Meditations are Divine When God with secret Bliss such joys imparts As does create true Zeal in pious hearts And doth their Souls with flaming Love invite To Paradise inessable to write Unless his Holy Spirit should indite To my Old Sick Friend MY good Old Friend why so sad does thy Age decline so fast that the Idea of thy Grave frights thee with fear to die Are we not all dying and none knows who shall go next nor how soon be gone if this occasion thy dismay I will teach thee an Antidote that will dispell the Poyson of that Serpent's bite and turn that universal carse of Death into a State of Bliss if thou can'st raise thy dejected Spirit to a quick sense of sharing the Eternal Joys of Heaven with those departed Saints who by Faith Prayer and Penitence are now exalted thither Let thy melancholy Meditations and Preparations for the Grave be changed from a Gaol delivery into a constant chearful zealous Conversation in thy Divine Retirements with God the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost by a total Resignation of thy Soul and all thy concerns unto them and think with pleasure how near thou art arrived to thy Journeys end to be with them in Paradise Then such Celestial Thoughts will be thy most pleasant entertainment and surely meet with surprising joy from Faith in Christ's plenteous Redemption which will beget a hearty speedy welcome unto Death's arrival who comes to conduct thee to Eternal Bliss and thou wilt also find that every devout step towards this felicity of thy approaching Salvation will make thy heart dance with a Saint-like delight to battle the terrors of the Grave with a serene prospect of thy Eternal Happiness at hand and so make thy last hours full of Angelical transporting joy to be with God the moment thy Soul expires fix thy heart thus and all sad Thoughts will vanish when a sincere Faith becomes predominant Thy Heart by practice will delight in this Divine Elixir of Eternal Bliss On vain Projectors NO mortal Man can limit or restrain The boundless fansies of another's brain But may such Fetters on his own Thoughts lay As will keep them from wandring much astray But naturally Men add wings to try How high their vain ambitious Hearts can fly Until like Icarus their waxen Wings Do melt and all their hopes to ruin brings But when our Souls do with Angellick Love Soar high they will Celest'al joys improve To flaming Zeal and raise our hearts so high As will discern our Immortality To my Rich Friend become Poor TEll me Old Friend and speak the truth If twenty Dishes in thy Youth Did then more please and gratifie Thy Stomach with that Gluttony Which did Diseases daily breed Till now thou dost on one Dish feed Tell me if now thy constant health Gives not more joys than thy lost Wealth Afforded by thy vast excess In frequent Treats and Wantonness Which made a noise more than content For all thy charge and time mispent When to the Poor half that expence Would have procur'd God's Providence And fav'd the loss of thy Estate Which thou hast thought upon too late Tho' now thou dost aloud prosess Thy Poverty proves Blessedness On Injustice IF Charity to Men be God's Command Justice must in much higher favor stand If neither can in wicked Men find place They slight God's Anger and despise his Grace But these are petty Crimes when Avarice Doth harden hearts for gold and Souls intice To sell Salvation at so cheap a Rate Such villanous intentions aggravate When a design'd premeditated cheat With a bold-fac'd fraud shall just Right defeat And a false Cause by power shall justifie Hell only can reward such Infamy For God with indignation does declare He will Poor Men's Oppressors never spare Against Momentary Ioys NOW let my Friend from sighs and sorrow cease For Crimes repented let thy joy increase For thy serene assurance lately gain'd Of pardon by thy Saviour's Blood obtain'd Let thoughts of thy Eternal Glory rise And scorn all Earthly Bawbles that surprise Unsteady Souls with present fading Toyes That cloud the brighter Beams of Heav'nly joys And boldly do those glitt'ring bubbles try In hope they 'll last unto Eternity Who raise their idle fancies by their wit To practise Atheism rather than submit To part with present Moments of delight To purchase Heav'n with God's Beatick sight Who with his known Decrees will not comply But think to live till they are pleas'd to dye Tho of such Men it may be truly said They are that moment both alive and dead The Terror of Death by Death is cured IF Death were not for Sin from Heaven sent It could not be esteem'd a punishment To be deliver'd from our daily woe While 'twixt our Roses Thorns and Thistles grow So that our care should be to weed our hearts From soul excrescents by such holy Arts As will that fatal sting of Sin destroy And so convert our sorrows into joy When we the Pangs of such a Death endure As doth produce both Punishment and Cure To my Old Friend on his Birth-day MY Friend thou dost well to celebrate thy Birth-day as a vow'd Sacrifice to God because he did reserve the first born to himself of Living Creatures and thou art one But let not thy Altar be adorn'd with a superfluous Treat with too many slagons of rich Wine and Tables throng'd with Wealthy Guests as if it were a Bacchanalian Feast But such a moderate Meal for thy own Servants with some Poor Neighbours that may soberly rejoyce to see a New Year begin with a propitious prospect of thy insuing happiness and pray thy Piety and charity may Shine round about thy Habitation here on Earth until thou art advanc'd to Heaven Death is the Beggars highest Holiday 'T Is but a saint Felicity that any Man can have in all the Honours Treasures and Pleasures of this World without a joyful inward assurance of his Salvation when the next moment an angry Neighbour or a Tyrant Prince can end his days Or Sickness by tormenting pains turn all his joy into sorrow while he lives with despairing terrors worse than all at the approach of Death when a poor pious Beggar will die transported full of Celestial Joys for his highest Holiday and be as welcome into Heaven as the greatest Monarch And therefore may be well and truly said Both Souls are of the same sine Substance made To my merry Friend WHY now so joyful my good Friend has thy Princes smiles this Morning added new feathers to thy Heart that makes it fly so high His frowns to morrow may turn those gay feathers into Lead tho' thou deserve not such a change Consider now such frequent sad Fates as do besal the craftiest Men that only truth in mortal accidents for their support in Princes savours and raise thy Souls delight in Service of the King of Kings whose savours will endure unto Eternity above the reach of Earthly Storms and then thy Prince's favours will have a sure foundation to subsist on with higher joys than any Sycophants black Arts by Malice or by Envy can disturb thy Peace or Pleasures when a good Conscience is so center'd and so fix'd on God For no Man can imagine the constant felicity of a strict pious Life in all conditions but he that is so reconciled with a lively Faith to God as chearfully to part with all the glitt'ring Bubbles of this World to enjoy everlasting Bliss in Heaven which ought to be the supreme hope of our best endeavours On the fear of Death THO Men by nature Born to fear to Die May still account it a great misery When Piety and Prayer can't prevail To change the pow'r of that severe Intail Tho' all our Hearts and Souls do still agree To frame our Minds to God's most bless'd Decree Because no other means like that the best To bring Mankind to his Eternal Rest. Yet our weak Faith cannot the credit gain By Heavenly joys and glory to obtain Such Courage and a Valour so Divine Rather to Die with joy than to repine To part with fading pleasures that no Age Can for one moments certain time engage They shall abide nor can find any cure That Men on Earth for ever shall endure How great a shame and folly then that we Should fear to go where we desire to be And so preferr our miseries on Earth Before a bless'd and glorious chearful Death That will in gratitude the surest way Our Souls to God in Paradise convey When Faith with such a Zeal shall so comply 'T will shew a Godly Gallantry to Die On the Art of Meditation WHO will the Art of meditation learn Must make each Paragraph his chief concern For some few moments to consider on Lest reading more create confusion And unavoidably disturb the Brain With more at once than what it can retain When Piety by Art is thus refin'd It will rejoyce the heart inrich the mind With sacred Thoughts beyond all Earthly care Till flesh be turn'd into Angelick Air. All Men should live as ever in God's sight And make Devotion their supreme delight And then observe how God does Grace return To make Seraphick Joy the brighter burn
Mid-night and Daily Thoughts In PROSE and VERSE BY Sir WILLIAM KILLIGREW LONDON Printed for Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall M DC XC IV. To Sir William Killigrew On view of his Book of Mid-night and daily Thoughts WHen first I read your pious Sheets it wrought Within my Soul such sympathetick Thought I seem'd your Transcript joying so to be Or else transported as your Simile Thus ravish'd with my self I further tried To gain converse with you that amplify'd I found and more improv'd what I had took Your constant Practice doth expound your Book With this difference only I might call That the Copy you the Original I am so full of you whate'er I write Flows from your Pen and you do mine indite Your Dream of Heaven is so drawn and plac'd As if of Heaven it self you had a taste And prepossession which will ever last And your angelick Thoughts so scatter'd where If Heaven can be on Earth sure it is there Your Dream of Hell I cannot barely name Vnless I snatch my Finger from your Flame I feel the sting of your Expressions so As if in pain and forc'd to undergo Death you 've drawn to life so clear that I In love with life by reading chuse to die Vnless I liv'd like you exalted quite With future Ioys and holy Anchorite Your Poems run so natural you indite It seems a self-denial not to write 'T is much that in your Age of Eighty eight Your Mind 's so full of vigour and of weight Truly inspired and as your Days decline The more you write still that is more Divine There 's nothing languid all your Lines last long Like Honey in a Lion sweet and strong Proceed bless'd Sir and prove exemplar even To make Disciples here and Saints in Heaven Ri. Newman On Sir Willian Killigrew's Nightly and Daily Thoughts WHat Muse a lofty Fame for him can raise Whose whole Ambition is to fly from praise Or fix him gracious with the Multitude Who only courts a sacred solitude Whose Commerce when awake in Vision lies When sleeping dreams him up into the Skiesâ— All that his Friends can do is to invite Others to reap what he alone can write Without the help of Learning or of Toil As genuine Plants spring from their native Soil And that 's true Fancy which one cannot shun Flowing like Emanations from the Sun Most Poets strive to make the World admire To be believ'd is all he needs desire Whose Doctrine to gain Faith wants no relief But his high untaught Pen strains our Belief Sincere Devotion Midwife to his Brain Bows to the lowest his angelick strain And his Example Grace abroad do breed Making him read by those who cannot read A broken Spirit is his soundest part And th' humble Style suits best his soaring heart Hen. Birkett To my Honoured Friend Richard Newman Esq SIR I Live so much alone that I have not found a Friend to whom I could communicate this new Bundle of my Mid-night and Daily Thoughts on which I dare not trust my own Judgment nor shew to any of my own Relations who are such Criticks in Devotion Eloquence and Wit that my mean Talent doth beget Contempt left I should suffer in the World's Opinion Yet it is not my Design to flatter you or to commend my self but to beg a real Favour of you to read them And if you do without a Compliment think them fit for the meanest Understandings to gain Profit by them they shall be printed else not I want skill to search Learned Authors for a lofty Strain to gain Applause and only write such Emanations as my dull Brain afford me From whence the Benefit I find and Pleasure that I have in spending my solitary Hours thus is ample Recompence besides the Hope of doing good to others beyond the Vanity of being praised Who am Your most Humble Servant W. Killigrew To Sir William Killigrew SIR SInce you are pleased to communicate to me before others the Book of your Mid-night and Daily Thoughts and in the Front thereof ennobled my Name by way of Dedication I have not only diligently but devoutly pernsed and applied the same to my own Heart and find my self both elevated and bettered by it I have also imparted it to some of my most dear and learned Friends who stick not to say with me That they admire such Heavenly Inspirations which cannot be called by any other Name and with they could write the like and all agree to pray you that it may be forthwith printed for the Devotional Part thereof transcending for some Uses all the deep Notions and Learning in the World one Practical Page thereof being in my Opinion more acceptable to GOD and comfortable to the Reader than a Library of critical Authors And methinks I can say as our Blessed Saviour in another case I thank thee O heavenly Father Lord of Heaven and Earth that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent and hast revealed them unto Babes Even so Father for so in seemeth good in thy sight Luke 10.23 I shall only add this That whereas you seem in your Letter to give me leave to put out any of your late Meditations or to correct or transpose any of them because of some Repetitions you are told are in them I must really tell you I am afraid of doing any such thing for fear or violating such sacred Raptures casting with my self that though they seem to me Repetitions yet they are no more to be rejected than the Repetitions of the Lord's Prayer which hath been so used and sanctified by our Saviour's own Lips Thus concluding I and my Friends nameless desire you to have them printed before you die From Your Affectionate Friend Ri. Newman An Answer to my kind Friend's Preface in his Letter SInce God Himself is pleas'd to guide my Pen To rectifie the Steps of unlearn'd Men I am much pleas'd yet dare no Praises own All which I know are due to God alone But daily pray that I may take delight To practise these great Lessons that I write Tho' I 'm afraid this Book will have the fate That better Books than mine have had of late To be laid by when once it is read o'er And ne'er be look'd on nor e'er thought on more Like those Romantick Stories that are writ To shew their Author's Eloquence and Wit But when good Meditations fill a Mind Which by the Holy Spirit is refin'd Each Paragraph which such good Men shall read Devotion will receive and in them breed Fresh flaming Zeal produc'd by holy Seed Whose Soul 's with various Joys will entertain And let their still-encreasing Stock remain Till their devout experimental Part By Faith the intrinsick value of this Art Shall such Angelick Fire in them create As may with them Heaven's Bliss participate And as their glitt'ring Bubbles do decay Their lightned Souls with holy Vigour may So fix their Minds and all their Hopes imploy Make them assur'd of their
subtile Agent stand With all his wicked Instruments at hand Ready and glad to be employ'd while we Make haste to Hell by our impiety Till youth and vigour with its power decrease And cause our evil appetites to cease From wicked acts yet he 'll not give us o'er Nor quit us so He has new sins in store When wrinkled age adorns us with gray hairs He terrifies our hearts with high despairs Shews us the ills that we have done too great For pardon are and now too late to treat With Heav'n having resign'd our selves to Hell No holy Charm can e'er dissolve that Spell And dictates thus to our affrighted sense Repentance cannot balance our offence Who have so many years our God refus'd So many ways his Laws and Grace abus'd That in his Justice he can ne'er forgive Our Crimes Thus he torments us whil'st we live When flattering objects fail he thus presents Our fancies with despairing arguments That we must never hope to see God's face 'Cause we have sinn'd beyond the reach of Grace Out-gone the merit of Christ's Blood and have Done things beyond the power of God to save Thus by degrees he leads us to despair Never to hope for better than we are And thus by doubting God's Omnipotence To aggravate his wrath and our offence Unless our great and glorious God do please To free us from this Devil and this Disease So deadly to our Souls and let us see We may be yet redeem'd by Piety If we get Grace to pray and to repent With constant fervent zeal and full intent For ever to forsake and truly hate Those horrid Sins we doted on of late If we get faith to love and serve God thus No doubt he doth already pity us And will in time forgive there 's no dispute But Mercy is God's highest Attribute Severe in Justice yet of Grace not scant When chief of Sinners was the greatest Saint Our Reason must unto our Faith Submit LOrd I have search'd my heart but do still doubt It is not pure enough not clean throughout Nor can be till the Holy Ghost comes in And do assist in casting out of sin That so he may possession take for thee And I may hold my heart in Fealty To pay my God a thousand Thanks a day While thus thy Holy Spirit does bear sway O Holy Ghost when thou art once possess'd I shall not dare disturb so bless'd a Guest With a vile act or a vain thought that may Lessen my Bliss and drive my God away Thy presence will my wavering heart direct To Heaven and will from Enemies protect My Soul and me while thou art my defence Who dares contest with thy Omnipotence So cleans'd and so inform'd I shall soon learn To worship thee aright and shall discern The Mystery of Faith my Reason teach How to submit to what it cannot reach Faith shall take place my Fancy shall retire And I will be contented to admire The mighty Secrets of thy glorious Throne Which thou reserv'st unto thy self alone Lord tho' my heart can never understand The manner nor the motion of thy hand Nor all my Zeal and Fancy raise a thought To comprehend thy Essence as I ought I can persuade my Reason to give way Unto my Faith for if thy Gospel say 'T is so it is enough I do believe Tho' wonder how a Virgin did conceive And bring a Son who was both God and Man And do not doubt thy holy Spirit can Dwell in my heart and teach me to prevent Doubting that Christ is in the Sacrament Or searching of thy high Divinity How the Godhead becomes a Trinity I can see thee now in the Creation Full as great as in the Resurrection Though I know not how all these come to pass Thy Word says so it is and so it was And I believe 't while thou art mine my Faith No curiosity nor doubting hath To the Ambitious Envious Man DOes that Man's honour and his wealth abound Is his felicity sufficient ground For thee to envy what he does possess When thou dost feel no want though thine be less Such envy dwells not in a noble heart Yet I will teach thee a mysterious art Shall make ambition and thy envy swell As high as Heaven and yet thou shalt do well Thou want'st not understanding nor a wit But want'st the will and grace to manage it Let the dull Clown still multiply his Cows And make 't his business to enlarge his Mows The wary Merchant traffick on the Seas The Souldier kill as many as he please The Usurer injoy his full-stuff'd Bags And the gay Courtier boast his golden Rags And greatest Lords to highest Titles born Search all the World they never can adorn Themselves with wealth or glories that shall last Unto eternity Then do not waste Thy life on trifles let thy envy rise Do thou contest with those that Heav'n do prize With all that do pretend a better right Than thou to be God's greatest Favourite 'T is a noble and a brave Religion That allows thy envy and ambition To trample on the World in spight of fate Until thy forehead knock at Heaven Gate To the Luxurious Man ARe thy brave Statues Pictures Jewels Plate Which cost so many thousand pounds of late Destroy'd Is thy vast Building with thy Land Torn from thee by some unjust powerful hand And dost thou sit computing the great cost Of all thy Pleasures and this Treasure lost With a half broken heart and dost not see All this is to deface thy Luxury Which did thy Soul besot Till these were gone Thou hadst no leisure time to think upon Thy God who thus in Mercy and in Love Doth that calamity from thee remove That thy free heart may only Him adore And so be richer than thou wert before If Heaven and Earth be God's and he be thine Thou ought'st to thank him rather than repine Then will thy long-sick Soul recover health And thou possess an everlasting wealth Free from the Cares and Fears that daily hap To Men that seek their Bliss in Fortune's lap Love thy Neighbour as thy self IT is a prime and great Commandment To Love our Neighbour as our selves God meant Us happiness on Earth that did impose Severest Laws to make us love our Foes Including that our Friendships would not need A Law when hearts in unity agreed But we that still his Will prevaricate Do change this pleasant Precept into hate Throughout the World the daily Mischiefs show That Neighbourhood but little love do know We see the best of Men do often do What they themselves would not be done unto And few of us there be that do believe Our plenty should our Neighbour's wants relieve How few the sick do visit or endure The smallest Charges for a poor Man's Cure And yet we hope our God our selves will bless Who neither Love nor Charity express To love our Neighbour as we ought would be Mongst Men angelical Felicity My Toke is easie and
angelick Happiness as he brings good Men to participate of in God's eternal Glory which natural infirmity of doubting can only by an illustrious Faith be removed and that Faith by frequent Prayers be obtained Then thus to live and so to die will make us live and die in great tranquility though not to reach St. Stephen's Faith who saw Heaven open to him yet to so great a degree of divine Raptures in Devotion as to be filled with elevations of an inward assurance of our Election which must come from God when the Soul is in such a blessed Trance of celestial Delight that is inessable to be described How near such joy is to the joy we read of in Paradise when servent Zeal is by a lively Faith so raised and fixed in God by frequent Meditations it is a wonder that such Men can fear to die or doubt togo to God with cheerful Hearts when thus invited and thus led by his holy Spirit with such bright illuminations of surprizing joys while those divine Flames last cheeras cannot be related When Men's hearts are warmed with such Seraphick high Transports of Love and Mercy from Almighty God to give true Penitents some taste of their eternal Glory that being thus enlightned they may not fear to die but rather welcome death who comes to carry them to Heaven which is the highest Exaltation of the Soul's joy so to delight in God that the expectation of Heaven may be more pleasant than all the momentary Fruitions of this World are compared unto a blessed incomprehensible Eternity Which neither Wit nor Fancy can express When multiplying numbers make it less When neither first nor last can e'er be known Points so far distant yet so join'd in one That the eternal Circle shews us none But is a secret known to God alone 'T is such a sacred Riddle so profound That humane Wisdom never can expound But leaves us still to wonder and adore What will be after and what was before On the Power of Faith THough Men by Nature born to fear and to avoid what may seem hurtful yet that fear by Grace and Faith may be converted into divine Valour of the highest kind as is evident by the Three Children in the fiery Furnace and by Daniel in the Lion's Den which with other the like Examples should invite such Men as trust in God not to fear what he only can prevent if he thinks fit and though a fearful Man cannot remove a Mole-hill for want of Faith much less Mountains how little Faith then have we when the noise only of Ill News does affright our unsetled Souls with dismal apprehensions of what may never happen more than the ill event brings with it if it do unto such pious men as live prepar'd to bear afflictions for few moments here with faithful joyful Thoughts of their eternal Happiness in Heaven So that we see the Power of Faith will remove the greatest terrour and work Miracles when Men dare trust in God Lord give me grace to live as I do write And as thy holy Spirit shall indite To manifest thy mighty Mercy shown To such a Reprobate as must own Christ's Doctrine to suffer CHrist's Doctrine is with patience to inure Our selves to suffer what he did endure On Earth from that malicious cursed Crew Who scorn'd his Miracles and boldly slew Their bless'd Messiah who did then submit To die because his Father did think fit That we redeemed by his precious Blood Might trust in him who dy'd to do us good And now may sighing sing and weeping pray Our death may prove our highest Holy-day When we with Christ in Paradise appear And shine amongst those blessed Angels there On the Power of Love to God TO love and fear God is what every good Christian doth own and what most Men think they do but very few I fear do understand what it is to love and fear Him as we ought with all our Heart Soul and Mind above all other Objects whatever which is a Lesson of great use to bring Men to Heaven who know that we are dying every moment that we live and can not with more pleasure here than we shall find by serving God thus For those who can love him with all their Heart and Mind will worship and adore him with the same Zeal and will obey praise thank pray and trust in him with the like servent affection in all their divine addresses with their utmost endeavours to be with him in Heaven which God never will reject nor can eternal Bliss be purchased at a lower rate of Love Thus God exposes Heaven to entice Good Men to purchase at the Market-price When Love with all its Perquisites comply To fix a blessed Immortality On such exalted Souls as take delight To meditate on his beatick sight When their enlightned Faith does bring them there Enrich'd with love they 'll bid adieu to fear And leave no arguments to justifie Such timorous Men as dare not think to die Though their eternal joy will then be such That none will have too little or too much And those who truly love will surely find Their happiness by God is predesign'd Who sees the heart and thoughts of every Man That loves and serves him to the best they can On Faith WHen Faith grows strong our Fancies will soar high To search the secrets of Eternity Which to our Souls are of so near concern That no man can a greater Lesson Learn Nor have a more serene celestial Bliss Than he 'll enjoy by practising of this Great step which by degrees will lead him on To the sacred Seat of his Adoption Where Faith 'bove all the Gifts of Grace will shine With Love in Bliss and Glory most divine On God's Mercy OUr God from us his Glory keeps conceal'd Because it would destroy us if reveal'd His essence we can never understand 'T is well if we obey his just Command For God to mortal Man will never teach Such great Secrets because what we can reach By Nature cloys as soon as had or known He therefore lets us live by Faith alone Still subject to so many hopes and fears That our prime Joys are damp'd by frequent tears Which daily do our sorrows multiply Until death comes to tell us we must die The only remedy ordain'd to cure All sorts of evils that we here endure Yet God in mercy makes amends at last To free us from all miseries are past By raising them to blifs who do their best To gain a share in his eternal rest Which best in God's esteem is to do all Was done by bless'd St. Stephen and St. Paul On true Valour HAppy are they who in these letter days Are fill'd with love with gratitude and praise To God whose joyful Soúls do ever fly With highest thoughts of their Eternity And by the actions of their lives declare That Faith in Christ has conquer'd their despair For all past Crimes and now with Death has made Strict
desires our joys encrease Such raptures never cloy nor fail to bless Such fouls with everlasting happiness The world if we consider right Doth dazle rather than delight With wealth and honours that decay With strength and power that pass away Vain objects full of hopes and fears Freight with few joys and frequent tears Where pride or lust or gluttony excell We see short hours of true contentment dwell Though our Creator hath the Creatures made For men he has ordain'd them all to fade That nothing here might fix our wandring Sense But his divine and heavenly influence On Humane Frailty LOrd I confess when I at mid-night wake And think how Christ did suffer for my sake When all the world seems dead and I alone Freed from my Cares and Care 's confusion Then does thy Spirit bear the only sway Taking the burthen of my sins away Then does thy dazling beams of glory free My heart from fears with joy to worship thee Then with an humble holy confidence I row my self on thy Omnipotence Which fills my painting heart with such excess Of bliss methinks those joys should ne'er go less But when the Sun appears and I do rise The world betrays my heart deceives my eyes With wonted vanities as heretofore And I forget my vows to sin no more Thus I grow worse and worse and cannot frame My thoughts to perfect holiness though shame And trouble at the danger I am in Makes me abhorr the slavishness of sin Nature and Custom has in me begot Such earthliness I cannot move a jot Towards Heaven until thou think'st it fit To cure my fancy and restore my wit That by thy grace I may enable be To fix my heart upon eternity On Repentance REpentance easie seems when we regard Either the punishment or the reward We can confess and moan our wretched state And humbly our offences aggravate To sigh to weep to sorrow for what 's past Because our sins our souls and bodies waste Does but attrition prove and shew some sense Of our condition 't is not penitence Until we cast our vanities away And learn to make our appetites obey Till we can all habitual crimes forsake Hate him we love and a new pleasure take To raise our souls to such an holy choice That each thought may of Heav'n make us rejoice 'T is such a total change a self-denial Causes the only penitential trial At which the Angels joy and for our sake Do an high holy-day in Heaven make On Christmas-Day COme oh come let us rejoice and wonder When the King of Kings lays by his thunder And will in gentle language have it said His only Son was in a Manger laid To shew the poor the humble and the proud More glory in that lowness than a crowd Of Princes with their trains did ever bring To celebrate the birth of earthly King Thus homely born we read this heavenly Lad As Ioseph's Son was ever meanly clad Until the purple Robe and thorny Crown Became the Iewish shame and his renown Who would submit to that mock-dignity In highest scorn to his Divinity Who might command all Princes then to meet And lay their crowns and scepters at his Feet Foolish Herod how blind how strange a strife Shewd'st thou to murder the young Lord of Life Unmindful of that new-created Star Which guided those wise Worshippers so far To justifie the Prophecies of old By his Forefathers so precisely told On Good-Friday THe Iews by ancient Prophecies not taught Nor by those miracles Christ daily wrought Nor at his death would they converted be When they did high and mighty wonders see The darkned Sun the Temple Veil quite rent The cloven Rocks nor risen Saints then sent Could e'er persuade those mis-believing men T' avoid those miseries befell them then Yet we more foolish and more blind than they Anew do crucifie him ev'ry day Our high contempts do aggravate our sin 'Cause we believe the glory he is in To us his Resurrection has reveal'd What his Humanity from them conceal'd VVhat yearly tribute should we Christians pay VVhat Sacrifice will best become this Day On which the Lord of Life was then content To dignifie an earthly monument May we rejoice to find our selves set free From all the guilt of past impiety Or must we blush at our own Crimes for shame To see Christ feel the pains due to our blame Both we must do both eyes dissolv'd in tears Must raise our grief must wash away our fears And yet our frighted souls may justly bring Joys mix'd with sorrows for his suffering On Easter-Day LOok look rejoice and wonder see O see The Lord is risen by whose Spirit we Must rise and find our souls more int'rest have In this his Resurrection than his Grave Though we attend at Golgotha there fall With our High-Priest who was Aaronical On this Day let new Vows our Hearts new deck That we may rise with our Melchisedeck Whose Blessing shews that we more int'rest have In this his Resurrection than his Grave On the Lord's Supper on Easter-Day THe Table is prepar'd the King attends His Guests come slowly in yet still he sends Ambassadours abroad to summon all And chide in such as come not at first call Strange Kindness that we dust and ashes are So much his business and so much his care That nothing less than his own Flesh and Blood Shall this day be to us mysterious Food Haste then and put thy wedding garment on This is the Bridegroom's Coronation And thou my soul envited art to be VVash'd from all stains and cloath'd with purity A blessed Feast and highest honour this Each worthy guest to God invited is And ev'ry heart that heretofore was Hell Will now turn Paradise where God will dwell Thus thus we may a prepossession take Of Heav'n and God who only for our sake Came down from Heav'n that he himself might be The guide and way to our felicity On the Fear of Death WHy dost thou shrink my soul what terrour see To cause such high impiety That thus from age to age thou would'st endure Pray'st thou for his for such a Cure As may more time in Vanity mis-spend To what doth this averseness tend That thus thou still enamour'd art Of thy disease and smart Or do'st thou grudge the dirty grave Should thy dead Carcase have This Giant Death which hath so long controll'd The VVorld submits unto the bold His threatning dart nor point nor sharpness hath To men of piety and faith Thou know'st all this my soul yet still dost cry Thou wouldst not die and know'st not why If thou be'st frighted by a Name Then thou art much to blame And poorly weak if terrour-struck By a fantastick look Women and Children teach thee a disdain To fear the passage or the pain The ancient Heathens courted Death to be Remembred by Posterity And shall those Heathens then more Courage show Than thou that dost thy Maker know The misbelieving Christian may Shake at
death prevent To free us from that fatal punishment Let us consider how we surely may The daily Terrours of that Doom allay The first thoughts then that should our hearts possess Our Souls are not depriv'd of happiness Whose lasting Essence must for ever be Immortal living by the same Decree But where the Question is for none can tell Whether he be destin'd to Heaven or Hell Till by the light of Scripture or by Grace We may be certain of the better place For then will death our blessed Souls convey To our immortal Bliss the surest way This is a Lesson for all Men to learn But is decrepid age's chief concern Who ought to watch for their last puff of Breath Which brings true life tho' we do call it Death Which only faithless Men and Children fright But to good Men proves their supream Delight On Nineveh's Repentance IF God an Angel should from Heaven send To bid us fast and pray can we pretend To feast and dance and not our God offend When we his Goodness and his Will withstand By slighting of so gentle a Command Instead of Fire and Sword when Tyrants rage Slew Saints by thousands in the former age Much greater now will our Offences prove When we despise such favour and such love When Piety and Grace so fast decay That as we ought few neither fast nor pray But careless throw our precious time away As if the world were given us to defie Our God and shew we scorned to comply Till he appears in Glory with such power As wiil both Heaven and Earth by fire devour Our wanton wealth and luxuries do look As if our stubborn Nation were forsook By God until our Nineveh repent In sack-cloth and in ashes to prevent Our fatal Doom and his just Punishment Unless our Princes do without delay Teach all the People how to fast and pray We may be all together swept away But this God's love and anger may divide So as to lay his flaming Sword aside And with his glorious Shield and Spear to rise And free us from our subtilest Foes surprize Thus we may convert God's severe Decree To love by our profound humility And find delicious Joy to fast and pray When servent sacred Zeal bears all the sway On Dying daily TO write of Dying and to spend our breath In long discourses of approaching death Is not the daily dying we should learn Nor is such practice of so much concern For we should live in every respect Like-pious Men or we that rule neglect Which is the true superlative degree Of dying daily while we living be To live in Heaven while we on Earth remain Will greater joy and highest honour gain For death by God is unto good Men sent To give eternal life not punishment On the desire of Variety 'T Is strange Man's nature should be so inclin'd To relish nothing that is most refin'd Without variety which we pursue Tho' worse than what we have because 't is new Yet thus we daily seek for more content By vicious ways which proves our punishment When down-right honesty would more prevail For bliss when all our wandring wishes fail Yet Nature will its natural desires Maintain and such variety requires That often turns our present joys to pain And makes our losses greater than our gain On a covetous rich Man IF wealth can hardly pass a needle's eye Men may with joy their poverty supply With hopes to pass who have no weighty packs Of such rich glitt'ring bundles at their backs As over-load their Souls with houshold-stuff When little food and raiment is enough To pass them through this World Such golden streams As brightest shine prove but fantastick dreams Which mock their sleep with some false pleasing sight Of shadows that do vanish with the night Tho' this unto poor me may seem most true 'T will find but little credit with rich you To part with any parcel of your store To cloth the naked and to feed the poor Tho' Christ declares 't is him whom we do feed When we relieve his Children in their need And may with justice rather curse than bless Such wicked men as do his poor oppress On negligent cold Prayers IF thy Devotion be not always alike delightful Examine thy own heart if thy Addresses to God be alike zealous if thy fervency of Spirit be not sometimes slackned and then do not wonder if God gives cold encouragement to cold Petitions he values his great Blessings at a higher price than to part with them to Men that mind not what they ask nor unto whom they pray He gives his bright shining favours only unto flaming hearts that think of God with awful reverence and pray with such angelical adoration in their approaches to the Throne of Mercy as may obtain the secret joy of a divine rapture in Devotion with such Ideas of eternal bliss as will not be purchased at an easier rate than a whole heart offer'd up to God in a daily Sacrifice On a Desire to die IT is a great mistake to think all Men desire to be with God whose afflictions make them desire to die only to be rid of their uneasiness on Earth as if they could flatter God to welcome them to Heaven who never had a thought of going thither until their Joys on Earth forsook them Such Men should consider that God's all-seeing Eye searches the heart and discerns when Men's chief arguments for love to him are his divine Perfections and their gratitude for Benefits received such a flaming Zeal may raise Men's Souls to such inessable Joys on Earth as Men truly pious can only judge of On frequent Meditation AS our Saviour said when he likened Heaven to a Grain of Mustard-feed so may I say of a Grain of divine Meditation if it be sown in a rectified heart it will in a little time grow unto so great a Joy that nothing can reach nearer to Heaven for it will raise the Soul of such a Man thither that sets himself to a constant practice of blowing those divine Sparks into a flaming love of God by frequent Meditations which ought to be the Souls food daily to make them live unto eternity in Heaven and by custom will create fresh Joys every day so fast and delightful as is inessable to be express'd by words nor can any Man's fancy reach those constant pleasures but he that feels and relishes such divine Ecstasies as a spiritualiz'd Soul can rise to On Time mis-spent TIme is the greatest Treasure that we have For use between our Cradle and our Grave Which we still study how to pass away Tho' no Man can its pace one moment stay 'T is strange that Nature should such Joys resist By which we naturally do subsist So often tir'd with idle thoughts in health As if we knew not how to spend such wealth But daily-wish we could to Time add wings Tho' his approach no welcome tiding brings Yet various hopes still in our hearts create