell which surpasseth humane art A gem in which the Angells have no part We for our selves and for that boundlesse store Thou giv'st us here do owe our selves and more But for thy Son and for the joyes above We owe besides a faith which works by love Oh pretious faith a fountaine long time seal'd A hidden manna treasure unreveal'd Unto the world for many hundred years At least wise as it unto us appears Who do injoy the object of our faith Made manifest as holy Scripture saith Indeed our fathers saw this day 't is ture And what they saw they did rejoyce to view Yet only through thy promises whereby They did but as it were far off discry Or yet more darkly as behinde a vaile In types and shadowes which were things to fail Yet being faith though weak it did suffice Thou bearing with the weaknesse of their eyes Thou didst accept of that which made them glad Because the light was yet but dim they had For till thy Son came it I may so speak Faith was an infant and his sight but weak And heaven but as a shop shut up to men It's windowes were not halfe set open then Nay thou hadst very little knowledge given For many ages of the name of Heaven The resurrection and the world to come These secrets were but shadowed out to some These thou kept'st close as under lock and key Reserved mysteries clouded in on high Untill thy Son that day Star did draw nigh From whom some day did by degrees appear By sending of thy Prophets to bewray Like cocks by crowing a succeeding day Especially that Prophet who begun To crow immediatly before thy Son John Baptist who at breake of day was sent To give the world a warning to repent And in the mercy let men understand The Kingdome yea of heaven was then at hand Yea heaven it selfe was then set open wide And all those types and figures verifi'd Which were as vailes before thy highest frame Which shadowes vanish'd when that substance came That Angel of thy covenant of light Whose presence is a banishment of night Who comming in thy purest brightnesse down Our clouded orbes with heavenly rayes to crown He brought thy secret lanthorn in his hand The Gospel through which light we understand The very secrets in thy court above Yea in thy bosome in that seat of love And by this lanthorne which is so divine That in the same thy very face doth shine He plainly shew'd us all that boundlesse treasure That Well of life and streams of endlesse pleasure Which heaven hath stor'd up and to us made clear That he had bought them at a rate full dear And doth reserve them only to bestow Upon conditions upon us below But what conditions doth he then require For saving mankinde from eternall fire But what conditions doth he then enjoyne For purchasing a Kingdome so divine Sure had he ty'd us to remaine in hell A thousand yeares for this it had been well If we had then been crown'd with such a pay But see his love who doth but only say You sonnes of men beleeve in me and live Oh sonnes of men what lesser can we give The Law impos'd a heavy yoake on men And then said do the same and live therein But loe I thy selfe Lord who the Law didst give Sayst by thy Son now but beleeve and live Lord what is man now better then before That thou hast heap'd such mercies up in store For us poore creatures or to speak more true Dost mercies to us every age renue At first thou gav'st us all this world t is truth And when this world did flourish in its youth Thou now hast given us with the same thy Son Thy selfe and all that thou in heaven hast done All which by faith we claym our owne whiles here But what we shall be doth not yet appears Great God thy mercyes are thy selfe no doubt Most infinitly past all finding out To us poore silly wretched sinfull men Who are as bad as ever we have been But what is faith Lord which thou dost thus palce Between us and thy Covenant of grace As the condition whereupon doth rest All our assurance Lord of what thou hast Can our beleife most glorifie thy name Or wilt thou be best pleased in the same Sure that is it t is of thy meere good will Which thou extend'st unto us wretches still Thou by our faith canst not advantag'd be We by beleeving are inrich'd not thee Thou hast no need that Sacrifice be slaine But that the blood should wash away our stain Indeed by faith we set to