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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

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

but at length relieve me And with thy gentle wings but stroke my smart Dear heart said he I struck thee for to stroke thee Put thee in bonds to set thee free That I might better heal I broke thee I 'm sent to comfort by convincing thee Though I 'm all light and peace yet I did send thee To a dark prison holding over My black rod but it was to mend thee For friends do Fools and Phranticks thus recover Remember man thy wild and Bethlem tricks How oft I strove with the in vain Thine heel could kick against my pricks Sure 't was high time to get thee in a chain Thou and Manasseh stood in much more need Of iron chai●s then chains of Gold Distracted folk must purge and bleed And in their moneths be caught and kept in hold O blessed bonds said I O happy trouble O bitter-sweet sweet-bitter smart My pain was great my profit double Whilst thus thou undertak'st to tame mine heart Void Chymicks spill your Spirits quit your art Cease from your oft sought unfound stone There 's but one Spirit can convert An iron chain into a golden one Dear Dove thy pris'ner may I ever bee Bondage is like to be my state If to my self thou leave me free He 's only free whom thou dost captivate Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty No man can say Jesus is Lord But by the Holy Ghost or cry Abba till that sweet Spirit teach that word I was a lisper and a stamerer And could not skill o th' Shibboleth That might my pray'r to God indear Till this free Spirit gave new speech and breath I was a beggar so extreamly poor I skill'd not how to make my moanes But this Dove met me at Gods door Supply'ng my want of words with store of groanes I was in suit and could not well make good My Title But said this free Spirit Soul take this seal the seal of blood I am thy witness and thou shalt inherit I found a riddle whilst I sought a Text But this free Spirit loos'd the knot Which when I h'd read yet what was next Had not this Spirit prompted I 'd forgot My barren grounds were chapt for want of rain Gasping tow'rds Heaven for a flood This Spirit flowing in a main Told me that he had brought me that 's as good I sea the mine heart found so much dross and tin So ●it●●● else I self a mourning Both for my gross and splendid sin Then he to me the spirit was of burning I fell a burning when my God did chide me Water said I or I 'm undone This streaming Spirit streight suppli'd me Till all those scorching flames were quencht and gone I fell a chilling till my heart grew stone Scarse had I left one warm desire My frozen heart was next to none Then said this holy Spirit I am fire I fell a melting when I felt his heat My soul was broached at mine eyes The ice was thawn to tears and swear Which with fresh gales this Spirit gently dries These fontinells thus dri'd pride rais'd a tumour And then the Spirit 's fain to take His Lancet and let out the humour But oh mine heart how did it burn and ake Which this dear Dove perceiving straight way goes T' a precious box and thence applies An ointment made of Sharons Rose Which both the swelling cools and mollifies When I was none this Spirit made me be And live and breath when I was worse For worse then nothing sin made me For my rebuilding freely did imburse My stony heart this spirit harcht to flesh My fleshly heart did circumcise My bleeding heart with balme refresh Those tears that fell from bleeding Saviours eyes In native gore when I polluted lay Hav'ng none to wash to salt to swath me His counsells were my salt that day His lawes my swadling bands his grace did bathe me With milk for Babes this comforter did fill Both Testaments the old and new But how to come by'● I 'd no skill Till he those breasts of consolation drew He took me by the hand and taught me go For I went all by forms before Till's holy unction made me know A new and living way to Fathers door I got upon an hill would fain descry Heav'ns Canaan from earths wilderness But being there could nothing spy Till with his eye salve he mine eyes did dress Over against Heav'ns haven on the shore I stood and waited for a wind Then did this Spirit waft me ore In heart in hope in faith in joy of mind Arithmetick and th' art of measuring I h'd studied but bungled still The measure of a span to bring O● number of my daies I could not skill Then this free Spirit gave a watch to me Which ev'ryday wind up I must To tell me how my time did flee But I forgot and let is stand and rust Then being griev'd that I 'd so direspected Both guift and giver did indeavour To wind it up but t' had collected Such soil as from the wheels I could not sever Then did I moutning to the donour go Confess'd my fault shew'd him the soile It gather'd whilst neglected so Do not despaire said he for I am oyle This is the Spirit of all life and bliss Yet when I felt him first I died The fountain of my life he is Yet but for him I h'd neer been mortified This Spirit in mine heart doth shee l abroad Gods dear and never dying love Yet not a day but his sharp rod Doth me severely chastise and reprove This Spiritrais'd my Christ yet casts me down Doth cast me down and yet uphold Mine humblings are my joy my Crown My fear doth make my faith more firm and bold Calms are not alwayes proffitable for me Therefore the winds are sometimes high This Spirit blusters and is stormy That I might groundfast in humility This Spirit is my good and only guide Yet walk i th' Spirit Scriptures say My conduct and my path beside This Spirit is my Captain and my way Man walk according to thy native light Say some and thou shalt perfect bee Perfect indeed as noon's at night Lord in thy Spirits light light let me see A spirit there 's in man but th' inspiration Of the Almighty only can By no less than a new Creation Enlighten't such a dungeon sin made man Mans spirit is the Candle of the Lord Which who would see by first should light At Gods own fire ev'n Gods own word Gods word 's his mind seat us in black and white For since th' incarnate word his tender love In blood to write us condescends What wonder that his own dear Dove In inke and paper praies us to be friends Nor Son nor Spirit had I understood Bee'ng sunk so deep in sins dark grot Had not the Son took bone and blood Had not the Spirit pen and paper got The Son in humane nature clad doth raise My conscience out of guilts dark grave The Spirit cloath'd in humane