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THESAURO-PHULAKION[Greek]: or, A treasury of divine raptures

Consisting of Serious Observations, Pious Ejaculations, Select Epigrams. Alphabetically rank'd and fil'd by a Private Chaplain to the Illustrious and Renowned Lady Urania The Divine and Heavenly Muse. The first part [by Nicholas Billingsley]

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27. On Adoption.

We were not born Gods children, but so made;
The Dev'le, we for our natural father had;
Through Grace snatch'd from th'old Family of Hell,
In Heavens noble Family Saints dwell;
Are disoblig'd from sin, new names receive,
And an Estate which they shall never leave,
Pleasant and safe; to an inheritance
In light, kept for them; them doth he advance,
The heirs shall never die, for be it known
Eternitie's a Jewel of their Crown.
Man, he Adopts a defect to supply;
God, out of pity, not necessity.

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He had an only Son, nor lov'd he any
Like him, Man but one heir adopts, he many;
Hath Land for all; Man soon adopts a Son,
A Deed is sealed, and the thing is don,
But when God was about to constitute
Us Sons and Heirs, his wisdom could find out
No easie way, he could not seal a Deed
But by his own Sons bloud, his Son must bleed.
Men on adopted persons entail do
Their Land, but God his Land and himself too.
O what great Portions to Gods Heirs do fall,
Heaven's theirs, Glory is theirs, yea, God and All
How precious are their Names, their Prayrs Tears, blood
In Gods esteem, and O that Satans brood,
Nay Traytors should be made Heirs to the Crown,
Such Love was never to the Angels shown.
And O what Sweets from out the Gospel flower
May a Believer suck! when in our gore
We tumbling lay, and were with sin bemir'd,
And neither deserv'd love, nor love desir'd;
He lov'd us then, when we had soild, defac'd
His Image, broke his Law, us he embrac'd,
When we by Sin our Pedigree had lost,
He did restore it to us to his cost.