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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

end The spouse on Earth in sable doth appear Because she absent is from her most dear And loving husband but in heaven she Of all her mourning weeds shall stripped be Her bloody Robes Christ then will take away And all in white will her forthwith array Hell 's call'd a place of weeping they that here For all their sins would never shed a tear Shall weep enough when they tormented ly I' th' scorching flames of endless misery But when the saints have gain'd the heav'nly crown Christ from the willows will their harps take down He for his trumpeters and heraulds there VVill call who at his beck do all appear The glorious Angels that caelestial Quire VVith one consent do mutually conspire To warble forth the anthemes of divine Praise and with them the saints shall all combine And shall with wondrous skill and heavenly art In that blest consort sweetly sing their part If when we are i'th'arms of Christ it were Possible for a saint to shed a tear It would without all paradventure be A tear of joy Christ to eternitie VVith beams of love upon his spouse will shine And all her water there turn into wine One smile from Christ will make her quite forget Her former grievances and strait-way set Her on the pinacle of joy where she From all afflictions ever shall be free Sorrow 's a cloud that 's gather'd in the heart Upon the apprehension of some smart And weeping which the off-spring is of pain A cloud of grief is dropping into rain But Christ the sun of Righteousness shall shine So brightly in the heavenly Palaestine That there no interposing clouds shall be No sorrow mix'd with our felicitie In heaven there 's no Devil to entice Nothing to breed or to engender vice Saints in the bosome there of peace shall rest No enemy there shall be to molest Though Isr'el had subdued Canaan yet Of all the Canaanites they could not get The mastery or wholly them expel But they amongst them in that Land would dwell But when we with the Father are of Lights VVe shall no more be vex'd with Canaanites God with a flaming sword world without end The heavenly paradise shall still defend The Saints in Heaven shall have perfect Rest. A Pilgrime 〈◊〉 i' th' vale of miserie May to 〈◊〉 silver well resembled be Which hath a principle of motion in it But not of Rest he almost every minute Is like the Ball upon the Racket or The ship upon the waves that swell and rore So long as sin our nature doth deface And a co-habitant remains with grace While Saints do feed on such unwholsome diet They subject are to motion and disquiet There is no rest saith holy David in My bones at all by reason of my sin Here saints are in a constant fluctuation And of their sorrows have no relaxation They 'r like the tyde that flows sometime and than After a while doth ebb as fast again No rest on earth is to be had ' cause we While here below out of our center be The Dove no rest after a tedious flight Could find till on the Ark she did alight But when the saints in heaven do arive An everlasting rest shall them revive The winds of persecution often blow Upon this spiritual corn whilst it doth grow Here in the field and each one passing by Will still be plucking most inhumanely These sacred ears of corn but when this crop Is in the heavenly Grainery laid up It from the injury of wind and weather Shall then preserved be for altogether It with impetuous storms no more opprest Shall be at all but ever be at rest Not that in heaven there 's no principle Of motion spirits neither can nor will Be idle there but such a motion 't is As without lassitude and labour is No weariness the saints shall there infest Their work 's their case their motion is their rest They labour here for rest but there they shall Rest from their labours and be freed from thrall The Saints in Heaven shall have full Security 'T Is possible a saint some minutes may Of rest have here but they soon pass away Security's a flower that doth not grow In Natures Garden whilst we 're here below Sudden eclipses in our hemisphear To over-cloud our comforts oft appear We here in danger are of losing what Our heav'n-blest industry hath fairly got He that upon the pinnacle is plac't Of honour doubts his honour will not last He that abounds in worldly wealth still fears A devastation by the plunderers Nay a Believer though his riches be Most permanent and durable yet he Still pendulous and full of scruples is 'Bout his condition lest of heaven he miss Sometimes he questions and would gladly know Whether in the state of grace he be or no When Satan hath o're-reach'd him in some plot Do I believe saith he or do I not Something I have that shines but is not it A chain of pearl that 's only counterfeit My Faith's presumption and my love what is' t But love of self and no true love to Christ Yea when the holy Spirit hath me taught And in my soul some sound perswasion wrought I soon am shaken like a ship that lies At anchor when the swaggering billows rise Thus these distracting fears oft make him start And sad impressions leave upon his heart Yea when a christian knows himself to be I' the state of Grace yet then he fears lest he Into some scandalous offence should fall And so Gods spirit grieve and deeply gall His own awakened conscience and the heart Of Gods dear children pierce through with this dart Lest he thereby should sinners harden and Make Babes in Grace affrighted at him stand Yea which is worst of all lest God his spark Extinguish should and leave him in the dark These fears out of a gracious heart are still Arising like black vapours and do fill The souls of saints with sorrow but when they Released are out of their house of clay And in th' embraces of their Saviour lye Their hearts shall then have full security When they with Christ in glory shall appear They shall be rid of dangers and of fear A Christian in this life may likened be Unto a man upon the summitie Of some ●all Maste sometime the pirates I Mean perecutors at his ship let fly And though the passenger can't be annoy'd To wit the soul yet oft the ship's destroy'd Sometimes the winds of strong temptation blow Those northern winds and the poor christian now Gods favour questions much and gladly would Know if his name were in Gods Book enrould And though in Christ having an interest There is no danger yet his heart can't rest But when he is with Christ off from the mast And planted on that rock all peril 's past Then you shall hear him say Now I am sure I 've shot the Gulf my soul is now secure I 'm past from death to life no Sirens charms

agree no doubt Though by the way they many times fal our When once Christs harp in th' ears of saints hath sounded The evil spirit shal be quite confounded VVhen to the highest peg of bliss our strings Shal once be wounded up by the King of Kings No discord in our Musick then shal be In heaven there 's a perfect harmony But stay my Muse forbear to prosecute This lofty theame lest thou be strucken mure By th' ne're enough admired depth and height Of heavens bliss transcending al conceit None to the life can limne out heavens glory Although they study nought but Oratory Saint Austin by a Bishop of his time Being requested earnestly to climb Up in his thoughts to the Emperial Court Above and of its joyes to make report VVhile he addrest himself unto the task Attempting heavens beauty to unmask VVhil'st on the wing he soar'd of contemplation And in the depth was of his meditation A voice articulate distinct and clear Arrived at the portal of his ear Saying what mean'st thou Austin dost thou ever Hope to effect what thou dost now endeavour Dost thou th' expanded Ocean in thy hand E're think to measure or to graspe the Land VVithin thy shallow fist Leave altogether The search of heaven till thou commest thither If that bright star was by an heavenly voice Silenc'd and from the handling of so choice A theame prohibited How then may I Into those sacred secrets dare to pry Let it in brief suffice to know that al The Rhetorick of the Quire angelical Is not enough to reach the top and height Of heavens glory pleasure and delight Nor al the bitter sighs and hellish groans Of damned spirits and tormented ones Who labour under an eternal cross Sufficient to bewaile so great a loss Practical Conclusions From the former DISCOURSE THey that expect a glorious translation Must lead on Earth a gracious conversation Of doing wel it never must repent them A common course of life must not content them Their bosome-sins they must est-soon discard Which do their motion heaven-ward retard How pure had they need be who fix their eye Upon a place free from impurity In righteousness they others must excel Who hope for heaven where righteousness doth dwel In Glories famous Universitie They Graduates can never look to be Who are not in the school of grace with store Of Piety well principled before Holiness is heavens happiness a sign Heaven was not built to be a sty for swine No sinful souls may there themselves embark As unclean creatures once in Noahs ark The wine of angels never was nor shal Be pressed out to fill old casks withal Garlands of Glory they shal never wear In whom the flow'rs of Grace don't first appear The Second Practical Conclusion O Let the thoughts of heavens endless joy Bear up thy heart when sorrows would annoy Under temptations let thy soul be glad An interest in heaven and be sad Although the Lead of trouble down-ward move Yet let the Cork of Faith still swim above This worlds afflictions which are transitory Hold no comparison with the weight of glory When melancholy did the scepter sway In Caesar's heart he then was wont to say Remember thou art Caesar and thereby Dethroned that usurping Enemy When outward crosses on thy spirit lye Make a persume of a perplexity By musing often on thine interest In God in Christ and in that place of rest Where swallow'd up all worldly sorrows shal Where in the vision beatifical St. Basil doth of certain Martyrs write Exposed naked in a winters night To the inclemency of wind and weather Being the next day to be burnt together That in this plight they were no whit dismaid But comfortably to each other said Sharp is the cold but sweet is Paradise This torment 's nothing to that pearl of price The Way is thorny and our feet may gall Our journies end wil make amends for al. Let us a while endure the cold and than The Patriarchs bosome warm us shal again Let our feet burn that we may when we dye Dance with the Angels to eternity And so much joy there is in store for me Said blessed Philpot that although I be Up in a place of doleful darkness pent Yet wretched sinner I cannot lament But night and day I am as full of glee As if from crosses I were wholly free Yea ne're was I in al my life before So cheer'd as now I 'm landing at the shore The contemplation of eternity Pulls out the sting of worldly misery It turns the hissing serpent of temptation Into a blossoming rod of consolation It makes the oyl of gladness swim and lye Above the water of adversity It out of ev'ry cross doth take the core It sucks the poyson out of every sore It draws the anguish out of every groan And cutteth each calamity of the stone They cannot chuse but lead a joyful life In whom the thoughts of heaven are most rise That chrystal fountain to perplexed hearts Sweet draughts of consolation oft imparts The Third Practical Conclusion O Let there be within thy soul a dearth Of worldly thoughts lest doting on the earth Thou forfeit those refined sweets which lie Safe in the bosome of eternitie Cold comfort is in creatures to be found Contentment grows not in such barren ground Heaven is the spring from whence a lone doth flow Sweet satisfaction to the faints below Where others set their hearts there set thy feet Such counsel for a christian is most meet Spend not thy coin for that which is not bread But with disdain on earths enjoyments tread Fasten thine eyes upon that glorious state For which the saints with expectation waite Part not with that invaluable treasure For a few drops of moment any pleasure O hazard not thy self to endless woes For things that are as fading as the Rose What fruit hath Dives of his rich attire Or dainty fare in the infernal fire Of her dissolved Gems what pleasing tast Hath Cleoparra now her life is past What sweetness now finds Heliogabalus In the Elixars of his various And costly Cates VVhat pleasures now arise From his unheard of sensualities O toy not then with beggarly delights Divert thine eye from earths inchanting sights Relish no earthly joyes nor highly prise The gilded pompe of worldly phantasies What cares and fears gripe those who thus excel Rich discontent is but a glorious hell Though thou to so journ here on earth art driven Yet let thy Faith be breathing still in heaven O fix thine eye upon thy future station Let that be floating on thy meditation The matchless glory which thy present state Succeedeth time shal never antiquate Let all thy studies to that center tend The blessedness of heaven knows no end Be sure to make eternity the sphere Of all thy thoughts even while thou livest here And let thy contemplation often be Prying upon thy future dignity Be ever thinking thus Oh when shall I Take up my

into the heavens third story So thou which made thee limne so well its glory Thy skill hath made Objects remote t' appear Close by and things a distance off seem neer Sin is alas an interposing screen A separating wall which stands between Glory and us but by thine heavenly art Glory 's revealed unto us in part Thine understandings search hath brought to light Secrets abstruse O blindness blest for sight The Spaniards Dove Columbus and our Drake Not Quaking in the least did undertake A long and dang'rous voyage sayling over Remotest Seas new Ilands to discover Home they return their richer vessels hold A fraught of nought but glorious luggage Gold Had they both Indies and could Numid-like Measure their unsumm'd treasure by a strike Time would consume it what a thief is Chink The greatest baggs will in the using shrink Alas alas the Glory they did win Was earthly vain their Bullion falling in A deep consumption pin'd away by leasure See there the end of their laborious pleasure But as for thee my truly Honor'd Friend Thou Rigg'st thy Vessel for an other end Thy braver spirit doth with scorn disdain The roaming here upon the foaming Main Grace is the Ship thy soul doth go aboard Thy Faith 's the Sayl thy Steers-man is Gods Word His Spirit 's the Wind that drives thee by degrees O're the calm back of th' Erythraean seas I mean Christ's bloud thou tak'st a view of heaven Returnest richly fraught with Jewels given By God himself by doing good thou thriv'st Thy lands enrich'd this is the trade thou driv'st Like Noahs Dove thou canst not dost not cease Until thou bringst an Olive-branch of Peace Wouldst thou view heaven on earth kind Reader then Let thine eye trace the foot-steps of his pen Steer'd by an others hand be pleas'd to look On the Reflections of this precious Book And here it is heavens glorious Objects pass Unto Faiths eye through this prospective glass Dost thou desire with beauties most sublime T' enrich thy soul engarrison'd with slime Shake off Earths dangling fetters which keep down Thy lab'ring soul from rising to its Crown The transient pleasures of this Mole-hill Earth Afford at best but melancholy mirth But joyes in heaven which are only sure And stable shall eternally endure In spight of time there the bles'd Saints advance Their heightned notes above the reach of chance Be practically good bid sin good-b'wy And Glory 's thine I 'le warrant you I I 'T is thine 't is thine the heavens have decreed It thine it thine Beatitude indeed Wouldst thou be made one of the royal stem And Den'son of the New-Jerusalem Be sure thou follow this directive way And then thou wilt not nay thou canst not stray Heav'n shield us all from the worlds Philtrecharms And hold us fast in his encircling arms O may we ever in that Glory rest Which our rare Author sweetly hath exprest Thrice happy be that soul who thirsting gapes To drink this liquor prest from Canaans Grapes Canterbury July 1. 1657. Nicholas Billingsley The Table A Believers present taste of future glory Page 1 Heavens glory not to be fully dsplaid in this life Page 3 Heavens Glory set out by 6 Properties Page 8 1 Its Altitude ibid 2 Its Magnificence Page 10 3 Its Purity Page 12 4 Its Amplitude Page 14 5 Its Brightness ibid 6 Its Permanency Page 16 Heavens glory further set out by sundry Scripture-names titles epithites as Page 18 1 A Kingdom Page 19 2 A Heavenly Kingdom Page 20 3 The Kingdom of God ibid 4 An Inheritance Page 21 5 An incorruptible Inheritance ibid 6 An exceeding eternal weight of glory Page 22 The Saints shall be with Christ in heaven Page 24 They shall be all Kings Page 29 They shall be all filled with joy Page 31 They shall have perfect Rest Page 34 They shall have full Security Page 36 There shall be a vindication of their names Page 39 Their Graces shall be perfected Page 42 The Beauty and Blessedness of Glorified Bodres Page 44 1 They are Immortal Page 46 2 Impassible Page 48 3 Agile Page 49 4 Amtable Page 51 The Beauty and Blessedness of Glorified Souls Page 52 1 Their Knowledge perfected Page 53 2 Their Love perfected Page 59 Five Practical Conclusions Page 64 Four Marks of our Interest in Heaven Page 75 A General Conclusion Page 82 Faiths Triumph Page 86 ERRATA In page 3. line 5. for the comprehensible r. th' incomprehensible p. 17. l. 9. for man r. men p. 31. l. 5. for joyn'd r. joyned p. 40. l. 27. for stiled r. stil'd p. 47. l. 2. for our r. over p. 49. l. 21. for at r. it p. 51. l. 15. r. bodies p. 62. l. 9. r. keep p. 62. l. 16. r. wound p 71. l. 13. r. makes GRAPES FROM CANAAN OR The Believers present taste OF Future Glory THe lives of Saints are Tragae-comaedies Their future joy their present grief out-vies Their death is sweet although their life be sowr Tears in the bud but Glory in the flower The blessed Angels at the port of bliss Or portal of the Heavenly edifice As Masters of the Ceremonies stand To welcome Saints into the Holy Land From whence into their Fathers Court strait-way These Ministring Spirits their new-Guests convey The glory that the Blessed there behold All language is too narrow to unfold The glittering stars which in that Orbe do shine No Logick can sufficiently define Had I as many tongues as hairs yet I Could never set out the resplendency Of that celestial Paradise above For saints ordained by the God of Love The shadow of it in the picture I Can only give and that imperfectly Heavens Glory not to be fully displai'd in this life NO eye hath seen ear heard or heart of man At any time conceived hath or can The comprehensible sublimity And glorious mysteries of that most high And heavenly Wisdom and unparallel'd Sweetness which in the Gospel is reveai'd How altogether then unutterable Is the perfection how inexplicable The full the real and the actual Fruition of those Evangelical Mysterious Revelations which are even Accomplish'd to the height in th' highest Heaven The eye of man hath seen Earths rarest sights Its bravest Ornaments and chief delights Mountains of Chrystal and rich Mines of Gold With Rocks of Diamonds wondrous to behold Ilands of Spices and the Pearly coast Of which some Travellers so much do boast The stately and sublime Pyramides Diana's Temple and such like as these Mausolus tombe in all its pompe and pride With all the wonders of the world beside The Ear hath with the sweetest melody Oft charmed been even with such harmony As once transported the amazed ear Of Alexander with a pang as 't were Of pleasing rage and sweerly did inhance His spirit with a most delightful dance The Heart of man imagine and surmise Rare pieces can and strange felicities The pebbles on the ground it in conceit Into rich Pearls can transubstantiate Dust into