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A56848
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The citizens flight with their re-call to which is added, Englands tears and Englands comforts / by John Quarles.
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Quarles, John, 1624-1665.
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1665
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Wing Q122; ESTC R11199
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Air Expressed their sudden fright and present care Nay I have known such fear has been among Those clam'rous Birds that they have left their young Why does the City thus persue the Court Knowing ah lass this is no age for sport For Gaming 's out of fashion in these times Yet we may stake and pray away our Crimes The looser's only happy for he wins That looses by Divinity his sins But stay Kind Reader let 's a little pause And see if we can finde where lies the Cause What think'st thou of a sinful heart that lies Groaning beneath his griping miseries What think'st thou of a sin-infected brest That is by nothing but it self opprest What think'st thou of a Nation whose sad crimes Hath so infected our perplexed times That t is impossible by humane skill To give a Remedy to so much ill Call all thy faculties and let them joyn Themselves together and by faith combine Let 's search each cranny of our sinful hearts And let us weep as we have sung in parts Le ts weep untill our tears do over-flow Our sorrow let us sigh untill we know What 't is to barter happiness for grief 'T is only Faith can Crown us with relief Now courteous Reader give me leave to make A small digression Know t is for thy sake That I endeavour by a faithful art To give a Cordial to each bleeding heart When once t is known where the distempets lie We may the sooner hope for remedie That Patient much in understanding fails That will not tell his Doctor what he ayls Oh! who would not his thankful patient be Where Physick and advise are both so free His Physick hath such operative power That it gives ease in less then half an hour Oh depth of mercy oh unbounded skill Oh rare prescription of a sacred will Then do not fly but let your hopes encrease Repent and then he surely will speak peace Till then t is but in vain to move or fly Oh! look upon him with a watchful eye Then shalt thou see how soon he will impart His heavenly joyes to a contristed heart Remember he is not a God of blood But takes delight to do a sinner good Remember those blest Tears which once he shed Over Jerusalem and how he spred His mercy over Israel and pours His goodness on our heads in liberal showers He is a God whose mercy knows no bounds His balm of grace being pour'd into our wounds Does so compleat our Cure and ease our pain That the Disease will ne'r return again And being from our malladies set free The gold of prayer is all the Doctors Fee The Scriptures are our guide 't is that which tells Where this most kind and blest Physician dwells Faith Hope and Charity those sacred three Are his House-keepers and Humilitie His lodging Chamber and the faithful Brest The Kitchin where his Diet must be drest Oh Lord we know thy Table 's alwayes spred Oh give us faith that we may eat thy bread And since thy goodness thou hast thus exprest 'T is no presumption Lord to be thy guest Thou freely doest invite and shall not we Answer thy invitation and be free To make our near approches Lord enable Our hearts that we may come unto thy table And then O Lord thy table being spred Bless us with grace and we will eat thy bread We 'l eat thy heavenly Manna without strife And feed our souls to everlasting life We 'l praise thy name for what thy goodness sent As we have sinn'd we 'l labour to repent That so thou may'st commis'rate and remove Thy Judgments and then Crown us with thy Love Then shall our thankful hearts proclaim and tell What thou hast done for thine own Israel Then shall our joyful lips proclaim a peace Whilst grace and mercy ever more encrease And let us know when Judgment comes so near That ruine or repentance must appear Delayes are dangerous let 's therefore pray And call upon him whilst 't is yet to day That so our timely sorrows may remove His heavy Judgments and intreat his love Once more to shine upon us that we may Injoy the comfort of a glorious day Oh let 's consider we have long bin free But still ungrateful for our libertie Oh let us think how long we have bin fed Yet seldom prais'd that hand which gave us bread Oh let 's remember how forgetful we Have bin and how abus'd prosperitie Oh let 's consider how Religion stood Not long since more then Ankle deep in blood Let 's call to memory when our hearts decay'd How Heaven reviv'd us and encreast our Trade What store of mercy have we to perswade us To bless that hand that both preserves and made us For should we own his mercies with neglect We may injustice every day expect New punishments who studies to offend Must not expect a peace or happy end Oh let us not against our maker Kick 'T is too much honey that hath made us sick How wanton have we bin in former times And still make idols of our bosome Crimes Thus we persisting in our Follies dare Just Heav'n to strike whose goodness does forbear Whilst we ev'n hug our ruine and invite Judgement to make an everlasting night But if Poetick Lines have any power Let me perswade my Reader from this hour To be considerare And thus begin To ruminate Alas it is my sin Hath caus'd these Judgments Therefore i' st not fit That I who did industreously commit So many Crimes should by my fervent prayer Endeavour to extenuate my care There is a balm in Giliad can make sound And Cure the anguish of the deepest wound The Heav'nly Chiron hath so great a store That he can find a Salve for every sore He that hath promis'd will in mercy please To give unto the heavy Laden ease We may be confident and boldly trust In him that is both merciful and just How happy is our flight as oft as we Fly from our selves oh Lord and fly to thee Not do we ever with Devotion pray But thou dost meet our language half the way And when our zeal does once begin to burn Then doest thou bless us with a quick return Then why should we distrust so good a God That alwayes shakes before he strikes his Rod Thy mercy keeps us in the darkest night Nor dost thou in a sinners Death delight Oh let thy goodness spare us for thine ire We know full well is all-consuming fire It is thy mercy Lord must make us blest Alas we are but stubble at the best O turn us Lord or else we cannot turn For as we are w' are only fit to burn And if we needs must burn oh Lord reveal Thy self unto us till we flame in zeal Such holy flames oh Lord will so aspire That thou wilt take a pleasure in our fire A zealous flame gives a most glorious light A Christian like a Glow-worm shines at night I care not Lord how dark I