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FAITH
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Nail'd to the Crosse, there Christ, lost soules to winne,
Suffer'd the world's huge pond'rous weight of sinne,
Insulting Foes reproach, mocks, scoffings, scorne,
His sinewes to bee Rackt, his Body torne;
A kisse betray'd him, and a perjur'd lie,
Was the reward for all his Puritie.
Heav'ns wrath, Hells rage, on Christ all torments fell,
To save our Soules, from those blew flames in Hell.
Christ's whole life was a Martyrdome & Crosse,
Active and Passive, and his deare Blouds losse,
The Tragick part; the bloudy Sceane which none
But He himselfe must Act, and act alone:
Christ's Patience, Death And Devills force did quell,
He tooke the great Leviathan of hell
With the Hook of his Crosse, made him his slave,
Captiv'd the DEVILL, and subdu'd the Grave.
Suffer'd the world's huge pond'rous weight of sinne,
Insulting Foes reproach, mocks, scoffings, scorne,
His sinewes to bee Rackt, his Body torne;
A kisse betray'd him, and a perjur'd lie,
Was the reward for all his Puritie.
Heav'ns wrath, Hells rage, on Christ all torments fell,
To save our Soules, from those blew flames in Hell.
Christ's whole life was a Martyrdome & Crosse,
Active and Passive, and his deare Blouds losse,
The Tragick part; the bloudy Sceane which none
But He himselfe must Act, and act alone:
Christ's Patience, Death And Devills force did quell,
He tooke the great Leviathan of hell
With the Hook of his Crosse, made him his slave,
Captiv'd the DEVILL, and subdu'd the Grave.
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Faith makes unseene things seene, Faiths sacred eye
Vn-visors Prides painted hypocrisie.
A resolute Faith forc'd Abram to consent
To butcher his beloved; to content
His Mighty Maker: Faith has ever beene,
The perfect Evidence, of things unseene.
Jacob by Faith obtain'd his full desire,
Faith kept the Lyons Mouthes; Faith quenches fire,
Enoch by Faith from sence of vitall breath,
Translated was, that he should ne'r see death.
Faith made Eliah to call downe from heaven
Consuming flames, to burne accursed men!
Israels great Captaine by his Faith did part
Egypts Red-Sea, went through with joyfull heart.
Iosua by Faith, on Gibeon did command
The golden Taper of the Sunne to stand
Still; while he fought the Battell of the Lord,
Faith comes by hearing the All-mighties word.
Women receiv'd their dead rais'd up to life,
Faith conquer'd Kingomes, and subdues all strife.
Vn-visors Prides painted hypocrisie.
A resolute Faith forc'd Abram to consent
To butcher his beloved; to content
His Mighty Maker: Faith has ever beene,
The perfect Evidence, of things unseene.
Jacob by Faith obtain'd his full desire,
Faith kept the Lyons Mouthes; Faith quenches fire,
Enoch by Faith from sence of vitall breath,
Translated was, that he should ne'r see death.
Faith made Eliah to call downe from heaven
Consuming flames, to burne accursed men!
Israels great Captaine by his Faith did part
Egypts Red-Sea, went through with joyfull heart.
Iosua by Faith, on Gibeon did command
The golden Taper of the Sunne to stand
Still; while he fought the Battell of the Lord,
Faith comes by hearing the All-mighties word.
Women receiv'd their dead rais'd up to life,
Faith conquer'd Kingomes, and subdues all strife.
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Like a safe winde, which to the Sea-man sings,
Comfort in midst of all sad cares, Faith brings,
And breathes into our soules, Truths gentle gaile
(Salvations sweet reliefe,) too fill the saile
Of Man's storme-beaten vessell; keepes it ev'n,
So sends it home in peace to th' land of heav'n.
Faith cloathes the Soule in a divine attire,
To passe untoucht, through Famine, sword, and fire,
His body feeles no paine by fire, or sword,
Whose Faith, is in the bosome of the Lord.
Faith is Saint Peeters walking on the water,
Hope lent him helpe, and Love was his supporter.
Comfort in midst of all sad cares, Faith brings,
And breathes into our soules, Truths gentle gaile
(Salvations sweet reliefe,) too fill the saile
Of Man's storme-beaten vessell; keepes it ev'n,
So sends it home in peace to th' land of heav'n.
Faith cloathes the Soule in a divine attire,
To passe untoucht, through Famine, sword, and fire,
His body feeles no paine by fire, or sword,
Whose Faith, is in the bosome of the Lord.
Faith is Saint Peeters walking on the water,
Hope lent him helpe, and Love was his supporter.
Fides, Signum Christianorum.
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