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To my Muse.

DIVINE MEDITATIONS Upon severall subjects.

I.

[Groans, midnight groans, usurp the Commonwealth]

Groans, midnight groans, usurp the Commonwealth,
Oh my infringed Soule! I know no health,
Nor feel no pleasure, all my joyes are fled
I know not where, and I am worse than dead.
Heav'n-shouldring Atlas, if compar'd to me
Beares nothing, mines a weighty misery.

II.

[Ah me, can nothing cure me, is my grief]

Ah me, can nothing cure me, is my grief
So much insanable, that no relief
Can flow from Gilead? doe my sins obstruct
Those tydes of grace which usually conduct
Refreshments to me? Oh most dismall fate!
He feels a plague too soon, that grieves too late.

III.

[Cimmerian mists, alas! and what are they?]

Cimmerian mists, alas! and what are they?
(Compar'd to me) lesse than a glorious day.
The sense of my own blindnesse makes me know
The blindnesse of my senses. Can a woe
Be more exub'rous? Here's a griefe refin'd,
A seeing Body, and a Soule that's blind.

IV.

[The sight-deprived wretch, whose darkned fate]

The sight-deprived wretch, whose darkned fate
Makes day and night (as 'twere) incorporate,
And knows no diff'rence, but still gropes about,
And finds his Day within, his Night without:
But I, sad I, being muffled up in sin,
Find Day without, alas! but Night within.

V.

[Saddest of thoughts! Oh that I could espie]

Saddest of thoughts! Oh that I could espie
One gracious Sun-beame, that my willing eye,
Might, like the dawning of the Infant-day,
Grow by degrees, and at the last display
Some glorious rayes to my undarkned heart,
I'de hug that light, and never let it part.

VI.

[But I, unhappy I, whose former dayes]

But I, unhappy I, whose former dayes
Consum'd in ill, have quite expell'd the rayes
Of future happinesse; and now I see
All evill is epitomiz'd in me.
Too late I grieve, for what I feele too soone;
The Sun lets fall his fiercest rayes at noone.

VII.

[Though foggy vapours oftentimes ascend]

Though foggy vapours oftentimes ascend,
Being exhaled by a Solar friend,
From Earths chill breast, and for a season shroud
Themselves within an entertaining cloud:
Yet at the last, (unwilling to remaine)
Discloud themselves, and fall to Earth againe.

VIII.

[But ah! my sin-exhaling soule is fill'd]

But ah! my sin-exhaling soule is fill'd
With noysome fogs that cannot be distill'd;
They keep a forc'd possession, and encrease
Within me, nay, and riot out my peace.
Needs must the Empire of a troubled brain
Feel store of torments where such Neroes raign.

IX.

[Corporeall griefs, comparatively, merit]

Corporeall griefs, comparatively, merit
The name of Pleasures to a troubled spirit:
Martyrs have taught, that temporary pains
(If well improv'd) swell into future gaines.
Griefe's banisht quite from him that dyes forgiven;
A Storme on earth portends a Calme in heaven.

X.

[As woe and trouble commonly await]

As woe and trouble commonly await
Upon the frailty of a humane state;
So Grace and Mercy evermore are found
Attending, where Divinity sits crown'd.
Ah! would it not be undiscreetly done,
To sit in darknesse to avoid the Sun?

XI.

[If Heaven should please to banish from our sight]

If Heaven should please to banish from our sight
His glorious lamp, whose most diffusive light
Gives life to nature, all things would retire
Into a Chaos, and the world expire.
The Soul's a World-Divine, and Christ's the Sun,
Who shining not, the world is chang'd, not done.

XII.

[We may observe, when happinesse concludes]

We may observe, when happinesse concludes,
How soone the sad and fatall interludes
Of Misery appeare: For Griefe and Joy
Are initiators. When our sins destroy
The happinesse we had, Ah then appeares
Mischief attended with an hoast of fears.

XIII.

[Adam (unhappy man!) with what a grace]

Adam (unhappy man!) with what a grace
Could he present himselfe before the face
Of his well-pleas'd Creator, till the heat
Of his owne lust compell'd him to retreat
From Gods commands. Ah then, his new-bred fear
Made him afraid to see, as well as heare.

XIV.

[Let but the apples of the tender eye]

Let but the apples of the tender eye
Receive a sudden touch, and by and by
The sympathizing part will quickly be
Frighted (as 'twere) into a mutiny.
So when the Sin-toucht soule begins to smart,
The sentiate faculties must beare a part.

XV.

[Courage in Sin, is but a Sin enlarg'd]

Courage in Sin, is but a Sin enlarg'd;
Which like a deep-mouth'd Cannon over charg'd
Recoyles or breaks. Had Peter found no vent
For his denying-sins, his soule had rent
It selfe in pieces. Blest is he and wise,
That can discharge his sorrow at his eyes.

XVI.

[Sins that doe float in teares, are often drown'd]

Sins that doe float in teares, are often drown'd
In their own floods; When reall sighs abound,
They raise a tempest, and our sins are tost
Against the rocks of Mercy, till they'r lost.
When sins beleaguer us with hostile feares,
There's no Artillery like Davids teares.

XVII.

[Curst (like the Fig-tree) is that barren eye]

Curst (like the Fig-tree) is that barren eye
That in a flood of sins is alwayes dry.
Teares are the choicest Jewels which are set
Like Orient Pearls in Heavens's rich Cabinet.
When Faith implores, th'Almighty One that lent
A vent for Tears, will send us teares to vent.

XVIII.

[Faith is the Souls best Orator; 'tis knowne]

Faith is the Souls best Orator; 'tis knowne,
There is no musick like a faithfull groane.
A Whisp'ring faith will find a ready eare,
When a loud-thundring faithlesse voice must steere
From whence it came, no audience will be given,
A soft tongue Faith on Earth, speaks loud in Heaven.

XIX.

[Faith feeds the hungry, and it safe-guards those]

Faith feeds the hungry, and it safe-guards those,
That feare the danger of incensed Foes.
Tis Heavens proof-Armor, he that wears this shield,
May safely meet Goliah in the Field.
'Tis heavenly mirth to heare a David sing;
'Twas Faith that kill'd Goliah, not a sling.

XX.

[The pretious balsome of a sound beliefe]

The pretious balsome of a sound beliefe,
Expels the poyson of a raging griefe.
The Womans bloody issue could not be
Cur'd, but by Faiths Divine Chirurgery.
When grief assailes, the Patient must be sure.
T'apply warm prayers, and Faith will end the cure.

XXI.

[Reason and Faith are combatants, the One]

Reason and Faith are combatants, the One
Demands a (why) the Other will be known
Without a reason, for the powerfull hand
Of Faith can fight, where reason cannot stand.
He that believes whats possible, can straine
His Faith no higher than a humane braine.

XXII.

[Faith is the mindes establisher, should we]

Faith is the mindes establisher, should we
Believe but what we understand, and see,
We should prove Infidels: had Abraham try'd
His Faith by humane sence, his Faith had dy'd.
But barren Sarah, when her time was run,
Blest aged Abraham with a smiling Son.

XXIII.

[When our estranged ashes, shall lye hid]

When our estranged ashes, shall lye hid
In their corruptions, reason will forbid
Their re-uniting, but a faithfull eye
Sees them inclining to their unity.
If we observe, we shall be sure to finde
That Faith sees best, when humane reason's blinde.

XXIV.

[A well-deserving eye, shall alwayes finde]

A well-deserving eye, shall alwayes finde
Faith and Theology, as close combin'd
As Marth' and Mary were; who strive to smother
The one, must needs extirpate the other.
Accurst be they that separate such friends:
Destroy the consort, and the musick ends.

XXV.

[Th'inflamed Lamp shines in a darksome night]

Th'inflamed Lamp shines in a darksome night,
And fills each corner with a trembling light;
But when extinguisht our benighted eye,
Leaves every object in obscurity.
So shining Faith (snuft out by sinne) expires
And leaves us mufl'd in our darke desires.

XXVI.

[Faith's a Monoculist, and can descry]

Faith's a Monoculist, and can descry
The Sun of glory with a single eye.
It comprehendeth all things, every place
Where she aboads, is beautifi'd with grace,
Hee's like a pregnant Land, that knows no dearth,
But brings forth many off-springs at one birth.

XXVII.

[Faith can unnaturalize a Lion, and]

Faith can unnaturalize a Lion, and
Make him lye subject to a strict command,
Or Daniel had not liv'd, his Lamb had power,
To make the Lions tremble, not devoure:
Be pleas'd Oh Lord, to look upon our Sion,
And send this Lamb to chase away our Lion.

XXVIII.

[When once despised Faith is laid aside]

When once despised Faith is laid aside,
Needs must the Fabrick of Religion slide.
An unpropt-house, with danger is enjoy'd,
And Pallaces prove rubbish when destroy'd.
Oh how unblest is that declining Nation,
Where Faith's quite lost, Religion's out of fashion.

XXIX.

[Faith and Religion like the Turtle-dove]

Faith and Religion like the Turtle-dove,
Having lost her first, admits no second love,
The troubled Ocean is not eas'ly still'd,
'Tis far more easie to destroy than build.
When Faction thrives, Religion starves at nurse,
Who sins with Ægypt, must have Ægypts curse.

XXX.

[Sure sad Religion, cannot chuse but groane]

Sure sad Religion, cannot chuse but groane
Under deformity, when every one
Shall dresse her at his pleasure: is it good
To cancel that, which Martyrs seal'd with blood?
Sure no it is not, blessings are despis'd,
When pure Religion's so much Proteuniz'd.

XXXI.

[I'd rather want a blessing, than abuse]

I'd rather want a blessing, than abuse
The blessing that I have, th'apostate Jewes
Can evidence this truth, for whilst they stood
To save the evill, they destroy'd the good.
Did it not adde to Pilates sin, who cry'd,
I finde no fault, and yet our Saviour dy'd?

XXXII.

[Had Judas knowne the blessings he possest]

Had Judas knowne the blessings he possest,
In being private to our Saviours breast,
[illeg.]e then his most inordinate desires,
Had found no fuell to maintaine his fires.
Best things in their corruption prove the worst,
Truth speaks aloud, for Judas was accurst.

XXXIII.

[Alas how fondly did our thoughts despise]

Alas how fondly did our thoughts despise
These sacred joyes, which now we chiefly prize
Because we want them, and we sadly prove
The want of blessings tutors us to love
The blessings that we had, if I transgresse,
Let David witnesse what my thoughts expresse.

XXXIV.

[Th'unfathom'd gulfe of mans unsatiate minde]

Th'unfathom'd gulfe of mans unsatiate minde
Proves most outragious, when 'tis most confin'd.
I could perswade my selfe, If 'twere a sinne
Not to be sinfull, Man would soon begin
To practice goodnesse, for the flesh would be
Oppugnant to the spirits faculty.

XXXV.

[The raging fire, the more it is deprest]

The raging fire, the more it is deprest
The more it burnes, our Parent Eve transgrest
Because she was forbid, although she knew
What unavoided danger would accrew.
Yet her unsatisfi'd desires were such,
She could not chuse but taste as well as touch.

XXXVI.

[Factions the worst of Evills, 'tis a sinne]

Factions the worst of Evills, 'tis a sinne
Beyond addition; when we once begin
To fall to Heresie, we know not how
Nor what to act, alas we can allow
A firme respect to nothing, for to day,
We hug, what we to morrow cast away.

XXXVII.

[If we observe, it may be quickly seen]

If we observe, it may be quickly seen
How great a disproportion is between
The Schools of God, and Nature, we conceive
In Natures Schooles, before we can believe;
But in the Schools of God we must aspire,
First to believe, conceive, and then admire,

XXXVIII.

[Affliction is the Christians badge, who knowes]

Affliction is the Christians badge, who knowes
Earths greatest pleasure, finde her greatest woes,
Alas what are th'injoyments of this life,
But fleeting shadowes which denote a strife?
If Davids troubles sojourne in my breast,
Lord give me Davids heart, and I am blest.

XXXIX.

[He that indures Affliction, must abide]

He that indures Affliction, must abide
The harsh directions of his knowing guide:
For they that travell in this world must take
Affliction by the hand, or else they'l make
A fruitlesse journey. He's a senslesse slave,
That dances with Earth's musick te his grave.

XL.

[Affliction is sins Nursery, and they]

Affliction is sins Nursery, and they
That kill the Brat, must take the Nurse away;
If not, they must expect what's much more worse,
For sin is known to be the Devills nurse.
Then may they cry with lamentable breath,
No wages will content the Nurse, but death.

XLI.

[Wouldst thou prevent affliction? then draw near]

Wouldst thou prevent affliction? then draw near,
I'le tell thee how, when sin begins t'appeare:
Drown it in teares, teares of a heavenly race,
He that includes a sin, excludes a Grace.
Sin often growes too aged for reliefe:
There is no danger like a non-ag'd griefe.

XLII.

[The wise man grieves not, that he undergoes]

The wise man grieves not, that he undergoes
Affliction, but because he fully knowes
So many sins deserv'd as many more,
Ten times doubl'd, than he did before.
Patience in things adverse, like Stars, shine bright,
And most transparent in the darkest night.

XLIII.

[[illeg.]s good to be afflicted, or else he]

[illeg.]s good to be afflicted, or else he
That spoke it, took delight in Misery.
[illeg.]Davids sins infect thee, let thy heart
[illeg.]bath'd in Davids tears, and then thou art
Endeared unto Heaven: for he that lent
Much time to sinne, must borrow to repent.

XLIIII.

[Repentance leads to Heav'n, if we expect]

Repentance leads to Heav'n, if we expect
Future blessing, we must not neglect
His present businesse, which if we delay,
He'l want to morrow, what we lost to day:
But let's consider e're our time be spent,
How soon we sin, and yet how late repent.

XLV.

[He that delayes repentance, makes great haste]

He that delayes repentance, makes great haste
To his owne ruine, and commits a waste
Upon his Soul, for every houre we spend
And not repent, we wilfully befriend
Our adversary, Hell, whose Ginnes being set,
He lyes and watches, when to draw the net.

XLVI.

[The net being drawn, well may we run about]

The net being drawn, well may we run about,
And make our selves more fast, attempting out.
Then our betrayed Soule may sadly say
Had we repented, when 'twas said, to day,
This net had not insnar'd us, nor we cry,
We that did ever sinne, must ever dye.

Gods Love, and Mans Unworthinesse.

[[THE FIRST BOOK.]]

GOD.
Tell me, thou trembling wretch, how dost thou know
That thou art naked? say, who told thee so?
What? has thy lips usurp'd the fruit which I
Conjur'd thee not to touch? if so, reply.

Adam.
The woman which thou gav'st me, gave to me,
And I did eat of the forbidden tree.

GOD.
Unconstant woman! Ah, why hast thou run
Beyond thy bounds? what's this that thou hast done?

Woman.
The Serpents flowing language swel'd too great
For my low banks: he tempted, and I eat.

Gods Curse against the Serpent.

Because thou hast thus subtilty deluded
The lustful woman, thou shalt be excluded
From future good; more shall thy curses yield
Then all the beasts and cattle in the field:
Thy belly shall (because thou hast done this)
Give to the earth a life-remaining kiss;
Thou shalt not taste of any thing that's good,
Dust shall supply the place of wholesome food.
Curst be thy ways, thou shalt no more be seen
By me: I will put enmity between
Thy seed and hers; hereafter thou shalt feel
A bruised head, and she a bruised heel.

Gods Curse against the woman.

And as for thee, oh Woman, I'le enlarge
Thy grief and thy conception; I'le discharge
Thy joys, and load thee with a weighty grief;
Thy pains in child-bed shall find no relief:
Thou shalt desire thy husband, and his hand
Shall over-rule thee with a strict command.

Adams Curse.

Adams Petition to God.

Incensed Father of eternal light,
Permit a darkened Soul t'approach the sight
Of thine incomparable eye; unmask
Thy anger-clouded Soul, and let me ask
Forgiveness for those loading Crimes which press
My stagg'ring Soul, I know not whom t'address
My apostate self unto, but only thee,
Whom I offended; Please to pity me:
I have no pleasing Sacrifice t'attone
Thy wrathful Brest, except a hearty groan
That's quadrupl'd with grief; Oh deign to look
Upon the lines of my all-blotted book:
Although I'm full of most detested spots,
Yet Lord, I know that thou canst read my blots;
Oh read them then, and let thy mercies run
With thy progressive eye; I am undone,
If not forgiven; Lord I thee implore
To shew some mercy to me, thou hast store,
Discipher all my sins, and let them not
Bear record in thy rouls, but rest forgot;
Revoke this Act of death, that I may sing
Th'admired mercies of so blest a King.
Oh lift me up, that now am thrown below;
Make not my Soul the Custom-house of woe.
Oh hear these bitter groans that I have spent,
And send some comfort from thy Parliament.

Gods Reply.

Thou skelleton of baseness, hie thee hence,
Disturb me not; return, I say, from whence
Thou cam'st at first; thou shalt as soon remove
A mountain, as my mind: I cannot love,
No nor I will not, nothing shall intreat
My resolutions, for my fury's great.
Begone, proud Rebel, do not think thy prayers,
Thy vows, thy groans, thy sighs, thy sobs, thy tears
Shall make my brest their receptacle; No:
How can I be a friend to such a foe?
Surcease thy importunities, let fall
Thy high desires, I will not hear thee call,
Thy sins have barr'd my ears; I'le not be won
With thy base airy words, for thou hast spun
The thread of thy destruction, therefore wear
What thou hast labour'd for, and so forbear
T'intrench upon my patience; 'tis in vain
To seek for that which thou shalt not obtain.
And is it thus, that Heav'n will not regard
My cries? Ah me! and must my groans be heard
With disrespect by him, whose tongue affords
Nothing but grief, involv'd with bitter words?
Alas, alas! what greater woe can crowd
Into a brest then to be disavow'd
By Gods high Voyce, whose most enraged breath
Darts forth the arrows of eternal death?
What shall I doe? Oh, whither shall I run
To hide my selfe, until the glorious Sun
Of his affections usher in the day
Of welcom Joy? Oh, whither shall I stray?
If I am silent, then my silence turns
My thoughts to fire; If speak my speech returns
Trebbl'd with wo, into the brazen Tower
Of my sad heart, my language has no power
To work upon his ears, my words (like balls
[illeg.]nded, and thrown against th'obdurate walls
Unyielding brest) bounds back againe, and breaks
[illeg.]to my heart, and every sorrow speaks
[illeg.] volume at a word; yet, yet must I
Return unheard; 'tis misery to dye,
And pain to live; thus in despair I draw
The loathsom air: Destruction knows no Law.
Grief rains a flood of doubt into my Soul;
[illeg.] me! I can do nothing but condole:
[illeg.]m despis'd; and if I bend the force
Of my desires to him, he will divorce
All thoughts of pity, and with rage re-double
Th'unsum'd up sums of my infringing trouble.
[illeg.] sail into the Straits, both wind and tyde
Prevail against me, and I have no guide
To Pilot me unto the long'd-for Port
Of pleasing happiness; I am a sport
To threating Ruine, whose presumptuous waves
Out-dares my Soul, whilst every blast enslaves
My reeling Pinnace: If I strive to go
Towards Scylla, Scylla will contemn my wo.
[illeg.]as in vain I can expect relief,
Scylla will bark at my unbridled grief;
[illeg.]r if my head-long vessel chance to hit
Against Charybdis; I am torn and split
Into ten thousand pieces; Oh hard hap!
Thus am I tossed in Destructions lap.
Where shall I find a heart that will advise
My friendless Soul, and audiate my cries?
I will not thus desist, I must implore,
He that's lost once, sure can be lost no more.

Adams Petition to God.

Once more, thou Metropolitan of all
The spacious world, I here presume to call
Upon thy mercy; Oh let me inherit
The pleasing fruits of thy re-pleased Spirit:
I am thy fabrick. Oh some pity take,
Preserve the building for the Builders sake.
Clothe not thy brow with frowns, but let thine eye
(That rests inshrin'd with glorious Majesty)
Reflect upon my sorrows; Oh encline
Thy willing ears to hear this grief of mine:
Oh doe not say I shall as soon remove
A mountain as thy heart, thou canst not love;
Let not such harsh, imbitter'd language flow
Out of a mouth so sweet; I know I know,
Thou art as good as great; oh therefore bow
Thy sacred ears to hear, oh hear me now:
Bestow some scraps on me, that have deserv'd
Nothing but stripes; for I have fondly swerv'd
From thy commands, & have committed treason
Against thy Majesty: Great God of Reason,
View my in-humbled Soul, see how it lies
Before thy sight, a weeping Sacrifice.
I know thou knowst I am a hainous sinner,
Yet pity me, that am a young beginner
In this rich art of begging: Do not slight
My real prayers; I know thou tak'st delight
In being merciful; Oh let me not
Return unanswer'd, or my prayers forgot:
Oh hear the sorrows of my bleeding state,
Let my complaints make thee compassionate,
And let the fervor of my language turn
Thy thoughts to pity; quench these flames that burn
My wasting Soul; speak peace to me, that find
A civil war in my uncivil mind:
Oh I have tasted of thy hot displeasure
Too much, Ah shall thy vengeance know no measure?
Say 'tis enough; though (Lord) I must confess
I have deserved more, yet give me less.
Thus with a melting heart I end my Suit,
Ah me! how bitter is forbidden fruit!

Gods Reply.

Adams Lamentation.

THE SECOND BOOK OF GODS LOVE, AND Mans Unworthiness.

A DIALOGUE Between the Soul and Satan.

Sat.
Soul, th'art well met.

Sou.
'Tis true, for I am well.

Sat.
Say, wither art thou going?

So.
Not to Hel.

Sat.
Pish, talk no more of that, but tel me whither
Thou go'st; come, prethee let's go both together.

Sou.
A pretty motion; when I want a guide
Ile send for thee, till then thou art deny'd
To be my Usher.

Sat.
Prethee tell me why
Thou art so obstinate, as to deny
So free a courtesie as I have shewn;
Mischance oft falls to them that walk alone:
Be not so much averse as to neglect
This opportunity; I can protect
Thy feet from sliding; dangers still attend
Those that despise the favors of a friend.

Sou.
A friend! how canst thou prove that title?

Sat.
How?
As thus; because I'm willing to allow
The best assistance of my ready arm
To guide, nay and protect thee from all harm;
Therefore a friend.

So.
What you pretend to shew
Is but external; he that can bestow
Internal friendship on a Soul distress'd
Is a true friend; no matter for the rest.
If Heav'n will guide my Soul I shall not stray,
Or fear the evils of a dangerous way:
But as for you, I needs must borrow leave
To say, your friendship's only to deceive;
Confusion paths your ways, and if I run
By your advise, I needs must be undon.
God bids me fly from sin if I refuse
Obedience to his will, I shall abuse
His just commands; then will my sorrows cry,
When Mercy stops, Judgment begins to fly.

Sat.
Desist (fond Soul) and labour to divorce
Thy lips from this too fabulous discourse;
Guild not thy words with vanity, perswade
These thoughts (which are erronious) to evade
Thy serious mind; advise, and thou shalt see
My ways are best, be principl'd by me:
Let not the swing of passion strike thee down,
But follow me, 'tis I must give a Crown
To thy deserts, 'tis I that can advance
Thy down-cast Soul above the reach of chance;
'Tis I (mistaken Soul) 'tis I alone
That must conduct thee to the sublime throne
Of true Salvation; 'tis my hand must bring
Thy trembling Soul before th'all-judging King
Of Heaven and Earth; it is my power can fill
Thy heart with joy; believe me, and I will.
Trust not the babling languages of those
That seem thy friends, but are thy greatest foes;
They're great to thy destruction, they'l connive
And fawn, nay almost bury thee alive;
They'l talk of Heav'n and Hell, they tell thee stories
Of endless, boundless, unconceived glories;
They'l tell thee of Eternity, and woo
Thy Soul out of thy ears, if thou'lt bestow
Thy pains to hear them; they'l infuse, and brew
Their own designs, and tell thee all is true
That they declare; they'l tell thee that they're sent
As Messengers from Heav'ns high Parliament.
Believe me Soul, 'tis I that can display
The Gospels Colours better far then they;
There's nothing in that volume so obstruce,
But I can winde and twist it to my use:
And there is nothing in this world can be
Stil'd worth a work, but can be done by me:
I can do all, it lies within my power
To make thee Poor or rich in half an hour:
I can command whole Legions to attend
Upon my honour: Say, what nobler friend
Canst thou imbrace; I'le be a friend to all
That will give audience to my faithful call;
I'le make them swell with riches, they shall have
As much, nay if not more, then they can crave:
Am I not rare, and rich, and high, and great,
Incomprehensible? Is not my seat
The throne of happiness? Yet cannot I
Invite thee to my sweet eternity?
Come gentle Soul into my twining arms,
I'le hug thee, I'le delight thee with my charms,
I'le shew thee all my Joys, nothing shall lie
Hid from the view of thy all-gazing eye:
Happy, beyond expression.

Sou.
Satan, stay
The Progress of thy tongue, and give me way,
That I may vent my thoughts, for you have spoke
At large already; and is this the stroke
Which you intend shall wound me? Be assur'd,
The blows but small, and well may be endur'd.

Sat.
What, mov'd to passion! Is thy mind disturb'd
With foul mistrust? pray let those thoughts be curbd:
What, dost thou think I am perfidious? Fie;
'Tis folly to condemn before you try.
Alas, alas! what Profit can accrue
To me by wronging such a Soul as you?
What I express is onely for your good,
But what is more (then grave advice) withstood?
I doubt these weak, these empty thoughts presage
A tempest, guarded with a storm of rage:
Well then, storm on, and when thy storm is spent,
Sit down and meditate, and then repent.

Sou.
Repent, Oh happy word! although exprest
By a foul mouth; those that repent are blest.
How dare thy hellish lips usurp a word
Fill'd with divinity, but will afford
No rest, no comfort, to thy horrid Soul?
Begone, begone; and if thou canst condole
Thy selfe, thou art (if Logick prove but true)
Curst in the Major, and the Minor too.
Bless me, O Heav'n: What blust'ring stormy weather
Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither?
Touch-stone of baseness, dost thou come to prove
Whether I'm gold, or dross? thou mayst remove
Thy forward hopes, because I hope to be
Metal at last for Heav'n, and not for thee.
Begone, fallacious wretch, I cannot brook
Thy golden baits, I have descry'd thy hook:
Father of lyes, thy policy is built
Upon the sands, and plaster'd o're with guilt:
Thy tongue foretels a storm; if so, be sure
Thy sand-built policy shall not endure:
Flattery's the life of baseness, and that art
Is well imprinted in thy subtile heart:
Dost thou believe that I can entertain
Belief from thee? Or dost thou think to raign
Within my brest? No, no; thy cloudy powers
Are at the best but falsifying showers:
Be satisfi'd, I cannot give the least
Of credit to thee, nor I dare not feast
My thoughts with such uncertainties; I know
Thy dyet must and will corrupt to woe.
Thou bidst me not condemn! before I make
Some tryal of thy trust; If I should take
Such green advise, I quickly should undo
My wretched selfe; and in condemning yo
What profit could I have; or what reliefe
Could I expect to mitigate my grief,
My accusations would be blown as dust
Before the wind; I'le neither try, nor trust.

Sat.
Nor try, nor trust? Art thou resolv'd to cross
My real motions? Do, and see whose loss
Will prove most weighty; if I lose the heat
Of thy weak love, my loss will not be great;
But if I should withdraw my love from thee,
How like a map of well-drawn misery
Wouldst thou appear? Be wise, corect thy thoughts;
Neglected favors prove the greatest faults.
Take my instructions, for 'tis I must bring
Content unto thee; 'tis a glorious thing
To be immortal: prethee Soul decline
Thy former ways; say, shall I call thee mine?
Mine; mine thou art; I'le load thee with renown;
Let me but conquer, thou shalt wear the crown.

Sou.
'Tis not your empty words shall make my brest
Stoop to the flatt'ry of thy vain request;
Though I have ears to hear, I have a mind
That will not shake at the hard breathing wind
Of your discourse; what you pretend for reason
Is nothing but the froth of private treason:
'Tis not your multiloquious tongue can turn
The Bias of my Soul, or make me spurn
At holy Writs; 'tis not your fond conceit
Of being good, shall make me to retreat
From Heav'ns Commands; 'tis not your promis'd joys
Can make me cheerfull: or your painted toys
Can lure me to your fist; 'tis not the dart
Of your vain love can penetrate my heart;
'Tis not your seeming clemency can make
My Soul to love you, for your Pities sake;
'Tis not your always-open gates that shall
Intice my steps to your large Guilded Hall;
'Tis not your selfe-appearance shall invite
My well-composed thoughts to your delight;
'Tis not your greatness that shall make me yield
To your desires; Religion is my sheild:
Ile neither fear nor love your rash evasions,
Nor give attendance to your smooth perswasions:
'Tis difficult to serve two Masters well;
Who strays from Heav'n must needs approach to Hell.
I am advis'd to shun the broad-path'd ways
That lead to ruine; what the Scripture says
I must believe; 'Tis dangerous to fly
Without the wings of true divinity:
The Scriptures are my way, my light, my guide,
And they that go without them needs must slide:
The paths are strait in which I ought to run
The course of grace, untill my days are done;
And they that change a virtue for a vice,
Deserve no fruit from Heav'ns blest Paradise.

Sat.
Surcease those fond conceits, thou dost but spin
Thine own destructions, and connive at sin:
Urge not the Scriptures, for I dare maintain
My paths are best, and other ways are vain:
Thy Scripture-conscience will at last confound
Th'amazed thoughts, and give thy Soul a wound
That hates a cure, then shalt thou prove unblest,
Whilst others find the plainest road's the best.
Suppose thou wert (I speak it for thy sake)
Mov'd by occasions, forc'd to undertake
A long-way'd journey, woulst thou not enquire
The readiest way, but run into the mire?
If thou shouldst act a crime so fouly bad,
Folly would stile thee fool, and Wisdome mad.
Stray not into the wilderness of grief,
But come to me, take courage, and be brief
In thy designs; perswade thy selfe, that I
Am both thy light, thy way, and best supply
In time of need; I am thy prop, thy stay;
Therefore resolve, and trifle not away
Thy thriftless Soul, be not thy selfe-destroyer;
I'le be thy love, and thou my Loves enjoyer:
Know that my real brest contrives no end,
But what may merit so divine a friend
As thine own selfe: Folly and wisdom lies
Before thy face; be either fool, or wise:
Protract no time, but make a speedy choyce,
Thy welfare shall instruct me to rejoyce;
Observe my actions, pry into my parts,
Let's know each other by exchange of hearts;
I'le give thee mine, and for my love restore
Thine unto me; grant this, Ile ask no more.
Be free to give, as I am free to crave;
Th'adst better live my friend, than dye my slave:
For if thou shalt deny what I desire,
Ile make my bellows to advance the fire
Of thy distress, and sorrows shall corrode
Thy stubborn heart, and care shall make abode
Within thy breast; perpetuated grief
Shall find a voyce, but ramble from relief.
Ile gripe thee, till I make thee understand
The fiery language of my furious hand:
Sighings, and groaning, sobs, and tears, and cries,
Shall be thy sad Concomitants; thine eyes
Shall stare upon (well may I call them new
And horrid) lights, such lights as shall renew
Thy growing torments; every thing shall be
Thy fellow-slaves in servile miserie:
I'le yoke thee with distress, nay and I'le chain
Thy struggling Soul with everlasting pain:
I'le crow'd thee full of sorrows, and I'le double
Thy unconceived, uncontrouled trouble,
Whilst I, triumphing I, will sit aloft,
And be ador'd, and scoffe to see thee scofft:
Pity shall be a stranger to my brest;
My care shall be to make thy Soul unblest:
The tydes of woe shall overflow thy thoughts,
And be equivalent unto thy faults;
Be sure, that what extremity can be
Thought worth the using, shall be us'd on thee:
Now I have spoke, if thou wilt not repent
I'le cease to speake, and study to torment.

Sou.
How full of poyson's every word that flows
Out of thy mouth? What trust can I repose
In such a flatterer? I dare not try,
Or throw my selfe upon thy courtesie:
I know thou canst not answer my request;
There is no trust in a selfe-praising brest.
If I should dive into the deep abyss
Of thy black thoughts, what glory, or what bliss
Should I discern? Or if I should deliver
My heart to thee, thou'dst disrespect the giver;
Though at the first perhaps thou wouldst express
A seeming-unbeseeming thankfulness,
Yet at the last I know thou wouldst decline
Thy promis'd ways, and stile me to be thine.
Fair words find easie passage, they proceed
But from the tongue, th'event stil crowns the deed.
Three things denote a friend; first to conceal
A secret speech: the next is, to reveal
A private good; the last is, to advise
The safest way t'obtain an enterprise:
And he that can do this, as you pretend,
Deserves the title of a real friend:
But my Religion tutors me to say,
(Nay and affirm,) You neither can, nor may;
I'm sure it is (if reason dare prove true)
One thing to speak, another thing to do.
Your words are airy messengers, which fly
Into my ears, and there enroul a lye:
Many untruths have broke the common Goal
Of thy foul mouth; thou sayst thou canst prevail
To make me glorious, and thou canst encrease
My Joys, and crown me with eternal peace:
Thou sayst th'art good and great, & that thy paths
Lead to Salvation; thou declar'st thy Laws
To be most just: if all these things be true,
I needs must call the Scriptures false, or you:
Truth bids me tell thee boldly, when thou cry'st
Th'art great, and good, and rich, and rare, thou ly'st:
If thou art good and great, pray tell me why
Thou wilt behold so vile a wretch as I?
These things bespeak thee humble, unto which
Thou plead'st not guilty; and if thou art rich,
How can it be, that thou wilt condescend
To feed my wants, that am so poor a friend?
Strange is that charity, which seems to shine
From such a diabolick brest as thine.
If my beliefe could keep an equal pace
With thy swift tongue, how full of Faith & Grace
Should I appear? Such Faith as would devast
My wanton Soul, and make me weep as fast.
It is impossible to find a Sion
That has no Governor, except a Lyon.

The Souls Petition to God.

Sat.
What impious tongue is that which dares defie
My power with so much boldnesse?

So.
Wretch, 'tis I;
'Tis I (infernall Traytor) that will spend
My strength to prove thou art a flatt'ring friend.

Sat.
Move me to anger, do, and thou shallt find
A courteous friend at last may prove unkinde:
Have I not woo'd thee almost night and day
To goe to Heaven?

Sou.
The quite contrary way.

Sat.
Have I not labour'd like a watchfull father
To nourish thee?

Sou.
Or like a Devill rather.

Sat.
Have I not alwayes taken great delight?

Soul.
To take away good gold, and give me light.

Sat.
How much nocturnall and diurnall care
Have I sustain'd for thee?

Sou.
True, t'insnare.

Sat.
Have I not been assiduous to await
Upon thy pleasure?

Sou.
and corrupt my state.

Sat.
Have I not proffer'd all that can be given
To a sick Soul?

Sou.
To drive my Soul from Heaven.

Sat.
Did I not promise to be true and just?

Sou.
Did I not say, I'de neither try nor trust?

Sat.
Did I not promise that I'de make thee wise?

Sou.
Did I not say thou wert compos'd of lyes?

Sat.
Did I not promise to encrease thy store?

Sou.
Did I not say such wealth would make me poor?

Sat.
Did I not promise to advance thy flame?

Sou.
Did I not say thy honours were thy shame?

Sat.
Did I not promise to uphold thy peace?

Sou.
Did I not say such warres would never cease?

Sat.
Did I not promise thee a Crown of life?

Sou.
Did I not say that Crown would Crown my strife?

Sat.
Did I not promise thee eternall glory?

Sou.
Did I not say that promise was a story?

Sat.
Did I not promise I would give thee all?

Sou.
Did I not say such promises were small?

Sat.
Did I not tell thee I was great and good?

Sou.
Did I not answer 'twas in shedding blood?

Sat.
Did I not tell thee that my wayes were best?

Sou.
Did I not answer that they were unblest?

Sat.
Did I not tell thee that thou shouldst have joy?

Sou.
Did I not answer such as would destroy?

Sat.
Did I not tell thee that I did lament?

Sou.
Did I not answer that I was content?

Sat.
Did I not tell thee what a friend I'd prove?

Sou.
Did I not answer that I could not love?

Sat.
Thus by fair terms I labour'd to obtain,

Sou.
Thus in foul terms I told thee 'twas in vain.

Sat.
Then I begin to threaten thee with grief,

Sou.
And then I fled to Heav'n, and found relief.

Sat.
I threatened to afflict thee with large pains,

Sou.
I told thee such afflictions were my gains.

Sat.
I told thee more than now I will expresse,

Sou.
My answers made thee wish I had spoke lesse.

Sat.
But now I see my real words can find
No rest within the center of thy mind;
For 'tis in vain to sow the seeds of life
In a dead heart that is manur'd with strife:
Ile therefore cease my importuning love,
I'le shew my Serpent, and keep close my Dove.
Do, doe thy worst, vile wretch, I'le make thee know
Griefes abstract, and the quintessence of woe;
I'le load thee with extremities, thy brest
Shall alwayes crave, but find no place of rest:
Had but my grave advise receiv'd a place
Within thy heart, thou hadst been fill'd with grace;
But now the inundations of thy trouble
Shall overflow thee, and I will redouble
My new contrived plagues; I'le make thee feel
My melting heart is now transform'd to steel:
Thy tongue shall (like a bolt of thunder) roul
And roar within thy mouth; thy sulphurous Soul
Shall flash forth lightening, and thy blood-red eyes
Shall blaze like Comets in the troubled Skies;
Thy teeth shall gnash, as if they scorn'd to be
Concomitants in so much misery:
Oh how I'le carbonado every part,
And fill thy body with increasing smart;
Thy Soul shall lure for death, but that shall hate
To pierce upon thee, and contemn thy state:
Life shall be still incroaching, but thy breath
Shall scorn that life, and hate it unto death;
Thy flesh shall drop forth brimstone, and thy bones
Shall court each other in their crackling tones;
Horror shall be thy watchman, curses shall
Possess thy tongue, one torment still shall call
Upon another; when thy voyce shall cry
But for a drop; Confusion shall reply,
No, no, thou shalt not; if a golden Myne
Could buy a drop, that drop should not be thine:
Then shalt thou say, if thou hadst been at first
Advis'd by me, thou hadst not been accurst:
Thus in this sad Dilemma shalt thou roar,
And crave my succour, but I'le not deplore
Thy woful state, because thou wert averse
To goodness, after folly comes a curse:
Then shalt thou know and find I will exile
All thoughts of pity, and I'le rather smile
Than grieve at thy distress; ah know, tis hard
To force an entrance where the gates are bar'd:
Fond Soul, be serious, let thy thought reflect
On my indulgency, and give respect
Unto my clemency; believe I will
Be good to thee, do but forsake thy ill;
Forsake, forsake that evill which will turn
To thy destruction; do not, do not burn
The precious fuel of thy chaste desires
In idle, wanton, all consuming fires
The post of Time is swift: and knows no stay;
Tis time to go when Reason calls away:
Protraction's dangerous; it is not good
To strive with that which scorns to be withstood.
Then do not thou procrastinate, but take
This opportunity, do but forsake
Thy former ways, and readily incline
Thy selfe to me, and I will make thee shine
With so much lustre, that all eyes shall gaze
Upon thy brightnes, and admire with praise:
Oh may my language teach thee to believe,
That so my torments may not make thee grieve
In utter darknesse, that thou mayst imbrace
Those glories, which adorn my peaceful place:
Repent, (dear Soul) repent what thou hast done,
Then call me father, and Ile love my son:
Thus having told thee all, I'le here desist;
Be thou more apt to yield than to resist.

Sou.
I find, I find you first inflict a wound
And then with balsom strive to make it sound:
You make me smile at first, but after groan;
One hand incloses bread, the other stone;
I fain would take the bread, but that I stand
In fear and danger of the stony hand:
Therefore, to shun all danger, I'le despise
Your fond advise, and practise to be wise:
If all should prove, that you have told me, true,
I know the best and worst that thou canst doe;
As for your threatnings, they shall not disturb
My peacefull thoughts, my faith shall be their curb:
Urge me no more, but let me rest in quiet,
Strong is that stomack can digest thy diet.

Sat.
And is it so? Will no perswasions work
Upon thy thoughts? Those pregnant crimes that lurk
Within thy brest, will, like to Scorpions, gnaw
Thy groaning heart; such sorrow knowes no Law;
But since thou wilt not be advis'd, expect
To find reward, as I have found neglect.
Ah, why fond wretch, why dost thou thus provide
Thy feeble self to strive against the tyde?
Alas, alas! why art thou lull'd asleep
In follies lap? Rouze up for shame, and weep
For thine infirmities; be not thus cross
To him that would preserve thee from a losse:
'Tis time to cast away the works of night
And cloath thee with the shining robes of light.

Sou.
If your strong Oratory had the skill
To make me yield to your unsatiate will,
It were enough; what more could you desire,
Than a bad period to your bad desire?
But stay (bold friend) I'le meditate and see
What fruit will spring from thine infernal tree.

Sat.
What, must I stay (vile wretch) till you dispute
And prove the goodnesse of my pleasing fruit?
Must I be alwayes waiting on the train
Of your desires, and spend my time in vaine?
No, no, I will not; for it is unfit
I should attend, if you will not submit:
Th'incensed fury of my spirits burn
To be in action, I will not adjourn
A minute longer; goe, and hug thy vice,
Thou lov'st the bargain, but abhor'st the price:
Urge me no more, away, I have forgot
All thoughts of friendship, and I know thee not:
And here I leave thee to the lawlesse power
Of thine own passion; cursed be that hour
That brought thee forth; if all this will not do,
May all men curse thee, and I'le curse thee too.

Sou.
And can the spring of thy affections find
So soon an Autumn? Canst thou be unkind
With so much ease? And can your real brest
(As you so call't) be so soon dispossest
Of love and patience? Oh how bad and strange
Is the effect of such a sudden change!
'Tis disputable, for I know not whether
Anger, or policy, or both together,
Wharft thee to these extreams: well then pursue
Thine owne desires, and I will bid adue
To all thy follies; yet my heart begun
T'expand it selfe before the glim'ring Sun
Of thy perswasions; if thy sharp'ned rage
Had not so soon exploded me the stage,
I fear, I fear, I have before this hour
Been prostituted to thy tamelesse power:
Begone, begone; but stay, hark Satan, hark,
Go boast you shot, but fairly miss'd the mark.

Sat.
Why dost thou bid me goe? I'm sure you speak
(As I have done) in jest, thou wilt not break
The bonds of friendship; though thou hast exprest
Thy selfe in anger, yet thou art in jest:
Those good conceits that live in th'inner places
Of my close heart, tells me th'art fill'd with graces:
But there is none that can proclaim and cry
They're free from rage, no not so much as I:
When I am angry, then my heart is pleas'd,
Because I'm satisfy'd; my mind is eas'd
Of a most pressing load, which seems to tire
And waste me with a brest-consuming fire.
“A wise mans eare must alwayes entertain
“Things spoke in passion to be void and vaine:
“The tongue's a restlesse member, and oft-times
“Out-runs the wit, and then it flyes and climbs
Above all sense: “When Reason finds divorce,
“The tongue proves subject to a headlong course.
What I have spoke observe, and thou shalt find
Proceeded from my passion, not my minde:
The misconstruction of a word may make
The dearest friends to vary, and forsake
The plains of friendship, though their hearts are free
From the curst evills of Inconstancy:
Therefore mistake me not, nor doe not thou
Construe my words with an incensed brow:
Smile on me then, and cheerfully impart
The loving chidings of a friendly heart;
Then shalt thou see with what a willing arm
I will conduct and guide thee from all harm:
Believe me Soul, I am not come to scatter
Uncertain stories, but a reall matter;
What I hold forth unto thee, is the stem
Of a pure heart, thou art the onely Jem
Shall grow upon it; come, and let's combine,
I shall rejoyce to see thee prove divine.

Sou.
The Bias of thy Love runs now so strong,
That I much feare 'twill not continue long;
I finde, I finde thou hast the art to saile
With any winde; thou labour'st to prevail,
But 'tis in vain, for know, I'le trust thee not,
My zealous heart is fearfull of a plot:
I cannot be so foolish as to trust
Without assurance that thou wilt be just:
Wilt thou be true? Speak with a real breath.

Sat.
I will be just (believe me) unto death;
I will, I will; oh may I never be
True to my self, if I am false to thee.

Sou.
If thou art just and constant, tell me where
Thy seat is plac'd, aud who is Prince of th'air;
Be true in this, and thou shalt find that I,
According to thy answer, will reply.

Sat.

Sou.
Before I suffer my swift thoughts to slide
Into more questions, I'le be satisfy'd
In what is past: If so it be, you have
No local Being, how then will you save
Those Hosts of Souls which you intend shall be
Seal'd with the Signet of Eternitie?
Did you not tell me, that your peacefull Seat
Was rich, sublime, (and without measure) great?
If thus it be, as 'tis exprest by you,
'Tis more than strange that 'tis not local too:
Clear but this doubt, and thou shalt quickly find
Those duties that attend an honest mind
Flow from my brest, till then I'le rest in peace,
As you perform, so shall my love encrease.

Sat.
Ambiguous Soul, why dost thou thus connive
At thine own follies? Why dost thou deprive
Thy self of comfort, comforts that will heal
Th'exulcerous sores of thy distemper'd weal?
Why art thou thus inquisitive? the thing
That thou desir'st to know (if known) will bring
Small satisfaction to thy dubious brest;
He's wise enough that knowes he shall be blest:
If you enquire in such a doubtfull case,
You'l loose your rest in seeking out the place.
Surcease thy thoughts, and do not proudly knock
Thy self in pieces, now thou knowst the rock:
Pry not too far, let secret things alone,
My Zodiack has more signs than must be known:
'Tis not the Heav'n of Heav'ns that can contain
Me, the Creator, and my glorious train:
I am even what I please, and I will be
Even where I will.

So.
Where's that?

Sa.
What's that to thee?
The knowledg of my Seat does no way tend
To thy salvation, therefore cease to spend
Such fruitlesse thoughts, cast by this needlesse care,
Learn to know what I am, no matter where.

Sou.
I must confesse, it is not good to pry
In things that suit not the capacity;
But seeing 'twas your pleasure to expresse
So much of friendship, I made bold t'addresse
My self unto you; pardon then my crimes,
You know that wisest men may doubt sometimes:
Your weights are light, or else your courage fail's,
You have not strength enough to turn the scales
Of my affections, yet you had almost
Droven my ill man'd ship upon your Coast,
The winds of your perswasions rage and roar
Within my brest I cannot find a shoar
For my desires; I'm tost from wave to wave,
And am become a most distracted slave:
Those heavenly thoughts which formerly frequented
The closet of my brest are now prevented
By base bred fancies, fancies that arise
From a foule brain and makes me to despise
Almost my self; I know not what to do,
I dare not, oh I dare not yeild to you;
And yet I hardly can believe thou wilt
Burthen thy conscience with so foul a guilt
As to betray me, sure thou art more kind
Than to abuse a well-affected mind;
But yet I dare not trust a Soul pursuer,
Because thou kill'st when thou pretend'st to cure.
I reel I reel (if not sustain'd) I shall
Receive a sudden and a deadly fall;
What shall I do in this deplor'd condition?
I feare, I fear I've lost my best Physician:
Try Satan, try, and see what may be done
For a sick Soul, that foolishly has run
Beyond it self; oh see what thou canst do
To give me ease, and then I'le call thee true.

Sat.

Sou.

Sou.

Sat.
Will nothing move thee? wilt thou still mistrust?
If faire meanes will not move thee, foul meanes must,
What dost thou think, my arm is grown so short
It cannot reach thee? dost thou think to sport
With my commands? say, thou imperious mite
Who gave thee being, who created light,
Who made the Heav'ns, the earth, the sea, reply
Audacious wretch, speak, was it thee, or I?
Thou vain contender, dost thou think to gaine
By striving with me, any thing but paine,
Oh no, thou shalt not, for I'le still renue
Thy pinching sorrows, therefore bid adue
To all thy comforts, for thou shalt no more
Inioy those blessings thou inioyd'st before,
Oh how thy horrid tongue shall roar and cry
With Dives for a drop, but no supply
Shall dare t'appear; the more thou crav'st, the less
Thou shalt be heard, for nothing shall expresse
The least of pleasure to thy per-boyl'd heart,
Thy chiefest food shall be perpetuall smart.
Be well assured that thy eares, thy eyes
Shall hear, nor see, nought but extremities,
Begon, begon, my fury hates delay,
Hell, and damnation be thy lot, away.

Sou.
Experience makes me understand thou art
A lively actor, of a deadly part,
I find the greatnesse of your swelling rage;
Your Prologue speaks 'twould be a bloudy stage
If you might act as King, but Heav'n prevent
The cursed plots of your accurst intent;
I fear thee not, because I know thy power
Is limitted, and thou canst not devoure
Without commission, therefore do thy worst,
And let thy envie swell untill it burst
And fall to nothing, my Creator gives
Me faith to say that my Redeemer lives,
And will protect me from the rage of those
That are my known and secret deadly Foes.
Thy thundring words shall not make me complying
For he's unwise that dyes for fear of dying;
Thus being guarded with the shield of grace
Ile spit defiance in thine impious face.
Thou art a Lyon, and thou seek'st for blood
How bad'ds that soul that dares to think thee good;
Urge me no more, cashiere thy fruitlesse trouble,
The more thou striv'st, the more Ile strive to double
My resolutions, for I dare not venture
To rest my heart on such a bloody center,
Oh no I dare not; he that shall let goe,
A certain friend, for a most certain foe,
Justly deserves, to have no other fame,
But what reproach can build upon his name;
Should I permit my rambling thoughts to glance
Upon thy love, the Plea of Ignorance
Could not be prevalent, because 'tis known
Unto the blest-united three in one
That I (by his assistance) have discry'd
Thy real flat'ry, and thy humble pride;
I dare affirm no greater pride can be
Then that that's acted with humility,
But here I'le stop and leave thee to inherit
Th'effects of a diabolique spirit.

Sat.
Accursed chatiffe, dost thou think to scape
The fury of my hand, or make a rape
Upon my goodnesse? no, the Sun and Moon
Shall stop their usuall progresses as soon
As I will change my mind; vengeance is mine
And I'le repay it, on that Soul of thine.
Begon, begon, expect thy sudden doom,
It is thy sins, give punishment a room:
Let everlasting Plagues, and horrour dwell
Within so fit a Soul; let black-mouth'd Hell
Remove his scituation, and so take
A still continuing Lease, oh let him make
A ten'ment of thee, dost thou think that I
Will hear thy Prayers? oh no I scorn thee, fye
Away, begon—

Sou.

Sat.
It is my goodnesse, and not thy desert
That breeds forbearance in my tender heart,
Alas, alas, what honour would acrue
To me in conquering such a thing as you,
I could within a moments time asswage,
(But that my clemency out-vies my rage)
Thy swelling fury, for I could discharge
Vollies of wrath, and easily inlarge
Thy restlesse torments, I could make thee run
(Like morning mists before the rising Sun)
Out of my presence, If I should but say
The word begon, alas thou couldst not stay,
But, ah, I cannot, for I hate to harme,
Love guides my strength, & that strength guides my arm.

So.
Even as the Sheepheard with bedewed locks
Watches the feeding of his harmlesse flocks
For fear the bold-fac'd Wolf should chance to peep
Into the coasts of his beloved sheep,
And like a lawlesse Tyrant, soon commence
(Against those Emblems, of pure innocence)
A bloody action, which would soon incite
The Sheepheards grief, to see so sad a sight,
So I th'eternall Sheepheard daily watch
My wel fed Lambs, for fear Hels wolf should catch
Or fright (not being fearfull to be bold)
My gentle flocks from their delightfull fold;
I am beloved, and mine own, will own
My sacred Name, my voyce is not unknown
Unto my Sheep, they alwayes will be all
Firmly obedient to my cheerfull call,
For which obedience they shall find reward
Nay such a one, as alwayes shall accord
To their desires, thrice happy shall they be
In truly calling, and in owning me
To be their Sheepheard, nothing can more please
M' indulgent soul, then such dear flocks as these,
I will preserve them, and no wolf shall dare
To seize upon them, or presume to teare
Their downy fleeces, nothing shall be nearer
Unto my heart, and nothing shall be dearer
In my affections, for I will affect
Even where, and when I finde a true respect.
What strange contusions hath thy language bred
Within my serious thoughts? how hast thou fed
My ears with flatteries, but it is in vaine;
Because my heart hath vow'd not to retaine
Thy fain'd expressions, nothing shall remove
My love from God, nor nothing make me love
Thy wretched self; then be content, and cease
To urge my mind, or interrupt my Peace.
Go, doe thy worst, And when that worst is done
Sit downe as wisely, as thou hast begun.

Sat.
Art thou resolv'd? Well then, let vengance light
Upon thy cursed head, begon, thou mite
(Nay lesse) of goodnesse, go, make haste t'inherit
Those plagues that wait upon so damn'd a spirit.

Sou.
May this be call'd a farewell, if it be,
The self same farewell must attend on thee;
I hate, nay, scorn to bid farewell to you,
Tis charity enough to bid, adieu.

The Souls Thankefulnesse, and Request to God.

Most gracious God, I having lately felt
The fervour of thy mercies, needs must melt
Into a thankfulnesse, Ah should I be
Ungratefull to so blest a God as thee
'Twere pity, ah 'twere pity, that the ayr
Should give me breath, or thy fierce hand forbear
To throw me headlong to the deep abiss
Of speedy ruine, where no comfort is:
Oh glorious Lord, be pleased to inflame
My heart with raptures, to extoll thy name;
Alas I'm weak, and if thou shouldst deny
Thy ayde, nothing could be more weak than I.
If thou wilt help me, I shall be so strong
That nothing can prevail to doe me wrong.
Lord, I am blind, oh therefore let thy light
Expell those clouds, that thus eclipse my sight;
Be thou my guide, my strength, my sight, my way,
Or else (being weak) I shall, or fall, or stray;
Oh leave me not, but as thou hast begun
To shew me mercy, let thy mercy run
With my desires, and grant that I may be
A true forgetter of all things, but thee:
And rather then I should forget thy call,
Oh let me have no memory at all;
Wean me, oh wean me from this nursing earth,
Make it my sorrow, and thy Throne my mirth.
Let every morning make me know, and say
Thy Lawes are Just, or let me know no day;
Let every ev'ning, or make me take delight
In thy commands, or let me know no night.
Inspire my heart [O God] and make it glad
Alwayes in thee, or make it alwayes sad;
If thou afflict'st me, make me understand,
Thou hast a storming, and a calming hand;
If Poverty oppresse me, whilst I live,
Oh let thy mercy send me friends to give;
Or if thy goodnesse please to send me store
O give me grace to think I may be poor.
It matters not, O Lord, how poor I be
Unto the world, if I am rich to thee:
If I am hungry, ô be thou my meat,
If I am weary, ô be thou my seat;
Or if I feast, O Lord, be thou my guest;
If I am restlesse, Lord, be thou my rest;
If I am thirsty, Lord, be thou my spring;
If I am subject, Lord, be thou my King;
If I have vertue, make me dote upon her;
If Honourable, be thou my honor:
And if I cannot know that which I would,
Be pleas'd to make me know, Lord, what I should
Then shall my ready lips expresse and show
I know no more, then thou wouldst have me know
My unty'd tongue shall evermore proclaime
Th'attendant glories of thy sacred Name.

Divine Ejaculations.

I.

[Great God, whose Scepter rules the Earth]

Great God, whose Scepter rules the Earth,
Distill thy fear into my heart,
That being rapt with holy mirth,
I may proclaim how good thou art,
Open my lips, that I may sing,
Full prayses to my God, my King.

Ejaculation II.

[Lord, make the torments we endure]

Lord, make the torments we endure
The Symptomes of thy Love, not wrath;
Thou art our Chiron, we thy cure
Our crime's, our sores, thy blood's our bath;
O we are weake, be thou as strong;
How long O Lord; O Lord, how long.

Ejaculation 3.

[Just Judge of earth, in whom we trust]

Just Judge of earth, in whom we trust
Make sharpe thy sword, and bend thy bow,
Consume the wicked; Save the Just,
For thou the Reines, and heart dost know:
Then shall our tongues sing forth thy praise,
And praise thy justice all our dayes.

Ejaculat. 4.

[Lord, teach us timely how to pray]

Lord, teach us timely how to pray,
And give us patience to expect;
Thou hatest sin; O guide our way;
Judge thou our Foes: The Just protect:
Then shall the wicked fall with shame,
And we will sing that love thy name.

Ejaculat. 5.

[Great Son of the eternall God]

Great Son of the eternall God
To whom the world subjected lyes,
Break not, but breed us with thy rod:
O we are foolish, make us wise:
And if thy wrath begin to flame,
Wee'l seek protection in thy Name.

Ejaculat. 6.

[Lord, if our enemies encrease]

Lord, if our enemies encrease,
And we invoke, bow down thine ear;
Be thou our shield, and make our peace,
And we will scorn what worldlings fear.
Great God of health, great Lord of rest;
O make us thine, and we are blest.

Ejaculat. 7.

[Thou righteous Hearer of Requests]

Thou righteous Hearer of Requests,
Make voyd the counsels of th'unjust;
Send peace into our trembling brests,
And fill our hearts with fear and trust:
If thou wilt make thy face to shine,
Let others joy in corn and wine.

Ejaculat. 8.

[Lord, thou whose equal hand allays]

Lord, thou whose equal hand allays
The poor mans grief, whose help thou art,
Incline my heart to give thee praise,
And I will praise thee with my heart:
Forsake me not; for, Lord trust,
As men are cruel, thou art just.

Ejaculat. 9.

[Lord, crush my Lyon-hearted Foes]

Lord, crush my Lyon-hearted Foes,
Rout them that seek to ruine me;
Rise up, O God, forget not those
Whose wrongs refer their cause to thee:
Or if the wicked must oppress,
Be thou not far from my distress.

Ejaculat. 10.

[Great God, thy Garden is defac'd]

Great God, thy Garden is defac'd,
The Weeds do thrive, thy Flowers decay;
O call to mind thy promise past,
Restore thou them, cut these away:
Till then, let not the Weeds have power
To starve or taint the poorest Flower.

Ejaculat. 11.

[Lord, leave us not too long a space]

Lord, leave us not too long a space;
O view our griefs, and hear our pray'r,
Clear thou our eyes, unvail thy face,
Lest Foes presume, and we despair.
Lord, make thy mercy our repose,
And we will sing amidst thy Foes.

Ejaculat. 12.

[Lord, teach me to renown thy Name]

Lord, teach me to renown thy Name,
Which through the World is so renown'd:
Let man thy glorious Works proclaime,
Whose head with glory thou hast crown'd.
As beasts to men subjected be,
So Lord subject mans heart to thee.

Ejaculat. 13.

[In all extreams, Lord, thou art still]

In all extreams, Lord, thou art still
The Mount whereto my hopes doe flee;
O make my Soul detest all ill,
Because so much abhor'd by thee.
Lord, let thy gracious tryals show
That I am just, or make me so.

Ejaculat. 14.

[Great God, whom Fools deny, how dare]

Great God, whom Fools deny, how dare
Our lips request thy glorious Eyes!
If thou but see, thou canst not spare,
And what thou seest, thou must despise.
Lord, make us hear thy saving voyce,
Then may'st thou see, and we rejoyce.

Ejaculat. 15.

[Lord, cleanse my heart, and guide my tongue]

Lord, cleanse my heart, and guide my tongue,
Preserve my lips from false deceit;
Protect my hands from doing wrong,
Teach whom to love, and whom to hate:
Instruct me how to take and give;
Lord, grant me this, and I shall live.

Ejaculat. 16.

[Lord, teach my Reins, that in the night]

Lord, teach my Reins, that in the night
My tutor'd Reins, may tutor me;
And keep me alwayes in thy sight,
For in thy sight all pleasures be:
Let not my soul in darkness stray,
O thou my life, O thou my way.

Ejaculat. 17.

[Behold my Right, and right my wrongs]

Behold my Right, and right my wrongs
Thou Saviour of all those that trust:
O I am weak, my Foes are strong,
Lord thou art gracious, thou art just.
O make me rightly prize this life,
And let thy glory be my strife.

Ejaculat. 18.

[Great God, my strengh at whose command]

Great God, my strengh at whose command,
Whil'st I serve thee, all creatures serve me,
Protect me from my Foe-mans hand;
O, as thou hast preserv'd, preserve me:
With peacefull conquest crown my days,
And I will crown thy power with praise.

Ejaculat. 19.

[Great God, the work of whose high hands]

Great God, the work of whose high hands
The glory of thy Name declare,
How perfect sweet are thy Commands!
How purely just thy Precepts are!
Cleanse all my sins, clear every spot,
Both open, secret, known, forgot.

Ejaculat. 20.

[Accept, O God, my holy fires]

Accept, O God, my holy fires,
Lead thou our Armies, give success,
Bless our designs, grant our desires;
O hear and help in our distress:
Preserv'd by thee, we shall prevail,
When Chariots flee, and horses fail.

Ejaculat. 21.

[O God, whose Judgments are severe]

O God, whose Judgments are severe,
And Mercies full of sweet compassion,
Scourge thou thy Foes, save those that fear,
Ravish my Soul with thy Salvation;
And I will spend my joyfull days
In Psalms of thanks, and Songs of praise.

Ejaculat. 22.

[My Jesus, thou that wert no less]

My Jesus, thou that wert no less
Then God, and yet with men forlorn,
Earths Comforter, yet comfortless,
Heavens Glory, yet to men a scorn.
What thanks shall I return to thee,
That wert all this, and more for me!

Ejaculat. 23.

[Great Shepherd of my Soul, thy hand]

Great Shepherd of my Soul, thy hand
Both gives me food, and guides my way;
Subject my will to thy command,
And I shall never starve, nor stray.
If thou wilt keep me in thy sight,
Thy House shall be my whole delight.

Ejaculat. 24.

[Lord, purge my heart, and cleanse my hand]

Lord, purge my heart, and cleanse my hand,
Direct my tongue, and guide my will;
For nothing that's unclean can stand
Within thy great, thy glorious Hill.
Lift up my heart, deprest with sin,
And let the King of Glory in.

Ejaculat. 25.

[Lord, guide my footsteps in thy truth]

Lord, guide my footsteps in thy truth,
And let thy grace be my repose;
Forgive the frailties of my youth,
And free me from my causless Foes:
Redeem thine Israel from their hand,
And bring me to thy promis'd Land.

Ejaculat. 26.

[Lord, keep me just and judg my right]

Lord, keep me just and judg my right,
Prove thou my reins, and try my heart;
O make thy Temple my delight,
And fix my dwelling where thou art:
Redeem my Soul, confirm my ways,
And give me power to give thee praise.

Ejaculat. 27.

[My God, whose fear drives fear away]

My God, whose fear drives fear away,
Shew me the beauty of thy House;
Preserve me in the evil day,
That I may sing and pay my vows.
Lord, grant me fear, and guard my path;
Give patience, and with patience, Faith.

Ejaculat. 28.

[O God, be thou my living Rock]

O God, be thou my living Rock,
Where to my restless Soul may fly:
Blest be thy name; when I in voke,
Thou hear'st my suit and send'st supply.
My Foes confound, or else convert,
Or weaken, that they may not hurt.

Ejaculat. 29.

[Shall Mountain, Desert, Beast, and tree]

Shall Mountain, Desert, Beast, and tree,
Yield to that heavenly Voyce of thine,
And shall that voyce not startle me,
Nor stir this stone, this heart of mine?
No, Lord; till thou new-bore mine ear
Thy Voyce is lost, I cannot heare.

Ejaculat. 30.

[Lord, let the evening of my grief]

Lord, let the evening of my grief
Be followed with a morning joy:
Hear thou my cry, and send relief,
That tak'st no pleasure to destroy:
If thou wilt lenghten out my days,
Their task shall be to sing thy praise.

Ejaculat. 31.

[Lord, thou that hoord'st thy Grace for those]

Lord, thou that hoord'st thy Grace for those
That love and fear thy sacred Name,
Redeem me from my conqu'ring Foes,
And vindicate my trust from shame:
Give me fair Conquest at the end,
Till then, true courage to attend.

Ejaculat. 32.

[Let my confession lanch my sore]

Let my confession lanch my sore,
And let forgiveness cure my wound;
Lord, teach me early to implore,
For I am lost till thou art found:
Then shall my joyfull Songs express
Thy Praises, and my thankfulness.

Ejaculat. 33.

[Great Lord of Wonders, thou by whom]

Great Lord of Wonders, thou by whom
My heart was fram'd and form'd alone,
From whose high Power all powers come,
That didst but say, and it was done;
Appoint the remnant of my dayes
To see thy Power, and sing thy praise.

Ejaculat. 34.

[Lord, let the Sun-shine of thy face]

Lord, let the Sun-shine of thy face
So clear mine eyes, so cleanse my heart,
That being season'd with thy grace,
My Soul may taste how sweet thou art.
O let thy mercy make me just,
And then my heart shall fear and trust.

Ejaculat. 35.

[Lord plead my cause, and right my wrong]

Lord plead my cause, and right my wrong,
And take my Snarers in their snare;
O be not from me, Lord, too long,
Lest they triumph, and I despair.
Let all my foes be cloth'd with shame,
Whil'st I sing praises to thy Name.

Ejaculat. 36.

[Fountain of Light, and living Breath]

Fountain of Light, and living Breath,
Whose Mercies never fail nor fade,
Fill me with life that hath no death,
Fill me with light that hath no shade:
Confound the proud in their pretence,
And let thy wings be my defence.

Ejaculat. 37.

[Be thou my Trust, my God, and I]

Be thou my Trust, my God, and I,
When sinners thrive, will not repine;
Or if my wants should want supply,
I will not fret, I will not whine:
What if their wealth, my wants, increase,
They shall have plagues at last, I peace.

Ejaculat. 38.

[Lord, in thy wrath correct me not]

Lord, in thy wrath correct me not,
For I confess and hate my sin;
My flesh consumes, my bones do rot,
I've pains without, and pangs within.
O thou that art the God of Rest,
Release my sin, relieve my brest.

Ejaculat. 39.

[Lord, curb my tongue, and make me see]

Lord, curb my tongue, and make me see
How few my days, how short their lenght:
Incline my heart to trust in thee;
Remove thy scourge, or give me strengh:
I am a Pilgrim, heare me cry,
And send some comfort ere I dye.

Ejaculat. 40.

[Lord, thou whose Mercies do exceed]

Lord, thou whose Mercies do exceed,
O fill my language with thy praise,
Stand thou my Helper at my need,
Confound the wicked in their ways:
Be thou my comfort in my grief,
And crown my Patience with relief.

Ejaculat. 41.

[Lord, if thy pleasure make me poor]

Lord, if thy pleasure make me poor,
Thou wilt bless them that give me bred;
If thy sick hand hath scourgd me sore,
That hand that struck will make my bed.
Sustain me, Lord, be thou my Store,
I shall be neither sick nor poor.

Ejaculat. 42.

[My God, full tears are all the dyet]

My God, full tears are all the dyet
That feed my sad, my drooping brest:
In my distress, in my disquiet,
Be thou my Stay, be thou my Rest:
Be thou my God in my relief,
And I will triumph in my grief.

Ejaculat. 43.

[Lord, right my wrongs, and plead my right]

Lord, right my wrongs, and plead my right
Against all those that seek my Ill;
O let thy perfect Truth and light
Conduct me to thy holy Hill:
Then shall thy Alter make relation
Of thy due Praise, and my Salvation.

Ejaculat. 44.

[Lord, our-fathers found redress]

Lord, our-fathers found redress
In all their frights, in all their fears;
Wilt thou be dumb to my distress,
And not my God, as well as theirs?
Redeem ny Soul, whose loyall knee
Ne're bow'd to any God, but thee.

Ejaculat. 45.

[Great Bridegroom, fill thy dearest Spouse]

Great Bridegroom, fill thy dearest Spouse
With outward glory, inward graces;
May she forget her fathers house,
And onely cling to thy embraces:
Affect her heart with Love and Duty,
And then take pleasure in her Beauty.

Ejaculat. 46.

[Lord, help me when my griefs doe call]

Lord, help me when my griefs doe call,
In my distresse O be thou near;
Then if Earth change, or Mountains fall,
I will not faint, I will not fear.
Shew me thy Wonders, and inflame
My heart to magnifie thy Name.

Ejaculat. 47.

[Lord, let thy Judgments fill all those]

Lord, let thy Judgments fill all those
That love thy Mount with joy and mirth;
Confound and crush all Sions Foes,
Sion the glory of the Earth:
Let all that love thy Sions glory,
Recount her State, repeat her Story.

Ejaculat. 48.

[Lord, teach me wisely to contemn]

Lord, teach me wisely to contemn
All goods that transitory be,
Let me not stand possest of them,
If they be not possest in thee.
If I be wealthy, and not wise,
I live but like a beast that dyes.

Ejaculat. 49.

[Lord God of gods, before whose Thorne]

Lord God of gods, before whose Thorne
Stand fire and storms, O what shall we
Return to Heav'n that is our own,
When all the world belongs to thee!
We have no offering to impart,
But praises, and a wounded heart.

Ejaculat. 50.

[Lord, if thy mercies purge my heart]

Lord, if thy mercies purge my heart,
Conceiv'd in lust, and born in sin,
Breathe truth into my inward part,
Renew me a firm spirit within:
Then let thy goodnesse not detest
The ruines of a broken brest.

Ejaculat. 51.

[Let others boast in gold, and prize]

Let others boast in gold, and prize
Ev'l more then good, and love deceit,
Thy Mercies, Lord, are my supplies,
And on thy name will I await.
Lord, let thy Mercies still inure
My brest to love the thing that's pure.

Ejaculat. 52.

[Lord, if thou take away thy hand]

Lord, if thou take away thy hand,
How all compos'd of fears are we!
What arm can save? what strengh can stand?
When Man, poor man's forsook by thee?
Lord, keep my Faith in thee unshaken,
For thou forsak'st not till forsaken.

Ejaculat. 53.

[Lord, let thy name secure and free]

Lord, let thy name secure and free
My threat'ned Soul from all my Foes;
Stand thou with them that stand for me,
Support all these, suppress all those:
Then shall my Soul division run
Upon thy Praise, till Time be done.

Ejaculat. 54.

[Hearer of Prayers, confound my Foes]

Hearer of Prayers, confound my Foes,
That bruise my tortur'd Soul to dust:
In man, alas, there's no repose;
Foes have no pity, Friends no trust.
My trust is in thy Word, which saies,
They shall not live out half their daies.

Ejaculat. 55.

[O God, the malice of my Foes]

O God, the malice of my Foes
Encreaseth daily more and more;
But, Lord, thou art my safe repose,
Thou art my strength, thou art my store:
Be thou my gracious God, and then
I will not fear the pow'r of men.

Ejaculat. 56.

[Be gracious, Lord, unto my grief]

Be gracious, Lord, unto my grief,
For in thy shadow doe I trust;
O send me plentifull relief,
For thou art mercifull and just;
Then shall my spirits utter forth
Twi-light Hosanna's to thy worth.

Ejaculat. 57.

[Lord, keep me from those hearts and tongues]

Lord, keep me from those hearts and tongues
That practice mischief from the womb;
Weigh right to them that weigh us wrongs,
And let confusion be their doom;
But let the Just be fill'd with mirth,
And fear that God that rules the earth.

Ejaculat. 58.

[Lord, save me from my Foes; make voyd]

Lord, save me from my Foes; make voyd
Their Plots, and all their Counsels vain;
For ever let them be destroy'd,
For in thy hand my hopes remain:
And I will alwaies spend my daies
In Hymns of thanks, and Songs of praise.

Ejaculat. 59.

[Lord, though we feel the bitter taste]

Lord, though we feel the bitter taste
Of thy displeasure for a while;
Yet thou art gracious, and at last
Thy angry brow that frown'd will smile.
Oh when that storm is over-blown,
Thou'lt trample those that tread us down.

Ejaculat. 60.

[Lord, hear my troubled voice, and bring]

Lord, hear my troubled voice, and bring
My Soul to that sweet Rock of Rest;
Protect all those that strive to sing
Thy praises with a chearful brest:
Let comfort with our years increase,
That we may praise thy Name in peace.

Ejaculat. 61.

[Lord God, from whom all mercy springs]

Lord God, from whom all mercy springs,
Instruct my hopes to wait on thee;
Teach me what vain and fruitless things
The helps of what is earthly be.
All strength belongs to thee alone,
'Tis thou, my God, must help, or none.

Ejaculat. 62.

[Lord, how I long to see thy face]

Lord, how I long to see thy face,
That I might spend me in thy praise!
Thou art my glory in disgrace;
Sustain my steps, direct my ways:
Thou art my Refuge; when opprest
With grief, my Joy; with toyl, my Rest.

Ejaculat. 63.

[Lord, hide me from my bloudy Foes]

Lord, hide me from my bloudy Foes,
For in thy goodnesse doe I trust;
Protect my sought-for life from those
That shoot in secret for the just.
So then shall I that fear thy Name
Have cause of glory, they of shame.

Ejaculat. 64.

[Thou gacious Hearer of Requests]

Thou gacious Hearer of Requests,
Hide all my sins behind thy merits;
Showre down thy Spirit into our brests,
And drop thy grace into our spirits;
That from our faith rich works may spring,
And give us cause to shout and sing.

Ejaculat. 65.

[Lord, if thy flame must needs be felt]

Lord, if thy flame must needs be felt,
Let us be purged in that flame;
Let our rebellious spirits melt
Into the Praises of thy Name;
That we being tutor'd, and kept under,
May fear with love, and love with wonder.

Ejaculat. 66.

[Lord, let thy favour still inflame]

Lord, let thy favour still inflame
Our light'ned hearts to walk thy wayes,
That all the World may praise thy Name,
And all the Earth may sing thy Praise:
So fructifie our hearts, that we
May blesse thy Name, being blest by thee.

Ejaculat. 67.

[Lord, rise in power within my heart]

Lord, rise in power within my heart,
And chase my sins, thy Foes, and mine,
Then shall I see thee as thou art,
In Glory great, in Power divine:
So I, more white then Snow, shall sing
Thy wayes, and praise my God, my King.

Ejaculat. 68.

[To that sweet Lamb, which did sustaine]

To that sweet Lamb, which did sustaine
Grief above weight, Paine above measure,
Whose stripes, and scoffs, and grief, and paine,
Were only purchas'd by our pleasure,
Be Honor, Glory, Praises, given
By Souls on Earth, by Saints in Heaven.

Ejaculat. 69.

[Let shame be their due recompense]

Let shame be their due recompense
That seek to wound my Soul with shame:
Be thou their help, and strong defence,
That seek thee Lord, and love thy Name.
Make haste, O God, for I doe waste
My Soul with grief; O God, make haste.

Ejaculat. 70.

[Lord, thou that underneath thy wing]

Lord, thou that underneath thy wing
Didst keep me in, and from the womb,
Assist my age, that it may sing
Thy praise in ages yet to come.
Preserve my Soul, protect my name;
Shame be to them that seek my shame.

Ejaculat. 71.

[Great Prince of peace, whose Kingdome brings]

Great Prince of peace, whose Kingdome brings
Justice, Redemption, Power, and Peace,
That bends the knees and hearts of Kings,
And fill'st all Nations with encrease,
All praises, Honour, Glory, be
Ascrib'd alone, great Prince, to thee.

Ejaculat. 72.

[O God, whose dreadfull Voyce, like Thunder]

O God, whose dreadfull Voyce, like Thunder,
Affrights the Earth, and shakes the Ayr,
Whose Works and Ways are full of wonder,
That hear'st my plaints, and grant'st my pray'r,
Forsake me not, but when I stray,
O let thy Crook reform my way,

Ejaculat. 73.

[O thou, whose Mercy did begin]

O thou, whose Mercy did begin
Before all Time, unty'd to Times,
As thou forgav'st our Fathers Sin,
Be likewise gracious to our Crimes:
Th'art now a God, as well as then,
And we as they, no more than men.

Ejaculat. 74.

[O God, the Sion of my Soul]

O God, the Sion of my Soul
Is wholly desolate and waste,
Where thou shouldst rule, my lusts controul;
O Lord, relieve; O God, make haste:
Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim
Eternal Praises to thy Name.

Ejaculat. 75.

[Glorious Creator, once more shine]

Glorious Creator, once more shine
On this our poor distressed Land;
Defend, and dress thy fading Vine,
And blesse the Man of thy right hand:
Let thy Free-grace inflame our hearts,
And we will sing thy praise in parts.

Ejaculat. 76.

[O God, our Song, our Strength, whose hand]

O God, our Song, our Strength, whose hand
Hath broke our bonds, and set us free,
Incline our hearts to thy Command,
And we will own no God but thee;
Conduct and feed us as thy Flock,
And give us honey from thy

Psal. 81. 16.

Rock.

Ejaculat. 77.

[Direct, O God, the Judges brest]

Direct, O God, the Judges brest,
Preserve his hands, his eyes upright,
That he may vindicate th'opprest,
And guard him from injurious might:
O let him know that he shall be,
As Judg of others, judg'd by thee.

Ejaculat. 78.

[Lord, cast thine eyes upon thy Foes]

Lord, cast thine eyes upon thy Foes,
Confound their Troops, that are combin'd
Against thy Flock, which thou hast chose,
Make them like chaff before the wind:
Defeat their plots with sudden shame,
That they may seek Jehovah's Name.

Ejaculat. 79.

[Lord, teach mine eyes, my will, my heart]

Lord, teach mine eyes, my will, my heart,
To see, to choose, and to desire
Thy beautious Courts wherein thou art;
O fill my thoughts with holy fire.
Be thou my Sun, whose glorious Rayes
May light my Soul to sing thy praise.

Ejaculat. 80.

[O God, remit thy Peoples Sin]

O God, remit thy Peoples Sin,
And shew the Sun-shine of thy Face,
Repress thy fury, and begin
T'inspire us with thy saving grace;
That Righteousnesse and Truth may meet,
And light our hearts, and lead our feet.

Ejaculat. 81.

[Great Spring, from whence all mercy flows]

Great Spring, from whence all mercy flows
To them that trust and love thy Name,
Give me thy strength, and then my Foes
Shall see thy greatness, and their shame:
Be thou my Way, my Truth, my Light,
So shall I live, and die upright.

Ejaculat. 82.

[Sion, the glory of the Earth]

Sion, the glory of the Earth,
And Subject of my holy Passion,
May all the Well springs of my mirth
Be founded upon thy Foundation:
Of all delights I wish no other,
Then to be Son to such a Mother.

Ejaculat. 83.

[Lord, let thy fury cease to burn]

Lord, let thy fury cease to burn,
Or else my Soul must cease to be;
Can praises issue from the Urn?
What thanks can ashes give to thee?
Enough, if thou but undertake me,
Let death surprise, let friends forsake me.

Ejaculat. 84.

[Lord, thou whose Mercy fails not those]

Lord, thou whose Mercy fails not those
That build their trust upon thy Name,
Protect my Soul from all my Foes,
Then shall my tongue thy worth proclaim:
So shall the remnant of my daies
Be crown'd in Peace, and thou with Praise.

Ejaculat. 85.

[Eternal God, before whose Eyes]

Eternal God, before whose Eyes
A thousand years seem as a day,
Direct our hearts, and make us wise
To use that time, we cannot stay:
Send Joy in our sad hearts, and bless
Our prosperous actions with success.

Ejaculat. 86.

[Though thousands here, ten thousands there]

Though thousands here, ten thousands there,
Doe daily fall before mine eyes,
I will not faint, I will not fear,
Beneath the wings of the most High:
Let me be guarded, Lord, by thee,
Then I'le not fear, nor faint, nor flee.

Ejaculat. 87.

[Lord, purge my Soul, that I may learn]

Lord, purge my Soul, that I may learn
To read my Fortunes by thy hand;
Let my instructed Soul discern,
[illeg.] worldly bliss is not thy brand.
Lord, in thy Mercy make me thine,
I have enough, showre thou, or shine.

Ejaculat. 88.

[Great Monarch of the World, disclose]

Great Monarch of the World, disclose
Thy Power, and make thy Glory known;
Out-flood the floods of all my Foes,
And in my heart fix thou thy Throne:
Plant Holinesse within my brest,
O Lord, my Strength, O God, my Rest.

Ejaculat. 89.

[Just God of Vengeance, cast an eye]

Just God of Vengeance, cast an eye
Upon my poore afflicted brest;
O send me help, O hear my cry,
And let thy comforts be my rest:
Suppresse my Foes, and set me free,
That have no Hope, no Help but thee.

Ejaculat. 90.

[Great God of gods, Great King of kings]

Great God of gods, Great King of kings,
From whom, by whom, we live, we be,
In whom my Soul her triumph sings,
To whom alone bowes every knee:
Teach me thy way; thy Will's my Feast,
Thy Crook my Guide, thy Fold my Rest.

Ejaculat. 91.

[Lord, let our Jesus, and thy Christ]

Lord, let our Jesus, and thy Christ,
Be all the subject of our mirth,
Let Satans Power be dismist,
And let him rule, and judg the Earth:
Then, then eternall Peace shall be
Return'd to us, and praise to thee.

Ejaculat. 92.

[Great King of Glory, who art drest]

Great King of Glory, who art drest
In Clothes of Clouds, in Robes of Fire,
Make evill hatefull to my brest,
Then shall I love thee most intire:
Then shall my bosome reap that light
Which thou hast sown for the upright.

Ejaculat. 93.

[Great God of Wonders, that dost ope]

Great God of Wonders, that dost ope
The Gate of Life to our glad days,
And found'st a help beyond all those;
O give us mouths to give thee praise:
So guide our waies, just Judge, that we
May joyfully be judg'd by thee.

Ejaculat. 94.

[Great God, whose Promise is to hear]

Great God, whose Promise is to hear,
Whose Practise is to pardon Sin,
Let my Petitions finde an ear,
And cleanse my leprous Soul within.
Thou, Lord, art holy, teach my heart
To sing thy Praises as thou art.

Ejaculat. 95.

[Eternal Maker, grant that we]

Eternal Maker, grant that we
May praise thee with a chearfull heart;
Guide thou our waies, and let us be
The sheep, where thou the Shepherd art:
For, Lord, thy Truth is alwaies sure,
And thy great Mercy shall endure.

Ejaculat. 96.

[Lord, teach my heart to walk upright]

Lord, teach my heart to walk upright
In publick rev'rence, private fear;
Keep thou the humble in thy sight,
And to the proud be thou severe:
Then shall thy Saints in triumph show
Thy Mercy, and thy Justice too.

Ejaculat. 97.

[O God, how poor a thing is Man!]

O God, how poor a thing is Man!
Begot in sin, and born in sorrow;
Our breath's a blast, our life a Span,
But here to day, and gone to morrow.
How needfull, Lord is thy support!
Our daies are bad, our time is short.

Ejaculat. 98.

[O thou, within whose tender brest]

O thou, within whose tender brest
Full streams of sweet compassion flow,
Whose Mercies cannot be exprest
By Saints above, or Men below;
My Soul shall praise, my heart shall bless
That goodness, tongues cannot express.

Ejaculat. 99.

[Lord, every creature writes a Story]

Lord, every creature writes a Story,
Of thy full Majesty and Might,
The contemplation of whose Glory
Shall alwayes be my hearts delight:
Accept that praise my Soul can give,
And it shall praise thee while I live.

Ejaculat. 100.

[Dear God, the Pharaoh of our Souls]

Dear God, the Pharaoh of our Souls
Afflicts the Isr'el of our hearts;
Where thou shouldst govern, he controuls;
What thou command'st his power thwarts:
Confound his strength, and let thy hand
Conduct us to the promis'd Land.

Ejaculat. 101.

[Lord, shouldst thou punish every sin]

Lord, shouldst thou punish every sin,
Or strike as oft as we offend,
How quickly would our plagues begin!
How soon this sinfull world would end!
But Lord, thy tender Mercies stand
Within the gap, and hold thy hand.

Ejaculat. 102.

[Lord let thy wonders, and thy wayes]

Lord let thy wonders, and thy wayes,
Inflame my heart, my tongue, my Pen,
That Pen, and tongue, and heart may praise
Thy name before the Sons of men.
Look where I list, high, low, or under,
I see to learn, and learn to wonder,

Ejaculat. 103.

[O Lord whose mercies, and whose pathes]

O Lord whose mercies, and whose pathes
Transcend th'expressions of my tongue
Instruct my heart to keep thy Lawes
And I will praise thee in my song.
Lend me thy pow'r, or strengthen mine
And I will crush my Foes, and thine.

Ejaculat. 104.

[O thou that sit'st in Heaven, and seest]

O thou that sit'st in Heaven, and seest
My deads without, my thoughts within;
Be thou my Prince, be thou my Priest,
Command my soul, and cure my sin:
How bitter my afflictions be,
I care not, so I rise to thee.

Ejaculat. 105.

[Lord, teach my humble eyes the art]

Lord, teach my humble eyes the art
To see aright, and hands to do,
Then will I praise thee with my heart
In publique, and in private too:
Set thou thy fear in all my ways
To make me wise, to give thee praise.

Ejaculat. 106.

[Lord, plant thy fear before mine eyes]

Lord, plant thy fear before mine eyes,
For in thy fear my Soul is blest;
Thy Fear's that Spring, from whence arise
My Crown, my Treasure, and my Rest.
What fear I fearing thee? and what
Not fearing thee, Lord, fear I not?

Ejaculat. 107.

[Highest of Highests, that dost raise]

Highest of Highests, that dost raise
The poor and needy from the dung,
Advance my thoughts to give thee praise,
And Lord, unty my stam'ring tongue:
So shall my heart and tongue proclaim
Rare Halelujahs to thy name.

Ejaculat. 108.

[O God, the Mountains, and the Seas]

O God, the Mountains, and the Seas
Confess thee, Lord of Sea and Land,
They quake and tremble, if thou please
To shew the power of thy hand:
So shall my heart, when thou think'st good,
To turn my flint into a flood.

Ejaculat. 109.

[Lord, teach our loyal hearts to build]

Lord, teach our loyal hearts to build
Their constant hopes upon thy hand;
Thou art our Help, thou art our Shield,
Wherin our hopes of safety stand:
Send down thy blessings, and then we
Will send all praises up to thee.

Ejaculat. 110.

[My God, thy Mercies so abound]

My God, thy Mercies so abound,
That every minute speaks their story;
They have no limits, have no bound;
Ours are the comforts, thine the glory:
And what thy Mercy more displays,
Thou art contented with our praise.

Ejaculat. 111.

[Surpassing Lord, whose mercies have surpast]

Surpassing Lord, whose mercies have surpast
The limits of the worlds expression
Whose truth continues firme, and fast
To thy elect, and their succession.
To thee perpetuall praise be given
By Saints on earth, and souls in heav'n.

Ejaculat. 112.

[Good God! thy mercy and thy might]

Good God! thy mercy and thy might
What heart conceives? What tongue can tell?
Thou fillest my darknesse with thy light,
And hast redeem'd my soul from hell.
Thou art my God, thou onely art
The strength, and musick of my heart.

Ejaculat. 113.

[O God thy Law's a field, in which]

O God thy Law's a field, in which
The fruitfull seed of life is sown;
No seed so rare, no soil so rich;
It renders infinite for one.
O God, how fair these fields appear!
O God, what pearls are buried here!

Ejaculat. 114.

[Great God, whose ever-wakefull eye]

Great God, whose ever-wakefull eye
Doth never slumber, never close,
Teach all my dangers to rely
Upon thy help, their safe repose:
Be thou my shade, be thou my stay,
I will not feare by night, by day.

Ejaculat. 115.

[Lord let the fire of my true zeale]

Lord let the fire of my true zeale
Unto thy house for ever flame,
Where let my thanks, and praise reveale
The hidden honour of thy name.
Let Sions glory still increase,
And blesse her walls with plenteous peace.

Ejaculat. 116.

[O God to whom thy thoughts direct]

O God to whom thy thoughts direct
Their constant hopes, and hopefull crys,
Let not my soul in vain expect
For mercy, from such gracious eyes:
Maintain thine honour; 'Tis not me
The proud contemn, Great God, but thee.

Ejaculat. 117.

[Lord, give me a believing heart]

Lord, give me a believing heart,
Though wanting strength I fear not man,
If thou be pleas'd to take my part,
Let malice doe the worst it can.
Although insnar'd I will not fear,
For thou art stronger then a snare.

Ejaculat. 118.

[Give me the heart, O God to trust]

Give me the heart, O God to trust,
And lead my footsteps in thy wayes;
Quell thou the power of the unjust,
That righteous hearts may give thee praise.
Do good to good men, and encrease
Their number, plenty, and their peace.

Ejaculat. 119.

[Lord, we are Captives, and we bow]

Lord, we are Captives, and we bow
To Satans burthen every hour,
We sow in teares, oh when wilt thou
With joy requite the weary sower?
So blesse my labours that I may,
With comfort long to see that day.

Ejaculat. 120.

[What I possesse, or what I crave]

What I possesse, or what I crave
Brings no content, great God, to me,
If what I would, or what I crave
Be not possest, and blest in thee,
What I enjoy, oh make it mine
In making me, that have it, Thine.

Ejaculat. 121.

[Lord plant my fears within my brest]

Lord plant my fears within my brest,
That I might walk thy perfect ways;
Then shall I prosper and be blest,
In all my deeds, in all my dayes:
Then shall I see the fair encrease.
Of Syons glory, Israels peace.

Ejaculat. 122.

[Lord since there must be alwayes Foes]

Lord since there must be alwayes Foes
T'afflict the souls of flesh and blood,
Let mine be such as doe oppose
Thy Churches peace, thy Sions good:
Then let that righteous arm of thine,
Confound, or cure thy foes, and mine.

Ejaculat. 123.

[Hearer of prayers, to whom should I]

Hearer of prayers, to whom should I
Implore, but thee, in my distresse,
For mercy harbours in thine eye,
And thou art fill'd with righteousnesse.
To thee, O God, my hopes shall flee,
My soule expects no help but thee.

Ejaculat. 124.

[Lord if mine eyes should look too high]

Lord if mine eyes should look too high,
Or ranc'rous heart begin to swell,
Break thou the tumor, curb mine eye,
Iest one grow fierce, the other fell.
So shall my soul grow wise, and flee
From her own strength, and trust in thee.

Ejaculat. 125.

[Lord let mine eyes not sleep untill]

Lord let mine eyes not sleep untill
I build my Temple in my brest,
Take pleasure then, and make it still
The chosen palace of thy rest:
Let all her foes be trodden down,
And let thy glory be her crown.

Ejaculat. 126.

[Lord we are severall members joyn'd]

Lord we are severall members joyn'd
To make one whole, whose head thou art,
Let all our thoughts but make one minde,
And give one body, but one heart.
United soules of Saints appeare
The sweetest musick in thine ear.

Ejaculat. 127.

[Light thou the Lamps, great God, that they]

Light thou the Lamps, great God, that they
Lightn'd by thee may give us light,
Let their bright luster drive away
All darknesse from thy Courts by night;
Blesse us and them, that they, and we
May blesse thy name, first blest by thee.

Ejaculat. 128.

[Let every wonder that I see]

Let every wonder that I see
In Heav'n, and earth, and in the seas,
Advance some honour, Lord, to thee
That didst, and canst do, what thou please,
Let others worship wood and stone,
My soule shall blesse thee, Lord, alone.

Ejaculat. 129.

[Good God, where ere I cast mine eye]

Good God, where ere I cast mine eye,
On earth beneath, or heaven above,
I see thy goodnesse, and I spye
Perpetuall pledges of thy love.
Thy favours through the world extend,
And of thy mercy is no end.

Ejaculat. 130.

[Lord, if my tongue, and busie quill]

Lord, if my tongue, and busie quill
Be not in Sions praise imploy'd,
Then let my hand forget her skill
And be my tongue for ever ty'd
Thy praise shall be my chief delight
Whilst tongue can speak, or hand can write.

Ejaculat. 131.

[Kindle O Lord, my love with zeal]

Kindle O Lord, my love with zeal,
Light my affections with thy flame;
Give my tongue courage to reveale
The secret glory of thy name.
Be thou my God, in all distresse,
And let thy hand be my redresse.

Ejaculat. 132.

[Lord, thou that mad'st me, and do'st pry]

Lord, thou that mad'st me, and do'st pry
Into the secrets of my heart,
From whose all-presence none can fly
Nor hide them there, but where thou art,
Inform my soul, inflame my brest
And lead me to eternall Rest.

Ejaculat. 133.

[Lord keep me from my self that am]

Lord keep me from my self that am
The greatest Foe, I need to fear;
O cover thou my face with shame
And give my sins no dwelling here.
Subdue my flesh; and then my Spirit,
Shall sing the praises of thy merit.

Ejaculat. 134.

[Lord when my grief shall find a tongue]

Lord when my grief shall find a tongue
To cry for help, find thou an eare,
Whilst others seek to doe me wrong,
Make thou O God my conscience cleer.
In those self-snares they have prepar'd
Let my insnarers be insnar'd.

Ejaculat. 135.

[When winter fortunes cloud the brows]

When winter fortunes cloud the brows
Of summer friends; when eyes grow strange,
When plighted faith forget their vowes,
When earth, and all things in it change,
O Lord thy mercies fail me never,
Where once thou lov'st, thou lov'st for ever.

Ejaculat. 136.

[Judge not my actions by thy Laws]

Judge not my actions by thy Laws
For then my sorrows are but just,
But let thy mercies plead my cause,
For in thy mercy is my trust.
Those that oppose my soul, oppose;
I am thy servant, they thy foes.

Ejaculat. 137.

[What is there Lord, what is in me]

What is there Lord, what is in me
To hope for safety from thy power?
What help can I expect from thee,
That merit vengeance every houre?
How great so'ere my sins have bin,
Thy mercy's greater than my sin.

Ejaculat. 138.

[Great God, whose kingdome hath no end]

Great God, whose kingdome hath no end,
Into whose secrets none can dive,
Whose mercy none can apprehend,
Whose justice none can feel, and live,
What my dull heart cannot aspire
To know, Lord, teach me to admire.

Ejaculat. 139.

[O Lord my judgement's dark, and blind]

O Lord my judgement's dark, and blind,
It cannot judge twixt good, and ill,
My will is captiv'd, and confin'd,
It wants a freedome how to will,
Great Lord of pow'r, great God of might
Release my bands, restore my sight.

Ejaculat. 140.

[Great God whose goodnesse doth repleate]

Great God whose goodnesse doth repleate
And fill our coasts with full encrease,
That feed'st us with the fat of wheat,
And glad'st thy Sion with thy Peace.
How more then others are our dayes
Extreamly bound to give thee praise.

Ejaculat. 141.

[Shall frost and snow give praise to thee]

Shall frost and snow give praise to thee,
And shall my soul not bear a part?
Lord, frost and snow appeare to be
Not half so cold as is my heart.
Shine glorious Sun, thy beams but felt,
My frost will thaw, my Snow will melt.

Ejaculat. 142.

[Great God to whom all praise belongs]

Great God to whom all praise belongs,
Whom Sion sings, and Israel fears,
O stop those lusts that stop our tongues
And fright thy glory from our ears.
Doe thou enlarge what flesh retaines,
And bind those Kings, our lusts in chaines.

Ejaculat. 143.

[Lord season my unsavory spirit]

Lord season my unsavory spirit,
And bridle my too head-strong will,
That I may alwayes take delight
In acting good, and shunning ill.
O give me grace to understand,
My life is alwayes in thy hand.

Ejaculat. 144.

[Direct my steps, Lord, be my way]

Direct my steps, Lord, be my way,
And make thy pathes my sole delight,
That like a traveller I may
Not fail to rest with thee at night,
O me, how happie, and how blest,
(Lord) should I be in such a rest!

Ejaculat. 145.

[Lord, let the morning of my grief]

Lord, let the morning of my grief,
Finde out a night of lasting pleasure,
Thou art the God of my relief,
In povertie, thou art my treasure,
I care not Lord how poor I be
Unto the world, if rich to thee.

Ejaculat. 146.

[Lord let thy sacred fire thaw]

Lord let thy sacred fire thaw
The Ice of my hard-frozen zeal,
And let thy will be me known Law,
So shall my heart, thy worth reveal,
And with a halalujous Song
My tongue shall praise thee all day long.

Ejaculat. 147.

[Great King of Peace, be pleas'd to send]

Great King of Peace, be pleas'd to send
Thy Peace to our distemper'd Land,
O we are bad, teach us t'amend,
And let not ruin be our brand,
Then shall our lavish lips deliver
Our thanks in Peace, to our Peace-giver.

Ejaculat. 148.

[If it be so that we must fight]

If it be so that we must fight,
Lord make our crimes to Prove our Foes,
For thou (our God) dost take delight,
To see such pleasant Wars as those.
O may such wars as these encrease,
Untill our conquests end in Peace.

Ejaculat. 149.

[Lord let the praises of thy Power]

Lord let the praises of thy Power,
Advance the power of thy praises,
Let every day, let every houre,
Praise thee till houres faile, and dayes.
To thee all Power and Praise be given,
By Saints on Earth, by Souls in Heaven.