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Poetick miscellanies of Mr John Rawlet, B.D. and late lecturer of S. Nicholas Church in the town and county of New-Castle upon Tine
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Rawlet, John, 1642-1686.; White, Robert, 1645-1703.
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Heart forgive Who pure and sober are in all their ways And in God's Service vow to spend their days Art thou but such a one thou art the Guest Whom Christ bids welcome to this Heavenly Feast With Love and Joy his Death Commemorate Whilst here thou feed'st and hereby Consecrate Thy self entirely to him and he will His promises and thy desires fulfill He 'll own thee for his Servant and bestow Such Blessings as thou needest here below Ev'n here he seals to thee Pardon and Peace And all thy Graces shall receive Increase Until at length he raise thee far above To taste the fullest Fruits of his dear love Where we no more shall need our Bread and Wine Ravisht with glorious Sights and Joys Divine Wherefore who in those Heavenly Joys would share To sup with Christ on Earth let them prepare FOR EARLY RISING ON A Lords day Morning THis day our blessed Lord did early rise Let all his pious Servants do likewise His good Disciples rose before the light That his dead Body they with spices might And tears embalm then let devotion raise Us up to give our God and Saviour praise Thus let our Songs of praise shorten the night Till we shall come into that heavenly light When we shall hear no more of nights and days No more shall cease to love rejoyce and praise O blest employments these Saints truly blest Who thus emploi'd enjoy eternal rest This holy Rest let me this day begin Resting to God from business care and Sin. And let me in thy day and service find Such pleasure and such profit to my mind As may excite me all the following Week And my whole Life my dearest Lord to seek Not in a Garden or a Cave of Stone But in the Heavens where on his glorious Throne He doth exalted sit at God's right Hand Thousands of Angels round about him stand There free from sin and sorrow sloth and sleep There let me an eternal Sabbath keep Morning Thoughts BOth God and Satan by my Bed-side stand My Morning-thoughts are crav'd on either hand He that gets these is like to have the day What then shall God be empty sent away No Lord but let the whole made holy be By these First-fruits I offer up to thee I praise thee for this last Nights quiet rest The Peace and Safety wherewith I am blest I praise thee my good God that to my sight Once more thou hast restor'd the Morning-light My Strength and Time which thou do'st thus renew I Consecrate to thee they are thy due Be with me this whole day Save me herein From danger if thou please chiefly from sin All the day long Lord keep me in thy fear And make me ever sensible how near Thou art In private or in company Let me remember thy all-seeing Eye Upon me plac'd that I my self may frame To do thy Will to glorifie thy Name In sin with others let me not comply But speak act think as knowing thou art by Good Lord preserve me from that hainous Crime Mis-spence of short uncertain precious Time. O let me not my golden hours wast But live this day as if it were my last That I may mind the work I have to do Set Death and Judgment Heav'n and Hell in view Let me from Christ my Head fresh strength derive That I by Faith in thy dear Son may live Let me do others good my self at least Let sin this day be weakned grace increast Help me to spend it so that I at Night May looking back upon it take delight And in Eternity thy Name may praise For this and all my well-improved Days DIRECTIONS FOR THE EVENING REview at Night the Actions of the day What time was well spent what was thrown away Bless God for Mercies and confess the sin Thou know'st thou hast been guilty of therein To God through Christ for Pardon humbly pray Resolve against it for the following day Dare not to close thy eyes before thou make All Reckoning clear Perhaps thou may'st awake Before God's Judgment-Seat How dar'st thou look Him in the Face should he present a Book Of sins unpardon'd But if thou hast made Thy Peace through Christ thou need'st not be afraid Both Soul and Body are secur'd from harms Thou lodg'd in such a gracious Fathers Arms Who all his Children will in safety keep And so thou boldly may'st go die or sleep ON WHITSUNDAY ALL hail great day Day of our new Creation And of Redemption the sure confirmation Almighty Love that did us first create In holiness and bliss when from that state By our Apostasie our selves we threw Into that state doth us again renew This did the blessed Jesus undertake And by his Spirit wrought which for his sake On us was shed and which doth fully show Christ is God's Son by making Christians so He being now advanc'd on Gods right hand Doth exercise his regal Power and By all the Miracles of this great day Not only doth his present power display But also shews his future purposes And doth effect them by such signs as these A rushing Wind do his Disciples hear And cloven fiery Tongues on them appear God both in Wind and Fire and Voice is here Through all the World this wind commotion makes Which both the Heathenish State and Jewish shakes For not the Idol-temples fall alone But also that of the great Solomon This fire soon grew into a mighty flame And as if that strong wind had driven the same Through the whole World it did with brightness shine And did the World enlighten and refine Those Cloven Tongues th' Apostles mouths did fill And did convey to them such wondrous skill In all the Languages the World had known That they exactly spoke them as their own And whilst in these they do the Gospel preach Their hearers they do both surprise and teach These were to them Letters of Credence given To shew their Embassy deriv'd from Heaven What God inflicted once for punishment Now as a blessing on the World is sent Variety of Tongues that did disperse All Nations now unites the Universe The Babel-builders it did then confound But now the Christian Church even from the ground To such a vast firm structure doth it raise As may engage Spectators to his praise Whose wisdom can make all things serve his ends The same thing hurts his Foes and helps his Friends What to th' Apostles he did then direct Hath on each single Christian some effect O Sacred Spirit within my Soul repeat These blessings which once made this day so great Breath thou upon me with that heavenly Wind Which may refresh and purifie my Mind Kindle within me and preserve that fire Which may with holy love my Breast inspire And with an Active zeal my mind enflame To do thy will to glorifie thy name Furnish me richly both with gifts and Grace To fit me for the duties of my place So open thou my Lips my Heart so raise That both my
mind And no Tears fall but those of joy Which Nilus like while they orewhelm are kind IV. But though with all this pomp of words we prate And paint the happy glories Which grace the triumphs of a future State Yet sure we think 'em sensless stories The pageantry of some distempered Head Which fancies Pencil did delineate The broken visions of the living when they dream'd ' o th' dead That we are so loth to die Proceeds from infidelity For whatsoe're the mighty Men of Sense Those skulls of Axiome and Philosophy By reasons Telescope pretend t' evince Beyond this World we can no other see And not to be Worse than lifes greatest storm appears Than all its Hurricanes of hopes and fears So some baulkt Gamester who hath but one poor Stake Left of his Stock and knows not when he may Get more to keep in play Does his last chance with trembling take And fain he would the fatal throw delay The Box once lost to him for ever 's past away V. Or if we 're fully satisfied The Soul is to Divinity allied That its impenetrable hypostasis Is of a lasting and substantial make Which Death's arrest can never shake But from our scattered Ashes shall arise Bekindled with exhalted energies If this her fixt perswasion be Doubtless 't is guilt that makes us pale and grone When fate sends out the black Decree Of dissolution As a debauch't Gallant That 's just embarquing for a foreign Land ' Midst throngs of Creditors does worried stand Who for quick payment with wild fury rant So Conscience rallies up Of crimes the worst of Debts ten thousand Bills Embitters with new poysons Death 's ungrateful Cup And the departing Soul with shame and horror fills So that Mankind doth lye Under a sad necessity Of strong desire to live and wretched fear to die Which way so ere their faith they turn A forcible Dilemma's Horn Wounds them in each Hypothesis The Atheist would for ever live in this 'Cause there 's no other World the Theist 'cause there is By Mr. Walrond of All Souls An addition by another hand VI. But the true Christian whose firm Faith doth sway His Heart and Life who humbly doth obey That Gospel he believes and in good earnest makes Heaven his end and Holiness the way Wherein he constantly doth walk Whilst he thro' this low World his journey takes And leaves great things which others use to talk This gallant Man can Death outbrave Which if a Monarch fear that Monarch is a Slave Mean Slave is he who fears to die He lives yea dies in daily fear Death tho' far off he thinks and makes it near Afraid of every Man that passeth by Of every Beast and Bird and every Fly Of every Bit and every Draught Which is ever poysoned by his own dire thought Fain the poor Wretch would longer live And yet he fears what longer Life must give He dare not Eat he dare not Sleep Tho' thousand armed Guards strict watch do keep O're him the mighty Prisoner Day and Night They watch as if 't were to prevent his flight These aw'd with threats and hir'd with great rewards To keep him safe yet cannot save his breast From fears which still disturb his rest Alas the Tyrant fears those very armed Guards VII But the true Christian free From this ignoble painful slavery O're fear of Death has got the Victory And o're the love of Life and all that 's here Which this low Life to Mortals doth endear His Soul by Grace refin'd from drossie Earth From sordid Lusts and love of Sin Made mindful of its own high Birth It will not be confin'd within These narrow bounds of Matter and of Time But up into Eternity will clime With wings of Faith and fervent Love doth soar To the Aethereal Regions there to share Those Glories which our Lord is gone before For all his faithful Followers to prepare Our Lord who drove away dark shades of Night Brought Life and Immortality to light And with that darkness banisht fear And by that Light our minds did chear The Christian he doth teach to wait And long for Death that shall translate His Soul to its most blissful State And makes him patient to endure The cares of Life or miseries of old Age Even when the torturing Stone the Gout or Colick rage He bears with courage what he cannot cure VIII Not love of Life but hope of Heaven does give This courage and makes him content to live In midst of Racks and cruel Pain Who in the midst of joys counts Death his gain Strong and untir'd he acts th' allotted part Undauntedly he bears th' inflicted smart Not that he fondly cares still to repeat Lifes tedious Circle still to eat To Drink to Talk to Work and Sleep Still to roll the Stone up Hill The Stone which tumbles downward still Only he knows he must his Station keep Untill the General bids sound a Retreat And when he hears that joyful sound Gladly he doth himself prepare To march away and doth himself his breast make bare When Death draws nigh to give the healing wound He dare not on his Life commit a Rape Heaven is not taken by that Violence But he dare meet Death in the horrid'st shape He nothing fears from that kind Providence Which wisely orders all Axes and Halters Flames and Swords Whatever else we dreadful call What are they all but Bugbear words To fright weak Childish minds but cannot fright That Man of Wisdom and of Might The valiant Christian not afaid to die For Death is all those great words signifie IX If Death be all what does the good Man care Whether an Halter or a Quinsie choke And stop that breath which he doth freely yield Whether an Ax or Apoplexy give the Stroke The gentle Stroke of Death The good Man generously dare In a good cause die in the open Field As well as in his Bed give up his breath Nor does he fear the stormy Ocean's Wave In a Sea Monsters Paunch dare make his Grave Is unconcern'd whether he expire In some Malignant Fevers fire Or in the nobler flames of Martyrdom Elias-like he be conducted home O're all he is a Conqueror And somewhat more ' i th' midst of all he can in triump sing O Death where is thy Sting Of that long since thou was bereft For in our dying Lord that sting was left In stead whereof Death now hath got a Wing Which helps to waft the Heaven-born Soul on High When once releas'd from this dull earthly Clod There the free Soul to her own home doth fly For ever there to make her blest abode Where she no more doth fear to sin to smart or die But there she clearly doth behold her God Her God she there loves and enjoys eternally Midnight Meditations LOOK here my Soul how sparkling and how bright These Stars do shine in this cold frosty Night From the Sun's absence they advantage take Their native lustre visible