in Oblivion and the Voice of True Peace and Joy be heard again in our Land Lord let us have that Religion which may make us happy in Heaven and that True Peace which may give Time and Leave to Enjoy that Religion And to that end let Power be Establish'd upon Righteousness and Employ'd for the Preservation of thy Church and People and then maintain that Power and them O Thou by whom Kings Reign who hast promised to make them Nursing Fathers to thy Church Grant us these Blessings to the Glory of thy Name the Quiet of our Lives and the Saving of our Souls Even for thy dear Son our Saviour's Sake Amen A Prayer for Mercy to the Nation O Lord we are a Nation not to be beloved a Nation ready to be ruined for our Iniquities and for our Sins thou may'st justly destroy us both Prince and People But spare us good Lord spare us for thy Mercy sake Let the Blood of Jesus Expiate all our Guilts and the Spirit of Jesus amend our Misdoings O thou who wouldst not have one Sinner Dye suffer not Millions of poor Souls to perish Be reconciled to us in a Meditators Blood and be the Reconciler of us in a firm and blessed Peace God of Pity and Peace be at Peace with us and make it for us Even that Peace which none can take from us do thou make us Partakers of O thou holy One of God who camest into the World to take away the Sins of it O thou Prince of Peace pity a poor Church and Nation ready to Perish Pity that Church that hath so long maintain'd thy Truth and Worship in the Nation Pity them who are ready to perish for seeking to maintain thy holy Truth and Worship in thy Church And do thou from Heaven Preserve It and Us and Them O thou that hast the Power of Heaven and Earth in thy hand who stillest the raging of the Sea when the Waves thereof roar and lift up themselves make bare thy holy Arm for our Deliverance O God make haste to help us for we are brought very low stir up thy strength and come and save us and make no long tarying O our God but deliver us for thy Mercy sake Amen A Prayer for those that are in great Distress and Danger O God of Power and Pity who hast promis'd to regard the Prayer of the destitute and not to despise their Cry Look down O Lord from thy Sanctuary from the Heavens do thou behold the Earth to hear the groaning of the Prisoners and to loose those that are in danger of Death Rescue them from the rage of Violence and shew thy self Merciful to them in this time of their distress O thou Preserver of Men And grant them all Graces and Mercies needful for the saving of their Souls And let them glorifie thee both in Life and Death and do thou glorifie them with Life Eternal through the Merits and Righteousness of Jesus Christ our Lord. In whose blessed Name I further beg for Mercy for all that suffer in these Times of Trouble Chiefly for those that are Destitute for the Widows and the Fatherless Let thy Mercy be extended to them in the daily supplying of their several Wants and Necessities Take them into thy peculiar Care O thou Father of the Fatherless and Judge of the Widow And be thou their Comfort Help and Succour for Jesus Christ his sake Amen A Collect for Grace O God I can ask no greater Gift than thy Glory and therefore beg no better Gift than thy Grace yea even this perfect is nothing else but that Nor can I come at it but by the way of Grace I do therefore for Jesus Christ his sake beseech thee bestow on me this blessed Gift Grace to do thee Service on Earth that thou may'st give me thy Salvation in Heaven through the Merits of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Collect for Peace O God my poor Soul is an humble Suitor for Peace the Blood of Jesus is my Plea thy Spirit my Advocate I deserve by my Sins Eternal Enmity but for thy dear Sons sake have Favour for me By whom the World is Attoned O let me be Reconciled to thee I know not how to pray this as I ought but thy Spirit can make Effectual Intercession for me Lord let thy Spirit move and thy Son make my Peace Subdue my Lusts Conquer Satan for me that my Conscience may have Peace with thee and I in it by thy Grace through the Mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Collect for Health O Lord when I am Sick let me think I may Die when I am in Health that I may be Sick that I may not mis-spend the stock of my Life but do thee Honour with my Health and thou mayst give me Comfort for it in my Sickness Even this that Sin hath not bound me to my Bed but thy Providence hath cast me down which can and will lift me up or to Health in this World or to Happiness in a better Such an Enjoyment of Health give me I beseech Thee for Iesus Christ his sake Amen A Collect for Safety O Lord so many days as I live so many Lives I owe Thee Thou renewest my Lease every day A poor Tenant at thy Will I am and a frail Cottage of Clay by thy Power I keep Lord thou hast hitherto spar'd me still preserve me and let me pay as I can what I owe of Service the only Rent thou requiest for Tenement and Appurtenances Life Health Wealth and all the good things I have of thee for which thou both grantest Term of Life and givest Eternity This to that continue I beseech thee for his sake who was Surety and is sole Purchaser for me Iesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Collect for Friends O Lord graciously accept my Prayers for all my Kindred and Friends Do thou good unto them all O God To those that Err shew thy Truth and those that see it keep from Error To those that do amiss give Grace to do better and those that do well continue in so doing To those that are Afflicted give Comfort and Deliverance to those that Prosper Humility and Temperance Bless the Sick with Health and the Healthy from Sickness Supply those that want and let those that want not give Supply To all grant thy Grace O God and shew thy Mercy Let Love bind us one to another and Religion knit us all to Thee that all who are of Natural Kindred may meet in Heavenly Consanguinity Even so Lord let the Blood of Jesus run through all the Veins and the Spirit of Jesus go along with the Blood that the Glory of Jesus may be the End of us all And that hower we suffer and scatter on Earth we may Live and Joy together in the Bliss and Felicity of Heaven by the Union of that holy Spirit and Communion of that blessed Blood Amen and Amen A Collect for the Catholick Church O God of Peace send Unity
House of his Precious Things the Silver and the Gold and the Spices and the Precious Ointment and all the House of his Armour and all that was found in his Treasure But this thing was displeasing to the Lord who saw Hezekiah had his heart lifted up thereby and therefore he sends the Prophet Isaiah to him with this heavy Message Behold the days come that all that is in thine House and that which thy Fathers have laid up in store until this day shall be carried to Babylon nothing shall be left saith the Lord And of thy Sons that shall Issue from thee which thou shalt beget shall they take away and they shall be Eunuchs in the Palace of the King of Babylon Wou'd we know now how Hezekiah took this doleful Message Why instead of fretting against God or going about to excuse himself he resigns himself up to the good pleasure of God saying to the Prophet Isaiah Good is the Word of the Lord which thou hast spoken For there shall be Peace and Truth in my Days THE Fourth and last Instance I shall mention shall be that Illustrious One of our Blessed Saviour Who being under a sense of Divine Wrath in that bitter Agony and Bloody Sweat which he underwent for our Sins in the Garden and which none but himself could have born for it would have crush'd all Mankind into Nothing and all the Angels too to have lain under it he prayed to his Father saying If it be possible let this Cup Pass from me nevertheless not as I will but as Thou wilt Matth. xxvi 39. And in the 42d vers he went away again praying the second time and said O my Father if this Cup may not pass away except I drink it Thy Will be done And in vers 44. He prayed again the third time saying the same words THIS is indeed the greatest Instance of Resignation to the Divine Will that can be given And after such an Instance sure none can deny that it is a Christians Duty Nor is it more our Duty than it is our Priviledge For when our Wills are thus resigned to the Will of God there is no cross Accident that can surprize us nor no Affliction trouble us because we have given our selves up to his Disposal who best knows how to order all things for us and are secur'd in so doing that all things shall work together for our good THIS Resignation of Soul to the Will of God consists principally in an absolute Acquiescence to the Divine Pleasure in every State and Condition of Life whereby we are willing that God should chuse that Condition which he sees best for us whether it be Sickness or Health Life or Death Poverty or Riches Honour or Disgrace And this without Murmuring or Repining or Thinking we are not well dealt with or that we cou'd have provided better for our selves but on the contrary we ought to think our present Condition the best for us be it what it will because it is the Result of Divine Providence and this requires or supposes in us a stedfast belief of God's Governing the World and ordering all Affairs in it according to the Counsel of his own Will And he that by a stedfast Faith in God believing him to be the most Wise most Powerful most Just most Merciful and Beneficent Being has resign'd himself up to his Disposal is prepar'd for all Events and tho' he may lose Crowns Kingdoms Riches Honours Friends Relations and all things else which are look'd upon as outward Blessings yet he can never lose that inward Peace of Conscience and Satisfaction of Mind which the World can neither give nor take away The Soul's Expostulation CONSIDER O my Soul if thy Resignation to the Divine Will be so absolute a Duty what progress thou hast made therein and whether thou hast so given up thy self to the Will of God to be absolutely at his Disposal That thou art so is indeed unquestionable and so are the Devils too for notwithstanding all their Rage and all their Malice they cannot break those Chains of Darkness wherein they are bound to the Judgment of the great Day But they have not resign'd their Wills unto his but on the contrary do whatever they can to oppose it tho in Vain But O my Soul is thy being at the Disposal of Divine Providence the effect of thy Choice as well as of God's Power If it be so 't is what it ought to be But then what means this bleating of the Sheep and lowing of the Oxen as Samuel said to Saul in another case What means all this murmuring and repining at thy present Condition What means that hankering after those Honours Riches and Pleasures that thou Enjoyedst heretofore And thy present Uneasiness under the want of them Do'st thou believe that thy present Circumstances are the Result of the Divine Providence and what God thinks best for thee Then let thy Mouth be stopt for ever For nothing can be more unreasonable than to complain How preposterous is it O my Soul to pray to God Thy Will be done and yet when it is done to murmur This seems strongly to insinuate that thou art no further willing God's Will should be done than as it suits with thine which is the Reverse of what thou hast pray'd for Therefore O my Soul either leave off Praying Thy Will be done or cease to let thy Practice thus contradict thy Prayers Remember O my Soul that it is the foolishness of Man that perverteth his way and makes his heart to fret against the Lord. And take heed lest thy repining makes thee appear to be such a one Is it not far better to give up thy self to his Conduct by an intire Resignation of thy Will to his who better knows how to order thy Affairs than thou thy self do'st So may the bitter Draught of Affliction be made a wholesome Potion to thee whereby thou may'st Experience the Truth of Sampson's Riddle Out of the Eater comes forth Meat and out of the Strong comes forth Sweetness A PRAYER O Almighty and Eternal God who workest all things according to the Counsel of thy own blessed Will and whose Will is the Rule of all Righteousness Look down in Mercy upon a poor and worthless Sinner before thee whose heart was lifted up and forgot God in the time of my Prosperity and therefore thou hast justly depriv'd me of those Mercies which I did not Improve to thy Praise And since I would not serve thee in the fulness of all things it is but just I shou'd serve thee in the want of them And yet such is the Vainty and Deceitfulness of my heart that I am now apt to repine against thy Providence and fret against thee for what thou hast done instead of Kissing thy Rod and Submitting to thy Fatherly Chastisements O therefore be thou pleased to subdue this Rebellious heart of mine and by an intire Resignation of my Soul to thy Soveraign Disposal cause me to rest
Living God yea even for the Dying God! When shall I come and appear in the Presence of God God Dying once yet Living ever When shall I come before the Dying-Living God I long for the Chariot that will bring me to Thee and will Kiss it tho' it be a Cross. I long for the Inn which will lodge me near Thee and will Embrace it tho' it be a Grave I long for the Bed which will raise me to Thee and will climb to it tho' it be a Gibbet O Cup of Salvation I will not refuse thee Tho' full even to the Martyrs Measure of Blood If from him thou shalt be drank and yet deem'd nothing to thy Saviour's Blood I long to be in thy Courts where thou art present in Spirit To be in thy holy Temple which is thy Chamber at the Altar and Table which is the Chair of thy Presence yea where in high and ineffable Mystery I find a Presence of thy Body and keep both a Commemoration and Communion of it and thy Blood But as I have my Longings so I have my Loathings I Loath the Life in which I cannot see Thee At best an Exile at worst a Trouble to thee I Loath my self for casting away Love on so base and unworthy a Life where I do either Crucifie Thee with my Sins or Wound Thee with my Miseries Where I renew Thy Passion by my Guilts or thine Agony by my Conflicts I Loath my self for Loving Thee no more who hast lov'd me so much I likewise Loath my self for Loving Sin so much which has been so great an Enemy to my dearest Lord. But then I have also my Joys I Ioy in thy Cross not in thy Grief O Christ. For can I see thy Sacred Body all gore and my heart not bleed The Spear be in thy Heart and no Sword at mine I will not I cannot endure it O my dearest Lord No! I Joy in the Root thine Infinite Mercy O God And in the Fruit the Perfect Redemption of Man It is finished Yes Blessed be the Blood that was the Price and blessed be the Body that laid out that Blood The Satisfaction is full Salvation is sure Sin is nail'd Hell foil'd Satan chain'd The World baffl'd The Flesh wounded Death slain The Grave buried Every Adversary's Power is conquered by Christ Triumphant in the Chariot of his Cross over all All is finished THERE are some very lavish in their Praises of the Wood of the Cross But it was the Blood of the Cross by which Redemption is Purchased And what Good doth not grow from and upon that Pulpit of Repentance Pillar of Faith Anchor of Hope Magazine of Charity Armory of Mortification School of Patience Mirror of Obedience Rock of Constancy Shop of Humility the whole Duty of a Christian. O blessed Root of God's Mercy that bringest forth the happy Fruit of Mans Grace and Glory O Tree of Death more blessed than the Tree of Life that hast such a Root and such Fruit Thus are my Joys Triumphant in thy Cross. But I Grieve to see Thee Crucify'd again O Christ and my Soul is Crucify'd for having a hand in thy Cross Wo to the World for offences which make Thee bleed afresh and bring Thee to thy Cross again Wo is me that see Thee daily Crucify'd betwixt Hereticks and Schismaticks Thieves of thy Truth between Hypocrites and Profligates Thieves of thy Grace amidst Men of Intemperate Heats and Cools in Religion Thieves of thy Honour I Grieve to see Thee Crucify'd in vain So much of the World lost when all was paid for A Price sufficient to have ransom'd not a World only but a Hell-full of Devils Effectual only to a handful of Men. Yea even within thy Holy Pale which should preserve thy Blood to a drop wo is me how is it spilt to a stream Whilst so many make void by their Sins the healing vertue of thy precious Blood By Unbelief how many Millions are lost out of the Church And by Mis-belief how many Thousands in it And by Miscarriage of Life how many Thousands of Millions both in and out My heart bleeds to see thy Creed without Faith thy Decalogue without Obedience thy Prayer without Use thy Sacraments without Reverence Nay to see it made Faith Conscience Devotion Zeal to have no respect to Sacrament Prayer Decalogue or Creed And Lord what Tears even of Blood are sufficient to bewail it O my dear Lord Can my Eyes see thee thus Crucify'd again Twice and in vain Once and my heart not grieve And yet tho' I grieve I am not without Hope And I hope in Thee and the Blood of thy Cross alone I hope for Pardon because I read it Seal'd in thy Blood I hope for Salvation because I find it Purchased under that Seal Wilt thou not make good thy Seal Wilt thou not prefer thy Purchase Nor Sin nor Devil then shall Damn me O Christ he shall not steal thy Purchase nor make void thy Seal Thy Blood is my Plea against both In it I see my Pardon and Salvation Written nor care I so thou be my Advocate for Saint or Angel to set to their Hands I hope in Thee for my Salvation AND so I do for my Mothers too the Spouse bought with thy Blood and Lov'd as thy Body O Lord thou art her Saviour and shall she want thy Salvation O let her not want thy Bowels for whom thou gavest thy Blood Behold her Miseries and forgive her Sins Till thy Blood hath no Vertue she is not without hope And I know O Lord that the Streams of thy Blood are not yet drain'd and that the Sea of thy Mercy still flows as fresh and free as ever And therefore will I hope still But I fear too I dread Temptation Thy Cross was made of Adams Tree I fear because he fell I Dread Desertion I want both David's Grace and Solomon's Wisdom and yet tho' I had both I shou'd fall if thou forsak'st me On the Cross thy Disciples left thee but let me never leave thee I dread Apostacy O keep me from that Sin from which even thy Blood thy Cross cannot or will not save me But then I fear my self for all this As my Sins nail'd thee to thy Cross so my Corruption rivets me in my Sins The heart is deceitful above all things and mine is desperately wicked and full of divers Lusts and Abominations And therefore from a Tempest of Temptation from the Gulph of Spiritual Desertion from the Precipice of Apostacy and from my self above all by the Vertue of thy Cross deliver me O Lord. O Christ my Spirit is Incens'd and I am full of Indignation for the Affronts and Injuries done unto thee To see thy Blood spilt or scorn'd to see thy Passion forgot or abus'd Thy Love without Memory or Value thy Pains without Belief or Remorse Who can endure O blessed Jesus to see thy Cross made the Devils Standard And thy Wounds the only shelter for Sinners turn ' d into