breed a harmony within the sphere Of his blest Soul be circumspect and lay The best foundation hear what Heav'n will say Adams Petition to God Incensed Father of eternal light Permit a darkened Soul t' approach the sight Of thine incomparable eye unmask Thy anger clouded Soul and let me ask Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press My staggâ—ing Soul I know not whom t' address My apostare self unto but only thee Whom I offended Please to pity me I have no pleasing Sacrifice t' attone Thy wrathful Brest except a hearty groan That 's quadrupl'd with grief Oh deign to look Upon the lines of my all-blotted book Although I 'm full of most detested spots Yet Lord I know that thou canst read my blots Oh read them then and let thy mercies run With thy progressive eye I am undone If not forgiven Lord I thee implore To shew some mercy to me thou hast store Discipher all my sins and let them not Bâ—ar record in thy rouls but rest forgot Revoke this act of Death that I may sing Th' admired mercies of so blest a King Oh lift me up that now am thrown below Make not my Soul the Custom-house of woe Oh hear these bitter groans that I have spent And send some comfort from thy Parliament Gods Reply Thou skelleton of baseness hie thee hence Disturb me not return I say from whence Thou cam'st at first thou shalt as soon remove A mountain as my mind I cannot love No nor I will not nothing shall intreat My resolutions for my fury 's great Begone proud Rebel do not think thy prayers Thy vows thy groans thy sighs thy sobs thy tears Shall make my brest their receptacle No How can I be a friend to such a foe Surcease thy importunities let fall Thy high desires I will not hear thee call Thy sins have barr'd my ears I 'le not be won With thy base airy words for thou hast spun The thred of thy destruction therefore wear What thou hast labour'd for and so forbear T' intrench upon my patience 't is in vain To seek for that which thou shalt not obtain And is it thus that Heav'n will not regard My cries Ah me and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him whose tongue affords Nothing but grief involv'd with bitter words Alas alas what greater wo can crowd Into a brest then to be disavow'd By Gods high Voyce whose most enraged breath Darts forth the arrows of eternal death What shall I do Oh whither shall I run To hide my self until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy Oh whither shall I stray If I am silent then my silence turns My thoughts to fire If speak my speech returns Trebbl'd with wo into the brazen Tower Of my sad heart my language has no power To work upon his ears my words Banded and thrown against th' obdurate walls like balls Unyielding brest bounds back again and breaks Into my heart and every sorrow speaks A volume at a word yet yet must I Return unheard 't is misery to dye And pain to live thus in despair I draw The loathsom air Destruction knows no Law Grief rains a flood of doubt into my Soul Ah me I can do nothing but condole I am despis'd and if I bend the force Of my desires to him he will divorce All thoughts of pity and with rage re-double Th' unsum'd up sums of my infringing trouble I sail into the Straits both wind and tyde Prevail against me and I have no guide To pilate me unto the long'd-for Port Of pleasing happiness I am a sport To threatning Ruine whose presumptuous waves Out-dares my Soul whilst every blast enslaves My reeling Pinnace If I strive to go Towards Scylla Scylla will contemn my wo Alas in vain I can expect relief Scylla will bark at my unbridled grief Or if my head-long vessel chance to hit Against Charybdis I am torn and split Into ten thousand pieces Oh hard hap Thus am I tossed in Destructions lap Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul and audiate my cries I will not thus desist I must implore He that 's lost once sure can be lost no more Adams Petition to God Once more thou Metropolitan of all The spacious world I here presume to call Upon thy mercy Oh let me inherit The pleasing fruits of thy re-pleased Spirit I am thy fabrick oh some pity take Preserve the building for the Builders sake Clothe not thy brow with frowns but let thine eye That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty Reflect upon my sorrows Oh incline Thy willing ears to hear this grief of mine Oh do not say I shall as soon remove A mountain as thy heart thou canst not love Let not such harsh imbitter'd language flow Out of a mouth so sweet I know I know Thou art as good as great oh therefore bow Thy sacred ears to hear oh hear me now Bestow some scraps on me that have deserv'd Nothing but stripes for I have fondly swerv'd From thy Commands have committed treason Against thy Majesty Great God of Reason View my in-humbled Soul see how it lies Before thy sight a weeping Sacrifice I know thou knowst I am a hainous sinner Yet pity me that am a young beginner In this rich art of begging Do not slight My real prayers I know thou tak'st delight In being merciful oh let me not Return unanswer'd or my prayers forgot Oh hear the sorrows of my bleeding state Let my complaints make thee compassionate And let the fervor of my language turn Thy thoughts to pity quench these flames that burn My wasting Soul speak peace to me that find A civil war in my uncivil mind Oh I have tasted of thy hot displeasure Too much Ah shall thy vengeance know no measure â— Say 't is enough though Lord I must confess I have deserved more yet give me less Thus with a melting heart I end my Suit Ah me how bitter is forbidden fruit Gods Reply Thou bold fac'd Orator how darst thou come Before me or be otherwise then dumb Tell me how dat'st thou interrupt my brest I hate to see thee or hear thy Request Audacious wretch what has my Judgments made Thy heart grow peremptory Have I layd Too small a burthen on thee If I have I 'le lay a greater thou apostate slave I will not note thee nor I will not hear Thy words which have usurp'd my deafned ear Love thee for what be 't known sad wretch I scorn To love a thing so base so vile forlorn And if I cannot love how can it be That I can pity such a worm as thee I 'le neither love nor pity for my heart Is adamantine thou shalt feel the smart Of my displeasure Go my Soul disdains To look upon thee thou art fill'd with stains And smel'st too much of fruit to find respect Thou art the subject of my great neglect Thou art a barren soil nothing
with holy mirth I may proclaim how good thou art Open my lips that I may sing Full prayses to my God my King Ejaculation II. Lord make the torments we endure The Symptomes of thy Love not wrath Thou art our Chiron we thy cure Our crime 's our sores thy blood 's our bath O we are weake be thou as strong How long O Lord O Lord how long Ejaculation 3. Just Judge of earth in whom we trust Make sharp thy sword and bend thy bow Consume the wicked Save the Just For thou the Reines and heart dost know Then shal our tongues sing forth thy praise And praise thy justice al our dayes Ejaculat. 4. Lord teachus timely how to pray And give us patience to expect Thou hatest sin O guide our way Judge thou our Foes The Just protect Then shal the wicked fall with shame And we will sing that love thy name Ejaculat. 5. Creat Son of the eternal God To whom the world subjected lyes Break not but breed us with thy rod O we are foolish make us wise And if thy wrath begin to flame Wee 'l seek protection in thy Name Ejaculat. 6. Lord if our enemies encrease And we invoke bow down thine ear Be thou our shield and make our Peace And we will scorn what worldlings fear Great God of health great Lord of Rest O make us thine and we are blest Ejaculat. 7. Thou righteous Hearer of Requests Make voyd the counsels of thâ—unjust Send peace into our trembling brests And fill our hearts with fear and trust If thou wilt make thy face to shine Let others joy in corn and wine Ejaculat. 8. Lord thou whose equal hand allays The poor mans grief whose help thou art Encline my heart to give thee praise And I will praise thee with my heart Forsake me not for Lord I trust As men are cruel thou art just Ejaculat. 9. Lord crush my Lyon-hearted Foes Rout them that seek to ruine me Rise up O God forget not those Whose wrongs refer their cause to thee Or if the wicked must oppress Be thou not far from my distress Ejaculat. 10. Great God thy Garden is defac'd The Weeds do thrive thy Flowers decay O call to mind thy Pâ—oâ—â—â—â—se past Restore thou them cut these away Till then let not the Weeds have power To starve or tainâ— the poorest Flower Ejaculat. 11. Lord leave us not too long a space O view our griefs and hear our pray'r Clear thou our eyes unvâ—â—â— thy face Lest Foes presume and we despair Lord make thy mercy our repose And we will sing amidst thy Foes Ejaculat. 12. Lord teach me to renown thy Nâ—â—â— Which through the world is so renown'd Let man thy glorious Works proclaim Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd As beasts to men subjected be So Lord subject mans heart to thee Ejaculat. 13. In all extreams Lord thou art still The Mount whereto my hopes do flee O make my Soul detest all ill Because so much abhor'd by thee Lord let thy gracious tryals show That I am just or make me so Ejaculat. 14. Great God whom Fools deny how dare Our lips request thy glorious Eyes If thou but see thou canst not spare And what thou seest thou must despise Lord make us hear thy saving voyce Then mayst thou see and we rejoyce Ejaculat. 15 Lord cleanse my heart and guide my tongue Preserve my lips from false deceit Protect my hands from doing wrong Teach whom to love and whom to hate Instruct me how to take and give Lord grant me this and I shall live Ejaculat. 16. Lord teach my Reins that in the night My tutor'd Reins may tutor me And keep me always in thy sight For in thy sight all pleasures be Let not my soul in darkness stray O thou my life O thou my way Ejaculat. 17. Behold my Right and right my wrongs Thou Saviour of all those that trust O I am weak my Foes are strong Lord thou art gracious thou art just O make me rightly prize this life And let thy glory be my strife Ejaculat. 18. Great God my strength at whose command Whil'st I serve thee all creatures serve me Protect me from my Foe-mans hand O as thou hast preserv'd preserve me With peaceful conquest crown my days And I will crown thy Power with praise Ejaculat. 19. Great God the work of whose high hands The glory of thy Name declare How perfect sweet are thy Commands How purely just thy Precepts are Cleanse all my sins clear every spot Both open secret known forgot Ejaculat. 20. Accept O God my holy fires Lead thou our Armies give success Bless our designs grant our desires O hear and help in our distress Preserv'd by thee we shall prevail When Chariots flee and horses fail Ejaculat. 21. O God whose Judgments are severe And Mâ—câ—s full of sweet compassion Scourge thou thy Foes save those that fear Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation And I will spend my joyful days In Psalms of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 22. My Jesus thou that wert no less Then God and yet with men forlorn Larths Comforter yet comfortless Heavens Glory yet to men a scorn What thanks shall I return to thee That wert all this and more for me Ejaculat. 23. Great Shepherd of my Soul thy hand Both gives me food and guides my way Subject my will to thy Command And I shall never starve nor stray If thou wilt keep me in thy sight Thy House shall be my whole delight Ejaculat. 24. Lord purge my heart and cleanse my hand Direct my tongue and guide my will For nothing that 's unclean can stand Within thy great thy glorious Hill Lift up my heart deprest with sin And let the King of Glory in Ejaculat. 25. Lord guide my footsteps in thy Truth And let thy grace be my repose Forgive the frailties of my youth And free me from my causless Foes Redeem thine Isr'el from their hand And bring me to thy promis'd Land Ejaculat. 26. Lord keep me just and judg my right Prove thou my reins and try my heart O make thy Temple my delight And fix my dwelling where thou art Redeem my Soul confirm my ways And give me power to give thee praise Ejaculat. 27. My God whose fear drives fear away Shew me the beauty of thy House Preserve me in the evil day That I may sing and pay my vows Lord grant me fear and grard my path Give Patience and with Patience Faith Ejaculat. 28. O God be thou my living Rock Whereto my râ—stless Soul may fly Bâ—â—st be thy Name when I invoke Thâ—u hear'st my suit and send'st supply 〈…〉 or else convert Or weaken that they may not hurt Ejaculat. 29. Shall Mountain Desert Beast and Tree Yield to that heavenly Voyce of thine And shall that voyce not startle me Noâ— stir this stone this heart of mine No Lord till thou new-â—oâ—e mine ear Thy Voyce is lost I cannot hear Ejaculat. 30. Lord let the evening of my grief Be
followed with a morning joy Hear thou my cry and send relief That tak'st no pleasure to destroy If thou wilt lengthen out my days Their task shall be to sing thy Praise Ejaculat. 31. Lord thou that hoord'st thy Grace for those That love and fear thy sacred Name Redeem me from my conqu'ring Foes And vindicate my trust from shame Give me fair Conquest at the end Till then true courage to attend Ejaculat. 32. Let my confession lanch my sore And let forgiveness cure my wound Lord teach me early â—o implore For I am lost till thoâ— art found Then shall my joyful Songs express Thy Praises and my thankfulness Ejaculat. 33. Great Lord of Wonders thou by whom My heart was fram'd and form'd alone From whose high Power all powers come That didst but say and it was done Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy Power and sing thy praise Ejaculat. 34. Lord let the Sun-shine of thy face So clear mine eyes so cleanse my heart That being season'd with thy grace My Soul may taste how sweet thou art O let thy mercy make me just And then my heart shall fear and trust Ejaculat. 35. Lord plead my cause and right my wrong And take my Snarers in their snare O be not from me Lord too long Lest they triumph and I despair Let all my Foes be cloth'd with shame Whil'st I sing praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 36. Fountain of Light and living Breath Whose Mercies never fail nor fade Fill me with life that hath no death Fill me with light that hath no shade Confound the proud in their pretence And let thy wings be my defence Ejaculat. 37. Be thou my Trust my God and I When â—â—â—ners thrive will not repine Or if my wants should want supply I will not fret I will not whine What if their wealth my wants increase They shall have plagues at last I pâ—ace Ejaculat. 38. Lord in thy wrath correct me not For I confess and hate my sin My flesh consumes my bones do rot â— â—â— pains without and panâ—s within O thou that art the God of Rest Release my sin relieve my brest Ejaculat. 39. Lord curb my tongue and make we see How few my days how short their length Incline my heart to trust in thee Remove thy scourge or give me strength I am a Pilgrim hear my cry And send some comfort ere I dye Ejaculat. 40. Lord thou whose Mercies do exceed O fill my language with thy praise Stand thou my Helper at my need Confound the wicked in their ways Be thou my Comfort in my grief And crown my Patience with â—elief Ejaculat. 41. Lord if thy pleasure make me poor Thou wilt bless them that give me bread If thy sick hand hath scourg'd me sore That hand that struck will make my bed Sustain me Lord be thou my Store I shall be neither sick nor poor Ejaculat. 42. My God full tears are all the dyet That feed my sad my drooping brest In my distress in my disquiet Be thou my Stay be thou my Rest Be thou my God in my relief And I will triumph in my grief Ejaculat. 43. Lord right my wrongs and plead my right Against all those that seek my Ill O let thy perfect Truth and Light Conduct me to thy holy Hill Then shall thy Altar make relation Of thy due Praise and my Salvation Ejaculat. 44. Lord our fore-fathers found redress In all their frights in all their fears Wilt thou be dumb to my distress And not my God as well as theirs Redeem my Soul whose loyal knee Ne're bow'd to any God but thee Ejaculat. 45. Great Bridegroom fill thy dearest Spouse With outward glory inward graces May she forget her fathers house And only clinge to thy embraces Affect her heart with Love and Duty And then take pleasure in her Beauty Ejaculat. 46. Lord help me when my griefs do call In my distress O be thou near Then if Earth change or Mountains fall I will not â—aint I will not fear Shew me thy Wonders and inflame My heart to magnifie thy Name Ejaculat. 47. Lord let thy Judgments fill all those That love thy Mount with joy and â—â—rth Confound and crush all Sions Foes Sion the glory of the Earth Let all that love thy Sions glory Recount her State repeat her Story Ejaculat. 48. Lord teach me wisely to contemn All goods that transitory be Let me not stand possest of them If they be not possest in thee If I be wealthy and not wise I live but like a beast that dyes Ejaculat. 49. Lord God of gods before whose Throne Stand fire and storms O what shall we Reâ—ues to Heav'n that is our own When all the world belongs to thee We have no offering to impart But praises and a wounded heart Ejaculat. 50. Lord if thy Mercies purge my heart Concâ—â—â—'d in lust and born in sin Breathe truth into my inward part Renew me a firm spirit within Then let thy goodness not detest The ruines of a broken brest Ejaculat. 51. Let others boast in gold and prize Ev'l more then good and love deceit Thy Mercies Lord are my supplies And on thy Name will I await Lord let thy Mercies still inure My brest to love the thing that 's pure Ejaculat. 52. Lord if thou take away thy hand How all compos'd of fears are we What Arm can save what strength can stand When Man poor man 's forsook by thee Lord keep my Faith in thee unshaken For thou forsak'st not till forsaken Ejaculat. 53. Lord let thy Name secure and free My threat'ned Soul from all my Foes Stand thou with them that stand for me Support all these suppress all those Then shall my Soul division run Upon thy Praise till Time be done Ejaculat. 54. Hearer of Prayers confound my Foes That bruise my tortur'd Soul to dust In man alas there 's no repose Foes have no pity Friends no trust My trust is in thy Word which says They shall not live out half their days Ejaculat. 55. O God the malice of my Foes Encreaseth dayly more and more But Lord thou art my safe repose Thou art my strength thou art my store Be thou my gracious God and then I will not fear the pow'r of men Ejaculat. 56. Be gracious Lord unto my grief For in thy shadow do I trust O send me plentiful relief For thou art merciful and just Then shall my spirits utter forth Twi light Hosanna's to thy worth Ejaculat. 57. Lord keep me from those hearts and tongues That practise mischief from the womb Weigh right to them that weigh us wrongs And let confusion be their doom But let the Just be fill'd with mirth And fear that God that rules the Earth Ejaculat. 58. Lord save me from my Foes make voyd Their Plots and all their Counsels vain For ever let them be destroy'd For in thy hand my hopes remain And I will always spend my days In Hymns of thanks and Songs of praise Ejaculat. 59. Lord
though we feel the bitter taste Oâ— thy displeasure for a while Yet thou art gracious and at last Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile O when that storm is over-blown Thou 'lt trample those that tread us down Ejaculat. 60. Lord hear my troubled voyce and bring My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest Protect all those that strive to sing Thy praises with a cheerful brest Let comfort with our years increase That we may praise thy Name in peace Ejaculat. 61. Lord God from whom all mercy springs Instruct my hopes to wait on thee Teach me what vain and fruitless things The helps of what is earthly be All strength belongs to thee alone 'T is thou my God must help or none Ejaculat. 62. Lord how I long to see thy face That I might spend me in thy praise Thou art my glory in disgrace Sustain my steps direct my ways Thou art my Refuge when opprest With grief my Joy with toyl my Rest Ejaculat. 63. Lord hide me from my bloody Foes For in thy goodness do I trust Protect my sought-for life from those That shoot in secret for the just So then shall I that fear thy Name Have cause of glory they of shame Ejaculat. 64. Thou gracious Hearer of Requests Hide all my sins behind thy merits Showre down thy Spirit into our brests And drop thy grace into our spirits That from our faith rich works may spring And give us cause to shout and sing Ejaculat. 65. Lord if thy flame must needs be felt Let us be purged in that flame Let our rebellious spirits melt Into the Praises of thy Name That we being tutor'd and kept under May fear with love and love with wonder Ejaculat. 66. Lord let thy favour still inflame Our light'ned hearts to walk thy ways That all the World may praise thy Name And all the Earth may sing thy Praise So fructifie our hearts that we May bless thy Name being blest by thee Ejaculat. 67. Lord rise in pow'r within my heart And chase my sins thy Foes and mine Then shall I see thee as thou art In Glory great in Power divine So I more white then Snow shall sing Thy ways and praise my God my King Ejaculat. 68. To that sweet Lamb which did sustain Grief above weight Pain above measure Whose stripes and scoffs and grief and pain Were only purchas'd by our pleasure Be Honor Glory Praises given By Souls on Earth by Saints in Heaven Ejaculat. 69. Let shame be their due recompence That seeke to wound my Soul with shame Be thou their help and strong defence That seek thee Lord and love thy Name Make haste O God for I do waste My Soul with grief O God make haste Ejaculat. 70. Lord thou that underneath thy wing Didst keep me in and from the womb Assist my age that it may sing Thy praise in ages yet to come Preserve my Soul protect my name Shame be to them that seek my shame Ejaculat. 71. Great Prince of Peace whose Kingdom brings Justice Redemption Power and Peace That bends the knees and hearts of Kings And fill'st all Nations with encrease All Praises Honor Glory be Ascrib'd alone great Prince to thee Ejaculat. 72. O God whose dreadful Voyce like Thunder Affrights the Earth and shakes the Ayr Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder That hear'st my plaints and grant'st my pray'r Forsake me not but when I stray O let thy Crook reform my way Ejaculat. 73. O thou whose Mercy did begin Before all Time unty'd to Times As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin Be like wise gracious to our Crimes Th' art now a God as well as then And we as they no more then men Ejaculat. 74. O God the Sion of my Soul Is wholly desolate and waste Where thou shouldst rule my lusts controul O Lord relieve O God make haste Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim Eternal Praises to thy Name Ejaculat. 75. Glorious Creator make thy face to shine On this our poor distressed Land Defend and dress thy fading Vine And bless the Man of thy right hand Let thy Free grace inflame our hearts And we will sing thy praise in parts Ejaculat. 76. O God our Song our Strength whose hand Hath broke our bonds and set us free Incline our hearts to thy Command And we will own no God but thee Conduct and feed us as thy Flock And give us honey from thy * Rock Ejaculat. 77. Direct O God the Judges brest Preserve his hands his eyes upright That he may vindicate th' opprest And guard him from injurious might O let him know that he shall be As Judg of others judg'd by thee Ejaculat. 78. Lord cast thine eyes upon thy Foes Confound their Troops that are combin'd Against thy Flock which thou hast chose Make them like chaff before the wind Defeat their plots with sudden shame That they may seek Jehovah's Name Ejaculat. 79. Lord teach mine eyes my will my heart To see to choose and to desire Thy beautious Courts wherein thou art O fill my thoughts with holy fire Be thou my Sun whose glorious Rays May light my Soul to sing thy praise Ejaculat. 80. O God remit thy Peoples Sin And shew the Sun-shine of thy Face Repress thy fury and begin T' inspire us with thy saving grace That Righteousness and Truth may meet And light our hearts and lead our feet Ejaculat.. 81. Great Spring from whence all mercy flows To them that trust and love thy Name Give me thy strength and then my Foes Shall see thy greatness and their shame Be thou my Way my Truth my Light So shall I live and dye upright Ejaculat. 82. Sion the glory of the Earth And Subject of my holy Passion May all the Well-springs of my mirth Be â—ounded upon thy Foundation Of all delights I wish no other Then to be Son to such a Mother Ejaculat. 83. Lord let thy fury cease to burn Or else my Soul must cease â—â—â—e Can praises issue from the Urn What thanks can ashes give to thee Enough if thou but undertake me Let death surprize let friends forsake me Ejaculat. 84. Lord thou whose Mercy fails not those That build their trust upon thy Name Protect my Soul from all my Foes Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim So shall the remnant of my days â—â— crown'd in Peace and thou with Praise Ejaculat. 85. Eternal God before whose Eyes A thousand years seem as a day Direct our hearts and make us wise To use that time we cannot stay Send Joy to our sad hearts and bless Our prosp'rous actions with success Ejaculat. 86. Though thousands here ten thousands there Do dayly fall before mâ—ne eyes I will not faint I will not fear Beneath the wings of the most High Let me be guarded Lord by thee Then I 'le not fear nor faint nor flee Ejaculat. 87. Lord purge my Soul that I may learn To read my Fortunes by thy hand Let my instructed Soul discern That worldly bliss is
eyes Maintain thine honor 'T is not me The proud conâ—â—â—â—â— Great God but thee Ejaculat. 117. Lord give me a believing heart Though wanting strength I fear not man If thou be pleas'd to taâ—e my part Let malice do the worst it can Although in snar'd I will not fear For thou art stronger then a snare Ejaculat. 118. Give me the heart O God to trust And lead my footsteps in thy wayes Quell thou the power of th' uniust That righteous hearts may give thee praise Do good to good men and encrease Their number plenty and their peace Ejaculat. 119. Lord we are Captives and we bow To Satans burthen every hour We sow in teares oh when wilt thou With Joy requite the weary sower So blesse my labours that I may With comfort long to see that day Ejaculat. 120. What I possesse oâ— what I crave Brings no content gâ—â—â—â— God to me If what I would oâ— what I crave Be not possest and blest in thee What I enjoy oh make it mine In making me that have it â—â—â—â—e Ejaculat. 121. Lord plant my fears within my brest That I may wallâ— thy perfect ways Then shall I prosper and be blest In all my deeds in all my dayes Then shall I see the fair encrease Of Syoâ—â— glory Isâ—â—â—â— peace Ejaculat. 122. Lord since there must be alwayes Foes T' afflict the souls of flesh and blood Let mine be such as do oppose Thy Churches peace thy Sions good Then let 〈…〉 of thine Confound or â—â—re thy foes and mine Ejaculat. 123. Hearer of prayers to whom should I Implore but thee in my distresse For mercy harbors in thine eye And thou art fil'd with righteousness To thee O God my hopes shall flee My soul expects no help but thee Ejaculat. 124. Lord if mine eyes should look too high Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell Break thou the tumor curb mine eye Lest one grow fierâ—â— the other fell So shall my soul grow wise and flee From her own strength and trust in thee Ejaculat. 125. Lord let mine eyes not sleep untill I build thy Temple in my brest Take pleasure then and make it still The chosen palace of thy rest Let all her Foes be trodden down And let thy glory be her crown Ejaculat. 126. Lord we are several members joyn'd To make one whole whose head thou art Let all our thoughts but make one mind And give one body but one heart United souls of Saints appear The sweetest musicke in thine eare Ejaculat. 127. Light thou the Lamps great God that they Lightn'd by thee may give us light Let their bright luster drive away All darkness from thy Courts by night Bless us and them that they and we May bless thy name first blest by thee Ejaculat. 128. Let every wonder that I see In Heav'n and earth and in the sâ—â—â— Advance sâ—me hâ—nâ—â— Lord to thee That didst and canst do whâ—t thou please Let others worship wood and stone My soul shall blesse thee Lord alone Ejaculat. 129. Good God where ere I cast mine eye On earth beneath or heaven above I see thy goodness and I spye Perpetuall pledges of thy love Thy favours through the world extend And of thy mercy is no end Ejaculat. 130. Lord if my tongue and busie quill Be not in Sions praise imploy'd Then let my hand forget henskill And â—â— my â—â—nguâ— for eâ—eâ—â—yâ—d Thy praise shal be my chief delight Whilst tongue can speak or hand can write Ejaculat. 131. Kindle O Lord my love with zeal Light my affections with thy flame Give my tongue courage to reveal The secret glory of the name Be thou my God in all distresse And let thy hand be my â—â—dâ—â—sâ—e Ejaculat. 132. Lord thou that mad'st me and do'st pâ—y Into the sâ—oâ—ors of my heart From whose all presence none can flye Nor hide them there but where thoâ—â—â—t Inform my soul inflame my brest And lead â—â— to eternall Rest Ejaculat. 133. Lord keep me from my self that am The greatest Foe I need to fear O cover thou my faâ—â— with sâ—â—â—â—â— And give my sins no dwelling here Subdue my flesh and then my Spirit Shall sing the praises of thy merit Ejaculat. 134. Lord when my grief shall finde a tongue To cry for help finde thou an care Whilst others seek to do mâ— wrong Make thou O God my conâ—ciâ—nâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— In those self-snares they haue prepâ—r'd Let my insnarâ—â—â— be insnar'd Ejaculat. 135. When winter fortunes cloud the brows Of summer friends when eyes grow strange When plighted faiths forget their vows When earth and all things in it change O Lord thy mercies fail me never Where once thou lov'st thou lov'st for ever Ejaculat. 136. Judge not my actions by thy Laws For then my sorrows are but just But let thy mercies plead my cause For in thy mercy is my trust Those that oppose my soul oppose I am thy servant they thy Foes Ejaculat. 137. What is there Lord what is in me To hope for safety from thy power What help can I expect from thee That merit vengeance every hour How great so ere my sins have bin Thy mercy's greater then my sin Ejaculat. 138. Great God whose kingdome hath no end Into whose secrets none can dive Whose mercy none can apprehend Whose justice none can feel and live What my dull heart can not aspâ—re To know Lord teach me to admire Ejaculat. 139. O Lord my iudgements dark and blind It cannot judge twiâ—t good and ill My will is captiv'd and confin'd It wants a freedome how to will Great Lord o pow'r great God of might Release my bands restore my sight Ejaculat. 140. Great God whose goodness doth repleate And fill our coasts with full encrease That feed'st us with the fat of wheat And glad'st thy Sion with thy Peace How more then others are our days Extreamly bound to give thee praise Ejaculat. 141. Shall frost and snow give praise to thee And shall my soul not bear a part Lord frost and snow appear to be Not half so cold as is my heart Shine glorious sun thy beams but felt My frost will thaw my snow will melt Ejaculat. 142. Great God to whom all praise belongs Whom Syon sings and Israel â—eaâ—s O stop those lusts that stop our tongues And fright thy glory from our eares Do thou enlarge what flesh retaâ—es And bind those Kings our lusts in chaines Ejaculat. 143. Lord season my unsavory spiâ—iâ— And bridle my too headstrong will That I may alwayes take delight In acting good and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O give me grace to understand My life is alwayes in thy hand Ejaculat. 144. Direct my steps Lord be my way And make thy patheâ— my sole delight That like a traveller I may Not fail to rest with thoâ— at night O me how happie and how blest Lord should I be in such a restâ— Ejaculat. 145. Lord let the morning of my griâ—fe Finde on t a night of lasting pleasure Thou art the God in my relieâ— In povertie thou art my treasure I care not Lord how poor I be Unto the world â—rich to thee Ejaculat. 146. Lord let thy sacred fâ—â—e thaw The Ice of my hard froâ—en zeal And let thy will be my known Law So shall my heart thy worâ—h reveal And with a haâ—â—â—ujous Song My tongue shal praise thee all day long Ejaculat. 147. Great King of Peace be pleas'd to send Thy Peace to our disteâ—pen'd Land O we are bad teach us t' amend And let not ruin be our brand Then shall our lavish lips deliver Our thanks in Peace to our Peace-giver Ejaculat. 148. If it be so that we must fight Lord make our crimes to prove our Foes For thou our God dost take delight To see such pleasant VVars â—â— those O may such waâ—s as these encreasâ— Untill our conquests end in Peace Ejaculat. 149. Lord let the praises of thy power Advance the power of thy praise Let every day let every 〈◊〉 Praise thee till 〈◊〉 fâ—il and dayes To thee all power and praise be given By Saints on Earth by Souls in Heaven THE END Isa. 43. 1. 2 3 4 5 6 7 * Psal 81. 16
the weakest sound But yet it strongly eccho'd to the voyce Of his desires and made him love his choyce Even as some bold-fac'd General that dares To storm a well-man'd Town at first prepares A potent Army which he soon sets down Before the Walls of the alarum'd Town He after views the ruine-threatning-Fort Which speaks defiance and begins to sport Their several shots and with a sad delight Ingage each other in a bloody fight Then if the fierce Besiegers once perceive Themselves out-strength'd they think it fit to leave So hot a work and for a little space Desist and fall upon a weaker place Where finding smaller opposition venture With greater courage and at last they enter The yielding Town and cruelly begin To take revenge of them that are within Even so the grim-look'd malice-armed Devil The base-resolved General of Evil Perceiving that he could by no means take The sublime Fort of Heav'n plots how to make A fresh attempt upon a weaker part And so prepares to storm the flexive heart Of unresisting Eve that could not grapple With such a Foe but yielded for an Apple To those most false Alarums which surrounded Her much obedient and soon confounded Her inward parts and gave her Soul a wound Which cannot be by time or art made sound Except the grand Physician please to slake His swelling fury and some pity take Thus are our conquer'd parents sadly left In a deplor'd condition and bereft Of all their comforts they which have enjoy'd The life of happiness are now destroy'd And man his wretched off-spring must be made Sorrows sad heir and Peace must not be said T' inhabit in him Adams actual sin Made ours original for we begin As soon as made to entertain the guests Of Sin and lodg them in our infant-brests Now may our weak and despicable eyes Behold in them our ample miseries Now we may glut the Air with this sad cry The root being dead the branches needs must dye For Adam's gone beyond all humane call Rebellion never ends without a Fall But stay my Muse here let us rest a while Our Journey 's long and 't is not good to toil Too much at first for Reason says 't is best To pause a time and take a little rest Know then kind Reader that my Muse shall meet Thy serious eyes within another sheet The end of the first Book THE SECOND BOOK OF GODS LOVE AND Mans Unworthiness ARe all hopes fled and is there no relief Must man still wander in the shades of grief Will not the eye of Heav'n be pleas'd to shine Upon his Soul but leave him in the brine Of his own sins Is there no warbling voyce Can charm his ears and woo him to rejoyce In being pitiful Will nothing move The much incensed Soul of Heav'n to love Man Map of Misery who can prevail In thy requests or who cut off th' entail Of thy distress 'T is not a writ of Error Can satisfie or guard thee from the terror Of thine own Conscience which will alway stare Upon thy face and load thee with despair 'T is not a Habeas Corpus will remove The body of thy sin none can disprove The Will of God what he resolves to do Must neither be withstood nor div'd into It lies beyond thy power to perswade Thy God to pity whom thy sins have made A wrathful Judg what he intends must be Derived from himself and not from thee For thou hast nothing in thee worth the name Of good because thy glory 's turn'd to shame Thou art corrupt and vile in every part And who can know the evil of thy heart Which like the Ocean that no art nor eye Can search her bottom or her banks disery Therefore till heav'n shal please to change the sâ—â— Of thy condition Reason bids thee wait For be assur'd the promis'd seed will spread It self abroad and bruise the Serpents head Even as the Fountain whose exuberous brest Is always fluent and admits no rest But with a cheerful willingness she sends Her crystal tokens to her smaller friends Even so our God distilleth from above The healing streams of his refreshing love For ah the luster of his Sun-bright eye Is drown'd in tears when our sad Souls prove dry Oh admiration that a God so just Should rain down floods upon a heap of dust Oh Mercy that so much incens'd a God Should send forth Mercy and keep in his Rod His Soul is fili'd with pity and his eyes Begin to view th' unsatiate miseries Of Adams down-cast off-spring Though his ear Seems unto us resolved not to hear Their bitter cries nor note the sad Devotions Of their contristed hearts yet by the Motions Of his blest Soul he sends his Son and Heir Into this wretched world that he might bear The Cross of our Transgressions and expel The clouds of sin and conquer Death and Hell Thus by his death we liv'd and by his grief Our new-calm'd Souls were furnish'd with relief Oh sudden change That wind which did before Drive wretched man upon the threat'ning shore Of unâ—voyding ruine fills the â—ails Of his desires with milde and prosperous gales The Boreas of his sin does now surcease His full mouth'd blasts and Zâ—phyrâ—â— speaâ—s peace Unto his ship-wrack'd Soul and now he rides Upon the new-tam'd backs of pleasing Tydes Oh that my tongue were able to rehearse The Love of God with an Angelike Verse Oh that some heav'nly diety would fill The black-mouth'd concave of my wandring quill With pure celestial Ink that I might write In heav'nly characters and learn t' indite I châ—â—ahs praises in a stile as high As my desires and make the lofty Sky Eccho with Hallelujahs that the Earth May like a Midwife hug the joyful birth Of every word and make each corner ring VVith peals of Joy the Glories of our King Is man deliver'd from the painful womb Of his foul sin and raised from the tomb Of everlasting death and shall not we Applaud that hand which set such pris'ners free VVhat shall we be afraid to â—rack and break The chains of silence and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels No let 's call Vpon his name that rais'd us from a Fall Let 's stretch our lungs with a warbling breath Sing to the life how we were rais'd from death And when our tongues are wearied let 's express By heav'nly signs our real thankfulness But stay where runs my quill what have I lost My self in raptures or else am I tost Into the air of pleasure by the wind Of true delight If Passion proves so kind I am content oh may I always rest Adorn'd crown'd with a Heav'n-ravish'd brest O love ineffable Must wretched Man The spawn of baseness and the unmeasur'd span â—f everlasting infancy be made Loves object Must th' Almighty's love be said To dwell in Man whose tongue cannot deliver The least of thanks unto so great a Giver VVill the Sun-gazing Eagle that soars high Descend t'