cleanse thee and take thee to himself betroth thee to him for ever and after all will give thee to see his Glory even the same Glory which he had before the World And the Father is willing to all this for he tells thee his Son is his well-beloved Son and bids thee believe him and misdoubt not one syllable And canst thou after all this doubt that the Father is not willing But do not his Angels likewise who are ministring spirits with voice and looks proclaim as much that Heaven is well-pleased with the Son and with his Death and Passion and so with thee in him Do not the Angels admire the mystery of Redeeming Grace that makes them so desirous to peep into it Why did they proclaim his coming into the World and sing for joy that there was good will in Heaven to men on earth or why do they so diligently attend thee by night and day Thou seest them not keep guard about thy Chamber-door and round about the Curtains of thy bed Why do they attend thee from room to room and follow thee down stairs and out of doors if it were not but that thou art some great Princess nearly allied to their Lord and Master Thou dost not see this blame then thine eyes and the infidelity of thy heart shall it be less true because thy base infidelity cannot digest it Thou might doubt God Heaven and every thing else on that score but hast thou not it from his own mouth that the Angels are ministring spirits for the heirs of Glory Come tell me I say tell me quickly I must have an answer Can this and all this be true and Heaven yet not be pleased If God with his Son and Angels be all content that thou shouldst be restored and so exalted to such dignities as to be heir unto the Crown of Heaven if these be pleased who is there in Heaven that can else be displeased What saith my heart what not yet one word Oh how long shall I be troubled and pestered with my unbelief Oh my God strike chide and break this flint reprove this stubborn and unbelieving heart I cannot perswade it that thou lovest me or art willing to love me I urge thy word and my best reason to prove it but I cannot make it yield Oh break I pray thee this Flint or Adamant upon thy downy breast of love strike and one blow of thine will make it fall in pieces and confess at length that thou art well pleased with thy Son and fully satisfied that he should bleed and die for me But let me try thee once again if thou hast lost thine ears and eyes I 'le see if thou hast lost thy feeling too Thou sayst thou canst not believe that God is willing to accept the Son for thee or that thou so vile a wretch canst be accepted of by the Father through the merits of his Death and sufferings Come tell me is not this thy language I know thou darest not to speak so much in words But ah my Heart I find thou hast got a Tongue as well as my Mouth that often mutters and speaks a different language But tell me if thy unbelief hath any ground for it What makes it then that thy self is so free from fears and terrours when thou shouldest believe the Almighty of thy Bodies Death Resurrection and coming to Judgment if thou thoughtest him not thy friend and reconciled to thee in his Son if not methinks thy fears should fright thee and trembling seize on every joynt and yet thou wilt foolishly mutter against thine own feeling Soul Speaks O blessed God! I feel thou hast overcome I yield I yield I have not left a word to speak against thy love thy Son hath offered satisfaction and thou hast accepted it thou hast laid down O my Saviour thy life for mine and thy Father and my Father is well pleased with it Blood is paid Justice is satisfied Heavens doors are widened thine arms opened to receive me nothing is wanting but by heart make it such as thou wilt have it and then take it to thy self Come up my soul thou hast an heart and there is a Christ the Father thou seest is willing and the Son is willing give but thy consent and he is thine for ever Fear not thy hardness blindness deadness loathsomness all these cannot hinder if thou be but willing He hath been in the world to ask the worlds consent already and also thine thou canst not doubt of his good-will speak but the word and he hath thine too What stickest thou at surely thou art a sluggish spirit what dost thou ail Half of this ado would find a heart for a little mire or dirt or something else that is worse and is not Christ better But ah yet I feel a piece of unbelief still working in thy very bowels as if that Jesus that died at Jerusalem were not the Son of God and the Redeemer of the World And is this all O were I certain thou wouldst ne're doubt more how freely should I make satisfaction But Oh! I faint and tire with the trips and stumblings of my unbelief But mount my Soul thou must resolve to tire and put to silence all thy unbelieving bablings or they will thee which if they do never expect an hours peace or quiet more thou must resolve to conquer thy unbelief or to be conquered thou knowest her tyranny too well to let her go away the victoress He was not the Christ thou sayest but tell me why Object His Parentage was too low and mean what the Saviour of the world a Carpenters Son how can it be Answ My unbelief in the first place thou lyest his Mother was a Virgin and her Conception knew no Father but the Almighty power of the overshadowing Holy Ghost he was more truly the Son of God than Joseph's Son And was his birth thinkst thou so mean whose Parentage was so glorious Object His birth but mean and beggarly no sooner born but cradled in a manger and could Heaven suffer this Answ It consists But yet it was as glorious for did not a Star proclaim him born and did not a whole Host of Angels sing and shout it up for joy and did not wise men yea and Kings bring Incense Myrrh and Frankinsense being but as so much tribute unto the new-born King and heir of all things as if by instinct they knew they held their Crowns of him a greater honour than ever any new born Prince hath yet received before him or ever shall or will do after him Methinks my unbelieving heart I could dare to tell thee that room was no stable it was a Palace and did not the cost presents and glorious presence of Kings speak as much Object But his days were spent in poverty meanness and disgrace and can I dare I trust my soul with such a one and take him to be the Son of God Answ And now I wonder at thee it's true what
maketh a closet or solitary wood or field to be kin to the Angelical Chore. The creature were dead if thou wert not its life and ugly if thou wert not its beauty and insignificant if thou wert not its sense The soul is deformed which is without thine Image and lifeless which liveth not in love to thee if love be not its pulse and prayer and praise its constant breath the Mind is unlearned which readeth not thy Name on all the World and seeth not HOLINESS TO THE LORD engraven upon the face of every creature He doteth that doubteth of thy Being or Perfections and he dreameth who doth not live to thee O let me have no other portion no reason no love no life but what is devoted to thee employed on thee and for thee here and shall be perfected in thee the only perfect final object for evermore Upon the holy Altar erected by thy Son and by his hands and his mediation I humbly devote and offer thee THIS HEART O that I could say with greater feeling This flaming loving longing-Heart But the sacred fire which must kindle on my sacrifice must come from thee it will not else ascend unto thee let it consume this dross so the nobler part may know its home All that I can say to commend it to thine acceptance is that I hope it 's wash'd in precious blood that there is something in it that is thine own it still looketh towards thee groaneth to thee followeth after thee and will be content with gold and mirth and honour and such inferiour fooleries no more it lieth at thy doors and will be entertain'd or perish Though alas it loves thee not as it would I boldly say it longs to love thee it loves to love thee it seeks it craves no greater blessedness than perfect endless mutual love it is vowed to thee even to thee alone and will never take up with shadows more but is resolved to lie down in sorrow and despair if thou wilt not be its REST and JOY It hateth it self for loving thee no more accounting no want deformity shame or pain so great and grievous a calamity For thee the Glorious blessed GOD it is that I come to Jesus Christ If he did not reconcile my guilty soul to thee and did not teach it the heavenly art and work of Love by the sweet communications of thy love he could be no Saviour for me Thou art my only ultimate end it is only a guide and way to thee that my anxious soul hath so much studied and none can teach me rightly to know thee to love thee and to live to thee but thy self it must be a Teacher sent from thee that must conduct me to thee I have long-looked round about me in the world to see if there were a more lucid Region from whence thy will and glory might be better seen than that in which my lot is fallen But no Traveller that I can speak with no Book which I have turn'd over no Creature which I can see doth tell me more than Jesus Christ I can find no way so suitable to my soul no medicine so fitted to my misery no bellows so fit to kindle love as faith in Christ the Glass and Messenger of thy love I see no doctrine so divine and heavenly as bearing the image and superscription of God nor any so fully confirmed and delivered by the attestation of thy own Omnipotency nor any which so purely pleads thy cause and calls the Soul from self and vanity and condemns its sin and purifieth it and leadeth it directly unto thee and though my former ignorance disabled me to look back to the Ages past and to see the methods of thy providence and when I look into thy Word disabled me from seeing the beauteous methods of thy Truth thou hast given me a glimpse of clearer light which hath discovered the reasons and methods of grace which I then discerned not and in the midst of my most hideous temptations and perplexed thoughts thou kepst alive the root of faith and kepst alive the love to thee and unto holiness which it had kindled Thou hast mercifully given me the witness in my self not an unreasonable perswasion in my mind but that renewed nature those holy and heavenly desires and delights which sure can come from none but thee And O how much more have I perceived in many of thy servants than in my self thou hast cast my lot among the Souls whom Christ hath healed I have daily conversed with those whom he hath raised from the dead I have seen the power of thy Gospel upon sinners All the love that ever I perceived kindled towards thee and all the true obedience that ever I saw performed to thee hath been effected by the word of Jesus Christ how oft hath his spirit helped me to pray and how often hast thou heard those prayers what pledges hast thou given to my staggering faith in the works which prayer hath procured both for my self and many others And if Confidence in Christ be yet deceit must I not say that thou hast deceived me who I know canst neither be deceived or by any falshood or seduction deceive On thee therefore O my dear Redeemer do I cast and trust this sinful soul with Thee and with thy holy Spirit I renew my Covenant I know no other I have no other I can have no other Saviour but thy self To thee I deliver up this soul which thou hast redeemed not to be advanced to the wealth and honours and pleasures of this world but to be delivered from them and to be healed of sin and brought to God and to be saved from this present evil world which is the portion of the ungodly and unbelievers to be washed in thy Blood and illuminated quickened and confirmed by thy SPIRIT and conducted in the ways of holiness and love and at last to be presented justified and spotless to the Father of spirits and possessed of the glory which thou hast promised O thou that hast prepared so dear a medicine for the cleansing of polluted guilty souls leave not this unworthy soul in its guilt or in its pollution O thou that knowest the Father and his Will and art nearest to him and most beloved of him cause me in my degree to know the Father acquaint me with so much of his will as concerneth my duty or my just encouragement leave not my soul to grope in darkness seeing thou art the Sun and Lord of Light O heal my estranged thoughts of God! is he my light and life and all my hope and must I dwell with him for ever and yet shall I know him no better than thus shall I learn no more that have such a Teacher and shall I get no nearer him while I have a Saviour and a Head so near O give my faith a clearer prospect into that better world and let me not be so much unacquainted with the place in which I
all our praise HYMN V. I. TO whom Lord should I sing but thee The maker of my Tongue Lo other Lords would seize on me But I to thee belong As thou Lord an immortal Soul Hast breathed into me So let my Soul be breathing forth Immortal thanks to thee II. Sing and triumph in boundless grace Which thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my saved Soul Thy Saviour's love to thee Sweet Christ thou hast refresht our Souls With thine abundant grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy face III. Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast To witness God's Eternal Love This is my heavenly Feast This makes me Abba Father cry With confidence of Soul It makes me cry my Lord my God And that without controul IV. Thou art all power thou art all love And so thou art to me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity HYMN VI. I. LORD give me a believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke those doubts and scruples that Are crowding at my door Lord let thy Word and Spirit guide Thy Servant in thy way May I walk closely with my God And run no more astray III. All they that sit down with thee must Be decked with thy Grace Thou smil'st on such Communicants And they behold thy face Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence The guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence III. Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And how before his face IV. Let not my Jesus now be strange And hide himself from me O cause thy face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee HYMN VII I. WE to our heavenly Father give The tribute praise we owe Who by his purifying Grace Prepares us here below Lo here 's the most amazing proof Of great and matchless Love Not that our Early love to God Did his prevent and move II. His motives all to pity us From his own bowels flow Thence came the richest gift of Heav'n To Guilty Men below That to his glorious grace all praise Might be intirely paid Who that he might forgive our sins Christ's Blood our Ransom made III. Let then this glorious gift of God Yet more our Souls refine That his pure Image may in us With greater glory shine Draw us dear Lord and towards thee We with swift wings will move Thou Object of our highest hopes And of our dearest Love IV. Thanksgiving is an heav'nly work It 's all in Heav'n they do To thank and praise the Lord most high On Earth is sweet work too O! blessed are the Saints above How active is your state You ever bless the Lord our God Not at our broken rate VI. But O! how weak are crawling Worms How short our Sabbath-days We die more hours by far in sleep Than we do live in praise O glorious God! accept our wills And weaknesses forgive We wish our Souls were like the Saints Unlike them as we live V. But O my God! reach down thy hand And take us up to thee That we about thy Throne may stand And all thy Glory see All glory to the sacred Three One Everlasting Lord As at the first still may he be Belov'd obey'd ador'd HYMN VIII I. COme let 's adore the King of Love The King of suff'rings too For love it was that brought him down And set him here below Love drew him from his Paradice Where Flowers that fade not grow And planted him in our poor dust Among us Weeds below II. O narrow thoughts and narrow speech Here your defects confess The life of God the death of Christ How faintly you express O thou who from a Virgin root Made'st this fair Flower to spring Help us to raise both heart and voice And with more spirit sing III. To Father Son and Holy Ghost One undivided Three All highest praise all humblest thanks Now and for ever be HYMN IX To the Tune of the 100 Psalm I. TUne now your selves my heart strings high Let us aloft our voices raise That our loud song may reach the Sky And there present to thee our praise To thee blest Jesus who came'st down From those bright Spheres of Joy above To purchase us a dear bought Crown And woe our Souls t'espouse thy Love Long had the World in darkness sat Till thou with thy all-glorious light Began to dawn from Heav'ns fair Gate And with thy beam dispell'd their night We too alas still here had stood As common slaves in this same shade But Jesus came and with his Blood Our general Ransom freely paid And now my Lord my God my All What shall I most in thee admire That pow'r which made the world shall The world again dissolve with Fire Oh no! thy strange humility Thy wounds thy pains thy Cross thy death These shall alone my wonder be My health my joy my staff my breath To thee great God to thee alone Three Persons in One Deity As former Ages still have done All Glory now and ever be HYMN X. I. THE Mighty Jesus fill'd with love Did these dark Regions leave The heav'nly Hosts all wandring stood King Jesus to receive The great Jehovah sets a Throne Installs our glorious King Both Heav'n and Earth must him adore And loud Hosannah's sing II. There sits the King of Peace and Love A Saviour is his name Mercy his Nature and delight And ever so the same Come all that fear come all that want And speedy succour find He n're denies a praying Soul He is soo good and kind III. Behold and wonder at his Love We are his daily care His ear his heart is always fixt To hear and answer prayer Be not afraid to bring your Suit Come with a chearful heart Weak crys mixt prayers cannot bar A grant to his own part IV. Satan it 's true presents his Plea And Justice brings its claim But all are silent when he pleads His Blood his Love his Name Let holy Souls then daily go To Jesus on his Throne And love that all-prevailing Friend Who says we are his own HYMN XI As the 67th Psalm I. O This ungrateful World To kill so kind a Friend That made the Lord of Glory die What might this act portend But wonder holy Souls God's thoughts all thoughts transcend Christ murder'd by a Rebel World And yet he is our Friend II. It 's true Christ left the Earth But is enthron'd above Not to revenge this cruel act But lives and reigns in love II. Sweet is his work on high Peace is the charming voice Let but a Soul embrace his Call The heav'nly Host rejoyce Behold he stands and calls Come Sinners come to me My Love my Kingdom shall be yours To all Eternity III. Believe my faithful Word All my designs are