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A74677	Eugenius Theodidactus. The prophetical trumpeter sounding an allarum to England illustrating the fate of Great Britain, past, present, and to come. Such wonderful things to happen these seven yeers following, as have not been heard of heretofore. A celestial vision. VVith a description of heaven and heavenly things, motives to pacifie Gods threatned wrath: of a bloody, fiery way of the day of judgment, and of saints and angels. / Sung in a most heavenly hymn, to the great comfort of all good Christians, by the Muses most unworthy, John Heydon, gent. philomat.	Heydon, John, b. 1629.	1655 (1655)	Thomason E1671_3; ESTC R208414	82,593	168

This mov'd S. Paul with zealous ard●ncy 'gainst worldlings to cry out and them accuse That they themselves their souls would so abuse Such lying vanities so to respect So sottishly their Souls health to reject In Aegypt straw and stubble for to buy Yea Straw I say and chaffe which finally Would their own house burn down and ruinate And head-long them to hel precipitate Whereas their saviour at a cheaper price Would sel them gold pure gold rare Merchandise Even all the Golden joyes and sweet delight Of Paradise coelestial sacred sight That Pearl of blest salvation which to buy The wisest Merchant would most joyfully Sel all his worldly treasure earthly pelfe With this rare jewel to enrich himself And what 's his price O cheap and nought else sure But what thou maist thy self with ease procure Only thy heart t is only this he craves This given to God both soul and body saves Not that thy God is better by the same But thou made blest to magnifie his Name 'T is onely thine not his good he desires And for this good he only thanks requires Oh therefore silly simple sinful man What greater madness tel me if thou can Than such a proffer fondly to refuse Than death for life for treasure Straw to choose For precious liquor Fountain water good To choose foul puddles stinking ful of mud Oh more then mad men thus to take more pain Head-long to run to hel with might and main Then even the holiest Sain is to go to heaven Who oft with treats and threats are thereto driven But 〈◊〉 my soul thy Saviours Counsel take O do not thou his bounty so forsake Go buy of him give body heart and all To purchase this rare Gem angelicall And with that royal Shepheard David say O thou my soul trust in the Lord alway Yea in his awe and Law take thou delight O like love love look on this both day and night Let it be thy arithmetick alwayes To take account and number out thy dayes A Deaths-head let thy chiefe companion be An hour glass remembrancer to thee Let thy chiefe study be continually How to live wel and blessedly to dye So shalt thou O my soul most happy be When thou of that blest Citie art made free When thou amongst that sacred hierarchie Shal sing sweet tones and tunes melodiously With heav●ns Psalmodical harmonious quire Of Saints and Angels zealous hot as fire The Diapason of whose heav'nly Layes Doth warble forth heav'ns due deserved praise Where thou being grac't and plac't in heav'nly state In precious pleasure ne're to ●erminate Being sweetly rap't in heav'nly extasie Christ and his Churches Epithalamy My sainted foul with surged voice shal sing To God in Christ my three-one heav'nly King O happy Citizens enfranchis'd there O joyful quiristers singing so cleare Victorious souldiers thus to be trans-planted Where peace for war where life for death is granted Happy wert thou my soul most truly blessed If thou wert once of this rare joy possessed That then I might be fill'd and never fated With that rare sight which once initiated Shal last for aye without times dissolution Shal be most specious without all pollution Therefore my heart as hart being chaft and chased By furious hounds most nimbly tract and traced Desires the water-brook his heat t' allay That so refresht he thence may scud away Even so my heart O Lord desires to see Those Crystal streams of Life which slow from thee Sighes sues pursues her Countrey to recover Here abject subject too too triumpht over By my three fierce and furious enemyes Who seek my soul t' insnare and sin-surprize Even Satan that old hunter and his hounds The quakers Hectors which give my soul deep wounds Who more like ravening wolves would fain devour And captivate my soul in hellish power But thy preventing grace O spring of Grace Preserves my soul dis-nerves their horrid chace And as a Bird out of the Fowlers Grin And as Noes Dove looking to be let in Into the Ark of thine eternal rest My cyred soul is unto the addrest My soul with worlds encumbrances oppressed Desires O Lord to be by thee refreshed My soul doth thirst and hasteth to draw near And longs before thy presence to appear O tree of Life O ever-living spring Whose laud and praise the heav'nly hoast do sing O when shal I come and appear in sight Of thee the S●n of righteousness most bright When shal my soul by thine all-saving hand Be led with joy from forth this Des●rt Land When shal I leave this Wilderness of wo Wherein my soul is tossed to and fro I sit alone as one a house the sparrow i th' Vale and Dale of tears fears sighes and sorrow O lead dear Christ my love-sick soul by th' hand From this vast wilderness drie thirsty Land To thy wine-Cellers that I there may tast Of thy wine-flagons thou prepared hast Comfort me with the apples of thy grace With thy Hid-Manna strengthen my weak case With heav'nly Milk and Honny Lord make glad My heart which worlds afflictions hath made sad O Let me once from wisedomes sacred Lip Coelestial Nard and Rosean Liquor sip Yea let me fatiare mine insariate thirst With that sweet Milk wherewith thy Saints are noure't I thirst O Lord I thirst thou art the wel O quench my thirst and let me with thee dwel I hunger Lord I hunger thou are bread Even bread of Life O let my soul be fed I seek thee Lord yet stil I go astray Through high-waies by-wayes yet I miss the way Thou art O Lord the perfect way and dore My soul wil follow if thou go before Direct my feet to leave the paths of sin Ope glories gate and let my soul go in Let it be riches to me to possess thee Let it be gloy to me to confess thee Let it be clothes Christ Jesus to put on Let it be food his word to feed upon Yea let it be my life to live and dye For Christ my King and for his verity So shal my riches be to me eternall So shal my glory be with Christ supernal So shal my clothing fril be fair and new So shal my food be Manna heav'nly dew So shal my life nere fade but ever spring Being stil preserv'd by Christ my Lord and King But oh alas when shal I see that day That day of gladness never to decay That day of Jubile when all are glad That day when all rejoyce none can be sad Whose endless time and never fixed date Eternity shal never exterminate That Saints blest birth-day which shal nere have evening That lasting day to which no night gives ending That rare Grand-Iubile that Feasts of feasts Sabbaths of sabbaths endless rests of rests To which least care shal never dare come neare Wherein the Saints shal shake of● palid fear O pure O pleasant most desired day Of that eternal springing month of May In which my soul shal evermore rejoyce In which

Eugenius Theodidactus THE PROPHETICAL TRUMPETER Sounding An Allarum to ENGLAND Illustrating The fate of Great Britain past present and to come Such wonderful things to happen these seven yeers following as have not been heard of heretofore A Celestial Vision VVith a Description of Heaven and heavenly things Motives to pacifie Gods threatned wrath Of a bloody fiery way of the day of Judgment and of Saints and Angels Sung in a most heavenly Hymn to the great comfort of all good Christians by the MVSES most unworthy JOHN HEYDON Gent. Philomat {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Possibile est Satyras non Scribere LONDON Printed by T. Lock for the Author and are to be sold by Thomas Blackmore at the angel in Pauls Church-yard 1655. To the truly vertuous and tride learning beholding no Mountain for Eminence not supportment for height Mr. William Lilly O give me leave to pul the Curta●n by That clouds thy Worth in such Obscurity Good Seneca stay but a while thy Bleeding To accept what I received at thy reading Here I present it in a solemn strain And thus I pluckt the Curtain back again the same Iohn Heydon Hom. Ill. a. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} I am gravis ille mihi nig●i quam ●mini ditis Ore aliud qui seri aliud sub poctare colat As vale of death so do I hate that kind Whose tongue from thought whose mouth dissents from minde The same I. H. To Capt. Iohn Heydon VVHat Ornament might I devise to sit The aspiring height of thy admired Spirit Or what faire Garland worthy is to sit On thy blest brows that compass in all merit Thou shalt not crowned be with cammon Bayse Because for thee it is a Crown too low Apolloes tree can yeild the simple praise It is too dull a Vesture for thy brow But with a wreath of Starres shalt thou be crown'd VVhich when thy working temples do sustain VVillike the Spheares be ever moving round After the Royal Musick of the Brain Thy skill doth equall Phoebus not thy Birth He to Heaven gives Musick thou to Earth I. C. Esq To the Author Mr. Iohn Heydon FAin would I speak but yet my tongue-●ide Muse In Rivers thirst and when she hath most use Of speech is strucken dumb she 's plentious poore And knew she less to say she could say more She doth enjoy and yet she cannot find Beginning too much brightness hath struck her blind I could admire thee Iohn and though in truth The downy characters of thy blooming youth Scarce write the man yet if we measure yeares By Vertue thou a heroicall Spirit wilt appear For when most men do fil their greedy Maws VVith Comick laughter and the sweaty plause Of vulger Palmes others write wounding Lines And wil accuse though they be worse the times Thou steer'st another course and spend'st thy oyle In sacred objects and in holy toyle No sinfull Eloquence thy verse defames No lustfull sports nor Cupidinean flamess Thy Poesie doth neither frown nor smile There 's no satyrick nor Venerious stile And must these works be hid and car'st thou less To give them to the Moths then to the Press Free them from Darkness Iohn that they may be A torch to others and a Crown to thee For ere they shall obscured lye undone Like Raphael I le usher in Heydon M. B. Esq To the Right Honourable in his Countrey Righr Servicible in Ireland Right Able of Himselfe his Excellency the LORD HENRY CROMVVEL-DEPUTY of IRELAND I Se the Storm a comming whether shall I Seek Covert in the Mountain or the Valley Or else be take me to the silent stream And let the tempest burst and split his splean Vpon the Earth so I be safe and saven VVhile I shall ride at anchor in the Haven Alas the fatall Sister-hood in sport VVill there betray thee for within the Port Shipwrack hath disappointed and disgrac't The Proverb of long look't for comes at last Then wil I launch into the very Mayne To see if Neptunes Diety wil dayne To fence and fling his Trident on my Head By pewer whereof all storms are scattered VVhich if he do deny my comfort it shall be My shipwrack great Noble men shalt see I sink not in a dicch nor by the shore But dye and lye at Neptunes Palace D●re T is thou alone that bearst the Triple Mace Canst in the very speed of all their Chase Restrain their pursuit do but protect it The simple Misterious Nereides of the Prophet Charge Aeolus as he does honour thee He do not dis-imbulk his Cheeks at me I have done nothing to offend thy traine Stole Amemone as the Poets fayne Nor sought to spoyle the Sea-gods bed of Corall I mean Heavens Mysteries for that 's the Morall If this be so vouchsafe me thy Protection That I may bring this work unto perfection Then will I sing thy fortune and thy fame And prove that CROMVVELS from the Trojans came Shew where his Ancestors long since did build A seat which hitherto their name have fill'd Now may that name and honour nere expire But in a melting Firmament of fire From Cliffords-Inne the 10. of May 1655. So Prayeth your Lord-ships most humble Servant JOHN HEYDON To the Reader REader these Lines which must pass thorow the pikes and swords of censure are not written to pleasure every man then I should displease my selfe and my friend I write only to give my friends that I promised call me not one of our now Priest now Prophet and then Lawyer I le assure you I never fancied a Pulpet never could boast of Entheusiasmes nor never could attain to such perfection in the Law although it hath been the most of my study and now my profession viz. the practise of an Attorney in the Vpper-Bench if you would know who I am I was born in this sumptious City in Green-Arbour London I lived sometime in Warwick-shire very obscurely it was my fortune to travel into other Countreys first with a Merchant as Factor he dyed afterwards I was forced to exercise my self in Martial disciplines in Spain and Turkey under the Command of Sede-Malamet Booker Knine Alcad at the Siege of Sally I made my escape was taken again yet escaped to Mamorah then I went to Zant from thence carrled to S●vel and then to the Spaw and when I came to England I followed the Law and gave a very ignorant fellow five and thirty pounds to instruct me in that honourable profession he like a duns took my money and left me as ignorant as when I came to him it was my good hap to meet with an honest man and by his instructions I came to be what I am Reader I have taken in vacation to publish what may at all times be advantagious to you A well-wisher to all honest men is J. Heydon The Preface YOu wanton Lads that spend your winged time And chant your ears in reading lustful

God the Father and the Lamb Christ Jesus Shal of such heavy yokes then clearly ease us And be a Temple unto his most faire To whose blest Saints with delight repaire His worship then shal be most plain and pure And shal for ever constantly endure Without all legal Rites or Ceremonie Adoring God in Christ in sanctimony Whose looks to them as Lessons shall appear His holy name be'ng Musick in their ear And such indeed is this great Cities state So admirable so inexplicate That Gold and precious stones being too too base T' express the glory of that glorious place If nature did more precious things bring forth More amply to describe this Cities worth I therefore know not what terrestrial thing We may with due proportion hereto bring To have a fit and true analogy Unto this temple of eternitie But God himself and Jesus Christ alone In whom it may most properly be shown Again this Citie hath no need of Light Neither of Sun or Moone or Stars most bright For as the Prophet saith when God again Shall his dear Church restore and o're it reign The glorious Light thereof so clear shall shine By the blest presence of the Unite-trine That even the Sun and Moon shall seem most dark And in comparison but like a spark To that ineffable refulgent light Of Gods blest countenance and sacred sight Whereby alone the Saints shall all possess Such perfect joy and hearty cheerfulness As that all earthly comfort though it seem'd And were as bright as Sun and Moon esteem'd Shall be superfluous needless most neglected And unto this compar'd not least respected Also the Heirs and Sons of this Salvation Even all th' Elected people of each Nation Kings of the Earth whom Euphrates did bar And once sequester from Christs Kingdome far So many as are saved as many shall Shall in Jerusalem coelestiall With perfect joy enjoy the full fruition Of this most infinite and heav'nly vision And thither shal their pomp and honour bring Even unto God and Christ their heav'nly King But here 's not meant their worldly wealth and state Their Gems and Jewels Gold or Silver plate For since this sacred Citie needs no light Of Sun or Moon which shine on Earth so bright Much less shal there be need of worldly pelfe In this most sacred sumptuous Commwealth But this is hereby understood and meant That those good Princes which were eminent For vertuous gifts of grace and piety Shall lift up all their whole felicity Their glory and their princely estimation From earthly unto heav'nly contemplation And only fix their joy upon the same And glory thus to glorifie Gods name The gates moreover of this City shall Be never shut but stand widrope to all None shall from this felicity be staid Nor be shut up as frighted or afraid For there shall be no Enemy to fear them No doubt of danger then shall once come near them All spight of former adversaries cease For there shall be perpetuall rest and peace And which is more there shal be here no Night For why an everlasting splendour bright From Gods all-glorious presence shall proceed A Lightmore pure then light it self indeed Shal so incessantly shine forth alway Making an endless everlasting day But here this night may further intimate A two-fold meaning Lit'ral Figurate The Literal sense that there no night shal be Is that indeed the Saints no Night shal see For why as hath been said all times distinctions Of day and Night summer and winter seasons Shal then quite cease and be superfluous The figurative sence and meaning thus May be explain'd that no obscurity Of error of slye hypocrisie No unclean thing foul or abominable No filthy creature Lyer detestable No Murthering Cains no Iudas implous No Cham's nor Achams sacrilegious No cruel faithless friendless envious else That hurts his Neighbour but much more himself No Avaricious arm'd in hooking tenters And clad in Bird-lime catching all adventures Nor ought that may contagiously infect Or once eclipse the joy of Christs Elect Or violate the glorious state and bliss Which Christ the Lamb hath purchased for his Nor in the least degree shall hurt or wrong The flourishing estate which doth belong To th' Saints rare dignity and perfect Light Of sincere worship of the Lord of Might Which is his angels glory and chiefe grace And shall for ever in them keep firm place But those shall hither come with joyes most rise Whose names are registred i th' Book of Life For whom the Lamb Christ Jesus did ordain This glorious Kingdome with him thus to reign Who were predestinate to this salvation Before the worlds originall foundation To these alone the Gates stand open wide These shal for ever with the Lamb abide Lastly to make this citie most compleat In every part to be as good as great The Holy Ghost having at large declared The churches glorie being thus compared Unto a sumptuous citie ful of State Now finally proceedeth to relate That both this City and its Citizens Are furnisht and replenisht with al all means For conservation of their endless joy Sufficient to protect them from annoy They have I say spirituall lively meat Divine angelike Mann ' to drink to eat The soveraign Balsum to conserve alway Their health in health from fall or least decay The holy spirit as erst here using stil These earthly terms t' express heav'n● sacred wil And all to shew heav'ns great benignity Descending thus to our capacity This honour'd City hath in it also A sacred River which doth over-flow With pure and precious water of blest life Whose stream do issue from its fount most rife A current River not a pool with soil Nor foul or troubled Aegyptian Nile Or billowing Euphrates But sweet and fair With dectable streams smooth clear and rare A River for its great aboundancie Pure in respect of its sweet sanctity Of water of Gods Sp'rits rare gifts of Grace Of life whose tasters live an endless space And clear as Crystall from all spissitude From all unclean corrupt amaritude This River shall from Gods great throne proceed And from the Lambs gliding with pleasant speed And thus the River here may signifie The Holy Ghosts gifts third in a trinity Which is not sleightly ratifi'd indeed In that t is said here that it shal proceed From Gods and from the Lambs most sacred throne Which Iohns shewn Prophesie hath clearly shown Yea and i th' midst of this great Cities street Pav'd all with gold as mould under their feet Through all the pleasant passages most fair Where to and fro the Sainted souls repair On either side this River rare to see Doth flourish fairely a Life-giving tree Which tree of Life doth thus much to us show That to those gracious Waters which do flow To all the grace●s of Gods sacred Spirit Christ Jesus is conjoynd by whose just merit His Church hath life true peace and sure salvation Thus having with the Sp●rite co-operation And

sure in pure felicity Which happiness though yet I may not have Until my soul receive my corps from Grave Until I mortal be immortalized And with the sacred angels angelized Unttlith ' clouds my Saviour come again To re-collect th' Elect with him to reign O yet my soul thy selfe delight and solace To ruminate the joyes of that sweet Palace To recapitulate the sacred pleasure The Saints shal then possess in plenteous measure Even in the eternal palace Crystaline The sacred seat of the United trine The glorious Court and heav'nly presence Chamber Of heav'ns great Emp'rour wonderful Commander That alpha and omega first and last Who was is shal be when all times are past That mighty powerful One sole God most high Th' eternal King nay self-eternity Infinite all in all yet out of all Of ends the end of firsts Originall The Life of Lives Bounties ore-flowing flood Cause of all Causes Ocean of all Good Un-Seen all-Seer Stars-Guide Sight of Seeing That One-None which to Nothing gave a Beeing There also shal my soul behold and see The most ineffable deep Mystery Of that incomprehensible trine-one Sitting in glory in his glistring throne With blessed Saints and angels comitated With all the heavenly hoast of soul-beated Prophets Apostles Patriarchs of old The noble band of Martyrs stout and bold Our Parents Wives our Children Kindred Friends Yea all to whom Christs saving health extends All of them clad in bliss coelestial All shining bright in joy angelicall Wherein the presence of their heavenly King They Hallelujah Hallelujah sing To him that sitteth on the throne most high Making a most harmonious Melody With sacred sugred Notes and heav'nly Songs Singing the praise which to the Lamb belongs This being their especial exercise Their pleasant practise customary guise Stil to behold the Lords most beautious face Burning with love of his most lovely grace Their mouthes stil fill'd with praises of his name In magnifying his immortall fame Without all tediousness or intermission Protected alwaies by his blest tuition O there is infinite un-uttered joy Mirth without mourning bliss without annoy Health without sickness or pernicious humors Perfection without all sonitainting humors Peace without war and light without darkness Love without hate beauty without paleness Sweetness without all fulsome surfeiting Life without death life ere continuing There are no sighs no sobs no penury No hunger thirst but with saturity No chilling killing frosts or least extremes No parching Sun-shine with her piercing beams No wil to sin no power to offend No enemie least mischief to intend Good Paul hath there no need to watch and pray To labour in the world both night and day And good old Ierome then may cease t' afflict Himself so often by a life most strict To conquer his spirituall enemy To overthtow the Serpents subtilty For there 's all peace security and rest That peace which can by no means be exprest There 's all perfection sacred Light excelling All sorrow care darkness and dread expelling O life eternall holy habitacle Heav'nly Jerusalem Saints receptacle O amiable City of the Lord How should my soul thy prayses due record What excellent rare thing are said of thee What things are writ are hop't are found to be In thee thou hast the seat of glory sure That good-best good-God joy and solace pure Which far exceeds the science and deep sense Of humane reason and intelligence Por which even Legions of Professors good And godly Martyrs have not spar'd their blood But with undaunted valiant courage have Made Lyons Tygres Fire and sword their grave That after death they might enjoy that Crown Those Palms of peace of honour and renown Wherewith thy Saints O blest Jerusalem Are happifi'd in happiness supreme VValking as Kings in those most gorgeous streets VVhere each one nought but perfect pleasure meets In streets I say more precious than pure gold Glistring with glory wondrous to behold The Gates of which most holy habitation Are pearls of pearless price and valuation VVhose wall is all of precious stones most pure Incomparably rich and strong t' endure There is that glorious Paradice coelestiall Surpassing Adams Paradice terrestriall VVherein are fluent Oyly Rivers Currents Fair brooks of butter and sweet Honney torrents Replenished with Garden-walks and Bowers VVith beds all wrought and frought with fragrant flowers VVhose odoriferous rare variety Afford most various sweet amenity VVhose curious colours and whose lovely greene Are alwaies fresh are alwaies springing seen There Hearts-ease Saffron Lillies and the Rose Do savour sent spring spire with sweet repose There all the Spices aromaticall T' afford delight and cheer the heart withall There is that soveraign Balsum med'cinable For sent and Salve most precious amiable All these in thee flourish without defect VVith these the Garlands of the Saints are dect VVithout corruption they continue stil And sprout and spring about this Sion hil In thee 's that peace of God which doth exceed Mans understanding and faith wavering Creed There is that glory which doth all advance Obnoxious never unto change or chance There 's that eternal light as sure as pure That Sun of righteousness for ere t' endure That white and bright blest Lamb of God most high VVho shews and shines most clear incessantly VVhich no time ever shal once terminate Nor no disastrous chance extenuate There 's day which never darkness doth admit There in their bowers of pleasure Saints do sit There also is certain security There shalt thou find secure eternity There all rare comforts from heav'ns glorious King Successively successfully do spring What ere the soul can wish request desire Is there at hand without the least enquire What ere thou lovest there is to be found Only what 's il comes not in this blest ground Oh then my soul what pleasure infinite Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight Yea what a most profound and pure abyss Thus to behold the Lord of Lords is this Thus to behold with ravisht admiration The Lords bright face with sacred contemplation Yea with thine eyes to see what faiths dim eye On earth was never able to espie Even that eternal trinity most blest Which can by man no sooner be exprest Than Austines seeming Lad could powre or lade The mighty Ocean into th' Shel he made Without a bottome that his Shel to fil No sooner can I say mans stupid wil Til his corruptiod in-corruption be This holy Mystery clearly know and see But when thou mortal dost imortallize When Christ my King thy soul once happifies Then shalt thou tast that God is good and gracious Then shalt thou Live in this his house most spacious Then shalt thou tast the spring of life most sweet Then in the heav'ns thou shalt Christ Jesus meet Then shal thy water of terrestrial griefe Be turn'd into the wine of sweet reliefe Then shall thy Sobs be turned into Songs Then shalt thou triumph for thy worldly wrongs O then in that most sacred glorious

not com neer me That so these blasts though blow may not so fe●r me Thou being my un-rocking rock my shield My fortress strong which to no force can yeild Most skilful Pilot so my stern direct My weather beaten boat so safe protect That it these dangers infinite may sh●n And to my harbour may the right way run Commiserate compassionate my case And in thine arms O Christ my soul embrace Though I with Ionas seamen lose my wares My goods my life worlds pleasures best affairs Though persecution Rocks my Bark may batter My danger driven boat may split may shatter Yet grant O Lord I may not shipwrack make Of my sure faith in thee but as the Snake Is said t' expose his body to the blow Of him that smites to save his head Even so I willingly may undergo all crosses And with content may bear the greatest losses That I may hold fast faith in Christ my head So I may live by faith to sin be dead With this conclusion should my soul be cherisht I had been undone had I thus not perisht Yea with those Argo-Nautae willingly My ship through straightest passages shal flye So that in th' end I may with joy possess The Golden fleece of endless happiness Lord though the puddle of impurity Hath my poor soul polluted loathsomely The Ocean of iniquities foul flood Hath me beimeard in stinking mire and mud O yet sweet Christ with Hylap of thy merit Clense and make clean my sin-polluted spirit Wash me o Christ with thy most precious blood None nought but thou can do my soul this good My wel-nigh-shipwrackt soul O Lord assist VVhich too too-long the way to thee hath mist Contemn me not condemn me not for sin But let my Soul to thy sweet rest go in Remit O Lord what I have il-omitted Remove O Lord what I have mis-committeed And though I be to pass by th' Gates of hel Grant power to pass them and with thee to dwel To dwel I say with thee i th' Land of Living Where to thy saints thy joyes thou stil art giving O thou my souls sweet soul my Harts dear Hart In this distress do not from me depart Be to my soul as a bright-morning-star Which I may clearly see though somwhat far And be as th' art indeed the sun most bright Of righteousness that my flesh-dimmed sight Being with Faiths Collyrium made more cleer I speedily may see the way appear To my heart-chearing long desired port Whereto my soul hath longed to resort I may in time see and fore-see sins charms And so prevent th' event of Sins great harms That on the shore I may perceive thee stand Giving me aym with thy most sacred hand To keep the right way to thine habitation The heaven of happiness and sure salvation That passing thus this Danger-obvious Ocean By thee the strong Arch-mover of each motion I may go forward with such circumspection And be so guided by thy good direction And with thy grace be so corroborated And with Rock-founded faith so animated That as 'twixt Scylla's and Charib●is fear My Bark in passage doth a ful sail bear I mean proud Pharisaical Self-station And graceless Diffident Cains desperation By th' justified Publicans example I may the right regenerate paths trample Of that true penitent good Prodical To thee O Lord for mercy cry and call That by thy gracious guide and safe tuition I may escape despairs and prides perdition And so with joy with joy unut●erable Approaching to the shore most amiable Casting the anchor of a constant hope On Christ my Saviour fastned with faiths rope I may my Merchandizes bring a-Land And put them into my sweet Saviours hand Even all the gains which I poor soul had made Of this good Talent lent to me to trade To whom although I bring but one for five Yet will he not my soul of heaven deprive And though that one through mine infirmitie Hath been much blemish't with impurity Hath been disgrac't defac't and much abused Yet by my Christ it wil not be refused But graciously hee 'l take my wil for deed Wil hold me by the hand and thus proceed VVell done good Servant worthy of my trust Wel done I say thy service hath been just Since thou in little matters hast done well Thou shalt be Lord of things which far excel Since thou to do my Will hast done thy best Come come with me into thy masters rest Even so Lord Iesus come I humbly pray For thine Elects sake hast that happy day I look I long that I might once deserie That happy Day my soul to happyfie That I with thee my Saviour may rejoyce That with heart-cheering musick and sweet voice In that blest Chorus sweet Angelical Society of Saints celestial I Halleluiah Halleluiah may Sing cheerfully to God the Lord alway To God the Father Son and Holy Ghost Unto the Trine-One Lord of Host To this great God be given all thanks and praise For his sweet succour in these sacred Layes Amen FINIS Omnis Gloria solus est Domini Thrice happy Vision more thrice happy zeal Thus flames us with God Saints Heav'ns Commonweal To the good godly and ingenuous Reader GEntlemen This Book was written for you for none ●ut you any that are malicious wicked and corrupted with any deadly sin in no wise let him presume with Uzza to touch the Ark lest he die It is inchanted with white Magick the Angel of righteousness doth and wil protect it the spirit of the air his seal plannet Sachiel his s●irit and Zebul his Region the Mild south Winde bloweth peace and concord to those I mean such as it is dedicated to and none but honest good moral discreet men may read it whose lives are devoted to the service of God and in whose hearts there is no guile to such this book is given Excuse my absence from the Press Which causeth me thus to express Reader If you with any errors meet In this or that or the other sheet You must therefore the Printer blame For he did all these errors frame