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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

Jonah-like Heav'ns sealed one Enters the deep But shall The Whale The grave him keep See Souldiers watch and Pilate seales the stone As Daniel's seal'd when cast into the Den Malitious Jewes Require a seale And watch which Pilate won't refuse Left some the Coffin'd Corps should steale They 'll keep the Sun from rising Crafty men Lo in a Garden stood the sealed Tomb. Adam the first Hav'ng bin For sin i th' Garden curst To th' Grave My Saviour thus fullfills the doom Then dawns that blessed light that ever since Makes one day shine More then six other For should six week-day lights combine One Lords-Day brightness would then smother With thee Thy Day Lord riseth and proves Prince That Day is now obscur'd wherein Christ slept That Day 's made bright In which That rich And orient light Quit that blind prison where he had been kept Surely that day 's the whole weeks Jubilee That day 's the best Which my dear Lord By ceasing from his labour blest Labour that cost more then a word Wherein redemption set the ransom'd free This first day finds more then the seaventh day lost Can supe●add And raise More praise Then th' other had So th' old Commandment is fullfill'd not crost That bids me celebrate what day of seaven God hath most blest And HIS doth call Such WAS the Jewish IS our rest We sowr'd Gods first works by our fall Till Christs last Passover purg'd out the leaven Was not Christs Buriall part of 's Humiliation His day of rest From that Dark state Shall 't not be blest Shall I less prize a new then old Creation Redemption is a making old things new Rouze Christians then Though dead before Let Lords-Dayes find you living men That with your Christ can rise and soare And for the Christian quit thy Sabbath Jew The first in sin runs first to th' Sepulcher Poor woman kind But Christ Is mist Oh! they can't find Their Lord though two of his Life guard appear The two bright pointers of that blessed Star His countenance Who h'd roll'd the stone Strikes keepers hearts at 's first advance As dead as what he sate upon Thieves were now Angels Christs attendants are Say th' women who shall roll the stone away 'T was done before Thus may I pray I find my score Quit to mine hand when I cry who shall pay Surely my surety did my debt discharge Lord else why should Thine Angell be Sent down t' unlock that prison-hold Wherein my Saviour lay for me My surety's free why may n●t I walk at large They would with Oyntments Odours pretious things Perfume his Prison But th' dead Was fled Their Sun was risen With sweeter balme with healing in his wings Mary the sinner Mary Magdalen Marcheth i th' van To th' Sepulcher But th' stone 's remov'd and so 's the man Shee missing her dear Saviour there To Iohn and Peter runs and comes agen These run a race the wager's precious truth But Iohn outran Alas He was The younger man Happy the man runs after Christ in youth Peter successour to his Masters Cross Whilest John keeps out Enters Christs Tombe Looks for his Christ but finds a clout And winding-sheet in Saviours Room But Christ is gone O blessed gainfull loss Mary th' old weeper stands without and cryes But stooping down Spies here And there The Grave cloaths thrown Which linnens scarce can serve to wipe her eyes Shee is still anxious turns her round and lo There the Gard'ner stood As shee conceiv'd Ev'n he that waters with his blood Each plant of his Thus Christ's receiv'd By the true seeker oft when 't thinks not so Sir if thou have borne him hence and 't was well guest Tell me saith shee Mary Lo I Ev'n I am he Ah! my dear Lord that word revives my heart Yet touch me not saith he I 'm not ascended But go thou rather And tell abroad Unto my Brethren to my Father And yours I go mine and your God So richly is the poorest Saint befriended How studious is my Lord that they should know And so partake Of this His Bliss That did forsake Him in his captive state and sufferings so Surely these men that fled then from their colours Might have expected Another kind Of message should have been directed From their now rising Lord but find Their sins in his Grave buri'd with his dolours No word of th' old uncomfortable story But say I 'm risen Let tears And fears Take up my prison Run tell my Brethren thou hast seen my Glory Also the Angell cries be not affraid Jesus you 'd have I know it well But think you David in a cave Or Davids Son must ever dwell Come see the place where your dear Lord was laid Women your Lord 's not here your Lord is risen Have you forgot Your Lords Own words Or have you not Seek you the Prince of life in this dead prison Run tell the rest and Peter Christ is gone Tow'rds Galilee As he did say With joy and feare away they flee All dapled like the time of day And as they march behold they see the SON O may my Lord thus evermore appear And shine upon Poor me When he Saith get thee gone And unto others of me tidings bear Oh blessed meeting Courtship and devotion All Haile saith he They bow t' his feet Light that forbids us courteous be Was then so dark Christ could not see 't That master taught his schollers no such notion Men 't is observ'd the rising sun adore Christ's risen now And bright Day light Beames from his brow Shall not all worship the Son of God much more The watch mean while bring news of all that 's done To th' Priests within Ev'n that Christ's risen Who seeing him past reach begin To plot how they this truth m' imprison Christs second Grave-stone is a silver one What potent pranks can mighty Mammon shew Powerfull pelf In'ts facts Out acts Ev'n pow'r it self Money can make truth falsehood falsehood true Money betrai'd my Lord to all these wrongs Now they 're devising To keep on foot Something to cloud this bright Suns-rising And 't is large money that must do 't This silver key must turn the souldiers tongues Souldiers are taught a sorry tale to tell Which should methinks Nere slip Their lip But that which chinks So sweetly can make all sound pretty well Say Whilst we keepers slept at th' Sepulcher 's Disciples came And stole him thence Which if the governour shall blame We 'll mediate and make your defence Now hear O Heavens and O Earth give eare Can'st thus O Isr'ell fool away thy Glory Is such a wise Fable Able To blind thine eyes Is this th' authentick yet received story Why souldiers if you slept at th' Sepulcher Whilst that vast stone Was rolling back Which may a Jew believe or none And some by stealth the corps did take I marvaile you could see what men they were Or if you saw the thieves why did you not

Life may not live If they But may The sentence give They plot to bring salvation to distress To drag the resurrection to the grave Earths health to anguish How fain would they See their dear-cheap Physitian languish Who freely cures them all the day Him to destroy they plot he them to save My Lord thy patience is a miracle ' Mongst all the rest As wee May see None of the least My Lord If I may judge it doth excell Oh! how they grudg my Lord his drink and food The Bread the Vine Sent down to us As bee'ng a bibber of much wine They tax and call him gluttonous Who 's only greedy for to do them good These dunghils to asperse the sun begin He casts out evill Yet they Do say He hath a Devil Sinner they call the fountain ope for sin Hee is the Son o' th' Carpenter say some The Son of God You might have said Who rais'd Heav'ns roof you see so broad Such Carpentry's no such mean trade Helping to ground-sill all this lower room Others object that they his country know The place from whence He came Can name And how long since Why Sirs pray when did you to Heaven go Then they perswade us that the King speaks treason Because he makes Himself to be God as he is Because he takes His own they cry out robbery Lord all men have not Faith all have not reason Sometimes he is not Cesars friend they say Who 's Cesars King Yet hee We see Makes fish to bring Tribute to him that he may Cesar's pay Then they crie out that he 's the sinners friend But Oh! that they That thus exclaime Had rightly known what now they say The counsell that to sinners came From his deare friendly lips they 'd more attend To make Christ clash with Moses they project The great Law-giver Doth teach Its breach This they deliver Who would the Coppy by the Proof correct How sharp their sight to find faults where are none But Oh! how dim For to descrie That radiant deity in him And most of all how blind to spie Those great prodigious evils of their own The Temple he 'd destroy and then rebuild This Jewes object But what Of that Themselves project How th' Temple of Christs Body might be kill'd How malice mixt with blindness all misconstr'es My Lord so spake As ne'r did Man Yet 's words and works too they 'll mistake Say he or do he what he can To match his miracles they bring forth monsters Have Rulers or have Pharisees beleev'd The Law we know Say those His foes Ah! if t' were so The Law-Maker would sure have been receiv'd Yet this good Shepherd finds some stragling sheep The Gospel-net Some Fishers takes Some at receipt of custome set Christs customers his market makes And what he finds hee 'll spend his life but keep Some wise and noble too although not many King Jesus Court Can show And so To keep his Fort There 's one Centurion Lord 't is well there 's any Mary th' unclean from whom as many Devils As muddie Nile Hath streams are cast Each flood had its own Crocodile Yet shee becomes one stream at last Of Gospel-penitence for all her evils Christs feet washt with her tears her haire makes dry And Christ agen With blood Makes good Her waies unclean And with forgiveness wipes the weepers eye A Canaanite to th' King of Hebrews comes Begs and implores At Israels feast Some succour from those sacred stores That Jesus for the Jews had drest Whil'st Children slight their bread she leaps at crumbs A little man but sinner not the least Climbes up on high That he The tree Of life might spie And in the fruitless Sycamore a feast Mary the Lords Messiah doth annoint Disciples grudge And think 't too good For him who thinketh not too much To spend on them his precious blood See how one Judas puts all out of joynt Bee'ng thus annointed Christ as King appears And forth doth go As King Riding To Sion so Who brings salvation him an Ass-Colt bears Thus foolish things and things that men despise The Lord doth chuse That this dumb Ass Might preach performance to the Jews Of what of old forespoken was And Christ by weakness might confound the wise Judah thy sceptr●'s gone but Shiloh's come Jerusalem Look out And shout For Davids stem Now springs a fresh in thy Law-givers room Children by their Hosannahs loudly cry'd Do testifie My Saviours praise That he might still his foes thereby His Name these Babes and sucklings rais● Whilst th' Elders and the Fathers him deride Thus whilst the Fathers fall i th' Wilderness Children inherit Why lo Ev'n so It pleas'd the Spirit What men deny to teach poor Babes confess What Jews reject poor Greeks make friends to see Sion take heed Thou be n't the hive That others doth with honey feed Not tasting what it self doth give Whilest Gentiles steal away thy Christ from thee What needs more proof my Lord puts on the rack Devils themselves Though Jews Refuse As worser elves Till they to him a full confession make Would you believe if your high Priest should tell Or who 's the Christ Should testifie Sure your own Caiaphas little mist Saying 't was meet this man should dye For th' people that they perish not GO-SPELL How sweetly sings this Swan before them all Though envy fumes His skin Within His whited plumes Their High Priest sings Heav'ns High Priests Funeral Thus men teach Parrots speak but what they know not The High Priest cries And surely hee Should know this man 's your Sacrifice Yet Christ their Saviour must not be My Lord men do confess thee though they do not This Sacrifice the Priest plots how to kill And yet there was More Priest In Christ Then Caiaphas Thus types the truth shadows would substance spil Innocent Lamb although thou knew'st this plot Yet Oh! how fain Would'st thou get up To be in read'ness to be slain ' Gainst th' Passover that all might sup My Lord thou seest thy death but shun'st it not This is the Paschall Lamb sure I may call it Immaculate O God Thy Blood Sprinkles my gate Yet is thy bitter grief my bitter sallet I' th' upper room my Lord bespeaks the feast For his dear Friends That they might know That from above their chear descends who 'l Feast with Christ must upwards go But Oh! how dear for all pays this dear guest Desiring I've desir'd this feast to eat With you before I go Unto The other shore Oh! how my Lord hungers to be my meat Yet Friends there 's something I must sadly say You 're not all clean ' Mongst you doth fit The man that dips with me I mean A Devill yet an Hypocrite That shall this night the God of truth betray 'T is my Purse-bearers plot his Lord to sell Who had him bought The wretch To Preach I sometime taught But not to sell me or himself to Hell Judas canst thou find death

Stop or pursue So short Report Want so much giue See how the last words have the first forgot But oh fond Priests and Elders whence is it That you can stroak These souldiers pates Sure such neglect would you provoke Of all Yet you 're their advocates Alas how fury doth befoole their wits Mean while Disciples were so far from thieving That when this newes They btought That saw 't Yet they refuse To take 't for truth being so far from believing As two of them were to Emaus going Their busie tongue Bee'ng well imploy'd My dearest Lord stands them among No sooner talk't of then enjoy'd Happy the Servants whom he finds so doing What is your talk that makes your walk so sad Saith Cleopas Dost thou Not know These things Alas A mighty Man and Prophet we have had Mighty in word and deed with God and Men Jesus was he Of Nazareth We'd hop'd might our Redeemer be But him our Rulers put to death This bee'ng the third day since And yet agen We know not what to think on 't hurried 'Twixt hope and fear For some That come From th' Sepulcher Assure us that he 's risen from the Dead But oh this evill heart of unbelief This want of faith That can provoke The gentle Lamb of God to wrath Setting in ev'ry wheel a spoke Clouding the rising Sun with gloomy grief O fooles and slow of heart replies my Lord Slow to believe me But oh Not so Not slow to grieve me Ought not your Christ fulfill the written word But Christ can't alwaies hold his chiding story Sugars his checks With sweet instructions Moses his vaile in pieces breaks Proves by prophetick fair deductions Through Seas of sufferings Christ must land in Glory My Lord then makes as he would further go But they begin so pray Him stay And he turns in Happy who love their close reprovers so This bread of life thus broken when he had He breaks more bread And makes them eat Their Lord 's their Sheepheard they 're well fed Body and Soul with blessed meat My soul seek Christ first and those things he 'll add Just now my Lord makes them see who he is Then slips away And oh 'T was so With me last day One moment op'ned and seal'd up like bliss When Christ was gone say they we might have guest What light 't was brought So bright a day To darkest Scriptures might have thought The risen Sun was in our way Finding our hearts so burn within our breast Then they return back to Ierusalem Brimfull of joy To feast The rest But they are coy Till Christ Himself stands in the midst of them And 't is so still Whoever's sent about To tell thy story Hardness of hearts And unbelief blinds all thy glory Lord who believes Lord who converts Till thy deare presence puts all out of doubt Their doores bee'ng shut and hearts much more that even My Lord to put All out Of doubt None else can do 't This newes imparts in person to th' eleven Yet oh how hard a thing is this believing A sprite appears As they suppose The same that in their storms of fears Walk't on the Seas when winds arose Phant'sies fooles-bolt how 't hinders truths receiving Jesus salutes them with a peace be to you Once and agen 'T is I Sirs why Distrust you then Why do you let such thoughts arise why do you Down doubtings I 'm got up And ready have Sirs come and see And feel I pray A Tombe dead unbelief for thee Dig'd in my side but t'other day And for your doubtings in each hand a grave If these suffice not handle feel my feet There are two more Doubt not I 've got All as before Rather then miss their faith their sense he 'll meet Then for the further feeding of their faith He calls for food They give him fish And Honey-Combe but oh his blood And body is a sweeter dish Then breathing take the Holy Ghost he saith Now doth the frost-nipt Tree of life recover Puts forth again New springs And brings Fruits that remain Spirit and Life so prove's Deaths Winter 's over Thomas mean while bee'ng absent from the rest Freezing from th' fire Like them that miss Th' assemblies Christ is wont t' inspire With sweet assurance joy and bliss Can't feed his faith with hear-say of a feast He must first hold a Coroners inquest Must see Christs ayles And must First thrust i th' print of o th' nailes His fingers e're this faith enter his breast His faith must go on stilts or not at all See with the eye Feel with the hand His faith must in his fingers lye His faith must in his feeling stand At th' bound from sorry sense he 'll catch the ball Th' week after he and they be'ng all together With blessed greeting Increase Of peace Christ Crowns their meeting Thomas saith he come reach thy finger hither As men are wont who 've Children to be taught My Lord was fain Though ev'ry letter In 's hands and feet were printed plain With 's finger teach him spell the better The Child to faith by fealing must be brought My Lord and my God! how this sight relieves me Poor Thomas cries Christ saith Thy faith May thank thine eyes Blessed is he who sees not yet believes me Disciples after this a fishing go But nothing's caught Throughout the night Till Jesus comes and brings a draught Lord shew me so which side 's the right When to catch souls thy Gospell net I throw Christ look't into their cup-board just before Children have ye Got meate To eate Else come to me I 've food and firing for you on the shore Hence sinfull cares infest my soul no longer Base diffidence Doubtings retreat Soul mind thy Saviours providence Do thine own work and he 'll find meat Or give thee somethings better if thou hunger Dinner bee'ng done Christ speaks of working then And so should we Our whet Not let Our food should be Shepheards Christ feeds to feed his sheep agen Shepheards who love to eat but not to feed Are what they 're not Not what they are A Paradox and Gordian knot Which Christ will cut and will not spare Shepheards in name but rav'ning wolves indeed Peter dost love me more then these I 'll prove thee Then feed and keep My flock My st●ck Of Lambs and Sheep All knowing Lord saith he thou know'st I love thee Peter when thou wast young then thou wast free To come and go As thou'dst a mind Girding thy self 't shall not be so When thou art old others shall bind And gird and carry thee Man follow mee Peter replies and what must this man do What 's that to thee Follow Me thou How busie wee Are to mind others works our own not so In an appointed mount in Galilee Christ meets th' eleven Chargeth them there By all his pow'r in Earth and Heav'n To Preach the Gospell ev'ry where Baptizing in the name of One and Three And in so doing