twain Now is the Vail pull'd off from Moses Face And the way plain'd to the most Holy Place Where neither Peasant Priest nor King did venture For to approach all holy souls may enter Nor is man reconcil'd to God alone But Jew and Gentile too here meet in one SOUL Grant that thy voice which made the vail to part May rend the Vail of sin off from my heart My sin 's the Gulf that Dives knew so well Makes that vast distance between Heav'n and Hell Let this wide space be fill'd with thy great Merit And circumcise my heart too with thy Spirit What boots it Lord if Heaven 's laid ope to me If that my souls unfit for Heaven and Thee Silence my doubts dear Lord and make this clear Why was thy side once pierced with a spear From thence came Water and from thence came Blood Methinks there must be something understood CHRIST Near to the Heart so Providence thought fit A Cruse of VVater's plac'd to cool its heat VVhen Blood and VVater from my side burst out That I was truly dead thou needst not doubt Except it did appear I truly di'd My Resurrection can't be verifi'd VVhen Moses in the Desart strook the Rock He smote my side with a Prophetick Knock. The Covenant of old was then made good VVhen ratifi'd by VVater and by ‖ Heb. 9.19 Blood And so the Covenant that did come after It was confirmed too by Blood and VVater This VVater and this Blood th' Apostle saith Are the great witnesses o' th' Christian Faith Pure as the water such my Doctrine was My Patience was exemplar on the cross What I have teached you may build your faith on And what I promis'd that I took my death on In the old Law there 's no atonement made Till the blood of the Sacrifice was shed That sacrificing Rite was then appli'd To me when that the Dagger pierc'd my side This bloody spout once gaged for thy sin Le ts my Life out and lets thy death come in My Blood comes forth thy Pardon for to merit Water concurreth for to cleanse thy spirit For so of old to make a Leper pure Blood mixt with Water must effect the cure Such Cordials from this Lymbeck were distill'd Thy Font with one thy Cup with others sill'd As Woman first was fram'd from Adam's side So from my Breast was form'd the Church my Bride First form'd by vital Water then my Blood And body both became her spritely food SOUL What greater favour could my Lord impart Than through his side that I may view his heart More wounded by his Love than Daggers Art What greater love than this was ever read My Lord will live in me when he is dead The Cross display'd thy Death 't was thy intent Thy Life should be convey'd by th' Sacrament Once to my flesh thou didst thy self impart Nothing will please thee now except my heart What said Hypocrates is here made good If all the Spirits in the Creatures blood Were once extracted and imbibed then Men that are mortal would be immortal men Who drinks thy blood draws in thy vital breath Must find a life yea in the Jaws of Death Thou art the Tree of Life in Paradise VVhose Faith can strongly feed on thee ne'r dies Let thy VVounds and thy Blood Lord make me whole And with this water purifie my soul I beg thy Favour Lord what did't betoken Not one bone of thy body shall be broken CHRIST God counts our hairs and heareth all our grones And is in Cov'nant with our very bones That mine might be preserv'd I 'd the defence Of Promise Prophecy and Providence The Jew wont break a bone o' th' Paschal Lamb VVhen sacrific'd that Sacrifice I am VVhat in my natural body 's understood My body Mystical shall make it good My Bride so dearly bought I 'le love and cherish Not the least member of her once shall perish My piercing eye beholds each dust and whither Retir'd my hand can bind up all together I di'd 't is true but yet I live and I As little can in my poor Member dye My flesh and blood my soul and life he is Can such a member ever fail of bliss VVill not God cherish that life he 's begun Or can you cut a Ray off from the Sun The dearest husband may forsake a wife But God whiles God can ne're forego his Life Souls full of Goodness Truth Integrity The Life and Spirit of the Deity Then ceases for to live when God can dye SOUL Lord hear my voice and listen to my cry Reach me thy hand or else I faint and dye VVhat loving Mother but will hear the crying Of her dear Child when at the point of dying Suffer not thy dear self to be in pain VVhy should my Lord and Saviour dye again VVhat life I have in me 't is thine alone Let not thy foes and mine once break a bone Nor suffer me to see corruption Vouchsafe my Lord this secret to disclose VVhy at thy death we read the dead arose CHRIST Under that curse of dying thou shalt dye A double death for sin did couched lye Sin rob'd thy body of its vital breath And caus'd thy soul to dye a second death My body from my soul was rent o' th' Cross My soul from God o' th' two the greater loss But yet by dying thus 't was truly shown Thy double death I satisfi'd in one I loos'd deaths bonds bursting Hell-gates asunder Out comes the dead and tells abroad the wonder Hast thou not heard nor seen that wonted Fashion Of Potent Princes at their Coronation To make their Glory and their Joy combine The very Conduit-Pipes must flow with VVine To shew withal their Grace and Clemency The Prison's open and the captives free So in Triumphal Conquests Princes please To cast about their Gifts and Largesses My Cross it was my Throne tho curst by sin Where I was consecrated Priest and King When that my side was pierced by my foe My blood more choice than wine did freely flow Having discharg'd thy debts upon the Tree Both from the Grave and Hell I set thee free And here I made the Goal-delivery Mounting on my Triumphant Chariot I Led sin and Satan in captivity Dragging them at my Chariot-Wheels and then I freely gave my gifts and grace to men Such was the glorious conquest of my Cross That sin death grave and hell my Vassals was SOUL If so my Lord why am I dead in sin As if what thou hast done had never been Since thou hast broke the Prison of the Grave Why doth my sin fetter me like a slave Making my soul forget her former birth Sinking her deeper in this mud of earth And tho within this Clay she can't stay long Why should she strive to make her Prison strong Since that my soul 's enlarg'd from th' nether Hell I will no more in that dark dungeon dwell Since thou hast paid so dearly for thy slave Shall not my
outbids the Devils market far Judg whether Vice or Virtue is more gainful Since Life to come's so sweet and Death so painful Nor canst thou say 't is thine unhappy state Sin never was thy choice but 't is thy Fate Can Life cause Death Good Evil Truth a lye Life Goodness Truth crys out why wilt thou dye Is man a Creature of a rank no higher Than artificial Puppet made of Wier Are praises promises rewards all one As if you should sing well to please a stone Is man no more blame worthy for his sin Than is a Watch not pointing right the Pin Conscience would never smite thee for a Vice Did not thy Nature prompt thee otherwise Is' t not the Drunkards choice to set at nought That cup where Aconite is made the draught And cannot Heaven nor Hell make him refrain Can Heaven e're lose its price or Hell its pain Strange Fate ne're fix'd on ought but what are evils As if God ne're made men but all were Devils If sin hath caught thee in its fatal gin Thy punishment's as fatal as thy sin But after all is there no strength and force In this that sin made God himself a curse Then sinner take thy fill carouse and quaff But canst thou drink o th' Cup that Christ drank of Or can thy back once bear that direful Rod Prest with the Arm of an Almighty God If sin made God so cursed Oh what can Make sin more cursed unto sinful man If innocence did under wrath so groan What comfort can the sinner look for none I beg thy Favour Lord for to relate Why thou wast Crucifi'd without the Gate CHRIST For to compleat a Jewish Type of note Th' accursed Sacrifice o' th' Scapen Goat Nor was it fit my Merits and my Grace Should be confin'd only to th' Jewish Race I dy'd a Pagan Death my erected wood Stood ' loft that all may view it for their good My Arms were stretched out from East to West To close with every Soul that would be Blest My Titles wrote in Hebrew Latin Greek All Nations in me may Salvation seek SOUL Thou dyd'st for all nought can it falsify But only cursed Infidelity Were not thy Death of Value infinite It could not make atonement for one sprite But being infinite it satisfi'd Both for this world and thousand worlds beside Let my name in thy Cross Engraven be Thou didst not dye for all if not for me But why in Holy Writ is' t verifi'd My Lord betwixt two Malefactors dy'd CHRIST There is a reason why th' Apostle said it Not only for to save the Prophets credit I was esteem'd a greater thief to be Than either of those Thieves that dy'd with me But yet by dying thus I mercy meant To th' greatest thief the greatest penitent When Adam robb'd the Tree to make him VVise And then deny'd it lost his Paradise Humble confession finds admission in To Paradise thus lost by Adams sin Wht one Thief lost you see the other found Who falls and riseth soon he gaineth ground But he that lives in sin in sin shall dye Yea tho his Lord and Saviour standeth by VVho hopes for Heaven but will not change his vice May find a Hell yea in a Paradise His very hopes are founded in his fears Since lust would fire a Heaven about his Ears Bateing my word each sinner can foretel Sin hath a Central force that points at Hell I need not say Depart out of my sight It never was nor can be his delight VVho to my sacred Laws hath small regard Hath less of reason to expect reward My Cross here seems to represent my Throne VVhich at the last day I shall sit upon O' th left hand stands the Goats my Sheep o' th' right As meet inheritors with Saints in light SOUL By these two Thieves my Lord hath clearly shown Justice and Mercy doth uphold his Throne Th' one aws my hopes th' other checks my fears Th' one hoists up Sail whil'st that the other stears To th' dying Thief much was thy mercy shown I won't presume on 't cause he was but one 'T was his first time he ever heard of thee The same can ne're be verifi'd of me He for his Lord and Saviour once did take thee In that weak state when all thy friends forsake thee Thou own'st him at thy death he thee at thine The same can ne're be truly said of mine I 'le now resolve God ne're held forth to morrow Or if he did did not repenting sorrow That I shall turn to God can it be said When that I scarce can turn me in my Bed My time is short way heavy long the course Shall all the burden lye o' th' weakest Horse My debts run on shall I discharge the score And pay them bitter when I owe the more I blush to think what 's dreadful for to own My lusts shall have the Marrow God the Bone When on the dying Thief thou cast thine Eyes Methinks thy words some potent truth implies This day thou shalt be with m' in Paradise CHRIST The Jews held forth a double Paradise That on the Earth and that above the Skies The place where earthly joys all met together The one the fitter umbrage of the other From hence th' Elysian Fields first took their rise Shades of the Trees that grew in Paradise Both Jew and Greek concur that men survive Their mortal clay and then are most alive Nothing to nothing tends and more say I 'T is by a Metaphor my Saints can dye God 's not the God o' th' dead but of the living The Souls of Abraham Isaac still surviving Moses Elias in the Mount appears Alive tho dead above two thousand years When Jacob saw the garment of his son Cries out some Beast hath kill'd him I 'm undone Whilst thus lamenting his unhappy fate Joseph's alive and Lives in Princely state Whilst mine and thy dear friend do spriteless lie Inexorable to thy sighs and cry They are not Dead but are alive as I Leaving their Grave-Cloaths for to wipe thine Eye Hast thou not seen a Student at his Book Close pent and pris'ned in some private nook He 's then all Mind all Soul all Life all Sprite And most alive when dead to Human sight Hast thou not seen two Combatants Engage Till one seems prostrate dead upon the Stage But when drawn off dragg'd through a Postern Door He is alive as e're he was before So have I seen the Branches of a Vine At Winters season faint away and pine When at that instant each luxuriant shoot Tho seeming dead yet is alive at Root And when the Sun imparts its gentle light Each branch appears again in pregnant plight Thy Life on Earth is hid with Christ above And when the Sun of Righteousness and Love Quickneth thy Soul all truth shall be display'd And latent forms of things which have been dead Hast thou not heard the pangs and pains that come From teeming Mothers of a pregnant
After the Victim had incurd his death He was consumed by a Heavenly Breath Nor did this sacrifice acceptance find Unless performed by a grateful mind That sweet Perfume that incense that did savour The sacrifice and so procured favour The Jewish Rites were relative of mine Who was a Sacrifice pure and Divine A Male the choicest first-born set apart Form'd fram'd and fashioned by Heavenly Art And when I did the wrath of God atone 'T was by a free-will Off'ring of my own Making the Jewish Mincha Off'ring good When freely pouring out my Life and Blood Led as a Lamb and as a Lamb too dy'd Closing my Mouth but opening wide my side My Sacrifice it was my precious Life My free consent the Sacrificing Knife My Godhead what the Altar did of Old It sanctifi'd the Gift and made it Gold I was consumed too as from above With Flagrant Flames of everlasting Love Look as Eliah when about to dye Mounts in a Fiery Chair then climbs the Sky Dropping his Mantle to the standers by In fervent Love to man from Heaven I came And thither went all in a Fiery Flame Expiring out to God my Vital Breath Casting my Bodies Mantle on the Earth So dying persons commonly commend Their choicest Treasure to their choicest friend To thee my Child I left my precious Merit My Body to my Friends for them to bury 't And to my God I did commend my spirit SOUL The Death of Saints as David doth Record Is precious in the aspect of the Lord * Psal 116.15 When Enoch walk'd with God God clos'd his eye Nor known nor heard nor seen he was to dye Abr'am gave up the Ghost and therefore blest Gods Bosome was the pillow of his rest When Moses dy'd such was the Jewish Faith 'T was by a Kiss from God his Soul in Death Being extracted by a Heavenly Breath Scaree can we say Eliah ever dy'd Since both in Soul and Body he bestired The Fiery Chair and unto Heaven did ride Lord let me now depart Old Simeon cryes And like a Swan sings sweet before he dies Sweetly expiring by such tempting Charms As he in Christs and Christ within his Arms. Saint Paul perceiving death a drawing on Calls it no more than dissolution And so the Tent-maker took down his Tent VVithout a Crack or Noise or any Rent This is the truth of what the Wiseman ‖ Prov. 10.22 saith That Righteousness deliv'reth from death Since that his Darts can ne'r be felt as keen Till they be whetted at the forge of sin Nor doth he ever ride the pale-fac'd †Revel 6.8 Horse Till Guilt and Hell engageth in the Course Who wrongs his Prince and what is more his God Must dread the Usher of the sable Rod. So have I seen a Pris'ner in a swound When at th' Assize he heard the Trumpet sound The Musick 's good but such he cannot find it Since that he knows the Judg comes close behind it Such is the Musick of a Passing-Bell Each sinner knows the meaning too too well Death goes before and after follows Hell Who makes his soul and body of one crust Of Heaven and heavenly things can have no gust Nor can with ease be turned into dust Who stews his flesh in Riot and Excess And lull'd asleep with steams of drunkenness That soul can never hope in Heav'n to dwell Since he 's descended to the lowest Hell Aethereal Mansions are too pure and clear For him to hope to have a dwelling there That state of bliss 't would be his state of pain His lusts would poise him down to Hell again Who strives to make his Prison strong within As 't is without by gratifying sin That captive must conclude without all doubt His labour must be painful to get out And that which pains him most and grieves him more He 's worse got out than e're he was before Nor could that Gospel-fool this world †Luke 12.20 depart Till death by force of arms tore out his heart Knock off my chains dear Lord and make me free Dead to the world and the world dead to me Thus dying in the flesh and to it more Death can compleat but what is done before Laying his gentle hand upon my back My soul may part from hence without a crack My spirit failing and my strength exhaust I freely may like thee give up the Ghost Why did the Sun my Lord withdraw his Light Changing bright day into a darksom night CHRIST At a full Moon the Sun eclips'd to see It was both Miracle and Mystery A Glorious Star points out my Glorious Birth A greater Star's eclipsed at my death By both conclude this truth was verifi'd 'T was God that once was born 't was God that dy'd This dreadful darkness child had ne'r been seen Wer't not for Thine the Jews and Adam's sin For so in Holy Writ 't is often ¶ Ezek. 32.7 8. said Gods Wrath to sin by darkness was ‖ Joel 2.10 displaid When God was wroth with Pharaoh and his †Amos 8.9 10. Host Thick darkness overspread th' Egyptian Coast That dreadful day of doom shall make this good The Sun to darkness turns the Moon to blood So base is sin and of so foul a feature That neither God can view it nor his creature SOUL Who would not hate his sin and fear his God That for its baseness and this for his Rod. Tho God 's not cloath'd with passions of man His anger far outgoes mans Passion What Tyrants frown like to the louring sky Ratling down Fire and Brimstone from on high The Lions roaring and the Thunders noise Is but the Eccho of his angry Voice Night-hag of Hell clad in its black Attire Is but the shadow of his dreadful Ire If darkness be so full of fear and fright What is the darkness of Eternal Night O sin of Hell or rather Hell of sin Darkness without and darkness too within But here my doubts return to me again Why was the Vail o' th' Temple rent in twain CHRIST The Temple of the Jews did typifie This lower World and that above the sky The outward Court this outward world did mean Where all do meet in and where beasts are slain That inward Court wherein God had his Throne By that the Heaven of Heavens is clearly shown To this most Holy Place none could prevail To enter in 't was guarded with a Vail Now this Vail was thy sins that dismal shroud Which on the place of glory draws a cloud This is that Cherub who with flaming Rod Bars up thy passage to the Living God Nor was it meet till th' bars of Hell be broken This passage-gate to Heav'n should e're be open Whose sins do chain them to the posts of Hell In heav'nly places are unfit to dwell In likeness of thy sinful flesh and blood Thy sins I did atone upon the Wood And when my flesh was torn with dying pain Thy sins with Temples vail were rent in