KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world With an Appendix of Gods resting day, Edon Garden; Mans Happiness before, Misery after, his Fall. Whereunto is added, The Praise of Nothing; Divine Ejaculations; The four Ages of the world; The Birth of Christ; Also a Century of Historical Applications; With a Taste of Poetical fictions. Written some years since by N. B.[i.e. Nicholas Billingsley] ... And now published at the request of his Friends |
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Divine Ejaculations.
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My God which art a brazen wall,A Bul-warke of consuming fire,
Guard me and let my foe-men fall,
Who; causleslly my fall conspire.
Oh let thy favour be my sheild,
So shall my soul maintaine the field.
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Oh thou which giv'st thine Angels charge,To guide thy servants in their warrs,
Do thou protect me, and enlarge
My streightned heart, to sound thy praise,
If with thy favour, thou surround me,
No hell-borne mallice shall confound me.
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Thou which thy children from the fire,And Daniel from the Lions Den,
Hast freed? Oh free me from the ire
Of bloody and malitious men.
Thy grace can chase an hoast of evils,
And Legions of infernal Devils.
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When dang'rous waves on me did roul,By thy right hand, I sav'd have been:
Thou heard'st the pantings of my soul.
And when I knock'd did'st let me in.
Thy court of mercy; nay thine ears,
Were prone to heare my silent tears:
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Although the tot'ring heav'ns quiver,And earth her loosned limbs doe shake,
Yet hast thou promis'd to deliver,
Who, thee their hope, and Anchor, make.
And thou to thine a gratious God,
Abscond'st them from thy flaming rod.
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Thou from the chambers of the earth,From gates of hell, and shades of death,
Hast power to save, and givest birth.
Unto a body-bannish'd breath.
O let thy quickning grace shine in
My breethless soul, when dead to sin.
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When as the clouds of thy displeasure(Portending stormes) together gather,
Oh let thy fury know a measure,
Remember th'art a loving Father.
Though I'me a disobedient child,
Make me as good as thou art milde.
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In wisdome thou chastizest thine,And in the furnace of affliction,
Their drossie souls thou dost refine;
And by thy Judgments, stamp conviction.
If thy corrections thou dost lengthen,
Accordingly be pleas'd to strengthen.
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Will he persist in wrath? and neverAdmit of thoughts of mercy? can
The Lord abandon his for ever?
Oh no, for he is God, not man.
He vows, (and will his vows performe)
His fury shall not alwayes storme.
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O happy he whom God corrects,Therefore his chastening doe not shun;
The Lord afflicts whom he affects,
As doth a father, his lov'd Son.
Nor doth he alwayes fury like,
For he doth stroke, as well as strike.
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Who would not willingly endureA minutes time a, little paine;
If after that he might be sure
Ten thousand years of ease to gaine?
Afflictions light, and transitory,
Yeild an eternal weight of glory.
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Cleanse me from soul infecting sin,And purely purg away my dross,
O do thou take from me my Tin;
(And make me joy in such a loss,)
O Lord my crooked wayes reforme,
And be my pilot in a storme.
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If thou affliction please to sendTo try my frailties, and weak graces;
Make me look up, and learne to mend,
That thou mayest hugg me with embraces.
“The Law is rough, the Gospell calm,
“Be that the Launce, and this the Balm.
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Whither thy favour thou display,Or dost with flaming fury glow;
O let me with the faithfull say,
I doe by good experience know,
All things shall worke for good to those
Who God affect, whome God hath chose:
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As my affliction Lord aboundsSo let my consolation,
Pour Balsam in my bleeding wounds,
And hide m' in thy pavilion.
Although I fall yet I shall stand
Supported by thy helping hand.
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Great God! though my offences urgeThy heavie hand, yet Lord refraine,
My Saviour's blood hath power to purge
My scarlet sins, though dy'd in graine.
One drop can scour, and make them full
As bright as snow, as white as wooll.
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Thy frowning Justice stormes doe bring,But thy cleare mercyes them doe stop:
I'le be content with a wet spring,
So I may have a joyfull crop.
Comforts will troops of greif destroy,
Who sow in teares shall reap in joy
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My God, my Rock, my Sheild, my Tower,My health, my strength, deliver me,
From those three foes, that would devour,
Ah! I shall fall unheld by thee.
Thou only hast the power to quell
Pernitious foes, Sin, Death, and Hell.
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Thou Lord wilt lay no more on meWhen my weak back can bear no longer
Either my burthen light shall be,
Or else my feeble faith grow stronger.
O let my well-prepared breast
With what thou send'st contented rest.
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The judgments of the Lord are just;Why should his judgments then dismay me?
I in my God will put my trust,
Although my God should please to slay me.
O Lord before thee do I stand,
At clay within the porters hand.
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In time of want, grant I may liveBy faith, and on thy promise feed;
Thou, Lord more ready art to give,
Then I to ask, when I do need.
O heav'nly Father, make it still
My meat, and drink, to do thy will.
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O may I first thy Kingdome seek,And righteousness which flowes from thee,
(So shall I be confirm'd though weak.)
And other things shall added be.
Ah Lord! shall I presume to trust
Thee for a Kingdome, not a crust.
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In poverty be thou my wealthMay I fear thee, and of the will,
It shall be to my [illeg.] health,
And my dry bones with marrow fill
In thee it lies for to refreshe
The fainting spirit, and trembling flesh.
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O Lord, uphold me in my walk,For ah! my feet are apt to stumble;
Chain thou my tongue from sinful talk,
In all conditions make me humble[illeg.]
O give me grace to trust in thee,
So shall, it then goe well with me.
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