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A02597	King Iames his encomium· Or A poeme, in memorie and commendation of the high and mightie monarch Iames; King of great Britaine. France, and Ireland &c. our late soveraigne, who deceased at Theobalds. vpon Sunday the 27. of March. 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun, of Silvertown-hill	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

shield of Faith in Christ fred his default And quench'd those fierie darts with sacred blood Which Christ for Iames had shed vpon the Rood His counting booke of Conscience did occurre For to controule his Faith and barre the doore Or gates of Heauen for his sinfull transgression But hee by true repentance and confession Through faith in Christ to God by 's mercies looke Had all his sinnes scrapt out of Conscience booke Vpon his head the helmet of Salvation Vpon his breast to save him from damnation The breastplate of true righteousnesse through faith In Christ his Saviour who him sav'de from wrath And did the joyes of Heaven for him procure Giving him Faiths true shield to make him sure His loynes hee girt with Trueth his feete hee shod With Peace-preparing Gospell of our God Watching and praying in his Spirit assuring His Soule by perseverance and enduring Till his last breath Who thus and thus could say Death can dissolve this Mansion house of clay But gainst my Faith my love my hope my zeale To kill my Soule there can no death prevaile I know my sinnes are great and that they might Iustlie bring on an everlasting Night Vpon my Soule but my Redeemer liveth My God my Lord who all my sinnes forgiveth And mee releives from all such hellish paine As would my Soule and bodie aye haue slaine Christ was my comfort now is and shall bee My All in All in his Aeternitie My faith is firme and in Religion right My hope in him through his owne mercies might Who hath directed and protected mee In the right way of true fidelitie So calling for the blessed Bread and Wine Externall signes of mysteries divine The Sacramentall seales of his Salvation And tokens given of true justification Making true mention of our Saviours death And how hee hath his Saints redeemde from wrath Hee them receives vpon the selfe-same day Wherein hee first did Englands Scepter sway The third day after that hee had received The Sacrament which hee sincerely craved The twentie sixt of March beeing Saturday Yet the Iewes Sabbath who did Christ betray A day for rest ordaind at the Creation That therein God should haue by everie Nation Adored beene according to the rites Contained in the ancient holie writes And kept till Christ did from the dead arise To gaine to all his Saints heavens glorious Prise Which day the Iewes while as from Christ they swerve Doe keepe as holy for they so deserve For crucifying of the Lord of glorie Renouncing Iesus Christ and 's sacred storie Of saving grace who doth Salvation giue To all baptised who in him belieue The noon-tide of this Iewish Sabbath past About two houres King Iames lost speech at last After that hee his Princely sonne resolued And often kiss'd longing to be dissolved And though approching Death did him assaile So that his speech had now begun to faile Yet whilst they read or pray as Christ commands He lifting up his eyes his armes his hands Gaue cleare consent and what hee could not speake His sighing Soule did from Christ Iesus seeke The twenty sixt of March Saturday gone The Iewish Sabbath chang'd for this reason Our Saviour rose having made satisfaction To God his justice for all sinfull action Of all his Elect in thought vvord and deed And for all sinne originall did proceed From our preceeding parents whosoever From Adam Eue and from them all together Triumphing over Satan Sinne Death Hell That hee and his in heaven might ever dwell On the first day as then was of the weeke Before that Mary Magdalen did seeke The Tombe of Christ wherein hee was interred Calling him for the Gardner having erred Which day all Christians doe our Lords day call Religiously observing it withall Sinceritie mov'd by the good example Of the Apostles preaching in the temple And by the warrant of Gods word in writ Saint Iohn being ravish'd in his spirit on it Heard a great voyce as of a trumpet sound Which Alpha and Omega did resound Commanding him to write within a booke What he did see that they thereon might looke And send it to the Churches seven which were In Asia Ephesse Smyrne Pergame Thyatire To Sardis Philadelphia Laodicea Where now the Turke reignes cruelties Idea Even on that day Christ Iesus did arise From death to gaine heavens glory for a prise To him and all his Elect through his merit On that Lords day King IAMES did heaven inherit The Holy One in persons three distinguish'd One God and indivisible extinguish'd His mortall life and life immortall gaue him And did in new Ierusalem receiue him The three times nint or nine times third of March The twenty seventh King Iames his soule did marche Amongst those Angels and those Saints of God Which haue with our Redeemer their abode The thousand yeare six hundred twenty fiue Since our sole Saviour tooke on mortall life Immortall life prevailing over breath Made him triumph over sinne shame hell and death O is hee gone and shall we not bedew His Tombe with teares did peace and loue renew So oft Shall he for such rare vertues sake As rang in him which many Christians lacke Forgotten be No till this world shall end Our pennes and poems shall King Iames commend And were it not that heavens did so decree Our prayers yet had stayd Deaths destinie But that his maker would such Soule embrace As lov'd and long'd to see his Sauiours face To render thankes and euerlasting praise Alwayes to him who did through Christ him raise Vnto such Glory as he shall adore And never cease to praise the Lord therefore We waile not KING IAMES Nor need we him lament Whose Soule in Heauen before his oyle was spent Whose Lampe gaue Light and Lanterne like did lead By his example rightly to proceed Both Kings and Kaesars Monarches of the Earth Princes and Peares as well in life as death We waile not KING IAMES who for the heauenly Ioyes Hath left to dally with all earthly Toyes We wail not KING IAMES whose Ioye surmounteth more Now in one houre then all his dayes before We wail not KING IAMES Great Britains Iewell faire Thrise Crowned King ' mongst Kings a Phoenix rare We wail not KING IAMES who rendered to his race Three Kingdomes Crownes t' enjoy in heauen his place We wail not KING IAMES whose potent pen refuted The Foes of Christ and hath them much rebuted We wail not KING IAMES who writ those thornie cares Which Crownes and Scepters in their compasse beares We wail not KING IAMES who Mysteries vnfolded Which Iohn in Pathmos I le in trance beholded We wail not KING IAMES whose Daemoniacke storie Discovered many vices and vaine Glorie We wail not KING IAMES nor need we to deplore one Who did afford such a Basilike Doron Wee waile not KING IAMES who learn'dly did rehearse King Davids Psalmes in his owne royall verse We wail not KING IAMES whose Name whose Fame whose worth Is more and more by

so much hath sought thee Goe then and count though thy sinnes doe amount The sand of the sea like red crimfie thou repenting Thy faith shall surmount or them thou recount If thy abode bee with God who likes not thy tormenting Whiter then the whitest snow he shall make thy being Who obedience to his law craues but not thy dying As he liveth so he sweareth he hath no delight in Sinners death if from wrath they returne or smiten Loe as a Hen calls her Birds to defend He calling cries more then twice or thrice for repentance Harden not thy heart least he depart in end And sometime thou heare in thine eare this fearefull sentence Goe yee cursed into hell where damned Divels are dying And from heaven he you repell for your sinnes and lying Kisse his sonne our Saviour sweet Brace him by returning Rest at your redeemers feet till he end your mourning What though a day or a month or a yeare Crosse thy desires with imagin'd discontentings Can not the change of an houre from all feare Crowne thy delights with ten thousand true contentings Worldly honour beautie wealth like vnto flowres are fading Painted pleasures posting pelfe from true ioyes disswading But when grace guides there place then in seemly sorting Loue faith truth zeale and ruth makes them all comforting What if at morne at noone-tide or evening Thy God shall recall thee art thou not content than Time to regard when he is befreanding Think not that hee 'l saue thee without thy consent man Turne he from thee looke for wrath for he is all-seeing No repentance after death but aye life or dying Heav'n or in Hell man must dwell thence is no returning Glore or griefe without reliefe alwayes ioy or mourning Make thy abode in this world with thy God By faith feare loue zeale prayer praise and repenting Thy sinnes which blinds thy soule with such loade As seeme gainst heav'n with the Divels or their evils indenting Wouldst thou ring with thy King in heav'n at his appearance Heere thou must fight as a Christian knight by faith perseverance Triumphs ioyes fred from noyes there we will finde aye byding Crownes of glore evermore which are never slyding Then new heaven and new earth when gone's all breath Create shall be by infinitie both former not remembred In the towne of renowne where is no death Saints shall dwell fred from hell and be no more dismembred Saint Iohn saw that towne out of heaven coming downe new Ierusalem From God prepared in this compared to Methusalem The spoyler of death where is no wrath as a bride for her husband Full of glory and ioy Loue freeing from noy many thousand There Saints shall remaine where is nothing filthy The Citie pure gold like glasse free from mould transparant The foundation of the walles of the Citie Were garnish'd with all sorts of precious stones apparant 1 Iasper 2 Saphyr 3 Chalcedone 4 Emeraude 5 Sardonixe 6 Sardius one 7 Chrysolite 8 Beril 9 Topas one 10 Chrysophras 11 Iacinth 12 Amethist stone Twelue gates twelue pearles each gate of one pearle was apparant And the streets of the Citie pure gold as glasse transparant God and the Lambe are the Temple therein There no need of the Sunne nor shining moone where Tri-unitie For the glorie of God did it lighten And the Lambe is the light thereof most bright Infinitie And the people sav'd shall there be receav'd shall walk in its light the kings of the earth shal bring after death to it their glory might the gates of it shal by day not be shut for there shal be no night there And the honor glore of the gentils evermore vnto it shal be brought there There shall enter in it nothing vncleane Nor that doth work lies falshood to lurke or abhomination But onely those who are written and seene In the Lambs book of life where is no strife there rests al contentation In him who belieue was dead and doth liue for aye in his purchesse Who hath an eare let him heare what the spirit sayth vnto the Churchs To him that overcommeth To him will I giue for ever to liue and with me to haue abode And to eate of the tree of life we shal see in the midst of the paradice of God Exhortation to all true Christians for the praising of our Saviour KIng CHARLES our King come now and sing Exult for ioy before thy King The King of Kings thy God and Lord And let thy soule and heart accord To magnifie and to extoll Thy King who doth his foes controll Mine heart reioyceth whiles I heare How Christian like thou doest thee beare Obedience offering to Christs will By life and conversation still The sacrifice of Thankesgiving With prayers offring to thy King Through Iesus Christ thy Saviour sweete Who thee protecteth with his Sprite When God King David had advaunced Before Gods Arke good David daunced With all his might for he reiosed In God in whom he still reposed Great Britaine with the Ocean sea Inviron'd come now and with me Sing praise and glore to Christ our Lord Who grace peace mercie doth affoord Come learned and come Laickes all Come Nobles Gentles great and small Come rich come poore come every creature Conformed in true Christian feature Now let vs sing in songs the praise Of God who Charles our King doth raise And doth devouring pests repell Captiving Satan Sinne Death Hell The World and whatsoe're gaine-stood His glorie through his precious blood Who by the power of his Sprite Doth his owne Saints to him vnite Come Scotland and exult for ioy Praise Christ who doth prevent thy noy And Charles thy Soveraigne Lord hath sent Apparent perils to prevent Come Edinburgh renown'd for worth The towne wherein I had my birth Thou Citie situate on a mountaine Wherein doth flow the liuely fountaine Of Christs Evangell for whom Christ Is Sacrifice and King and Priest Come come all Christians true resound The praise and glorie so profound Of God our Lord of Christ our King Who moff triumphantly doth raigne Let men and Angels all agree To praise his glorious Maiestie Extoll the name of Christ our Lord And from his will doe not debord O Christians true O Saints of God Whiles heere on earth you haue abode Suffer for Christ and for his sake If need require all things forsake Which doth to mortall life pertaine For he doth all in all containe Who every moment doth thee view For loue of Christ O Christian true If need require if iust occasion Affoord thy liues sincere oblation O Christian rather then thou slide From Iesus Christ who from his side His royall precious blood made fall To saue the faithfull great or small Who doe beleeue in him through grace Sent by his Sprit for to deface Satan sinne shame the world death hell That such with him may alwayes dwell Forsake thy father and thy mother Forsake thy sister and thy brother Forsake thy children health wealth wife Thy credite and thy mortall life Or whatsoever's to thee deere Loe he shall recompence thee heere And hence give million millions more Which he in heav'n hath layd in store For thee true Christian and for thine An Oceant of true ioyes propine Surpassing thought of mortall man For let man thinke all that he can And speeke and write it to define Man in this life can not attaine Vnto the thousand millions part Which he shall haue in soule and heart When the Arch-Angell shall with sound Of Trumpet raise the dead from ground And Christ with his eternall sentence Shall doome pronounce when as repentance Shall after that no time receaue Though damn'd could giue what Christ did craue Then after that there 's be no time For time shall then run out of time As doth that Angell testifie To Iohn whom Iohn in traunce did see Which sware by him who life vs giveth For ever and for ever liveth Who Heav'n earth sea and all therein Created Who subdued sinne Through Iesus Christ and his great store Of grace That time shall be no more Come all true Christians now whiles time Doth pardon to your sinnes proclaime Returne againe to Christ our Lord And from his will no more debord Come come and ioyfully resound The praise of Christ who doth abound In loue in mercie peace and grace And shall make vs to see his face In ioy and glory who contend ' Gainst sinne and Satan till hee end This mortall life and to vs giue For evermore with him to liue Michael the Dragon cast from Heav'n And Babels whoore shall al 's bee driven And dashed strongly downe to dust The Antichrist whom God hath curst O she is fallen in Gods sight And daily falling through his might The glorie of her pompe and pride Must yeeld to Christ and to his Bride Gods Israel O Christians true Come shoute for ioy and still renue A battery to proud Babels wall Till that presumptuous Harlot fall Would God mine eyes might see her dash'd And dung to dust who long hath fash'd The Bride of Christ O Lord of might Grant we may shortly see that sight O mightie Lord delay not long Behold thy little ones in throng And front of battell fighting still Attending thy command and will How long how long remember Lord Thy Saints with whom we doe accord Vnder thy throne who call and cry How long how long doest thou delay For to avenge vs of our wrongs But thou Lord know'st what best belongs Vnto thy glorie which fulfill According to thine holy will Rev. 1.10.11 Rev. 10.5.6