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Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.
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Baxter, Richard, 1615-1691.
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thy Mind The Flesh will so rebel and put thee to it That when thou wouldst do good thou canst not do it There 's in one breast a twofold Will and Heart Actingreach of them a contrary part There is a Will to Good and Will to evil One's Rul'd by God the other by the Devil A Will to read and pray and meditate A Will that doth all this oppose and hate Do not now stand and whine nor yield nor flie But use thy weapons thou must fight or die Now live by Faith Be glad thou hast a Christ Whose Spirit fortifies thee to resist Making the greatest things thy chiefest scope Keeping alive a secret spark of Hope Which will not only strive but overcome And through all Foes will safely bring thee home Sinner But how can I find favour in thy sight That have sinn'd wilfully even in the Light Jesus Though they that wholly to the last reject My Sacrifice no other can expect All kind of sin is pardon'd by my Merit Save the grand blasphemy against the Spirit Sinner Alas this is the thing that I fear most Lest I have thus blasphem'd the Holy Ghost Jesus No man that fears or thinks he hath this sin Hath ever truly guilty of it been For they deny me all to be the Lord Think it no sin to violate my Word They set themselves against me with despight And justifie the sin which they commit Sinner But wilt thou take this Lord for true Consent From a hard heart that can no more relent From one that loveth thee no more than I That is constrained by Necessity And while he thus subscribeth to thy Will Knowingly crosseth it and sinneth still Jesus If thou Consent it 's Good that doth thee move And to Consent to Good is truly Love Believe if thou would'st Love And in my face God's Love and Grace If His abounding Love thou didst but know Thy heart with Love to him would everflow Love kindleth Love but Faith must hold the Glass This sight would win thy heart before thou pass He that will Love God must not think him Evil Nor paint him in his fancy like the Devil Satan will make thee fly from God with hate If he can make thee throughly desperate Think'st thou to find thy Love before by Faith Thou 'lt come to Me and hear what Mercy saith Thou may'st as wisely search for marks to prove Thou lovest God before thou wilt him love Believe Consent Give up Thy Self to Me And I will give my Self and Spirit to thee I will inable thee to do the rest And take the stony heart out of thy breast I 'le put God's Fear and Love into thy heart That thou may'st never more from him depart I 'le quench the flames of thy corrupt desire And save thee from God's wrath and from Hell fire Sinner And wilt thou pardon all the crimson sin Of which my wilful heart hath guilty been Jesus Have I not told thee I will pardon all Hast thou sinn'd more than raging bloody Soul Or than Manasseh 's long and matchless flood Of Witchcraft Rage Idolatry and Blood That yet was pardon'd when he did return And in his Prison-Irons pray and mourn Trust Me Subscribe My Covenant and be Mine And I and All My Benefits are Thine Sinner O wondrous Love where this is kindly felt The heart must needs with Love Sorrow melt Wilt thou accept so vile a wretch as I I 'le cast my self upon thee live or die My Soul and Body here to Thee I tender All that I called Mine I Here Surrender To this Consent here I subscribe my Hand Whatever Changes come to this I stand Not by my strength I trust on Thee My Lord That for performance thou wilt Grace afford January 26. 1660 1. 13. Upon the sight of Mr. VINES His Posthumous TREATISE OF THE SACRAMENT October 18. 1656. Who Dyed a little before WHile thou grew'st here thy fruit made glad The hearts that sin and death made sad Lest we should surfeit of thy fruit Thy Life retired to the Root Desiring with us first to keep A Passover before thy sleep Weary of Earth thou took'st thine Ease Passing into the Land of Peace The threatned Evil we fore-see But hope to hide our selves with Thee Though thou art gone while we must fight We 'l call it Victory not Flight When God hath taken up this VINE We thought no more to taste its Wine Till in the Land of Salem's King We drink it new even from the Spring But unexpectedly we find Some Clusters which are left behind This Mantle from thy Chariot fell We know it by the pleasant smell Who knows but from this little seed Some more such fruitful Vines may breed The Tree of Death bears precious Fruit Though in the Earth it have no Root Dear Brother thou art gone before And I a wretch wait at the door Sin doth not only keep me thence But makes me loth to go from hence When Christ hath heal'd me of this sin And made me fit he 'l let me in Till then may I but in a Glass See what you see with open face Sure it will raise my heavy Soul And these distrustful fears controul And make me willing to be gone As knowing Whither and to Whom If Time be Nothing as some say You that were with us yesterday Are with us still or we with you Which is the better of the two The Soul imbodied in those lines Doth make us say that This is VINES And if our hearts with you could be Our Lord would say that there are we But as acccording to desert The Heavens have got thy better part And left us but some of the Wine Whil'st they have taken up the Vine So we look up and wait and pray And yet still feel we live in Clay Here we are keeping sin's account While some small sparks do upward mount Crying How long Holy and True Till we are taken up to you Thus also we must follow LOVE To find our HEAD and LIFE above He that is made by the New-Birth A BURGESS of the Church on Earth And then by Faith can rise so high In Divine LOVE to Live and Die Shall be translated to your soil Remov'd from sin and fear and toil And from this House of Worms and Moles Unto that Element of Souls Where every Branch becomes a VINE And where these Clods like Stars will shine God is not there known by the Book You need not there the Pruning Hook There you have Wine without the Press And God his Praise without Distress There we shall find our Eyes and Sight When we come to our Head and Light The Kernel is where you now dwell And we here strive about the Shell You have the Reconciling Light Who are past Faith and live by Sight No wonder then if you are One When Peace from Earth is almost gone We croud about a little Spark Learnedly striving in the Dark Never so bold as when most Blind
deep remorse tells me What I have done What have I done It 's graven all in Stone This heart of flint feels now What I have done What have I done my pained flesh and bone Cry out with anguish O what have I done What have I done I see I feel I groan The sad effects proclaim What I have done What have I done My friends distress and moan Cry to me night and day This thou hast done Melt sinful heart and spare not welcome grief Away delights I 'le none of your relief Shew me the Wilderness the secret Cell Where grief and I may still together dwell Where Hills and Woods may eccho all my groans And hearers may not interrupt my moans Where mortal Eyes may see no more the face Which folly hath confounded with disgrace Where I may Die alive and Live in Death And spend in Lamentation all my breath Seeing deceitful heart-tormenting sin So cunningly is crept and woven in Break it in pieces turn this Heart to dust Melt out the dross purge out the filth and rust Spare not the Lance Or if that will do good Drench it in tears Stop not this brinish flood Jesus Peace troubled Soul I 'le wash it in my blood Woman why weepest thou was the first word After his Rising spoken by our Lord To which his Angels Preface did accord John 20. 13. 15. The Relief Jesus PEace troubled Soul It 's not thy brinish flood Nor troubling Passions that must do thee good Come freely drank and bathe thee in this Blood Sinner What I so vile a wretch it cannot be Alas I fear it was not shed for me Jesus Yea even for thee So far 't was shed for all That they may come and welcome at my Call Sinner Alas Lord I have trampled on thy Blood And thy Reproofs and Calls of Grace withstood Jesus And yet I call thee Take my Mercy yet I 'le answer for thee I have paid thy debt Sinner What mine that have provoked thee so long And done thy Blood and Spirit so much wrong Jesus I dy'd for Enemies It is my Glory To wash foul hearts and blot out all their story Sinner What! one so long so terrible so sad Love one so hateful pardon one so bad Jesus Hast thou such sins as I cannot forgive Or any wants which I cannot relieve Sinner I know thy Blood can wash away my guilt I doubt not thou canst heal me if thou wilt Jesus How hath my Will deserved thy suspicion When I have made Acceptance the condition Consent and all is thine My Gift is free The purchase is not to be made by thee Sinner â— know what thou wilt do shall sure be done â—ut some God hates I fear that I am one Jesus And must the Love declar'd at such a rate So vail'd by the suspicion of Hate For this I came to Men from God above To manifest his great abundant Love Mark what my Doctrine Life and Death intend This is their principal design and end God's Power and Skill But chiefly his Great Mercy and Good Will Sinner Yet he will save none but his own Elect Not those that his Salvation neglect Jesus My Promise and thy Duty thou may'st see But canst not search the depth of God's Decree Mercy intreats thee here it 's brought unto thee Take it and God's Decree shall not undo thee All are Elect that do not to the last Refuse me and my Grace behind them cast Sinner This I have done and fear I shall do still Till I the measure of my sins fulfil Though God be Love it self I shall have none I fear my Day of Grace is past and gone Methinks I feel Grace doth my Soul forsake Thy Holy Spirit thou dost from me take Jesus Here thou art yet alive my Grace attends thee And from the jaws of Death and Hell defends thee Satan would fain at once thy Soul devour What dangers dost thou walk in every hour Yet thou art safe and hear'st the Preacher's voice Come close with Mercy and Heav'n will rejoyce Dost thou not feel my Spirit still contend And tell thee what it is that thou must mend If yet thou 'lt be but willing to be mine I and my Benefits will sure be thine I seek I knock thou find'st I have not done Yet dost thou say thy Day of Grace is gone Sinner O but I have a Heart as hard as Steel I see my misery but cannot feel Jesus Fully to feel what thou deserv'st is Hell What measure 's best it 's I that best can tell Sinner I can scarce weep a tear for sin This Heart Was never melted yet by all thine Art Sure it 's a sign my Day of Grace is gone When this unhumbled Heart remains a Stone Jesus Consent but to my Covenant and be sure The remnant of thy Hardness I will cure I 'le put a tender heart into thy breast Believe in me and I 'le forgive the rest It is no Mortal Hardness if thou chuse My Covenant and dost not me refuse Should'st thou but fully feel thy sin thou 'dst die None could sustain so great a load but I. I felt it for thee Leave it to my care To wound or heal to break afflict or spare Sinner My sin my wants my misery is such That I can never feel and grieve too much Jesus Such breaking 's good as breaks the heart of sin And maketh way for Love to enter in But not the grief that only breaketh ease Weakning the Soul and strengthning the Disease Hinder not Love and Joy but grieve in measure My Blood and not thy Tears must be thy Treasure Sinner Indeed my purest streams are too impure And cannot thy severity endure The grief of an impatient selfish spirit Cannot thy Pardon or Acceptance merit But if this hardened Heart do not relent And so great sin and misery lament How canst thou smile on such a brazen face As never felt the want and worth of grace Jesus Whence 〈◊〉 I this complaining language hear If neither want nor worth of grace appear I 'le save thee if but so far thou Repent As to my Gospel-Covenant to consent Wilt thou be healed Truly say I will And trust the cure on thy Physicians skill Sinner O there 's my sin and woe though Grace be free I cannot take thy Grace or come to thee My heart is hardened I cannot repent My Will 's enthrall'd I cannot consent This will condemn me at the dreadful day I may have Life but will not when I may Jesus Art thou not willing why then dost thou crave it Dost thou complain for grace wouldst not have it If thou hadst rather be ungodly still It seems thou speak'st all this against thy will Sinner Would not the worst of men be sav'd from Hell And in delight and endless pleasure dwell But to be Holy I have no desire But as a means to keep me from Hell fire When I seem to do good or ill forbear It is not out of