wholly to My self conform thee for although thou be Or weak or dead there 's life enough in me Who am the Resurrection and Life too So that though men be dead yet if they do Believe on me I Life to them will give And living and believing they shall live For ever why dost thou thy weakness plead To this or that or tell me thou art dead There 's the more need on that account that thou Yield up thy self to me down thy self bow To my dispose who all things fully have That may supply thy wants and thy soul save I know thou' rt weak and dead and all that 's naught I need not what 's in man by Thee be taught Nay I do therefore woe thee that I may By curing thee remove those things away If such a one thou wert not then no need For me so seek thee or that thou take need To me to save thee but if thou l't be mine As I have often said I will be thine And what 's mine shall be thine also and sure My things are able thy weal to procure My wisdome thou shaâ—t haâ—e the way to show And thee to help weâ—lthy concerns to know And to direct thee how to make thy choice In every thing do but thou hear my voice My strength shall strengthen thee to walk my way Enter the straight gate and my will obey Though thou be weak and in the strength thaâ—s thine Canst not do this or that canst not in mine I 'le be thy holiness my Spirit I 'le give To thee that therein thou mayst act and live Or rather acted be and live cannot My holy spirit fetch out every spot That cleaves to thee and so display my love As thee from all thy Idols to remove It s not in thine own self that I require Thee this or that to do or ought desire It s in me and what 's mine which I therefore Freely thee give because I know thou' rt poor Naked and dead and weak and wretched too Nothing that 's good hast nought that 's good canst do I 'le be thy husband and I am so good I 'le bear with all thy badness till my blood And grace hath betterd thee I will thou l't see Demean my self so gently toward thee That with my gentleness I 'le break thine heart And make thee cleave to me and to depart From all thine Idols do but thou consent My Grace shall be for theâ—e sufficient The fountain of thy sin is great indeed But of my grace the fountain doth exceed No weakness death or badness that 's in thee No difficulties in the way that be Shall hinder thee from bliss If thou l't but give Thy self unto me freely thou shalt live Oh take my yoke upon thee it shall bow thee And bear my burthen it shall not ore-throw thee For my yokes easy give consent and go Forth in my strength all things for thee I 'le doeâ— In all things be for me and then I will Be for thee too and and all thy works fulfill Lean on mine arm or shoulder I 'le sustain thee And though thou homely bee'st I 'le not disdain thee As upon Eagles wings I will thee bear And carry thee through all do not thou fear Only yield unto me my voice to hear Through all the Wilderness I will thee guide In every danger I 'le from ill thee hide I 'le never never leave thy soul untill All my good pleasure I in thee fulfill All things are ready only yield thy will Incline thine ear and hear me do not stop It against me and I 'le my doctrine drop So thereunto that even thy very heart It shall make willing and thy soul convert And cause thee from thy Idols to depart Do but so hear me as to know my name That known thy heart to trust in me will frame Soul And is it so dear Lord then what shall let But that to thee I yield my self and set My heart upon thee wholly I refign My self up to thee to be only thine Help me herein for thou art good indeed None is like to thee while thy words I heed Marrow they are and and fatness to my tast Oh thou my soul affected with thee hast Seeing thou camest to save even sinners chief Lord I believe help thou my unbelief None is like thee thou art the only wooer Thou' rt worthy love oh thou most worthy doer Oh take my heart dear Lord for thou alone Art worthy of it and besides thee none There 's none hath done for me such things as thou There 's none besides hath made me such things know There 's none so lovely or so fit for me Therefore dear Lord I yield my self to thee I 'm thine to love and praise thee and thee serve Oh never let me from thee stray or swerve Oh thou art very fair the white and ruddy None may with thee compare make it my study Thee that I may more know and more delight in My self to thee I ow Me thou hast right in When I was damn'd toâ—dy thou didst redeem me And though unworthy I Thou didst esteem me So as thy self to give for me a ranlome That so my soul might live I am unhandsome Worthy great shame and blame but though I naught be Yet blessed be thy name thou hast upsought me Oh that I knew thee more and more did love thee That I might thee adore as 't doth behove me Oh shew thy self to me make me to know thee Make me thy fâ—ce to see and to follow thee I am a sinfull man unworthy of thy love I nothing good do can but what thy wrath may move Yea what of thy good grace thou give'st me power unâ—o Sin hath in me such place as otherwise I do Yet seeing I am thine though I am nothing worth Do thou my heart incline after thee to go forth Set thou my heart and eye with all intensiveness Upon thy Majesty that without pensiveness I may go wheresoe're thou goest me before May unto thee adhaere and ever thee adore Thou all art and in all Thou gav'st thy self for me And whatsoe're befall its meet I be for Thee It was thy pleasure Lord so for my soul to do Oh do thou yet afford thy heavenly grace thereto Those lusts that be in me and which do thee offend Drawing my heart from thee subdue and meamend For I am much amiss and very full of spots That I thy Name may bliss purge thou away my blots Remove my sins away that I to thee may cleave Let me not go astray Do thou me never leave I cannot trust my heart 't is so full of deceit It s apt from thee to start it is a very cheat Do thou it rectiâ—â—e make it to thee upright That I may heartily love thee in thee delight And though I wretched be do not thou me disdain Since thou hast loved me let me thy love retain Thou art the All in all stay my soul upon thee And
that saved we may be From his destroying hand If I 'm so vile That all I think or do sin doth defile How is it possible that any thing I can perform that may me safety bring If I had all the World at my command To offer up to him nought at my hand Needs He to take whose all things are nor could I it so bring as He accept it would From me that am so vile but alas I Have nothing of mine own but misery And sin I must therefore lye down forlorn Bewailing that sad day when I was born And wishing that some Hills or Mountains might Fall on and cover me from his dread sight That He might not how sinful I am see Nor I Him who so angry is with me But oh alas these bootless wishes are Nought they avail me nothing but Despair Remains as my sad lot in wretchedness To perish evermore without redress O wo is me what shall I think or do I am undone I sink I perish Oh! Minist Despair not Soul But hear and listen well Unto a true story that I shall tell Tidings of joy and gladness I do bring Tidings of peace that well may make thee sing Incline thine ear therefore and bend thy mind That of my words thou may'st the comfort find Though thou most wretchedly from thy Creator Hast run and play'd vile prevaricator From his just laws hast sin'd against him still And hast not set by his most holy will Unworthy art of love most worthy wrath Yet He to thee a strong affection hath Loves thee intensively and thy welfare To bring about no cost or pains doth spare One only Glorious and dear Son hath He Begotten of him from eternity The brightness of his Glory light of light The Image of his person His delight His word eternal his wisdom most pure By whom He all things made and makes t' endure Yet him did He send forth when He saw fit To expiate the sins thou did'st commit To ransom thee from thrall to Death and Devil To raise thee up and free thee from all evil To bring thee from thy woful lost estate In which thou must else lain time without date And thee restore again unto his grace That thou might'st see his sweet and glorious face Injoy his favour sit under his wing And his high praises evermore might'st sing That glorious splendor of his Majesty Who in his Bosom was eternally According to his will determined Was born of a poor Damsel espoused Unto a Carpenter of mean degree Laid in a Manger where there use to be The Ass or Oxen feeding other room The Inn affording not for his welcome When that poor Damsels time was come that she Of this unheard of birth untwin'd should be Even like as if some mighty Prince by birth Should quit his Fathers Pallace and the mirth He there injoy'd should lay his robes aside His Princely robes and the better to hide His high-born dignity and great degree With Pilgrims or poor beggars rags should be Meanly attir'd and so himself betake To travail through great dangers for the sake Of some of his poor subjects who allur'd By some false Traytor had his Realm abjur'd Joyn'd themselves in confederacy to His Fathers and his own most hateful foe Till thereby they upon their heads had brought By means of that rebellion they had wrought Some dreadful punishment and deadly thrall Indangering the ruine of them all That He might in that strange disguise unknown Vanquish those foes who had them overthrown And unexpectedly a pardon bring Unto them from their own much injur'd King And by such love declared win their mind Unto himself that they with him combin'd Might from those Traytors who had them seduced Into his Fathers Kingdom be reduced Under his conduct as their Prince and guide Whose love and care of them they had so try'd Even so this mighty high-born Son of God Into this World down by a path untrod Descended in a garb unknown wherein He wore the badges of our loathsom sin Cloath'd with great poverty infirm and weak Fil'd with reproaches which his heart did break Through swelling Seas of sorrows travail'd He In the strength of his love to seek up thee And save thee from that wretched state wherein Thou ready wast to perish in thy sin In this disguise made under law and so Exposed to indure that curse and woe Which was thy due when he was set upon By all the powers of Hell the field He won In an unusual manner not by strength But weakness rather where through He at length After some combates yielded up to Death His spotless body and his blessed breath Wherein the laws demands He so fulfil'd That it's condemning power thereby He kil'd For so the bonds He cancel'd and the debt Discharg'd that bound thee ore to death and set Thee free from under Sathans power and force That thou may'st now again have free recourse To thy Creators presence for He hath By this his pilgrimage and Death the wrath Of his displeased Father pacified So that his anger He hath laid aside And holds thee now no longer as a Foe bound ore to Death but freely lets thee go Keeps thee not at a distance any longer But calls thee back and by his Son who stronger Is then thine enemies as by the way And leader too by whom the weakest may Strongly and safely walk against the worst Endeavours and resistance of that curst Infernal crue who seek to keep thee back He thee invites and prays thou wilt not slack Thy pace unto him but return again Into his heavenly Kingdom there to reign Over thine enemies in glorious state For everlasting time beyond all date That safely to him thou might'st back be brought This Royal Prince of glory who thee bought From thraldom by his blood doth thee invite To hear his pleasant voyce behold his light In which he sets himself in glorious state Before thy view beseeching thee to hate Those enemies who did thee overthrow And brought thee from so high to be so low And Him to listen to believe and love Who for thy sake descended from above And worst of Deaths and dangers did sustain That He might thee restore to life again He with his words puts forth his mighty hand To turn thee and to make thee understand To give thee strength to lean on him and go The good way after him which He doth show He loves thee dearly wooes thee with his heart Intreats thee from thine Idols to depart Which will undo thee ore again if yet Thou wilt thy self to their advise commit Beseeches thee to save thy self or rather Be sav'd by him who came forth from his Father To save poor sinners bring them safe and sure Unto those joys which ever shall endure He condescends unto thee though thou be'st Viler then any thing that here thou seest As in thy sins unworthy of him yet He Disdains not to address himself to thee Incline thine ear
he In leading them there-through by day and night Both by a shady cloud and fiery light In giving them from Heaven Angels bread Wherewith for forty years they were all fed In causing flinty Rocks to give them drink When they through thirst seemed to be at pits brink How did he by a Serpent made of brass Erected heal their wounds and made them pass Safely through mid'st of swelling Seas and floods Drave out seaven Nations and their lands and goods Divided to his people to possess That they his Name for evermore might bless And all might see That they who serve God have A great preserver who them all will save And recompence with good and that To Bliss The only certain way to serve God is How did he ruddy David while a youth Because he served him in upright truth Take from the sheep-folds and with oyl anoint him And to rule over Israel appoint him And though he from Saul's envy suffred much While he Gods favour did unto him grutch And many dangers too of death sustain'd Before the Crown and Kingdom he obtain'd Yet how did God him keep uphold and save In many a desert mountain hill and cave Till having humbled him he his promise Remembred and cut off his enemies Gave him the Sovereign power and government So that he ruled long with great content Inlarg'd his Territories and increast His power among the great ones of the East Till in his great prosperity he fell Into the sins whereof the Scriptures tell When that it might appear that God regards Mens actions and unto them gives rewards And punishments according thereunto He met with sad corrections and much woe Though mixt with mercies manifold because He did through grace repent and to my laws Return How strangely did he Mordecay And the Jews help whom Haman sought to slay Turning upon his Head those evils which He for them had devis'd into the ditch He for them dig'd he himself was cast down That thereby both Gods favour and his frown He might at once declare How helped he Those worthies which are call'd the children three They walkt in mid'st of fiercest flames no smell Of fire their garments had when they down fell Dead at the furnace mouth who east them in Such difference is 'twixt righteousness and sin How helpt he Daniel in the Lyons den And him deliver'd when those very men Destroy'd were who devis'd his ruine How Did he oft help his servants when brought low In times of Macchabees and all along When they dispersed were and suff'red wrong How helped he the holy men that dy'd In faith of me whom the World crucifi'd Through many Storms and Tempests by the rage Of persecutors rais'd in every age For love of me they willingly did yield To Death so as by Death they won the field Triumphing over every worst torment That was devised by the curst Serpent And his inraged instruments until By their deaths and their doctrine they did fill The World with fruits and made proud error fall Before the truth confessed by them all For those same ignominious Deaths and crosses Those heavy sufferings and most grievous losses Whereat the World doth stumble and whereby They with the Devil in confederacy Endeavour to affright thee from my Word More comfort and more glory far afford Then all those pleasures and those braveries By which they do bewitch the mind unwise Yea many have more peace and joy exprest In cruel Deaths through me then they who rest And quiet in the World injoy as far As a glow-worm's exceeded by a Star Of greatest magnitude or by the Sun Which with great glory doth its courses run Which moved Moses though both Learn'd and Wise The riches of all Egypt to despise And all its pleasures to take part with those Who suff'red great oppressions from their foes For sake of me because he well perceived That greater glory then can be believed Is thence received yea more then can be found Form all the best injoyments of this Round Who are more honour'd in this World's esteem Then they who do their life and blood out teem And many watchings fastings combates great And hardships suffer which each hour them threat To do their Countrey service or maintain Its liberties or greater rule to gain Unto it and shall those who for the sake Of their most high creator undertake His truth and Kingdom to assert be thought The only persons to be set at nought Or be the worse accounted because they Do many cruel things sustain all day Are they not therefore far more worthy praise For suff'ring so great things so divers ways The worst of Deaths and Torments that the wit And malice both of Men and Devils knit Together could devise and bear the shame Of vilest imputations for my Name Shews it not forth their greater love to me And is' t not meet I should so loved be Who for their sakes my state of glory left And suffered my self to be bereft Of all things even of life and to sustain The greatest agonies in Soul and pain In body even the dreadful curse to bear Of God's most righteous Law because they were Thereof the breakers and thereby concluded To be from Gods most joyful sight extruded Is it not too a commendation to My person and my kingdom that they so Dare suffer for them for therein they show That they such excellencies in them know That for the sake thereof they do contemn The greatest mischeifs can be done to them Rather then be thereof depriv'd yea sure The patience too wherewith they do endure Their gloryings also and great joys therein Which often in that case exprest hath been Unlike to those who suffer otherwise Some excellency clearly testifies In what they suff'red for and that they found Some such strong satisfactions to abound As nothing in this World can them afford But only the Divine power of the Lord. And sure if they who for their Countrey dye With Monuments and Trophies gloriously Are honour'd and the more by how much they More willingly and greater suff'rings may Have undergone those ignominious things Which the confession of my doctrine brings Through Sathan's and the World's malice upon My followers as oft times it hath done Their glory and their praise esteemed should be And so they are esteemed too of me And of my Father who will recompence Such glory to them as such patience And love to him and me may challenge yea According as of us they taken be Of our great grace and favour who account Them worthy of such glories as surmount All humane merit and though they do owe Such service to us yet great things bestow By way of recompence such as surpass All humane understanding as far as The Heavens exceed the Earth or th' Ocean large Exceeds the compass of some Boat or Barge For 't is the glory of the Majesty Of God to give rewards exceeding high As Kings give gifts like Kings and not like those
have a place Amongst the saved ones which made us bold Our sinful courses and vain ways to hold Believing that if saved we might be We must be turn'd in irresistibly And if not so we should but toil in vain Against the stream from vices to abstain And to obtain the Kingdom of the just For do we what we could perish we must Or otherwise their life and doctrine did Imbolden us to do the things forbid They made us to believe that because we Baptised were with water we must be Happy at last if we did but comply So far with the Churches authority As therein to be kept though we did rest But in formalities we must be blest Or if but once we true believers were We could ne'r fall away of that no fear However we might sin and do such things As upon others swift destruction brings Wo worth false Prophets who have us deceived While we them as true Prophets have believed Because they were the men that had the voice Of those that were impowred to make choice Of men to teach us and had publikely Approvement by humane Authority Though they were Ministers only of men And knew not God how could they teach us then Gods truth sincerely They were but time-servers Men pleasers and from God's good doctrine swervers And of the Souls of men they were the starvers Wo worth them that they did not us reprove When they did see us sin they no such love Had to our Souls but seeking gain from us They sooth'd us up and now we are lost thus Wo worth the loose Professors Hypocrites Who oft lay'd stumbling-blocks before our sights While they did their profession fouly stain By falshood cheating or behaviours vain Which made us all Religion to detest And think those who had none to be the best Wo worth our manifold Idolatries Wherein forsaking God we worship'd lies Made Idols of the Angels Devils Men Both dead and living yea and now and then Our fancies bellies works them bowing to And other creatures looking help them fro Our worshipping the Beast and his Image Our beastly wills and those in every age Who lording it over our Conscience Imposed on us their own will and sense Wo worth those superstitions and devis'd Ways and conceptions whereby men disguis'd God and his worship causing us full low To those things God forbad our selves to bow Wo worth our taking of God's name in vain By oaths and perjuries and by prophane Abuses of it and formality While resting in the formes we did deny The power os godliness and not such fruit Bring forth as with that worthy Name did suite Wo worth our breaches of Gods Sabboaths and Our disobedience to the command Of Kings and Princes which they lawfully Imposed on us that Authority We did despise contemn the Magistrates Seditions and Rebellions wrought in States Our Parents disobey'd or did not give The honour due to them while they did live Wo worth our envy murther strife debate Our malice slanderous words that sprung from hate Wo worth our fornications uncleanness Our thefts oppressions bearing false witness Wo worth the time that we were discontent With what God of his goodness to us sent And coveted our Neighbours wo that we Did in our selves trust righteous to be Did justifie our selves in our own eyes Thought our selves wise and good Did Christ despise Accursed be these wicked wretched Devils For they inticed us to all these evils Accursed be the Heavens over our head Accurst the Earth whereupon we did tread Accurst the Sun that gave by day its light By which such objects were unto our sight Made visible as moved us to do The things that have occasioned this woe Accursed also be the Night and dark Thereof wherein what places we did mark I' th' day time we brake through or went unto The deeds of darkness therein for to do Accurst the bread we eat the nourishment Our food afforded oh him that it sent Who made the Heavens and Earth and Seas and all And-suff'red Adam into sin to fall And gave such laws as would not sin permit And that doth now so greatly punish it Oh wretched Caytiffs that thus blaspheme God! Because we feel his just deserved rod. Oh 't is our selves that we may blame for this We we were wicked and we did amiss God we despised his will we contemned We lifted up our selves and him condemned All might have been to us too for mercy As well as unto those that are on high God gave us Heaven and Earth and Seas and all The creatures that therein were great and small Of his great bounty for to do us good But we abus'd them and against him stood We lov'd them more then him who gave them and Priding our selves in them we his command Did disobey Him who is infinite In greatness and in goodness we did slight Did chuse what wrong was and refus'd the right Against such things 't was just there should be laws The penalties are just also because He 's infinite in greatness we abused And his infinite goodness we refused Yea he was infinitely merciful For he his Son sent down us for to pull Both from our sins and miseries and he Was ready us to succor But we we Neglected him also his help we scorn'd Slighted his mercy and though oftn warn'd We would not be admonish'd by him but His gratious counsels all we from us put Oh what good days what opportunities Did he afford but we did them despise At such a time in such a place we heard What us almost perswaded to regard His counsels but we stopt our ears and quencht Those motions oft we went our ways and drencht Our wits in Wine or Ale or went away Unto our Farms our Merchandise our play We were not well at quiet or at rest Till we those motions had shakt from our brest Which we did hate like Serpents oh had we Been willing to have let them there to be Had they abode with us they might have brought Us to repent of those bad things we wrought When we should have God's word heard oft we went To other places and our times mispent Or if we went and heard we did not mind That we God's gracious will therein might find We soon forgot it or did rest in knowing But practised it not as nothing owing Of duty when we should have pray'd and wept We turn'd away or lay'd us down and slept At such a time we did our ways discern And see their vileness and began to learn The knowledge of the Lord but liked not It to retain and therefore soon forgot Those things again we threw the glass away That shew'd our spots Wo wo and well-a-day 'T is we 't is we are guilty oh what sense Have we now of it in our Conscience Oh how it gnaws us as a worm and tears Our bowels worse then Lyons teeth or Bears Oh now we see that God was good indeed In all he did our