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Divine contentment, or, A medicine for a discontented man and a confession of faith, and other poems upon several subjects / by Edward Manlove ...
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Manlove, Edward, fl. 1667.
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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 â—â—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 â—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 shoâ—â— 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 â—gainst the Scriptures yet believe and fear Do prove them plainly
careful be In all we do to act Religiously Of the Church ALL God's Elect that Heaven shall inherit And be by Faith pertakers of Christ's merit All those the univeâ—sal Church we call They are Christ's flock and he the head of all Out of all Nations is this flock selected Clens'd by Christs Blood and by himself accepted And the whole number of th'elected ones That have been are or shall be he will own The Church of Christ which visible we call And under the Gospel is Catholicall Consists of them and theirs that do profess The true Religion and true Holiness Out of this way can no sure expectation Be had by any of their souls salvation Unto the Church Christ gave the Ministry Which by his spirit works effectually For gathering and for making perfect his That are elected to eternal bliss And of this Church Christ Jesus is the head And by his spirit are his people lead The Pope of Rome cannot in any sence Be Head thereof you may collect from hence That he 's the Anti-Christ and man of sin That doth oppose Christs holy Church and him Of the Communion of Saints ALL Saints to Jesus Christ their head are knit By 's spirit and faith and have a fellowship With him in 's sufferings death and in his graces His Resurrection and in happy cases Are all such Saints and Heaven shall inherit And eke pettake of Christ and all his merits So all such Saints to one another knit In love begets a holy fellowship They have Communion in each others graces Share in their Prayers and in their hearts have places And are oblig'd such duties to perform Publick and private as may them concern And to their mutual good conducing be Both to the outward man and inwardly This fellowship which Saints with Christ injoy In no respect gives them equality With him none of his Saints or servants can Compare as he is either God or man Nor Saints Communion never can destroy In Goods or Lands their sole propriety Of Baptisme BAptisme is a Holy Sacrament Which doth to us most lively represent The powerful washing of the blood and spirit Of Christ that did for all beleivers merit Into the Church they have initiation And signes and seales of their regeneration Pardon of sins is eke confirm'd to them And into Christ they are ingrafted then They sin that do this Ordinance neglect Salvation yet to it 's not so anext But that without it infants may be saved And some into Perdition go that have it Of the Lords Supper THis ordinance unto the soul is sweet Where there is faith and where the Heart 's upright What empty poor and barren things are then The Sacraments to unbeleiving men Get faith Repent draw neer to God and pray Use ordinances in a Holy way T is great dishonour to the God of might When men his holy Ordinances sleight O then call in for all the stock of grace Stir up affections in this weighty case First get your sins slain by the edged sword Of Gods good spirit in the Holy Word Excite your faith Repentance exercise Forsake all sins and buy the Pearl of prise Faith is the Captain and the Master-grace Faith his our souls our Saviour to embrace Faith is a Jewel faith doth justifie Bâ— faith on Christ poor sinners do rely Faith gives us interest in his benefits Faith weary souls for Grace and mercy fits Faith gives us interest in Christ's blood and merit Faith makes Christ ours both in his grace spirit Faith makes the soul his Saviour apprehend The grace of faith our souls to Christ commend By faith we do our Saviours body eate By faith Christs body we receave for meat By faith we drink our blessed Saviours blood Our Saviours Body is his servants food The matter of the Sacrament indeed Is Christ himself whereon we chiefly feed By him we nourish'd are our sins are kil'd By Christs warm blood our souls with Grace are fil'd O sin-sick soul canst thou more dainties wish Then to be nourish'd by this Princely Dish Hath Christ provided sinners such a Feast By which their graces are so much increast O then praise God flie evill follow good Thy filthy sins have shed thy Saviours blood All wicked persons and impenitent Pertake not of this blessed Sacrament For graceless persons by the same grow worse Instead of blessings they obtain a curse Grace in the Sacrament is never bred But grace by it 's Increas'd and nourished They that come graceless thither gâ—aceless may Return from thence and go much worse away The State of Man after Death and of the Resurrection of the Dead WHen men are dead their mortal bodies must Both see corruption and return to dust And then their souls which shall immortal be Return unto the Lord immediately The souls of Saints that lived righteously Are then receav'd into the Heavens high Where they behold Gods face in glorious light Ath ' day of Judgement souls and bodies meet The souls of wicked men are sent to Hell Where they in pain and utter darkness dwell And are reserv'd unto the judgement day Then to receive their dreadful doom for aye Two places only God for souls created When souls and bodies should be seperated At 'h day of Judgement such as lite enjoy Shall all be changed but they shall not die And all the dead that day shall raised be With the same bodies not such qualities And to their souls united be again Some doom'd to bliss some to eternal pain Of the last Judgement GOd hath appointed Jesus Christ his Son To judge the World and to pronounce the doom Of wicked Angels and all earthly men Who shall appear and shall be judged then By Jesus Christ who shall in glory sit Condemn the wicked and the Godly quit This day of Judgement it shall surely come God knowes the time and none but he alone O Watch and Pray then night and day God's Lawes obey that Christ may say Thou hast done faithfully Thou hast well done O therefore come And enter into Joy POEMS Against POPERY COMPOSED By Edward Manlove of Ashborn in the County of Derby Esquier LONDON Printed for Richard Mills at the Pestel and Mortar without Temple Barr. 1667. To the READER PEruse these Poems drest in mean attire Love truth hate error heartily desire To follow Peace and worship God aright Observe the Scriptures Romish errors sleight The Roman Church did Christ her Spouse forsake And to her Idols did her self betake She is unclean defil'd with spots and staines Unsound corrupt but yet a Church remains Therefore beware of utter detestation Of all her doctrine all 's not Innovation Truth 's fundamental which themselves descrie By their bright lustre do not thou deny But them imbrace and shun what is unsound Coyne currant is that 's in a channel found Refuse the Chaff do not the Wheat reject Hate Heresie but wholsome Truths respect They hold three persons in the Trinity We hold the same