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
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
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
Man store Like a Dear Friend Man sins the more Till in the end Or Mercies sins or sins do Mercies smother Yet thou' rt the FATHER still of mercies Father When through sins curse Such Rebels dye Thou dost yet nurse Their Progenie As th' Hen her Chickens so thou dost them gather Thus are all things conserved since the fall Both man and Beast The Raven 's fed The Lillie's drest Then put to Bed All 's kept in 'ts kind or Individuall How beauteous in its season is each thing Summer supplies What Winter spends When Autumn dies Such stock descends As may set up the next succeeding Spring Thy Providence makes Clouds feed th' Earth with Rain Th' Earth feed the Plant Plant th' Animal So there 's no want Nor wast at All. Then th' Earth with Vapours feeds the Clouds again By these the Marshes make the Mountains drink And liquid Seas At thy Commands Water by these The parched Lands Who but thy self should such a thing forethink Thou dost for ev'ry mouth provide a Meat For ev'ry meat A mouth provide Thy Board's full set On ev'ry side If ought do fall to th'ground that th' earth doth eat Father for All things thou dost well provide Thou didst Erect This fair Creation And dost project Its preservation And being the House-Keeper art the great House-Guide Thou serv'st Thy self of All. Ev'n Satans Brain Ripens thy Plot And his design When he thinks not Promoteth thine Thou mak'st that Black-smith forge his own dark chain Thou mak'st mans wrath praise thee And all his evil Thou turn'st to good In all mans Story Ev'n in mans blood Thou sav'st thy glory Goodness rules all in spight of man and Devil Yea such is Fathers care and Fathers skill When foolish man Led by that elf Doth all he can T' undo himself T' extract mans greatest good from such an ill So thou 'rt the FATHER still Thy new Creation Most sweetly shews Thy Father-hood My God renews Faln man to good By a new word through th' Spirits Incubation Adam comes forth but in a new Edition Gods bright Portraiture Is new imprest The Divine Nature On mans brest Clear from all treason and from all Misprision Father thou soak'st this Adament in blood Of thy first-born Mine heart I felt Did the impress scorn And would not melt Till that red Sea resolv'd it to a flood Father I heard thee beg the Rebels peace Rising betimes To ope thy doores For all my crimes My God implores Me to take pardon for my wickedness Then said I turn me O my Lord my God! And I will turn To bear thy yoak Mine heart doth burn That I it broke O my dear child I le run and burn my rod. Thus spake my father Pains o th' second birth Did pinch and grieve But Gods dear strength Did soon relieve And at the length His child bee'ng washt and drest my God makes mirth Nor doth mans elder brother grudg or grieve But sing and smile Angels do shout Heav'n rings the while Th' whole court throughout To see poor spend-thrift man return and live Man thus adopted and regenerate Searcheth his Fathers Lâ—st Testamâ—nt And thence man gathers H av'ns full â—nteâ—t For his inheritance and faâ—ur stâ—â—â— Thou prov'st thy self my FATHER all these waieâ— Now let thy Dove Teach me to fear To s ve and love Thee Father Dear Proving my self thy Child ev'n all my Dayes If you call on the FATHER passe the time of your sojourning herein fear 1 Pet. 1.17 SON O Let that Dove that sometimes did thee Crown With yellow Gold And silver Plumes Unto thy Poet Thee unfold That humbly by thy leave presumes To spread thy fame and scatter thy Renown Let thine Heroick Spirit guide my Verse If thou the thing Indite I 'le write Touching the King What my weak willing heart would fain reherse 'T was when Augustus Cesaer laid a Tax On all the Earth Grace call'd for Thee 'T was then thy Mother gave thee Birth That thou might'st set all Nations free Heavens fair Impression's stampt on Virgin Wax To us a Child is born grace gives a Son Heav'ns were too bold To say That they That King can hold Who now into a Manger crouds His Throne For since sin made man brutish like the Rest My God did lay The Bread of Life Come down from Heav'n ' mongst Oats and Hay That man might find his food as rise Yea find his Saviour whilst he seeks his Beast 'T is not the Cloth but Crown that shews the King A Cave's a Court If there Appear The Princes Port. Wise men what means your Star your sparkling thing Sure you can read by that Orientall light What is this stranger That makes his Bed In this poore Cottage Crib and Manger Hav'ng no where else to lay his Head 'T is Christ Earths Joy Hels Torment Heav'ns Delight Satan 't is Christ my Crown but Christ thy terror Bite if thou dare His heel I feel Is somewhat bare But thy bruis'd head shall ever rue thine error All wise men do but foolish sinners do not Lye prostrated Before this Babe Being lodg'd in such a poore straw-beds Nor to this new-born child cry Ab They 're so unwise their Masters crib they know not My Lord at eight daies old began to bleed For my disease To free Poore mee Not for 's own ease Surely this martyrs blood 's the Churches seed Then went he to his Temple with his Mother One Dove me thought That blessed maid Might then have spar'd that Lamb be'ng brought Before the Lord whose fleece if laid But rightly on the worlds whole sin might smother From thence my Lord posts into Egypts-land Have at thy head Black Prince For since Egypts dark bed Hath lodg'd this light what dungeon can withstand When Bethl'hem first gave Judahs Lion breath He boldly wades Through th' seav'n fold stream The Dragons country he invades On their own ground thus daring them Thence safe returning dwells at Nazareth Can any good come thence fair Nazarene Thou dwellest there Buâ— Lo The Snow Is not so cleare As thou canst make the Black-Moore sinner clean At twelve years old my Lord went thence to sit I' th' Temple which Ne'r shines so bright As when my Saviour doth enrich Its darkned windows with his light There sits the child to teach the Doctours wit The seav'ntieth week be'ng come the time foreset In Daniels book Foretold Of old My Saviour took Baptisme to him a type of 's bloody sweat Then was the water washt that scoures my dress My God my Christ Thou could'st not need For thine own sake a John Baptist But that thou mightest cleanse thy seed Thou' rt pleas'd thus to fulfill all righteousness Jordan's the cleaner Lord for washing thee Hath John indeed To be By thee Baptiz'd such need O my baptiz'd Redeemer Sprinkle me Christ thence ascending meets his own dear dove Descending while The bridegroomes friend The Baptist doth both see and smile Whose ears that heavenly voice attend O son
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
thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness hâ—ve a worse â—hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r â—yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burnâ— Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speakâ— Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall Dâ—wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'â— Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Makâ—s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And yâ—â— let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too â—ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Addâ—r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid