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Immanuel, or, The mistery of God, manifested in the flesh sung in the severall cantoes of Urania, Astræa, Melpomene / by Will. Wishartt ...
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Wishartt, William.
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Wing W3128; ESTC R11964
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been Gods sonne no lesse For who did ever see so firm and strong Expressions of Deitie ev'n among Infirmities and weaknesse saddest strains As now burst forth in Naturesbubling vains By this just Joseph Arimathea's Lord Hath beg'd of Pilat by submissive word That he Christs body might have pow'r to take Down from the Crosse and in his grave to make Him rest who rest and peace had promised Unto all such as sought to him for ayde Pilat yeelds to it Joseph's quickly gone Through Salems streets and rich stor'd shops each one And of pure balm and myrhs elixar'd Nard A hundred weight he buyes and afterward Embalmes my Saviours body and doth binde It in a Tyrian lawn more dainty fin'd Than that which Venus putteth on the eyes Of Cupid to obscure his leacheries Then in his Garden corner with all haste In his new-digged tombe he hath it plac'd And that the body there might rest secure He puts a stone upon the Sepulture ' Mongst many passions of the soule by which Man doth his guilty minde surcharge too much Whil'st he doth wander in that desert where Nothing is reap'd in end but griefe and care That pultrone Feare for most part leads the ring Where Cruelty hath harp'd on Envies string For nothing can secure that sordid mind Where wrath and malice are in one combin'd Hence doth the High Priest and his rascall-train To Pilats hall return yet once again And under colour of a wise prevention Belch out the vomit of their foul intention This fellow say they while he liv'd did say Pull down this Temple and on the third day I will re-build it Lest therefore by night Some steal him from his grave and so affright The world with frantick tales of 's resurrection Let us walk wisely and ' gainst this infection Prepare an an tidote for by such toyes The weaker may be led to great annoyes Goe goe saith Pilus doe what ere you list Hath not his blood yet satisfi'd your thirst 'T is strange to see that death cannot put end Unto that wrath which doth on rage depend The very beasts that live by cruell pray Drink blood eat flesh but cast the bones away But ay me poor faint-hearted Muse how long Wilt thou sigh forth his obsequies whose wrong Though all the Main were turn'd to teares and ink Could not suffice to write them on her brink Weep therefore weep a space and weeping look Not like a runnall or a bubling brook Whose proudest swellings we no sooner spy But straight they are exhaust their channell 's dry But like the Ocean whose unfathom'd deep Sends forth those restlesse streames which never sleep For here thou hast the deepest deep distresse That ever heart could think or tongue expresse The sonne of God heav'ns master-peece the bright Transplendent glory of th' Almighties light Th' eternall Word which was e're time began In time for man made man nay not a man A worm a wretch a servant nay a slave To calumny contempt to crosse to grave Yet peace my Muse and let not griefe exile Thee from due comfort let a blushing smile Comfort thee rather for those wounds which stands Imprinted in his heart his feet his hands Make him although despised and disdain'd To carnall eyes where sinne and shame 's maintain'd A pretious Victime off red up for thee To whom of due belong'd the cursed tree Yea he is that great star of Jacob who Makes Japhet unto Shem's sweet tents to go And bids the world write anthems of Rejoyces Because his grave makes ours a bed of Roses Where though he for a season rest and sleep Yet shall not earth him in her armes long keep But as the Sonne of God he thence shall rise And lead Captiv'ty captive through the skies And thence ascending to his glorious throne Shall be our all in all and all in One For notwithstanding all that stamp and stirre Whereby his grave is sealed and made sure Up up again he shall Gods holy one Can in the grave take no corruption But by his Resurrection makes our faith Triumph the more ore sinne ore hell and death The former times prefigur'd have this truth Did he not save one from the Lions mouth Was not another thrown amidst the Sea And after three dayes set at libertie Yea were not three at one thrown in the fire As vassals of a Tyrants proud desire Yet by his pow'r so preserv'd that the flame Did neither harm their haires nor garments seame Did not he by his mighty pow'r ere now Naims poor widowes sonne to life renew When Lazarus had four dayes ly'n in grave Did he not by his word his soule receive When as the good Centurion's daughter lay Asleep did he not turn her night to day When Eutichus did from his third loft fall Did not his quickning sp'rit his sp'rit recall And when Tabitha jappa's Nymph lay dead Did not his Cumi straight lift up her head Those and a thousand more then those doe stand As great Herculean trophces in his hand Those were but shaddows he the substance is The type was theirs the antitipe is his And all of those beare witnesse that his power Can kill and quicken rescue and devoure Now doth the date of that appointed time Wherein he should arise from Deaths dark clime Draw neer for from the sixt dayes afternoon The Sabbaths whol day he did rest eft soon The eight daies morn no sooner'gins to break But loe the sonne of Righteousnes doth wake And with a better light the world recleare Then ever Titan brought t' our Hemispheare And as that God who did the world create Upon the sixt day did man animate And on the seventh day celebrate his rest A type of our Eternall heavenly feast So did my Soules most grarious Redeemer Crush on the sixt day my soules sad blasphemer And on the seventh day resting in the grave Did from Goliahs hand his Isr'el save And rising on the eight dayes morne hath made The womans heel to bruise the serpents head This day of old had small or no respect But now to heav'n it doth our hearts erect And justly makes his Gods a ther the Sunne VVho in th'Eccliptick of true light doth run This day more sacred should be kept then any Because by it Salvation spirings to many And therefore 〈…〉 as farre As Titan hath beyond 〈…〉 staâ—reâ— For look how much our second birth is more Then our first birth 〈◊〉 is our Sabbath for Upon the sixth day we had our Creation But on this Sabbath light life and salvation And since upon this day we from our fall With him have rise it is Dominicall And merits to be sign'd with ink that 's red Because his blood our debt hath can celled Th' intended period of the time now come The sonne of Jesse Israels brid egroome Comes from his late bed-chamber richly deckt With Majesty with glory and respect His wedding garments robes and rings are on His griefes his passions and his woes
as the hen sought t'over-shade Thy chicks under his wings hath be not fed Thy starving troops and thy diseases healed And unto thee his Fathers will revealed Why dost thou then disknow him O look on him And fixe thy soules affections still upon him Ask Moses what he is and he shall say The womans seed who should the Serpent slay Ask Abra'm he shall say he is the Pram Who made his Isaac scape the knife and flame Ask Jacob he will tell you that 't is be Who Shilo-like gives Judah liberties Ask David and he truly shall declare He is his Grand-childe and his righteous heire Ask Esay and his Prophecy shall tell He 's very God and man Immanuel Ask Jeremie he calls him Righteous branch Ask Daniel he tells you he did quench The fiery fomace and 's the stone that 's cut From out the mount without mans hand or foot And boldly daunteth all the worlds Empire And at his next return shall burn 't with fire Ask John the Baptist he shall tell you that He is the Lamb of God immaculat Ask God himselfe he cryes This is my Sonne Ask of the Devill he harpes the self-same tune Ask of the windes and seas and rotten grave The sun the moon and all the world can have And they shall all confesse him to be God Who in our flesh doth make his true abode Amidst this cloud of witnesse how canst thou Great Salem so disknow thy Bridegroom now Thy eyes are blinde thy eares are deaf thy heart Is hard as flint lest he should thee convert But since all things acknowledge him as God I see not how thou canst escape his rod Who in so cleer a night dost undervalue The Sonne of God and count'st his Councels shallow In this his pomp and royall acclamation He at the Temple makes his journies station And surely now his Temple hath most need Of any thing to be first purifi'd Her gold was turn'd to drosse her watchmen were Become dumb dogs and meerly secular Her builders were destroyers and her chiefe Governors lov'd to play the wolse and thiefe Her Nazarites are black as any coale Her high-Priests zeale unto the world is stole And this her hid impoyson'd sourse and spring To all the Kingdome doth corruption bring For as the brains the liver and the heart Being wholsome kept and sound in every part The body in true life and vigour standeth And every joynt it 's sev'rall use commandeth But those being once exulcerat then all The body by Tabasick tumours fall So while Gods house her purity doth keep Religion makes the land in peace to sleep But if the Altars once become impure The Common-wealth dy'th of an Imposture Here therefore doth my Saviour first dispose His fathers house in order and disclose The hidden fraud and sacrilegious straine That Priest and People there did entertain Here did the bankrup and the money-cheater Erect their reck'nings and their lew'd Theater Here did the shepheard bring his sheep to sell Here made the drover all his oxen dwell Here did the pigeons there the turtles lye And so the Temples turn'd t' a butchery And what 's the worst of ills all this is done Under the pretext of Religion Ah me how faire is the pretext but foule The practises of this Levitique Schoole When Simoon and Levi meant to slay The Sechemites Religion op'd their way When Saul saves Agag and his flocks alive Religion did to 's sinne a cloake contrive When Herod meant our Saviours blood to spill His words spoke Worship but his heart said Kill Those be the wayes of Man but ah 't is shame That when man sinneth God should bear the blame A three fold whip therefore my Saviour makes And whips their beasts from their empayling stakes Their doves and pigeons he let loose to flâ—e The Colybists proud banque ov'r turneth he And to the rod he doth this word conjoyn Take those things hence and some where else purloyn For it is writen This my fathers house Should serve for prayer not for Merchants use But where your fathers did my father feare As in a den of thieves you rob and teare But tell me Saviour wherefore flame thine eyes Whence doth this spleen and agony arise How is the Lambe now chang'd into a Lyon And who hath chang'd to Sinay our calm Syon O pardon me me my God those lashing stroaks Those whips those blows those soul-subduing yoaks Which those poore sacrilegious Ruffians beare Doe make it as a lanthorn shine most cleare That as in Justice thou dost mercy show So in thy mercy thou dost Justice know For both in thee doe from Etern'ty dwell They neither eb too much nor too much swell But by a due contemp'rature they shin'd Mercy with Judgement wrath with love combin'd Ne'er did a Planet of so milde aspect Infuse so strange an influence and effect On a sublunar or an earthly theam As doth this Reformations rapid stream Worke upon some who did behold it for No sooner hath my blessed Saviour Joyn'd to the rod and whip of his correction The salutary motto of instruction Then loe his twelve Disciples straight are led To rouze their memyr's from oblivions shade And call to minde what David doth record Thy houses zeale hath eate me up ô Lord And by beholding of that fact and place They know their Master for the Prince of peace But on the hardned heart of th' abject Jew Whose sides and backs were with his blows yet bleâ— It worketh nothing but a deep disdaine Rancor revenge and all that cursed traine Of furies which Erynnis in her Cell Can beg or borrow from the deep of hell Master say they what signe dost thou now show That thou dost those things we would gladly know By what authority or soveraign might Thou bringst thy Reformation to this height A signe saith he ô froward generation O serpent-issue of a sinfull Nation You seek a signe as if you would believe But this I tell you you no thing shall have Save that of Jonah for as three dayes he VVas swallow'd by a whale i' th' deep o' th' Sea So shall the sonne of man for mans trespasse Lye buried in the Earth for three dayes space Destroy therefore this Temple and behold Within three dayes I will the same re-build And rear it up again as free from sinne So free from all corruptions withering Thus having spoke his eyes which did of late Flash forth the flames of fury and of state Drown'd now in brinish teares doe still encall His sorrowing soule to sigh this madrigall Jerusalem Jerusalem who kills The Prophets and dost make their bloody rills Distain thy ground and grind'st their fainting face Who all the day long preach to thee thy Peace Would God thou couldst acknowledge in thy day The things that point thy peace or thy decay So desolation should not lift her hand Against this City nor against this Land But ah those things are hidden from thine eyes And thou art drunk yea drown'd