The Pilgrimes New-yeares-Gift or, Fourteene Steps to the Throne of Glory. By the 7. Corporeall and 7. Spirituall Acts of Charitie, and those made Parallels. By Ralph Crane |
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Canto 7.
Here (lastly MERCY saies,
and He doth here comprise
The honour of that Soule that Praies
euen for his Enemies.
and He doth here comprise
The honour of that Soule that Praies
euen for his Enemies.
The
Burying of the dead not disagrees
With this Worke, Praying for our Enemies:
For as Oblivion's said to be a Grave,
And Ills forgotten, their true Buriall have:
So, when we Pray for Foes, we there comprise
The Funerall of all our Iniuries:
Neuer in life to be remembred more,
But like things Buried, seal'd, and couered-ore:
This Praying loue: which makes vp Charitie best
And both (faire Mercy) in this tract exprest
'Tis like a Tomb stone here ouer Deaths Inne
And couers the great Multitude of Sin:
Blessed Saint Stephen, thus with loud voice cride
(And buryed his Foes wrongs, before he dide)
Lord lay not to their charge their sin (though deep)
And when hee had thus spoke, hee's said to sleepe,
To shew the meeknesse of his death, and that
Wrongs were no sooner pardon'd, but forgot:
It is a Mercy that Christ lights vs to,
Forgiue them, for they know not what they doe.
Your Enemies loue. Doe well to those that spight you,
Blesse them that curse, & Pray for thē that smite you.
'Mongst Mercies works this shines the special Iem
Both to bring wrongs to th' graue, & pray for them:
As Christian Charitie vseth this Remorse,
Prayers are oft said ouer an Ill mans coarse
(To the worlds iudgmēt) which this work implies
We ought to pray eu'n for our Enemies.
With this Worke, Praying for our Enemies:
For as Oblivion's said to be a Grave,
And Ills forgotten, their true Buriall have:
So, when we Pray for Foes, we there comprise
The Funerall of all our Iniuries:
Neuer in life to be remembred more,
But like things Buried, seal'd, and couered-ore:
This Praying loue: which makes vp Charitie best
And both (faire Mercy) in this tract exprest
'Tis like a Tomb stone here ouer Deaths Inne
And couers the great Multitude of Sin:
Blessed Saint Stephen, thus with loud voice cride
(And buryed his Foes wrongs, before he dide)
Lord lay not to their charge their sin (though deep)
And when hee had thus spoke, hee's said to sleepe,
To shew the meeknesse of his death, and that
Wrongs were no sooner pardon'd, but forgot:
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Forgiue them, for they know not what they doe.
Your Enemies loue. Doe well to those that spight you,
Blesse them that curse, & Pray for thē that smite you.
'Mongst Mercies works this shines the special Iem
Both to bring wrongs to th' graue, & pray for them:
As Christian Charitie vseth this Remorse,
Prayers are oft said ouer an Ill mans coarse
(To the worlds iudgmēt) which this work implies
We ought to pray eu'n for our Enemies.
To do the contrary shewes the curse o'th Law,
But this on vs the Gospels blisse doth draw,
That Gospel, which God cals a Couenant-new;
A new-Command. Christ giues it these words due,
Lifes-newnesse: the New man: how well cohere
May these sweet Attributes with a New-yeere?
Call then the old, the Law: whose force is done.
And the New-yeare, the Gospel, and Gods Sonne,
The time of Grace, Redemption, Comfort, Peace,
And may your Ioyes in those rich Gifts increase,
That so you louing these works (both waies seuen)
May shine 'mongst mē, & then be Stars in heauen;
In that Triumphant Citie, glorious place,
So vnexpressible, so full of Grace;
With such transparant Beautie deckt, so shining
With all Maiesticke glory, so inclining
To Blessednesse, that those which it enioy
Are turn'd to Angels, freed from all annoy.
But this on vs the Gospels blisse doth draw,
That Gospel, which God cals a Couenant-new;
A new-Command. Christ giues it these words due,
Lifes-newnesse: the New man: how well cohere
May these sweet Attributes with a New-yeere?
Call then the old, the Law: whose force is done.
And the New-yeare, the Gospel, and Gods Sonne,
The time of Grace, Redemption, Comfort, Peace,
And may your Ioyes in those rich Gifts increase,
That so you louing these works (both waies seuen)
May shine 'mongst mē, & then be Stars in heauen;
In that Triumphant Citie, glorious place,
So vnexpressible, so full of Grace;
With such transparant Beautie deckt, so shining
With all Maiesticke glory, so inclining
To Blessednesse, that those which it enioy
Are turn'd to Angels, freed from all annoy.
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