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 chaiâ—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 â—itâ—â—â— 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'â— 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 Oâ— 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
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 TRIA SUNT OMNIA LONDON Printed for George Sawbridg at the Sign of the Bible on Ludgate Hill 1658. ILLUSTRISSIMO DOMINO D no Henrico Cromwell DIGNISSIMO HIBERNIAE PRAEFECTO SACROSANCTAE INDIVISAEQUE TRINITATIS CULTORI INDIVISO TRIPLICI DIVINAR m GRATIAR m Coronâ ORNATISSmo TRIBUS Que Apprime Christianis OFFICIIS INTEGERRIME DEDITO TRIPLECEM HANC TRIADEM SACROR m POEMAT m CHRISTIANAE DOCTRINAE SUMMAMIN SUMMAE OBSERVANTIAE TESTIMONIUM Humillm. F. T. L. M. D. D. D. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER OFt have I seen Luxuriant Vitious Wit A wanton Rape on a fair Muse commit At once distaining by leud Poetrie The Writers Paper-sheets and Readers Eye And may not I oblige the thrice three Muses Chastly to serve so Sacred thrice three Uses Is the grave Body of Divinity Less Currant for the feet of Poetry Are Truths for being short and sweet less sound Or streames for running smoothly less profound David a Prophet yet in Verse excels 'T was ECCLESIASTES made the Canticles To the Pious and Ingenious Authour of this Tripartite Poem BEfore your triple Poems I admit These Votes made up of Threes may well be writ May Vnderstanding Will and Memory Know Love and hold thy Sacred Poetry May Heav'n be th' fuller Earth the better Hell The thinner by the Truths you write so well May pride of life the lusts of flesh and eye Be poyson'd by these leaves of thine and die If any other three I 'de wish were down 'T is Austria Spain the Pope with ' striple Crown This latter Vote if th' King of Kings would make An Act I 'de willingly the Earth forsake W. Jenkyn Ingenious Reader SOme few mistakes there are of the Printer that unhappyly hurt the Rithme as with these for withall p. 4. l. 11 c. And some the Reason as p. 20. l 8. Wares for Wars c. With some â—seudographies and mispointings which thine Ingenuity will either Correct or not Impute to thy Friend F. T. Ter Tria FATHER THou that begin'st All things begin my veâ—se My words are winde Thy words are works Thou 'lt lightness find Where darkness lurks My Pen and Ink may me not Thee reherse My Pen is but a feather'd vanitie Like mee that write Yet shall this feather If thou 'lt indite Help me flie thither Where Angels wings make â—ens beyond the skie Father mine Inks dark hue presents mine heart Ink's not more dark Ink's not more black One beam one spark Supply this lack Father of Lights now shew thy perfect Art Lord teach me speak and I 'll not hold my peace Which if I should The stones would come Though deaf yet would They not be dumb Break into praises stonie heart for these No man hath seen thee Father but He who Did sometime come Thy Son it was Thy bosom from Thy Looking-glass Hee 's the wise Child that doth his Father know Who else sings Thee sings what he hath not seen My Verse hath feet And fain would run Thy praise to meet But lest the Sun Should hurt weak fight the clouds do interveen Then may I in thy Son thy self discover Sure Hee 's the Mirrour That shews thy face Prevent mine errour Christs flesh like glass A brighter Glory but unseen doth cover Since then I must be silent or begin To sing th' unseen Father of Mercies That set'st the screen Forgive my Verses Oh thou that vail'st their subject vail their sin Father 's a word my child learns first to mutter And thy child too Thy new-born Babe First thing 't can do Is to cry Ab But both come last to know what first they utter Thou art the Father of that Son that made That womb on earth That without Father Did give him birth And might the rather He bee'ng begot where He no Mother had Then shall I call thee Father Lord thy Son Was call'd no less Before his birth Prophets confess He had on earth His children seed and generation Th' Eternall Father call we Thee or rather Thy Child thy Son Born to restore us Thine Holy One Giv'n to us for us I 'll call Thee th' Everlasting Fathers Father All that 's in God is God and needs must bee Thou mad'st mine eye Could'st thou forbear Thy self to spie Or so to rear The blessed Image of thy self in Thee Surely thou could'st no more thy self not view Then Lord not love Thy self when seen From whence thy Dove As hatcht between Thy face and Looking-glass sprung forth and flew Then shall I not beleev Thou' rt One yet Three Father and Son And sacred Spirit That equall run One bliss inherit Lord I 'll believ Thee surely such to bee Yet thou' rt the FATHER still Those sparkling things Are sons of God Those winged flames That flie abroad Thou know'st their names Made without Bodies made all face and wings Faces they have and eyes and tongues with these To see and sing But O their Grace A sixfold wing To ev'ry face Wise happy humble obedientiall Lend's wings dear Dove we lag and lose our traffick Poore short-leg'd Rhymes Verses on foot Reach Seraphims They cannot do 't Lord now if ever make my Muse seraphique Or if I may'nt have wings and so keep sight Of these bright flames Shades of thy glory Yet tell 's their names And tell 's their story And lend's a quill dear Dove and I 'll go write Write Angels Lord 't is done but who are they Servants or sons Subjects or Kings Footstools or Throâ—es Inferiour things Or Principalities What shall I say Sometimes I hear thee call them Elohim Yet they were made These plumed things Are but the shade Of thy bright wings Before whose Sun-shine all these Stars are dim Sometimes 't should seem that they but servants are Or Ministers To wait upon Salvations heirs And guard thy Throne Yet these stand cover'd where thy sons stand bare Servants they are and yet Dominions Each holds his Crown By casting it Most humbly down Before thy feet Father thy Throne 's erected on the Thrones Thousands of thousands of these finite Gods On ev'ry side I mean the Cherubs When thou dost ride Some serv for stirrups And some thou holdest in thy hands for rods Arch-Angels Angels that sixwinged Nation Stand trembling Lord Prest to obey Their Makers word And glad they may By all their running but maintain their station These can't forget that early Funerall These can't forget Those morning-Stars That rose and set Whose inbred wars Blew up themselves But oh their fall Yet Thou' rt the FATHER still these Absoloms Their beeings had And beauties Lord But not theit trade Nor Traitours sword From Thee from whom All good and only comes How came these then to fall 't
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
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 sceptrâ—'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 raisâ— 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
in such a Pot Plot such a matter Against thy Master Whilst thy sop softens in my platter Who of each dish make thee a taster Hardens thy heart the whilst Iscariot Will nothing serve but sops in blood next meal My Purse my dish Were free To thee What more could'st wish Wretch what thou dost do quickly Run and sell Pensive Disciples when they hear and know it Each fears for one But he that bears The bag is lag perditions Son He is the last that doubts or fears Slow to confess but Oh! how swift to do it Come children take this bread 't is broke for you Much good may 't do you 'T is drest And blest Take it unto you And therewithall my broken body too Come my Disciples here 's an health likewise To you not mee Let it go round Salvations cup's the cup you see Your health is in my bloody wound Think of my blood as oft as ye drink this Your Makers broken Law your bloody sin And bleeding heart Bring mee To see And feel this smart Who would Hell conquer must with death begin My Testament I leave you seal'd in blood You I bequeath When ere I die Full conquest over sin and death With life and peace which by and by I the Testatour by my death make good Pledge mee dear friends this blood was broach'd for you I 'le drink no more Of wine o th' â—ine Till bee'ng got ore I may in Fathers kingdome drink it new Come let 's now sing saith Christ see'ng all my sorrow Is but your Crown Thorns at the breast Make musick when the Spirit 's down Yea sometimes musick of the best Let 's sing to night for I must dye to morrow My Lord then riseth up from whence he sate Whom winds obey And seas With these Disciples may Now see him that he may be gratious WAITE Sure whilst my Saviour SERVES who ever came See'ng him so drest Waiting on all Girt with a Napkin scarce had guest This were the feast of 's Funerall But Marriage Supper rather of the Lamb. After the wine my Lord doth water take Heav'n stoops to meet And bow As low As sinners feet Oh what clean work Christs Blood and Spirit makes Peter thou think'st that I stoop down too low And sai'st I shall N'ere wash thy feet Then canst thou have no part at all In Davids Son nor be made meet I th' new Jerusalems clean streets to go Streets that are pure as gold and clear as glass This Basin is Thy way I say To this fair bliss Israel to Canaan must through Jordan pass Sirs see you what I h've done and do you know it You call me well Say'ng I'm your Lord If I then stoop Oh! never swell If I have wash't your feet afoard You to do likewise Happy if you do it Servants my Livery you must wear is Love This bowl 's my Spirit Which I Now die That you may ' nherit The Lamb goes hence that he may send the Dove Oh may this towell bind your hearts in one My bending down Teach them to bow May pride and sinfull passions drown In this full Basin Men shall know By this that your are mine when I am gone Gone I 'll go too saith Peter Lord I will What are comes on 't Oh no! Not so 'T is a sore brunt Best metall melts when men their Maker kill Nay Lord though all men run I 'll stand by thee Run friends or foes Foes to pursue Or friends to scape the hands of those Poore man I 'll tell thee what 's more true Ere th' Cock crow twice I thrice denied must be Suâ—e Peters courage strangly is come on My Passion lo He did Forbid Now hee 'll dye too Yet when the shepheard dies the sheep will run Let not your hearts be troubled but believe In God and Mee I ride before To see things may in red'ness be Behold I 'll meet you at the door My Fathers house can me and you receive Whither I go ye know and th' way ye know Saith Thomas Nay Lord we Can't see Which is the way For we alas know n't whither thou dost go Thomas I am the true and living way My flesh I gave Knowest thou me A path-way unto Heav'n to pave Cemented with my blood to be So that who walks in me can't go astray Shew us the Father Lord that 's all our bliss Doth Philip say How long Among You must I stay Ere you know me saith Christ why here he is Judas replies but not th' Iscariot Lord How is' t that thou Thy self to us But not unto the world dost shew Thy blessed self revealing thus Why I will do 't to all that keep my word Peace I leave with you my peace I you give Not as the world When here And there You 're test and hurl'd The sweetest calme shall then your hearts relieve Friends if you love me let me go don't grieve me Oh! how your sobs Do antedate My Passion O my pulse vies throbs Oh let my grief in yours abate My fathers arms are ready to receive me Sirs I can't stay to talke yonder 's the Prince The world that swaies O see How hee Doth's legions raise Yet of one single fault can't me convince I am the vine ye branches bring forth fruit My blood 's your sap My blood 's your seed 'T is well for you that others tap The vessell that the vine may bleed The hand that empties me doth you recruit O if you love your selves let me go send That guid to you That shall Ev'n all Ev'n all things shew I h've much to speak which you can't yet attend A little while I disappear Anon I 'm seen agen For to the Father I go say they what may this mean This little while we cannot gather Why Friends when Winter 's over Spring comes on Truth Lord we now believe Ah do you so Just now comes on An houre Whose showre Will make you run Whilst solitary to my grave I go Yet am I not alone O blessed Father Thou' rt with me still Now glorifie Thy Son thy Son when Butchers kill Thy Lamb Oh take me up on high And thine and mine Lord with me to me gatheâ— These are thy stock I kept and did improve them For these I pray And all That shall Their word obey Lord here 's thine own again O keep them love them Then his Disciples forth my Lord doth lead Cedron i th' way Makes me bethink What th' Psalmist of th' Hiâ—h Priest do say He of the brook i th' way shall drink Therefore he shortly shall lift up the head Thence they together to the garden pass Where grew that store That can Fall'n man Make as before Sure my Redeemers RVE'S that herb of grace 'T was in a garden Adam did undo us There grew that fruit Whose bitterness That man for ever might not rue't My Lord did tast and squeeze and press Then from a Garden brings our cure unto us O mount of Olives O
Gethsemane To all else yet A soile Of Oyle Of bloody sweat Only to me sinner here 's Oyl for thee Sirs sit you here Peter and James and John Oh! I begin To feel such smart Amazeth me that n'ere knew sin Yet how it cuts my very heart Sirs sit you down I must pray or I 'm gone This cup this cup O Father may it pass This cup this cup May 't pass Alas Must I drink 't up Why all thy vials dregs are in this glass Ah! friends your heav'ness doth augment mine too How can your eyes Continue shut So near such strong and bitter cries Dulness I now perceive can cut Will you not watch with him that 's sick for you You three of all I chose for sentiness I bade you lie â—erdieu But you Sleep though I die Yet in weak flesh a willing spirit dwels But though my foot-guard sleeps mine horse men watch Though men do grieve me Yet at the length Mine Heav nly Angell doth relieve me Heav'ns succours reinforce my strength Sin do thy worst now thou 'st meet with thy match Yet Oh this cup this cup Lord let it pass If 't be thy will Yet thine Not mine Perform thou still Thy scalding wrath Lord cracks my brittle glass Sin ent'red man at first but by one hole But ev'ry pore Throughout my skin My God! my God! becomes a door Whence blood goes out whilst wrath comes in Such anger through thine anger melts my soul Can you get sleep whilst in this scalding baâ—h I melt away Blood-wet In sweat Sirs think I pray 'T is for your feavers sake of sinne and wrath What can I not one hours short watch obtain One houres I say Oh! you 'l be tempted Watch for your own sakes then and pray Oh! pray that you may be exempted There are no vapours left in my parcht brain I 'm past all sleeping now but the slâ—ep of death But Oh! let pass This cup Drink 't up Thy sword Alas In thine own fellow-shepheard dost thou sheath Oh! how thy wrath my flow'r to hay converts My bones do stare My flesh consumes My skin is parcht as bottles are I' th' smoak Lord through thine angry fumes Disciples now sleep on and rest your hearts This restless night of mine procures for you A day of peace My show'rs Your flow'rs Your joyes increase Never did night yield such a blessed dew Honey to mine though Gall and Blood to me I mean those drops Which from my brow Bedew the ground Sinners what crops May your dear Lord expect from you Buâ— now let 's rise you Traitour comes I see Your Saviour's given into sinners hands Judas Arâ— come Thou ' lt soon Be gone Hence to thine home Whilst thou twists mine I faster knit thy bands Thou send'st me to my cross But I 'll be even Thou shal't hang first Thief that thou art Thou 'st broke thy faith and thou shalt burst A sunder false perfidious heart 'T is fit such pay be to such traitours given Into the second Adam's garden creep Dost thou Serpent That way Betray The innocent Me thinks thou smil'st as Crocodiles do weep Canst kiss and court me still Hail Master Hail 'T was sometimes said O kiss the Son Lest he be wroth and strike you dead Sure thy kiss is not such a one With unbelievers Hypocrites shall waile Judas thou know'st mine haunt I th' very place Me to betray Just there Ev'n where With me to pray Thy feigned lips were wont hast thou the face What meanes thy search wretch thou' rt the fugitive Your Lanthorn light Sirs also shewes Your works are darkness and you night Why force you what I don't refuse Is it my life you seek 't is that I give Jesus of Nazareth you 're come to take Why I am he They all Down fall Can majestie Upon such Rebels such impression make My Lord thou need'st nor flee nor Peter draw They run they run Backwards they fall Yet to be taken thou comest on Yielding thy self unto their thrall Who cannot slip thy curb from off their jaw Servants are let go free while th' master 's bound Bold Peter now To show his Prowess Is word and blow But the meek pris'ner gently cures the wound Thou chid'st thy Champion while thou friend'st thy foe Sweet Prince of peace The wounds of foes thou 'dst rather heale with gentleness Then thine should steel to flint oppose Peter's too hot to hold I fear me so What mean your swords and staves sirs who 's the thief You 've stol'n the fruit And yet Are set To make pursuit I 've only stol'n the punishment and grief Was I not with you in the temple still Have you forgot My Sermons there Yet all that while ye took me not And must I now these shacles weare Th' Essentiall must the written word fullfill See my Disciples leave me and they fly Each shifts for one And so I too Could well have done But lo my bondage is their liberty Thus bound they drag me to the high Priest first Who am the goat Doom'd thus to dye More by Heav'ns counsell then their plot For sin in mine Humanity Which though it knew no sin for sin 's accurst Then they confess over my guiltless head Their sins not mine Yet I Did cry Something divine You 'l find hath scap'd your hands when I am dead In my two natures I 'm both Goats in one Can dye yet scape Can scape yet dye I can discharge first Adams rape Then second Adams bands unty Sinner I must do both or thou' rt undone False witness they suborne ' mongst faithless Jewes Such is their grudge Their Lord They ' ccord To death t' adjudge Though witnesses agree not that accuse Art thou the Christ they captiously enquire Not for to know As sometime did Johns dear Disciples but to throw Mine own confessions at mine head They watch my words with an enflam'd desire This Mary sometimes did but not as they Not life but death They watch And catch From my dear breath Both to themselves and me this bloody day Peter steales to their fire to melt not fight Mine seldome warme Themselves with such But quickly rue their dear-bought harme Saying the warmth's not half so much Sirs is' t so this morn 't was hot i th' night I felt it so Nor find I ought yet cool Except it be The love Ev'n of My friends to me Whilst enemies my wisdome fain would fool The High Priest rends his cloaths but not his heart Then all condemn me The Hall throughout Who must judge all Abjects contemn me Whom Angels do admire they flout They are the Ishma'ls I bear Isaacks part Then they blindfold mine eyes to whom the night Shines as the day I can't Sure want Who gave away So many eyes to others wanting sight Oh! how these Bats project to blind the Sun Moles plot and think How wise they are With a poor clout thus to hood-wink Jacobs true bright and morning star Indeed if 't could you 've
be Thus on my Cross I work a new Creation Loosing the bands Of sin Within From th' sinners hands My bitter sacrifice brings sweet salvation Thus I give life to others yet I dye I heal their wounds And break their bands Yet anguish mine own soul confounds More then these nailes do pierce mine hands My God! why dost thou me forsake Oh! why They rend my garments cast lots for my coate Whilst I hang here Shame doth Me cloath Else nak'd I were Yonder 's thy Josephs coat Lord dost not know 't The seamless vesture of thy sinless child How bloody is' t My God! My God! Yet not so bloody as thy Christ Is all within by thy sharp rod. O be not fierce to me for I am mild See how I 'm nail'd to this most bitter tree How I 'm accurst How gall Is all My drink in thirst And wilt thou so my God my God! leave mee See how men turn my Glory into shame Mocking my faith And confidence Some say he for Elias pray'th But Lord thou know'st my mind and sense They flout they fleete whilst I call on thy name Yet save me for I 'm thine thine handmaids son Made of this woman Thy shade This maid When known by no man Impow'rd to bring forth me thine holy one Father I 'm the only fatherless on earth All others have Fathers or had O pity pity Lord and save Thy Fatherless support the sad Oh! leave me not in death who gav'st me birth My God! my God! why dost thou me forsake Who never thee Forsook Or took One sin to mee Except the sins that thou didst bid me take They fill the spunge with vinegar but thou My soul dost fill With sharper grief Oh! sinner here 's a bitter pill Yet for thy sickness sweet relief My God! my God! O do not leave me now How darkness vailes the land yet clouds do hover Darker by far Thy wrath Lord hath Eclyps'd thy star Whilst from thy darling thou thy face dost cover How both Suns suffer while thy Son lies under Thy fierce displeasure Th' Sun bears a part But mine eclypse it cannot measure Lord thy sore frowns do teare my heart More then the Temples vaile that 's rent asunder Now come thy breaches and thy darkness on O Jewish Land For thou Hast now Both rid thine hand Of thy bright light and of thy Corner-stone Father the earth 's all ague and I more Ev'n rocks are rent My soul 's more torne Yet flinty Jewes don 't once relent My God leave not mine hope forlone I h've done Lord open th' everlasting Doore Father into thine hands I give my Spirit And utmost breath Whilest I Thus dye And with me death That my dear seed henceforth may life inherit Then Christ in sweet submission bowes his head To all Gods pleasure I think on 't still Lord make the bowing heart my treasure An heart to bow to all thy will That dying I may say all 's finished This done my Saviour quickly shews his force Graves open flie They shake And quake That see him die The rude Centurion's struck with strange remorse Thus Christ le ts loose his pris'ners captivates His scornfull foes They knock their breast Confessing whom they did oppose To be Gods SON now not in jest Thus Sampsons death brake the Phylistians pates Then with a spear his side a Souldier strikes Cleaving the Rock That may Each day Water that Flock Whose Shepheard is now past all push of pikes This is the fountain op'ned for thy sin Jerusalem Thy filth thy guilt Here is for each a proper stream Water and Blood Let none be spilt O quench thy guilt and cleanse thy filth herein Isra'l thy Paschall Lamb thy Christ is dead That Lamb from Heav'n Have care Prepare Purge out thy Leaven Mingle no more thy malice with thy bread Or if the Jewish lump won't leave their leaven Make me leave mine I have in me Lord nail it to this Cross of thine An evill heart of enmity Lord kill this enmity 'twixt Earth and Heaven Be thou my fort and hiding-place my soul Would lodg in thee My Lord Affoard One cleft for mee Thy walls are shatt'red yet thou' rt timber-whole Satan and sin I h've seen i th' Tragick story Shoot through and through Thy blessed heart Yet not one bone was broken though Mount Sinai's Cannons plaid their part In this rock hide me till I h've seen thy Glory Shall not Christ Crucified far dearer be To me then Pelf Then name Or fame Or life it self 'T was thus with Joseph why not thus with me The Souldiers having broke the others leggs But not my Lords Joseph a man Rich in the goods this world affoards But more in faith most boldly ran To Pilate and Christs lifeless body beggs Then in clean linnen wraps that skin and bones That martir'd treasure And why Can't I Take as much pleasure To cloath thy members Lord thy naked ones Jewes now ouâ— king's come down Sirs do you see him Your Temple lies Flat by the ground Will you believe when 't doth arise Catching your Christ at his rebound Why if his own won't have him Lord give me him Christ having now giv'n death his deadly wound Follows him home Invades Deaths shades Enters a tombe To see what spoils may in a grave be found Great Conquerour who hast kill'd death i th' duel After this art Lodg'd in a stone Rather take up in my poor heart How hard soever or how none Oh! that I were thy Cabinet dear jewell But Josephs rock was pure that grave was new First in a womb Which none Had known Then in a tombe Where none had lain my Lord log'd this doth shew I must be clean and new first Yet thy passion And streame of blood What did it mean That Purple yet a Christ all flood Was 't not the making of me clean Doth not thy rising mean my renovation Then make and take for such this heart of mine And dwell in it This breast Is best That I can get Had I a better Lord it should be thine Surely the King of terrour I could brave If my Lord would This Sepulcher This heart as his own quarters hold I would nor goale nor goaler fear Oh how my Saviours Corps perfume the grave Lord make this heart of mine a living one Through thy deaths merit Convey I pray To me thy spirit Who thy dead flesh didst Coffin in dead stone With th' Arimathean Counsellour combin'd A learned Rabbi To shew Christ kindness An Israelitish Doctor may be Some wiser man will blame my blindness And Antichrist in Law and Learning find But may my soul with blessed Joseph dwell And Nicodem Yet down With th' Gown Cry some of them Who scarce I doubt from these can bear the Bell. A spicie mixture 'bout an hundred pounds Who came by night To Jesus brings T' embalme his Lord that gave him light With Aromatick precious things Yâ—â— not one half so precious as those wounds Now Jesus
Stretching its neck to look for land Beyond deaths gulf and life beyond The day of doom Hope is next door to Heav'ns gate 'T is but a step from this to that Nay Hope doth Heaven antedate And bring down hither Hope 's th' antidote against despair Coffin of fear and Couch of care Cradle of patience Hope hath fair Even in foule weather Hope is the mourners Handkerchief Hope is the Balme of ev'ry grief Hope doth endorse the beggars brief Ere it 's collected In Hope I have what yet I want Hope makes me full while things are scant Hope doth consummate what I can't Yet see effected Hope hath an harvest in the Spring In Winter doth of Summer sing Feeds on the fruits whilest blossoming Yet nips no bloom Hope brings me home when I 'm abroad As soon as th' first step homeward's trod In Hope to thee my God! my God! I come I come Hope sends the Ship to Sea and then Ere it returns brings't home agen The port of all Seafaring men Is this GOOD HOPE I am a Sea man too My Soul Though toss'd with doubts when weather 's foul Doth like some Sea-sick vessell roul Yet Heav'n's its scope Hope doth the Souldiers weapon wield By Hope the Souldiers Helmet's steel'd Hope gives him ere he fights the field Hope holds his station I am a Souldier too My Sword Is that o th' Spirit th' two-edg'd word Now for an Helmet give me Lord Th' Hope of Salvation Hope sets the poor Apprentice free First day he 's bound And why not me Thou hast Indentures Lord by thee Wherein I 'm tied Mount Sinais Covenants they bee Yet Hope doth Lord Enfranchize mee In Sion-hill where all are free That do reside In Hope the School Boy doth commence Master of Art and fair science Yea whilest i th' lowest form steps thence To th' Doctors Chair I 'm a School-Schollar too My God! But yesterday I felt thy rod Yet still with Hope am girt and shod Away despair ' Tiâ— Hope â—hat doth the sower feed Who seems to cast away his seed But doth preserve in very deed And mend his store I am a Seeds-man too my Lord And but for Hope thou would'st affoard Thy blessing when I sow thy word I had forbore I am a Seeds man every teare I sow in Hope 't will bring an care Fit for thy floor in time of yeare For thee to gather Were 't not for Hope the heart some say Would break yet Hope led me one day Weeping along the Milkie way To thee O Father I am a Seeds man casting bread On th' waters where it seems lye dead Yet Hope assures me 't shall be fed And then restor'd Hope doth the pris'ners bolts unlock His fetters doth in sunder knock Hope drives the Freemans trade and stock My dearest Lord I am a captive too Sins chain Doth hold and hamper but in vain By Hope I 'm saved and set again At liberty I am a Tradesman too Thou art That God with whom I deal My heart Takes Heav'n to be the only mart Thither trade I Exporting groans and broken pray'rs That scarse can clamber up the stairs Importing rich and precious wares Ev'n joy and peace Joy that exceeds all understanding o th' Spirits sealing Christs own handing Peace that is of Gods own commanding And can't surcease Hope makes the labourer to run A race as 't were with each daies Sun Paying his wages ere 's work be done And mine much more I daily dig and delve within Stubbing at th' roots and stumps of sin And but for Hope one day to win I should give ore O come that long'd for day come quickly This Hope defer'd makes my heart sickly Grace is a Rose but sin is prickly And still adheres Amphibion like the diver tries Whet sharp with Hope t' anatomize And geld the deeps his hop'd for prize Forbids his feares I am a diver too Thy word Doth richer rarities affoard A greater deep and better stor'd With Pearls and treasure Angels desire to dive into These deeps and so I daily do Whose Pearls are rich and Cordiall too Health Wealth and Pleasure 'T is Hope that makes the racer fleet Bringing the wager to his feet Make hast saith Hope what don 't you see 't You 've won you 've won I am a racer too My race From sin to glory is by grace Hope sets Heav'ns Bliss before my face And then I run I heard the witty world once say The bird i th' bush may flie away Take Heav'n who will 't is present pay For which we trade To Faith and Hope I told this story Their havings are but transitory Said Faith said Hope and I have glory That cannot fade Hast it said I Hope shew it me What 's this said Hope thou here dost see Said I an Acorn No said he But 't is an Oake What is' t said Hope thou see'st fast by A grain of Mustard seed said I. A plant said Hope reaching the sky And thou'dst right spoke Then I perceiv'd the meaning was Hope ripens seeds of Grace to Grace Makes Grace when grounded Mount and pass To th' highest story Hope shew'd me then a sparkling stone What 's this said Hope that I 've got on I strait reply'd 't is Grace begun Said Hope 't is glory Then learnt I that Grace inchoate By lively Hope doth maturate And rip'ning doth anticipate Heav'n here on Earth I spake to Hope of a reversion I had in Heaven since conversion Said Hope why cast you an aspersion On th' second birth Reversion sounds said Hope to mee Your state at present dead to bee But I have Heav'n in hand you see Whereon I live I am Faiths present recompence My Grammar knows no Future tense The Verbs that make up all my sense Are Substantive Who 're these said Hope thou see'st before Prostrate and begging at a door Said I they are Heav'ns Parish Poor Said Hope they 're Kings Kings said I. But where are their Crowns Their Scepters Kingdoms Countries Towns Their Armine Robes and Purple Gowns Those royall things I can said Hope tell where they bee Safely they are reserv'd by mee Safely reserv'd from them and thee Look here are they All 's lockt Hope lend 's the key said I. Hope fetch a Bible presently On which when I h'd but cast mine eye I found a key The right key 't was o th' door of Hope Enter said Faith thou â—â—edst not â—rope I turn'd the key and th' door flew ope And I went on But O the things that there I saw Jewels of joyes in foiles of awe But blab not Muse Know'st not the Law Peace and have done 'T is not allow'd thee to display The brightness of Hopes holy day Unutterable things to say Muse do not vent're Hope shew'd me but I can't say what Only let him that questions that But get the key that then I gat And let him enter Then let him say If ever he The like things unto those did see Or yet can utter
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to
God deny Refusing Him that speaketh when they cry The Deaf Ear'd-Idoll is abhord And Men like Idols of the Lord Who deafness plagues with deafness and doth turn His Ear from Dives whilest his Tongue doth burn Lord therefore to Deaf Hearers give To live to hear to hear and live Yea into th' Harvest send forth Labourers To fill thy floor by gathering in of Ears Thou sow'st thy Word as Seed and then 'T is fit thou reap the Ears of Men As Mary weeping heard till showrs of tears Full ripe for thine own reaping made her Ears What Heaps shall in thy Garnets bee When Ears are Circumcis'd by Thee Fair Sion shall be like an heap of Wheat That round about with Lillies is beset When Malchus lost an Ear thy touch A Saviours skill and virtue 's such Râ—pair'd that Loss Lord 't is but Ask and Have Thou canst find Ears in Lazarus his Grave Thou Davids Heir of Davids Keys Canst shut and open as thou please Thy still voice loud winds and proud waves obey Unto thy Word let not Mens Ears say Nay Thou didst a Pris'ner once impow'r Judg Felix bee'ng Auditour To give the Charge that took the Judg by th' Ear More Bonds did then on th' Bench then Barr appear When Heav'ns great Guns from tire to tire According to thy Word give fire Kadesh doth tremble Hindes do calve for fear The howling Desarts and deaf Rocks give ear And is Mars Heart more wild more hard More full of noises stronger barr'd Yet is the star the key-hole Lord put in Thy finger then the gentlest word will win All turns and moves One Ephâ—phatha Removes obstructions out of th' way Then th' Ear shall welcome every second word Wiâ—h a Come in thou Blessed of the Lord The Scriptures speak of th' Learned Ear Sâ—â—â— then thy tongue must teach to hear Morning by morning let thy Musick make The heavy Ears of Mans dull mind to wake If Sons of God fair Angels stand Waiting the Son of Gods command Which when it comes who sees these Holy things Might see their Ears converted into wings If the Deaf Divell lends an Ear Not led by Love but forc'd by Fear And if the sworn plague famine only know By hearkning to his Word they Come and Goe In vain doth poor Man stop his Ear And say in 's Heart Hee 'l never hear Harvests bring Ears and such is the Worlds end Graves must find Hearers then The Dead attend Then Happy He that sooner heard Hearing before for afterward God had his Eares on Earth and doubtless He Shall with full sheaves repaid in Heaven be If Sol'mons servants were so blest That coun'd their Lesson from his breast How Happy're those Disciples then whose Ears Are tun'd to the true Musick of the Sphears Where the First-Mover is Free Grace Free Purpose moves i th' second place Third Orbe's the Word of Grace in which do shine As many Stars as Promises Divine These Lessons so Divine so good The Orbes bee'ng Oyl'd in Saviours blood Do so divinely correspond that so Needs must the Hearer the Diviner grow Then comes that holy Turtle Dove Gently descending from above And stealing through the Earth-hole into th' heart Doth Heav'ns Intelligence on Earth impart This is a joyfull sound indeed What Halcyon dayes shall hence succeed Whilest Thunders terror makes Deaf Rebels quail Christâ— voice to his Disciples is All hail If God that rules all otherwhere Love so to move the Orb of th' Ear Sure then the Blessed of the Lord are they That Hearing hearken Hearkening that Obey The Humble Hearer may invite God Guest-wise to a Disht Delight A fervent whole-broke-heart serv'd vp in Tears The Bread bee'ng made o th' Contrite hearers Ears Nay God invites Himself to sup Where such delights are so serv'd up By a clean hand whereth ' ear and the heart 's kept hot God is Mans Guest and Heav'n will pay the shot A letter H is not say we Let HEARING then mine EARING be Thou God of Israel bore thy servants Ear That I in iâ— this Jewel still may wear Let every one be swift to HEARE But be ye doers of the word and not hearers only deceiving your own Souls Jam. 1.21 22. MEDITATION I come to sing the last but not the least Be'ng that that Clencheth in mans mind and breast Those Nails th' Assemblies Masters drive Not t' eat but to Digest makes thrive Sweet sacred thing Caelestiall Contemplation Old Enochs Trade young Isaacâ— Recreation That furnishest Mans thoughtfull breast With Greatest Work and Sweetest Rest Israel's sweet Singer us'd when first awake His Lark-like Rise upon thy wings to take With which he made his morning-flight Of which his Feather-bed at night The nimble Life-guard of that Royal mind Were Thoughts by thee divinely Disciplin'd Marshall'd in each dayes front and rear Greatness thus guarded know's no fear When anxious Musings would invade that soul When Cares would clog or make it stomack-foul Thou didst exoâ—erate Thy skill Did still prepare the Stomack-pill Thy Physick having wrought and hungry health Thine hopefull Patient re-surpriz'd by stealth Then thou that hony-comb didst drain And break the Bone that did contein The fat the sweet which from the Promise flow's Whereof the sensuall worldling nothing knows Thus Meditation first sets right Then saâ—iat's the souls Appetite Man 's fed with Manna void of surfets fear Where Meditation's Cook Digestions clear Mortals thus fed with Angels fare Converted into Angels are By Contemplation was that Darling drest When Guest-wife Heaven bad him to a feast John's cloath'd in spirit when they call To keep the Lords daies festivall In Contemplations Mount who dwell can stretch Their hand to Heav'n that Starry Crown to reach And dress themselves in that bright Sun Whilest under-foot they tread the Moon In Contemplations Pisgah they that have At once a view of Canaan and their grave In this worlds Desart wearied Do willingly undress to Bed Sweet sacred Meditation may I bee Wrought recreated garded thus by thee Physick'd and fed by thy Dispensatory By thee be drest with Grace prepar'd for glory I. Then learn O man to part betwixt Dead earth and th' earth wherewith thou're mint Sure walls of â—lay may higher rise Then what in earths â—ead dungeon lies The Soul with Earth's already clad Earth upon earth would make more sad Shall wings make massie Mountains fly Shall hands stitch Earth unto the sky Then dung-bill droâ—es scale Heaven may And Muck-worms creep i' th' Milkie way To carry Earth to Heav'n some think But must Earth rise or Heaven sink Nor Earth nor Heaven must be their prize But a fools Mah'mets Paradise If yet thine Earth to Earth adhere Then let the Dead the Dead interre If thou can't lift the inferior part Yet as Gods Offring heave thine heart Thy Body 's but thy Beast and sure All else is but its furniture Leave then thy heavy jade below Up to the place that God shall show Earth's ever moving to Earths