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truth_n	believe_v	church_n	receive_v	2,324	5	5.2482	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51785	Divine contentment, or, A medicine for a discontented man and a confession of faith, and other poems upon several subjects / by Edward Manlove ...	Manlove, Edward, fl. 1667.	1667 (1667)	Wing M452; ESTC R31166	37,704	118

By fained horrors with the trembling heart Which is perplexed with most grievous pain And restless anguish doth therein remain And brings the Patient into such a rage That he his present horrour to asswage Would rather die then live and choose to dwell With Hellish Furies in the Pit of Hell Such are the terrours of a troubled mind Bruised and wounded in this woful kind As may appear both by the desperate cry Of Cain and Iudas damn'd eternally As also by the mournful sad complaints Of Iob and David and such glorious Saints These flames of horrour how shall we endure What Balsome can a wounded Conscience cure In friends not Physick nothing's to be found The Blood of Christ An admonition to the unconverted can only cure this wound Ye unconverted be perswaded then To turn to God for unconverted men Though they awhile in pleasant places dwell They 'l be transplanted in the Pit of Hell Then t is too late Repentance then is past Redeem the time whilst thy short life doth last Forsake not mercy but thy sins forsake God freely offers Christ his offer take If thou refuse how wilt thou then avoid The wrath of God which wicked men abide Art sick and senceless dost thou feel no smart Thou hast the symptom of a stony heart When Conscience stings and sins in Battail ray Do set themselves then in the evil day What wilt thou do those Lions then will tear Thy trembling heart and thee confound with feare Then subtil Satan he will play his part And shoot tentations at thy fainting heart He was thy Master thou dist him obey Thou didst walk with him in the damned way Now in thy sickness thou wouldst him forsake But now the Devil doth advantage take And doth indite thee for thy evil acts And now thy Conscience proves thy filthy facts Thou tookst ful draught of carnal peace and pleasure Thou dist carrouse tipple in great measure Thou didst God's faithful Ministers despise And with thy tongue by slanders scoffs and lyes Didst much abuse them and with great despight Didst labour much to quench the ●●ving light Thou didst thy will and power and purse imploy God's faithful Saints and servants to destroy Such crying sins as these and many more Stand on the unconverted sinners score Ye that are washed from the filth of sin An admonition to the Converted Free'd from that damned state your souls were in Flie sinful Lusts defile your souls no more By such Rebellion as you did before Sin is most hateful in the sight of God And doth procure his smart correcting rodd God loves all creatures that he ever made But hateth sin with everlasting hate Sin wounds the soul brings men to misery Sin was the cause that God's dear Son did die Sin Satan made sin sunk him into hell Sin sunk the Pit where all the damned dwell Sin God offends sin is the greatest evil Sin damns the soul sin is the rankest Devil Object Is sin so ugly why doth most delight In sinful waies why doth not sin affright Them from pursuing of their Carnal pleasures And make them strive to get eternal treasures Answer Now Satan puts on sin in such a case A seeming fairness on a hellish face He paints this Harlott in a handsome dress And souls to sin draws by deceitfulness Were this deformed Hagg without false hair And painted face she could not scules insnare The grisly face of sin would men affright But by false colours it seems fair and bright Thus Satan covers sins deformity And makes it pleasant to the sinners eye Though of it self it 's filthy foul and naught Compar'd to meat thrust out into the draught All other filth the body doth defile but sin's contagious and the soul doth soyle It 's most infectious like a Leprosie Infects the walls the cloathes Posterity The sin of Adam to his seed remains Till Christ's warm Blood doth wash away the staines The misery of Man not Reconciled to God in Christ O Wretched man where shall my Muse begin To state the case that thy poor soul is in Who art condemned to eternal death Adjudg'd to Hell before thou drawest breath Thy Father Adam was by God created In innocence in Paradise was placed That he and his Posterity might have ●mmortal life and conquer Hell and Grave To him all earthly Creatures were made free For meat and use excepted was one tree That was forbidden under pain of Hell He ate thereof and so thy Father fell Pride puff'd him up he did beleive the Devil He tasted of the Tree of Good and Evil By this foul fall eternal misery Intailed was on his Posterity And made them subject to sore punishment Whilst they like thee remain impenitent Finis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 A DIVINE POEM OR A Confession of FAITH Composed in Meeter By E. Manlove Esq Of the Scriptures and Argments to prove them the Word of God BY God's good word the way unto salvation Is truly taught by holy Inspiration O then beleive it and the same obey Give no such credit to Appocrypha Nor to traditions of the Romish See All saving truths in Scripture written be And are recorded for Divinity By truth it self the holy Trinity Depending not upon the testimony Of any Church the Pope of Rome or any But God the Author our most blessed Lord Receive them therefore as his Holy word But we by witness of the Church may deem The Scripture worthy of a high esteem O prize it highly 't is a pretious thing Sweet tidings of Salvation it doth bring The stile and doctrine challenge reverence The efficacy gives great evidence Of Gods known will it makes a full discovery And shewes the way for sinful man's recovery Though mortal man of Scripture was the writer Yet God's good spirit was the sole Inditer Some Secretaries God did set apart Who spoke and wrote but he inspir'd the heart These Writers did for Holiness surpass All Popes and Doctors of the Romish Mass And by their works such depth of wisdome sho●● As learned men could not attain unto Yet never trained up in Learned Schooles With them compar'd Phylosophers are fooles The Prophet Amos he did far surpass Some learned Rabbies yet a Heardsman was And Peter Iames and Iohn but fishermen Admired by the Elders of Jerusalem Amongst the writers ther 's a sweet concord Which proves the Scripture is the Holy Word None disagree at which we may admire For God himself the Penmen did inspire They wrote such things as never wit could hatch No History this History doth match And what they wrote was full of Majesty Profoundness Wisdome and Authority Commanding Credit to be had to them Denouncing threats against all wicked men The end and scope of all the Scriptures be For God's great glory and mans felicity The writers antient for Antiquity Aoses more antient then the Heathens be The deadly hatred that the Divels beare ●gainst the Scriptures yet believe and fear Do prove them plainly