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             Poems in two parts first, an interlocutory discourse concerning the creation, fall, and recovery of man : secondly, a dialogue between faith and a doubting soul / by Samuel Slater.
             Slater, Samuel, d. 1704.
          
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             1679.
          
           
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               POEMS
               IN
               TWO
               PARTS
               .
            
             
               First
               ,
               An
               Interlocutory
               Discourse
               concerning
               the
               
                 Creation
                 ,
                 Fall
              
               ,
               and
               Recovery
               of
               Man.
               
            
             
               Secondly
               ,
               A
               Dialogue
               between
               Faith
               and
               a
               
                 Doubting
                 Soul.
              
               
            
             
               By
               
                 SAMVEL
                 SLATER
              
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               :
               Printed
               for
               
                 Tho.
                 Cockeril
              
               at
               the
               
                 Three
                 Legs
              
               in
               the
               Poultry
               ,
               1679.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               TO
               THE
               READER
               .
            
             
               
                 Courteous
                 Reader
                 ,
              
            
             
               AN
               itch
               of
               Scribling
               and
               appearing
               in
               Print
               ,
               hath
               not
               seiz'd
               me
               ,
               though
               I
               must
               confess
               my self
               easily
               perswaded
               to
               draw
               up
               this
               following
               Discourse
               .
               An
               account
               of
               my
               publishing
               the
               Dialogue
               between
               Faith
               and
               a
               
                 doubting
                 Soul
              
               you
               will
               find
               before
               it
               .
               That
               being
               delivered
               to
               the
               Book-seller
               ,
               and
               by
               him
               communicated
               to
               some
               of
               my
               Brethren
               ,
               they
               were
               pleased
               to
               signifie
               their
               approbation
               thereof
               ,
               wishing
               withal
               ,
               it
               might
               be
               accompanied
               with
               something
               about
               the
               
                 Fall
                 of
                 Man.
              
               The
               motion
               I
               readily
               closed
               with
               ,
               and
               so
               set
               to
               work
               in
               the
               midst
               of
               many
               affairs
               ,
               and
               under
               a
               very
               tenacious
               and
               afflictive
               distemper
               .
               Yet
               I
               have
               in
               short
               time
               finished
               it
               ,
               and
               now
               send
               it
               abroad
               .
               Be
               pleased
               to
               give
               it
               a
               fair
               and
               friendly
               reception
               .
               If
               thou
               dost
               not
               like
               some
               things
               in
               it
               ,
               no
               more
               
               do
               I
               ,
               yet
               have
               not
               leisure
               to
               mend
               them
               .
               I
               was
               much
               taken
               with
               Learned
               Mr.
               
                 Miltons
                 Cast
              
               and
               Fancy
               in
               his
               Book
               ,
               viz.
               
                 PARADISE
                 LOST
              
               .
               Him
               I
               have
               followed
               much
               in
               his
               method
               ,
               and
               have
               been
               otherwise
               beholding
               to
               ,
               how
               much
               I
               leave
               thee
               to
               judg
               ;
               but
               I
               have
               used
               a
               more
               plain
               and
               familiar
               stile
               ,
               because
               I
               conceive
               it
               most
               proper
               .
               Cast
               a
               mantle
               of
               love
               over
               failings
               wherever
               thou
               findest
               them
               ,
               and
               either
               do
               better
               ,
               or
               accept
               this
               from
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 Cordial
                 Friend
                 ,
                 
                   SA
                   .
                   SLATER
                
                 .
              
               
                 Febr.
                 
                   6.
                   1678
                   
                   /
                   9.
                
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               A
               DISCOURSE
               CONCERNING
               The
               
                 Creation
                 ,
                 Fall
              
               and
               Recovery
               of
               Man.
               
            
             
               
                 Iehovah
                 Elohim
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 
                   Am
                   that
                   which
                   I
                   am
                
                 ;
                 this
                 is
                 His
                 Name
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 happy
                 always
                 is
                 ,
                 always
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 Essence
                 and
                 Existence
                 owes
                 to
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 Whom
                 can
                 he
                 owe
                 it
                 to
                 ,
                 being
                 God
                 alone
                 ?
              
               
                 Himself
                 he
                 his
                 own
                 happiness
                 doth
                 call
                 ;
              
               
                 What
                 can
                 he
                 want
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 himself
                 hath
                 all
                 ?
              
               
                 Both
                 life
                 and
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 love
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 may
                 delight
                 and
                 satisfaction
                 bring
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 company
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 want
                 ,
                 for
                 he
              
               
                 Hath
                 in
                 himself
                 a
                 Blessed
                 Trinity
                 .
              
               
               
                 Before
                 the
                 World
                 was
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 not
                 alone
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 then
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 is
                 still
                 full
                 Three
                 in
                 One.
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 this
                 happy
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Trinity
              
               
                 Doth
                 not
                 divide
                 his
                 perfect
                 Unity
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 Three
                 Persons
                 are
                 one
                 Essence
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 therefore
                 in
                 affection
                 ,
                 one
                 in
                 will.
              
               
                 The
                 Son
                 set
                 up
                 from
                 everlasting
                 ,
                 is
              
               
                 His
                 Father's
                 great
                 delight
                 ,
                 the
                 Father
                 his
                 .
              
               
                 Before
                 him
                 always
                 he
                 rejoiceth
                 ,
                 he
              
               
                 Causeth
                 and
                 findeth
                 matchless
                 joy
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Spirit
                 too
                 ,
                 which
                 doth
                 from
                 them
                 proceed
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 the
                 same
                 joy
                 both
                 feast
                 upon
                 ,
                 and
                 feed
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 though
                 no
                 want
                 of
                 any
                 thing
                 could
                 be
              
               
                 Consistent
                 with
                 his
                 sacred
                 Deity
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 Goodness
                 did
                 not
                 love
                 to
                 stay
                 at
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 Communications
                 did
                 it
                 become
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 did
                 no
                 Heaven
                 need
                 ,
                 is
                 his
                 own
                 place
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 for
                 th'
                 eternal
                 glory
                 of
                 his
                 Grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Heaven
                 he
                 fram'd
                 ,
                 and
                 Earth
                 ,
                 both
                 by
                 a
                 word
              
               
                 Of
                 power
                 ;
                 in
                 both
                 he
                 is
                 the
                 Soveraign
                 Lord.
              
               
                 Above
                 ,
                 he
                 Angels
                 plac'd
                 ,
                 who
                 all
                 once
                 shone
              
               
                 As
                 Morning-Stars
                 about
                 that
                 Glorious
                 Throne
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 he
                 sits
                 an
                 everlasting
                 Sun
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 influence
                 and
                 beams
                 can
                 ne're
                 be
                 done
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Law
                 to
                 them
                 he
                 gave
                 ,
                 that
                 Law
                 some
                 brake
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 down
                 he
                 kickt
                 them
                 to
                 the
                 burning
                 Lake
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 they
                 in
                 everlasting
                 chains
                 shall
                 lie
                 ;
              
               
                 Wishing
                 for
                 death
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 can
                 never
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 Heaven
                 is
                 not
                 empty
                 ,
                 for
                 although
              
               
                 Many
                 did
                 fall
                 ,
                 many
                 do
                 stand
                 ,
                 who
                 do
              
               
               
                 Attend
                 upon
                 him
                 :
                 Thousands
                 ▪
                 yea
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Ten
                 thousand
                 times
                 ten
                 thousand
                 do
                 adore
              
               
                 His
                 Majesty
                 with
                 veiled
                 face
                 ,
                 and
                 sing
              
               
                 In
                 th'
                 highest
                 glory
                 to
                 their
                 God
                 and
                 King.
              
               
                 But
                 besides
                 Angels
                 ,
                 he
                 from
                 Earth
                 did
                 take
              
               
                 A
                 despicable
                 clod
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 it
                 make
              
               
                 A
                 Creature
                 ,
                 whom
                 he
                 nobly
                 did
                 endue
              
               
                 With
                 Will
                 and
                 Understanding
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 shew
              
               
                 In
                 him
                 his
                 own
                 Image
                 ;
                 than
                 Angels
                 less
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 but
                 little
                 ,
                 for
                 with
                 Holiness
              
               
                 God
                 did
                 invest
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 resolv'd
                 to
                 make
              
               
                 Him
                 of
                 ne're-ending
                 happiness
                 partake
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 chosen
                 Progeny
                 to
                 fill
              
               
                 His
                 stately
                 Palace
                 ,
                 his
                 most
                 holy
                 Hill.
              
               
                 So
                 he
                 resolv'd
                 ,
                 so
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 formed
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 and
                 no
                 more
                 ;
                 in
                 one
                 the
                 World
                 began
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 dust
                 he
                 formed
                 him
                 ,
                 dust
                 of
                 the
                 ground
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 with
                 Honour
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 Glory
                 crown'd
                 ▪
              
               
                 His
                 own
                 similitude
                 he
                 gave
                 him
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 Sov'raign
                 authority
                 for
                 to
                 command
              
               
                 Fishes
                 of
                 Sea
                 ,
                 with
                 Fowls
                 ,
                 and
                 Beasts
                 of
                 sield
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 all
                 obedience
                 unto
                 him
                 must
                 yield
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 made
                 him
                 for
                 his
                 pleasure-sake
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 commun'd
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 to
                 him
                 spake
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Adam
                 who
                 art
                 my
                 Workmanship
                 ,
                 know
                 ,
                 thou
              
               
                 Unto
                 none
                 shalt
                 ,
                 but
                 thy
                 Creator
                 bow
                 .
              
               
                 Others
                 shall
                 bow
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 thee
                 I
                 have
                 given
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 that
                 are
                 under
                 the
                 cope
                 of
                 Heaven
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 world
                 is
                 thy
                 dominion
                 ;
                 but
                 my
                 love
              
               
                 Hath
                 for
                 thy
                 Court
                 chosen
                 this
                 pleasant
                 Grove
                 ;
              
               
                 Eden
                 I
                 call
                 't
                 ,
                 a
                 Garden
                 where
                 thou
                 hast
              
               
                 Varieties
                 to
                 please
                 both
                 eye
                 and
                 tast
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 fruit
                 alone
                 's
                 with-held
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 do
                 not
                 venture
                 once
                 to
                 taste
                 that
                 Tree
              
               
                 Which
                 knowledg
                 doth
                 of
                 Good
                 and
                 Evil
                 give
                 ,
              
               
                 Forbear
                 to
                 taste
                 it
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 hop'st
                 to
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 ,
                 who
                 am
                 Truth
                 it self
                 ,
                 and
                 cannot
                 lie
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 ,
                 
                   In
                   the
                   day
                   thou
                   eatest
                   ,
                   thou
                   shalt
                   die
                   .
                
              
               
                 Death
                 't
                 is
                 I
                 threaten
                 ,
                 therefore
                 have
                 a
                 care
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 e're
                 shall
                 tempt
                 thee
                 to
                 't
                 ,
                 Adam
                 beware
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 other
                 fruits
                 I
                 give
                 thee
                 for
                 thy
                 meat
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 them
                 thou
                 hast
                 free
                 leave
                 freely
                 to
                 eat
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 then
                 content
                 ,
                 if
                 this
                 thou
                 tastest
                 ,
                 sin
              
               
                 Will
                 draw
                 the
                 latch
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 grim
                 Death
                 comes
                 in
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 God
                 my
                 Maker
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 thee
                 adore
              
               
                 For
                 mine
                 own
                 being
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 bounteous
                 store
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 thou
                 providest
                 hast
                 ,
                 O
                 let
                 my
                 love
              
               
                 Always
                 flame
                 high
                 to
                 thee
                 my
                 God
                 above
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 grant
                 me
                 leave
                 to
                 speak
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 my
                 moan
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 gracious
                 ear
                 :
                 I
                 am
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 midst
                 of
                 comforts
                 comfortless
                 ,
                 since
                 I
              
               
                 My
                 days
                 do
                 pass
                 without
                 society
                 .
              
               
                 Whatever
                 creatures
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 there
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 each
                 sort
                 of
                 them
                 I
                 do
                 find
                 a
                 pair
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 together
                 see
                 associate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sweetly
                 please
                 themselves
                 ,
                 each
                 in
                 his
                 Mate
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 betwixt
                 me
                 and
                 them
                 's
                 disparitie
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 pleasure
                 therefore
                 ,
                 'cause
                 no
                 harmonie
                 .
              
               
                 Man
                 should
                 not
                 turn
                 a
                 bruit
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 bruit
                 can
              
               
                 Be
                 a
                 companion
                 suitable
                 to
                 man.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Canst
                 not
                 thou
                 find
                 pleasure
                 enough
                 alone
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 Prince
                 would
                 have
                 another
                 in
                 his
                 Throne
                 ?
              
               
                 Look
                 round
                 about
                 thee
                 ,
                 see
                 ,
                 how
                 I
                 have
                 made
              
               
                 Others
                 to
                 serve
                 ,
                 and
                 thee
                 to
                 be
                 obey'd
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 thee
                 shall
                 all
                 attend
                 ,
                 from
                 thee
                 take
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 thee
                 every
                 one
                 shall
                 stand
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 Before
                 thee
                 they
                 shall
                 come
                 to
                 sport
                 and
                 play
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 various
                 delights
                 yield
                 every
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Names
                 thou
                 hast
                 given
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 dost
                 know
              
               
                 Their
                 nature
                 :
                 and
                 their
                 duty
                 they
                 know
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 satisfied
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 mind
                 my
                 charge
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 are
                 thy
                 comforts
                 ,
                 thy
                 dominion
                 large
                 .
              
               
                 Besides
                 ,
                 look
                 up
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 everlasting
                 beside
                 me
                 is
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 Heaven
                 view
                 ,
                 &
                 Skie
                 ,
                 with
                 Sea
                 ,
                 &
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 Air
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 is
                 there
                 that
                 can
                 with
                 me
                 compare
                 ?
              
               
                 All
                 Creatures
                 I
                 have
                 made
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 to
                 me
              
               
                 Be
                 more
                 inferior
                 than
                 they
                 are
                 to
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 be
                 assured
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 do
                 possess
              
               
                 In
                 mine
                 own
                 self
                 most
                 perfect
                 happiness
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 ,
                 pardon
                 me
                 ,
                 thy
                 dust
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 reply
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 once
                 more
                 speak
                 unto
                 thy
                 Majesty
                 .
              
               
               
                 I
                 cannot
                 comprehend
                 thee
                 ,
                 but
                 admire
              
               
                 Thy
                 glorious
                 being
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 art
                 still
                 higher
              
               
                 Than
                 is
                 mine
                 admiration
                 ;
                 thou
                 above
                 ▪
              
               
                 My
                 highest
                 thoughts
                 art
                 placed
                 ,
                 or
                 my
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 thee
                 do
                 all
                 perfections
                 abound
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 one
                 deficiency
                 in
                 thee
                 is
                 found
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 essence
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 but
                 one
              
               
                 Yet
                 being
                 all
                 in
                 all
                 ,
                 thou
                 needest
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 thy self
                 thou
                 hast
                 all
                 ,
                 so
                 have
                 not
                 I.
              
               
                 A
                 creature
                 cannot
                 grasp
                 Infinity
              
               
                 Of
                 bliss
                 and
                 happiness
                 in
                 its
                 own
                 arms
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 cannot
                 but
                 look
                 out
                 for
                 charms
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beauties
                 ,
                 and
                 delights
                 ;
                 one
                 that
                 may
                 be
              
               
                 Fit
                 to
                 serve
                 God
                 ,
                 fit
                 to
                 converse
                 with
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 that
                 may
                 be
                 my
                 com●ort
                 every
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 help
                 at
                 all
                 times
                 ,
                 both
                 in
                 night
                 and
                 day
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Adam
                 ,
                 thou
                 know'st
                 me
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 do
                 full
                 well
              
               
                 My
                 Creatures
                 understand
                 ,
                 and
                 who
                 can
                 tell
              
               
                 Whatever
                 may
                 thought
                 necessary
                 be
              
               
                 To
                 render
                 perfect
                 thy
                 felicity
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 Information
                 do
                 need
                 from
                 none
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 knows
                 it's
                 bad
                 for
                 man
                 to
                 be
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 among
                 all
                 my
                 Creatures
                 do
                 not
                 see
              
               
                 One
                 that
                 is
                 a
                 companion
                 meet
                 for
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 bounty
                 hath
                 run
                 over
                 ,
                 ne'retheless
              
               
                 My
                 bounty
                 to
                 thee
                 I
                 'le
                 yet
                 more
                 express
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 I
                 do
                 intend
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 not
                 yet
              
               
                 Received
                 from
                 my
                 gracious
                 hand
                 ;
                 it
                 's
                 fit
              
               
               
                 My
                 pleasure
                 thou
                 should'st
                 wait
                 ,
                 but
                 Adam
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 my
                 purpose
                 ,
                 what
                 for
                 thee
                 I
                 'le
                 do
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 work
                 again
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 one
                 I
                 will
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 thou
                 pleasure
                 and
                 delight
                 maist
                 take
                 .
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 comely
                 body
                 I
                 'le
                 inspire
              
               
                 A
                 noble
                 Soul
                 ,
                 which
                 to
                 thy
                 hearts
                 desire
              
               
                 Shall
                 most
                 completely
                 suit
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 bring
              
               
                 Her
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 her
                 thou
                 every
                 thing
              
               
                 Most
                 lovely
                 and
                 desirable
                 shalt
                 find
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 's
                 now
                 wanting
                 to
                 thy
                 craving
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 with
                 a
                 deep
                 sleep
                 I
                 thine
                 eyes
                 will
                 close
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bind
                 thy
                 senses
                 up
                 :
                 and
                 not
                 unlose
              
               
                 That
                 bond
                 again
                 ,
                 until
                 out
                 of
                 thy
                 side
              
               
                 A
                 Rib
                 I
                 take
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 it
                 make
                 a
                 Bride
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 a
                 rib
                 take
                 ,
                 flesh
                 and
                 spirits
                 warm
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 vital
                 blood
                 ,
                 without
                 doing
                 thee
                 harm
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 th'
                 operation
                 shall
                 cause
                 no
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 it
                 's
                 done
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 heal
                 the
                 wound
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Rib
                 thus
                 taken
                 out
                 ,
                 I
                 my self
                 will
              
               
                 Form
                 curiously
                 by
                 mine
                 own
                 power
                 and
                 skill
              
               
                 Into
                 an
                 humane
                 creature
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 see
              
               
                 Thy
                 soul
                 and
                 body
                 in
                 her
                 sampled
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Sex
                 only
                 shall
                 be
                 diff'rent
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 fair
              
               
                 In
                 her
                 thou
                 shalt
                 conclude
                 contained
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 converse
                 thou
                 maist
                 receive
                 new
                 store
              
               
                 Of
                 pleasing
                 sweets
                 thou
                 didst
                 not
                 know
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 said
                 than
                 done
                 ;
                 Adam
                 ,
                 see
                 here
              
               
                 A
                 Virgin
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 a
                 companion
                 dear
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Blessed
                 Creator
                 ,
                 of
                 thine
                 own
                 good
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Heaven
                 and
                 Earth
                 with
                 goodness
                 thou
                 dost
                 fill
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 all
                 thy
                 works
                 great
                 beauty
                 is
                 imprest
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 of
                 all
                 Fairs
                 ,
                 this
                 fair
                 one
                 is
                 the
                 best
                 .
              
               
                 My self
                 I
                 in
                 her
                 see
                 ,
                 bone
                 of
                 my
                 bone
                 ,
              
               
                 Flesh
                 of
                 my
                 flesh
                 she
                 is
                 ,
                 my
                 lovely
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Woman
                 she
                 shall
                 be
                 called
                 ,
                 because
                 she
              
               
                 Extracted
                 was
                 from
                 man
                 ,
                 even
                 from
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 this
                 cause
                 he
                 shall
                 most
                 gladly
                 leave
              
               
                 Father
                 and
                 Mother
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 's
                 Wife
                 shall
                 cleave
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 nothing
                 their
                 joint-happiness
                 controul
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 one
                 flesh
                 shall
                 be
                 ,
                 one
                 heart
                 and
                 soul.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Adam
                 consider
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 throughly
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 love
                 ,
                 praise
                 ,
                 and
                 obedience
                 thou
                 dost
                 owe
              
               
                 Unto
                 me
                 thy
                 Creator
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 rear
              
               
                 Thee
                 out
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 inclin'd
                 mine
                 ear
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 thy
                 request
                 ,
                 and
                 gave
                 thee
                 one
                 that
                 might
              
               
                 Make
                 great
                 addition
                 unto
                 thy
                 delight
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 have
                 a
                 care
                 ,
                 sin
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 stand
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 thou
                 disobey
                 me
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Law
              
               
                 I
                 gave
                 thee
                 think
                 upon
                 .
                 Do
                 not
                 thou
                 eat
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 one
                 tree
                 ,
                 its
                 fruit
                 is
                 deadly
                 meat
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 framing
                 of
                 thy
                 Wife
                 ,
                 I
                 've
                 done
                 my
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 hath
                 thine
                 image
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 hast
                 her
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 Act
                 thou
                 thy
                 part
                 also
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 the
                 Head
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 becomes
                 thee
                 to
                 lead
                 ,
                 her
                 to
                 be
                 led
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 to
                 help
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 thee
                 to
                 live
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 counsel
                 and
                 advice
                 are
                 thine
                 to
                 give
                 .
              
               
               
                 More
                 wisdom
                 therefore
                 I
                 on
                 thee
                 confer
                 ,
              
               
                 Use
                 but
                 that
                 wisdom
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 wilt
                 not
                 err
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 wander
                 from
                 the
                 path
                 of
                 life
                 .
                 Be
                 thou
              
               
                 Her
                 guide
                 ,
                 for
                 such
                 I
                 do
                 ordain
                 thee
                 now
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 a
                 lovely
                 Creature
                 ,
                 therefore
                 she
              
               
                 Deserveth
                 love
                 and
                 cherishing
                 from
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 a
                 just
                 ballance
                 yet
                 be
                 sure
                 to
                 weigh
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 thy self
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 overlay
              
               
                 Her
                 worth
                 with
                 thy
                 esteem
                 .
                 The
                 greatest
                 grace
              
               
                 Attends
                 not
                 always
                 on
                 the
                 sweetest
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 side
                 from
                 whence
                 she
                 came
                 ,
                 keep
                 thou
                 her
                 by
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 over
                 her
                 a
                 tender
                 watchful
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 her
                 not
                 from
                 thee
                 go
                 ,
                 lest
                 she
                 alone
              
               
                 Be
                 by
                 another
                 ,
                 thou
                 by
                 her
                 undone
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 have
                 I
                 set
                 thee
                 up
                 ,
                 thus
                 I
                 advise
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 charge
                 do
                 not
                 forget
                 ,
                 Adam
                 be
                 wise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 dearest
                 Consort
                 ,
                 of
                 my self
                 a
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 of
                 me
                 formed
                 wast
                 ,
                 who
                 hast
                 my
                 heart
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 our
                 Creators
                 gift
                 ,
                 Eve
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 mine
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 bond-conjugal
                 I
                 too
                 am
                 thine
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 ever
                 be
              
               
                 Cause
                 of
                 disquiet
                 unto
                 thee
                 or
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Look
                 round
                 about
                 thee
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 here
                 below
              
               
                 Are
                 subject
                 unto
                 us
                 ,
                 to
                 us
                 they
                 owe
              
               
                 Obedience
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 to
                 God
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 whose
                 commands
                 speak
                 him
                 a
                 God
                 of
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 present
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 but
                 thou
                 and
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 hath
                 said
                 ,
                 
                   Increase
                   and
                   multiply
                
                 .
              
               
               
                 While
                 we
                 do
                 live
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 rejoice
                 together
                 ;
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 still
                 rejoice
                 one
                 in
                 another
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 most
                 in
                 God
                 himself
                 ,
                 for
                 he
                 will
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 sin
                 not
                 ,
                 ours
                 to
                 eternitie
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hath
                 this
                 Garden
                 given
                 us
                 to
                 tend
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 must
                 both
                 dress
                 and
                 keep
                 it
                 ;
                 we
                 must
                 bend
              
               
                 Our
                 labours
                 that
                 way
                 :
                 but
                 our
                 labour
                 will
              
               
                 Breed
                 us
                 no
                 pain
                 nor
                 weariness
                 ,
                 but
                 still
              
               
                 Our
                 recreation
                 prove
                 ;
                 this
                 blest
                 estate
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 we
                 are
                 ,
                 hath
                 nothing
                 to
                 abate
              
               
                 Our
                 full-grown
                 pleasures
                 ;
                 here
                 will
                 be
                 no
                 let
              
               
                 Of
                 sickness
                 ,
                 tyring
                 none
                 ,
                 no
                 grief
                 nor
                 sweat
                 .
              
               
                 See
                 what
                 variety
                 of
                 trees
                 God
                 made
              
               
                 For
                 our
                 use
                 and
                 delight
                 :
                 Now
                 in
                 the
                 shade
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 we
                 'l
                 sport
                 together
                 ,
                 then
                 at
                 root
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 we
                 'l
                 sit
                 ,
                 then
                 go
                 and
                 pluck
                 the
                 fruit
              
               
                 Of
                 one
                 and
                 other
                 freely
                 ;
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 none
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 of
                 catching
                 surfeits
                 here
                 .
              
               
                 Avoid
                 the
                 Tree
                 forbid
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 there
                 's
                 none
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 may
                 feed
                 upon
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 our
                 own
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 lines
                 are
                 fallen
                 well
                 ;
                 we
                 with
                 delight
              
               
                 May
                 feast
                 in
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 may
                 rest
                 at
                 night
              
               
                 In
                 sweet
                 embraces
                 .
                 Our
                 great
                 Lord
                 thought
                 meet
              
               
                 T'
                 appoint
                 a
                 place
                 of
                 pleasures
                 for
                 our
                 seat
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 our
                 work
                 ,
                 we
                 may
                 not
                 quarrel
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 by
                 him
                 ordered
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 't
                 is
                 fit
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 should
                 order'd
                 be
                 ,
                 because
                 all
                 made
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 will
                 ,
                 whate're
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 obey'd
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 ,
                 Adam
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 up
                 and
                 do
              
               
                 The
                 work
                 which
                 our
                 Creator
                 set
                 us
                 to
                 ▪
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 you
                 do
                 consent
                 ,
                 we
                 'l
                 part
                 a
                 while
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 work
                 asunder
                 ,
                 because
                 every
                 smile
              
               
                 Which
                 passeth
                 us
                 between
                 ,
                 will
                 prove
                 a
                 let
                 ,
              
               
                 Taking
                 us
                 off
                 from
                 business
                 ;
                 when
                 we
                 get
              
               
                 Alone
                 ,
                 our
                 work
                 we
                 follow
                 harder
                 may
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 comfortably
                 end
                 it
                 with
                 the
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Continual
                 enjoyment
                 may
                 abate
              
               
                 Sweetness
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 it
                 nauseate
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 little
                 absence
                 now
                 and
                 then
                 will
                 prove
              
               
                 Sauce
                 to
                 our
                 dainties
                 ,
                 fewel
                 to
                 our
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 after
                 that
                 we
                 two
                 again
                 do
                 meet
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 shall
                 with
                 fresh
                 delight
                 each
                 other
                 greet
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Silence
                 ,
                 my
                 Dearest
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 abide
              
               
                 To
                 think
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 be
                 absent
                 from
                 my
                 side
                 .
              
               
                 Because
                 our
                 business
                 doth
                 not
                 call
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 dispatch
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 together
                 stay
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 were
                 not
                 made
                 to
                 toil
                 ,
                 but
                 work
                 with
                 pleasure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 may
                 do
                 what
                 's
                 to
                 be
                 done
                 at
                 leisure
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 will
                 some
                 distance
                 more
                 advance
                 our
                 joy
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 in
                 this
                 state
                 communion
                 can't
                 annoy
                 .
              
               
                 Fruition
                 in
                 Heaven's
                 always
                 full
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 delight
                 in
                 Heaven
                 never's
                 dull
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 prithee
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 it
                 mayn't
                 be
                 so
              
               
                 On
                 Earth
                 too
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 Paradise
                 below
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 more
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 I
                 fear
                 lest
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 be
              
               
                 In
                 danger
                 ,
                 when
                 out
                 of
                 my
                 companie
                 ▪
              
               
               
                 For
                 though
                 we
                 Happiness
                 our
                 own
                 may
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 there
                 is
                 possibility
                 of
                 fall
                 .
              
               
                 Angels
                 in
                 Heaven
                 did
                 sin
                 ,
                 and
                 Heaven
                 did
                 lose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 became
                 of
                 God
                 and
                 man
                 the
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 they
                 grudg
                 honour
                 ,
                 and
                 us
                 happiness
                 ,
              
               
                 Endure
                 they
                 cannot
                 that
                 we
                 should
                 possess
              
               
                 An
                 Heaven
                 now
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 nor
                 that
                 at
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 should
                 that
                 Heaven
                 have
                 whence
                 they
                 were
                 cast
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 doubtless
                 some
                 of
                 them
                 will
                 try
                 ,
              
               
                 Us
                 two
                 to
                 bring
                 to
                 endless
                 misery
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 frame
                 they
                 know
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 were
                 made
                 of
                 dust
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 that
                 we
                 should
                 sin
                 ,
                 we
                 again
                 must
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 dust
                 return
                 ,
                 whence
                 we
                 were
                 taken
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 of
                 God
                 and
                 Happiness
                 too
                 forsaken
                 .
              
               
                 Malicious
                 spirits
                 they
                 are
                 ,
                 and
                 understand
              
               
                 How
                 any
                 base
                 design
                 to
                 take
                 in
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 to
                 manage
                 it
                 ;
                 they
                 full
                 well
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 way
                 will
                 take
                 best
                 ,
                 whether
                 so
                 ,
                 or
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 true
                 ,
                 they
                 cannot
                 force
                 us
                 ,
                 we
                 may
                 chuse
              
               
                 Whether
                 we
                 'l
                 yield
                 unto
                 them
                 or
                 refuse
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 these
                 are
                 in
                 our
                 power
                 ;
                 never
                 can
              
               
                 The
                 power
                 of
                 Hell
                 compel
                 the
                 will
                 of
                 man.
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 do
                 know
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 wise
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 know
                 too
                 ,
                 there
                 may
                 be
                 a
                 surprise
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 God
                 made
                 thee
                 ,
                 because
                 I
                 was
                 but
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 saw
                 it
                 was
                 not
                 good
                 to
                 be
                 alone
                 ;
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 since
                 for
                 my
                 comfort
                 thou
                 wast
                 made
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 depart
                 from
                 my
                 securing-shade
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 honour
                 and
                 thy
                 safety
                 both
                 do
                 lie
              
               
                 In
                 keeping
                 in
                 thy
                 Husbands
                 companie
                 .
              
               
               
                 When
                 we
                 together
                 are
                 ,
                 my
                 help
                 thou
                 't
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 shall
                 give
                 protection
                 unto
                 thee
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 means
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 my
                 Lord
                 ?
                 doth
                 Jealousie
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 bane
                 of
                 conjugal
                 Society
                 )
              
               
                 Peep
                 up
                 already
                 in
                 thy
                 breast
                 ?
                 dost
                 fear
              
               
                 My
                 faithfulness
                 to
                 God
                 or
                 thee
                 ?
                 To
                 hear
              
               
                 Ought
                 to
                 this
                 purpose
                 I
                 expected
                 not
                 ;
              
               
                 Unto
                 mine
                 Honour
                 it
                 's
                 a
                 stain
                 ,
                 a
                 blot
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 force
                 and
                 violence
                 cannot
                 prevail
                 ,
              
               
                 Fraud
                 and
                 enticements
                 sure
                 shall
                 not
                 avail
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 I
                 was
                 framed
                 by
                 the
                 hand
                 of
                 Heaven
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 have
                 I
                 done
                 ?
                 or
                 what
                 occasion
                 given
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 hast
                 thou
                 found
                 either
                 in
                 look
                 or
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 in
                 one
                 single
                 carriage
                 ,
                 which
                 afford
              
               
                 Ground
                 of
                 suspicion
                 may
                 ?
                 I
                 pray
                 thee
                 tell
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 observed
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 from
                 thy
                 side
                 was
                 without
                 fault
                 transmitted
              
               
                 Into
                 thy
                 bosome
                 ,
                 and
                 have
                 I
                 committed
              
               
                 Any
                 fault
                 since
                 ?
                 If
                 thou
                 dost
                 answer
                 ,
                 None
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 know
                 why
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 alone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Sweet
                 Creature
                 ,
                 made
                 by
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 of
                 me
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 under
                 God
                 art
                 my
                 felicity
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 Love
                 ,
                 my
                 Second-self
                 ,
                 my
                 Hearts
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 I
                 do
                 rejoyce
                 both
                 day
                 and
                 night
                 .
              
               
                 Think
                 not
                 that
                 I
                 would
                 an
                 Inditement
                 draw
              
               
                 Against
                 thee
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 cannot
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 flaw
              
               
               
                 In
                 thy
                 perfections
                 ,
                 but
                 thou
                 dost
                 stand
              
               
                 A
                 Creature
                 worthy
                 of
                 thy
                 Makers
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 spot
                 in
                 thy
                 most
                 perfect
                 beauty
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 Nothing
                 at
                 all
                 in
                 thee
                 I
                 find
                 amiss
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 yet
                 in
                 thy
                 deportments
                 ;
                 thou
                 dost
                 do
              
               
                 Nothing
                 but
                 what
                 becomes
                 ,
                 and
                 pleaseth
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 may
                 this
                 still
                 continue
                 ,
                 may
                 that
                 grace
              
               
                 Rest
                 always
                 on
                 thy
                 brow
                 ,
                 that
                 lovely
                 face
              
               
                 Never
                 be
                 veiled
                 with
                 a
                 blush
                 for
                 shame
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 blemish
                 never
                 light
                 upon
                 thy
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 though
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 through
                 innocency
                 ,
                 fair
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 thou
                 art
                 mutable
                 ,
                 so
                 we
                 both
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 ere
                 we
                 are
                 aware
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 may
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thereby
                 ruine
                 both
                 our selves
                 and
                 all
              
               
                 From
                 us
                 that
                 shall
                 proceed
                 .
                 One
                 fatal
                 blow
              
               
                 May
                 us
                 and
                 our
                 posterity
                 undo
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 I
                 judg
                 it
                 needful
                 to
                 unite
              
               
                 Our
                 strength
                 and
                 reason
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 keep
                 right
              
               
                 What
                 we
                 have
                 found
                 so
                 ;
                 if
                 we
                 stay
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 hold
                 bravely
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 storms
                 weather
                 .
              
               
                 Should
                 an
                 Assailant
                 come
                 ,
                 then
                 would
                 I
                 be
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 a
                 Monitor
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 to
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 be
                 wise
                 ,
                 this
                 counsel
                 thou
                 wilt
                 hear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 follow
                 ,
                 mov'd
                 with
                 love
                 ,
                 nay
                 mov'd
                 with
                 fear
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 for
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 Eve
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 a
                 mind
              
               
                 Alone
                 to
                 go
                 ,
                 and
                 wouldst
                 not
                 be
                 confin'd
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 Husbands
                 Elbow
                 ;
                 if
                 to
                 try
              
               
                 A
                 combat
                 single
                 with
                 an
                 Enemy
              
               
                 Do
                 seem
                 more
                 glorious
                 ,
                 than
                 in
                 the
                 field
              
               
                 To
                 have
                 a
                 Second
                 that
                 some
                 help
                 may
                 yield
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Unwillingly
                 I
                 condescend
                 ,
                 you
                 may
              
               
                 Go
                 ,
                 only
                 God
                 be
                 with
                 thee
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Go
                 in
                 thy
                 strength
                 ,
                 thy
                 native
                 innocence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 may
                 integrity
                 be
                 thy
                 defence
                 .
              
               
                 Consider
                 what
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 ,
                 and
                 why
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 things
                 considering
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 comply
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 temptation
                 ,
                 that
                 would
                 withdraw
              
               
                 Thee
                 from
                 thy
                 duty
                 ,
                 but
                 then
                 stand
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 and
                 his
                 threatning
                 fear
                 with
                 all
                 thy
                 heart
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 fear
                 him
                 is
                 from
                 evil
                 to
                 depart
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 Virtues
                 thou
                 art
                 full
                 ,
                 summon
                 them
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 need
                 be
                 ;
                 to
                 thy
                 help
                 me
                 also
                 call
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Having
                 obtained
                 leave
                 ,
                 away
                 I
                 'le
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 arm'd
                 with
                 uprightness
                 not
                 dread
                 a
                 foe
                 .
              
               
                 Likely
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 more
                 nice
                 than
                 wise
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 mischief
                 can
                 lurk
                 in
                 a
                 Paradise
                 ?
              
               
                 Surely
                 the
                 envious
                 one
                 will
                 never
                 bend
              
               
                 Hither
                 his
                 steps
                 ,
                 where
                 Angels
                 do
                 attend
              
               
                 Upon
                 us
                 as
                 a
                 Guard.
                 Or
                 if
                 to
                 vex
              
               
                 Man
                 be
                 his
                 choice
                 ,
                 me
                 thinks
                 the
                 weaker
                 Sex
              
               
                 He
                 should
                 not
                 first
                 attempt
                 .
                 So
                 great
                 a
                 foe
              
               
                 Will
                 think
                 it
                 scorn
                 for
                 him
                 to
                 stoop
                 so
                 low
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 say
                 he
                 should
                 ,
                 He
                 's
                 fall'n
                 ,
                 Why
                 may
                 not
                 I
              
               
                 With
                 ease
                 resist
                 a
                 fallen
                 enemy
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 SATAN
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 now
                 that
                 opportunity
                 have
                 met
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 so
                 much
                 have
                 long'd
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 set
              
               
               
                 My
                 trap
                 immediatly
                 ;
                 for
                 in
                 my
                 pain
              
               
                 Nothing
                 can
                 ease
                 me
                 unless
                 her
                 I
                 gain
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 for
                 a
                 Spouse
                 :
                 Carnal
                 embraces
                 do
              
               
                 Not
                 with
                 Angelic
                 Beings
                 suit
                 .
                 We
                 ,
                 who
              
               
                 Have
                 nothing
                 terrene
                 in
                 us
                 ,
                 soar
                 much
                 higher
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 unto
                 things
                 more
                 noble
                 do
                 aspire
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 for
                 a
                 slave
                 I
                 'd
                 have
                 her
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 may
              
               
                 Fry
                 in
                 Hell-flames
                 with
                 me
                 another
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Lovely
                 she
                 is
                 :
                 But
                 what
                 is
                 that
                 to
                 me
                 ?
              
               
                 Before
                 my
                 fall
                 I
                 fairer
                 was
                 than
                 she
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 since
                 revenge
                 I
                 do
                 resolve
                 ,
                 I
                 must
              
               
                 No
                 beauty
                 like
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 it
                 draws
                 to
                 lust
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 God
                 and
                 man
                 doth
                 please
                 ,
                 doth
                 me
                 offend
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 shall
                 by
                 spoiling
                 that
                 attain
                 my
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 soul
                 shall
                 lose
                 its
                 rectitude
                 ,
                 that
                 face
              
               
                 Shall
                 be
                 devested
                 of
                 its
                 comely
                 grace
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 I
                 have
                 once
                 drawn
                 her
                 into
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 shall
                 I
                 laugh
                 to
                 see
                 what
                 case
                 She
                 's
                 in
                 ?
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 creatures
                 I
                 have
                 been
                 to
                 chuse
              
               
                 An
                 instrument
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 I
                 may
                 abuse
              
               
                 This
                 new-made
                 couple
                 ,
                 and
                 find
                 none
                 so
                 meet
              
               
                 As
                 is
                 the
                 Serpent
                 for
                 this
                 devillish
                 cheat
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 beasts
                 he
                 is
                 most
                 subtle
                 ,
                 the
                 whole
                 field
              
               
                 Doth
                 not
                 another
                 half
                 so
                 crafty
                 yield
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 him
                 my self
                 I
                 now
                 incarnate
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 a
                 Serpent
                 be
                 a
                 Devil
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 matters
                 not
                 though
                 I
                 my self
                 abase
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 I
                 Gods
                 image
                 may
                 in
                 man
                 deface
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Serpent
                 then
                 I
                 'le
                 use
                 my
                 mind
                 to
                 break
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 ,
                 taught
                 by
                 me
                 ,
                 thus
                 unto
                 Eve
                 shall
                 speak
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SERPENT
                 .
              
               
                 Lady
                 Supreme
                 ,
                 unto
                 whose
                 great
                 command
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 all
                 are
                 subject
                 ,
                 and
                 obedient
                 stand
                 .
              
               
                 Vouchsafe
                 a
                 pardon
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 who
                 am
                 bold
              
               
                 Your
                 presence
                 thus
                 to
                 enter
                 ,
                 and
                 behold
              
               
                 With
                 ravisht
                 spirit
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 humbled
                 eye
              
               
                 Your
                 person
                 which
                 resembles
                 Deity
                 .
              
               
                 Put
                 on
                 a
                 smile
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 that
                 brow
                 bend
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 Majesty
                 and
                 Love
                 seem
                 to
                 contend
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 created
                 dumb
                 ,
                 but
                 do
                 rejoyce
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 now
                 I
                 can
                 with
                 an
                 articulate
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 Applaud
                 the
                 charms
                 of
                 thy
                 beauty
                 Divine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tell
                 thee
                 I
                 by
                 gift
                 and
                 love
                 am
                 thine
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 so
                 are
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 ,
                 and
                 were
                 there
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 thy
                 beauty
                 always
                 would
                 adore
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 they
                 of
                 me
                 fall
                 short
                 ,
                 for
                 lately
                 I
              
               
                 Some
                 distance
                 hence
                 did
                 happily
                 espy
              
               
                 A
                 goodly
                 tree
                 laden
                 with
                 fruit
                 ,
                 which
                 might
              
               
                 Tempt
                 the
                 most
                 dull
                 and
                 sluggish
                 appetite
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 had
                 no
                 sooner
                 seen
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 my
                 mind
              
               
                 Was
                 for
                 a
                 tast
                 sharp
                 set
                 .
                 So
                 I
                 did
                 wind
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 I
                 did
                 get
                 up
                 ;
                 being
                 so
                 ,
                 I
                 could
                 not
                 cast
              
               
                 Mine
                 eye
                 on
                 any
                 twig
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 did
                 meet
              
               
                 With
                 numberless
                 temptations
                 to
                 eat
                 .
              
               
                 Restrain
                 my self
                 I
                 could
                 not
                 any
                 more
                 ;
              
               
                 Sin
                 it
                 was
                 not
                 to
                 eat
                 ,
                 where
                 was
                 such
                 store
                 .
              
               
                 Venture
                 therefore
                 I
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 don
                 't
                 repent
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 I
                 return
                 much
                 better
                 than
                 I
                 went.
              
               
               
                 Here
                 is
                 my
                 former
                 shape
                 ,
                 my
                 former
                 skin
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 there
                 's
                 great
                 alteration
                 made
                 within
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 strings
                 that
                 once
                 my
                 tongue
                 ti'd
                 ,
                 now
                 are
                 loos'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Into
                 my
                 mind
                 a
                 glorious
                 light
                 's
                 infus'd
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 that
                 before
                 was
                 beast
                 throughout
                 ,
                 now
                 can
              
               
                 Hear
                 ,
                 and
                 discourse
                 ,
                 and
                 understand
                 like
                 man.
              
               
                 When
                 upon
                 me
                 this
                 great
                 effect
                 was
                 wrought
                 ,
              
               
                 Duly
                 I
                 it
                 considered
                 ,
                 and
                 thought
              
               
                 It
                 crime
                 unpardonable
                 should
                 I
                 smother
              
               
                 Such
                 an
                 advantage
                 ,
                 and
                 acquaint
                 no
                 other
              
               
                 With
                 what
                 my self
                 had
                 found
                 .
                 'T
                 was
                 in
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 Good
                 groweth
                 better
                 when
                 we
                 it
                 impart
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Lord
                 I
                 dar'd
                 not
                 tell
                 of
                 this
                 .
                 His
                 brow
              
               
                 Is
                 with
                 such
                 Majesty
                 array'd
                 ,
                 we
                 bow
              
               
                 Before
                 him
                 all
                 amaz'd
                 ;
                 without
                 dispute
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 very
                 look
                 will
                 strike
                 a
                 speaker
                 mute
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 from
                 thy
                 milder
                 aspect
                 I
                 did
                 take
              
               
                 Encouragement
                 humble
                 address
                 to
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tell
                 thee
                 what
                 I
                 find
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 Tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 wrought
                 this
                 change
                 in
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 such
                 a
                 Servitor
                 would
                 please
                 ,
                 in
                 haste
              
               
                 I
                 'd
                 up
                 again
                 ,
                 and
                 fetch
                 you
                 down
                 a
                 taste
                 .
              
               
                 Do
                 it
                 your self
                 ,
                 sweet
                 Lady
                 ,
                 look
                 up
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 Gather
                 an
                 Apple
                 with
                 your
                 lilly-hand
                 .
              
               
                 Had
                 I
                 but
                 ought
                 to
                 pawn
                 ,
                 it
                 pawn
                 would
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 eating
                 would
                 advance
                 you
                 ;
                 Lady
                 ,
                 try
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 thou
                 mightst
                 of
                 thus
                 discoursing
                 me
              
               
                 Have
                 sav'd
                 thy self
                 the
                 labour
                 .
                 'T
                 is
                 a
                 Tree
                 ,
              
               
               
                 We
                 are
                 forbidden
                 ;
                 thou
                 may'st
                 go
                 and
                 boast
              
               
                 What
                 good
                 thou
                 foundest
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 numerous
                 host
              
               
                 Of
                 creatures
                 lately
                 made
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 them
                 try
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 eating
                 of
                 it
                 will
                 them
                 edifie
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 thee
                 it
                 seems
                 it
                 did
                 ;
                 what
                 is
                 thy
                 gain
                 ,
              
               
                 Should
                 I
                 tast
                 too
                 ,
                 would
                 surely
                 be
                 my
                 bane
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 great
                 Creator
                 did
                 by
                 words
                 express
                 ,
              
               
                 Command
                 us
                 to
                 forbear
                 ,
                 and
                 ne'rtheless
              
               
                 Would'st
                 thou
                 have
                 me
                 to
                 meddle
                 ?
                 Shall
                 a
                 Law
              
               
                 So
                 strict
                 be
                 given
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 not
                 stand
                 in
                 awe
                 ?
              
               
                 Is
                 disobedience
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 rise
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 can
                 sin
                 be
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 become
                 wise
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 e're
                 advantage
                 this
                 Tree
                 hath
                 thee
                 brought
              
               
                 I
                 do
                 conclude
                 thy
                 counsel
                 now
                 is
                 naught
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SERPENT
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Sovereign
                 Mistris
                 ,
                 I
                 thy
                 pardon
                 crave
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 in
                 any
                 thing
                 offended
                 have
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 offence
                 did
                 from
                 pure
                 love
                 proceed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 love
                 deserves
                 a
                 pardon
                 when
                 there
                 's
                 need
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 mine
                 own
                 gain
                 I
                 could
                 content
                 have
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 I
                 not
                 zealously
                 desir'd
                 thy
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 what
                 else
                 could
                 I
                 aim
                 ?
                 As
                 for
                 this
                 Tree
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 could
                 have
                 kept
                 its
                 virtues
                 hid
                 from
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 had
                 I
                 thought
                 its
                 fruit
                 forbid
                 ,
                 sure
                 I
              
               
                 Should
                 not
                 have
                 dar'd
                 to
                 cross
                 that
                 Majesty
              
               
                 Whose
                 great
                 creating-Word
                 did
                 being
                 give
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 and
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 whose
                 Word
                 we
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 patience
                 yet
                 most
                 humbly
                 I
                 implore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beg
                 you
                 would
                 consider
                 well
                 ,
                 before
              
               
               
                 You
                 positively
                 determine
                 any
                 thing
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 one
                 case
                 .
                 Unto
                 your
                 mind
                 first
                 bring
              
               
                 What
                 God
                 indeed
                 did
                 say
                 ,
                 so
                 you
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 You
                 're
                 under
                 some
                 mistake
                 ;
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 he
                 say
                 ,
                 Madam
                 ,
                 did
                 he
                 say
                 ;
                 indeed
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 all
                 these
                 Garden-trees
                 ye
                 shall
                 not
                 feed
                 ?
              
               
                 Did
                 he
                 not
                 constitute
                 you
                 Lords
                 of
                 all
                 ?
              
               
                 Hath
                 he
                 not
                 made
                 you
                 owners
                 general
              
               
                 Of
                 Fish
                 ,
                 and
                 Fowl
                 ,
                 and
                 Beasts
                 ?
                 Did
                 he
                 not
                 give
              
               
                 Unto
                 you
                 all
                 things
                 that
                 on
                 earth
                 do
                 live
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 herbs
                 that
                 bear
                 seed
                 in
                 the
                 field
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 fruit
                 of
                 all
                 Trees
                 too
                 that
                 seed
                 do
                 yield
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 hath
                 he
                 after
                 all
                 excepted
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Bounding
                 thereby
                 your
                 vast
                 Dominion
                 ?
              
               
                 Have
                 you
                 at
                 last
                 a
                 confin'd
                 liberty
                 ?
              
               
                 Freedom
                 that
                 is
                 not
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 is
                 not
                 free
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 well
                 remember
                 what
                 our
                 Lord
                 did
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 spoken
                 had
                 to
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 the
                 fruit
                 eat
                 of
                 all
                 Trees
                 that
                 do
              
               
                 Within
                 this
                 most
                 delightful
                 Garden
                 grow
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 the
                 fruit
                 of
                 this
                 Tree
                 ,
                 which
                 doth
                 stand
              
               
                 In
                 th'
                 midst
                 of
                 Garden
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 his
                 command
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 sure
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 was
                 by
                 ,
              
               
                 Ye
                 shall
                 not
                 eat
                 ,
                 nor
                 touch
                 it
                 ,
                 lest
                 ye
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 ,
                 what
                 Death
                 is
                 ,
                 I
                 as
                 yet
                 can't
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 judg
                 ,
                 that
                 Death
                 containeth
                 in
                 it
                 Hell.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 SERPENT
                 .
              
               
                 Lo
                 here
                 the
                 reason
                 of
                 a
                 rigid
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 Meerly
                 to
                 keep
                 inferiors
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 God
                 say
                 thus
                 ,
                 when
                 ye
                 do
                 eat
                 ye
                 dye
                 ?
              
               
                 Look
                 down
                 and
                 see
                 that
                 threat
                 a
                 foppery
                 .
              
               
                 See
                 't
                 so
                 in
                 me
                 ,
                 a
                 kind
                 of
                 pious
                 cheat
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 live
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 I
                 of
                 that
                 Tree
                 did
                 eat
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 that
                 my
                 eating
                 quickly
                 was
                 attended
              
               
                 By
                 nobler
                 life
                 than
                 e're
                 was
                 me
                 intended
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 best
                 was
                 thee
                 design'd
                 ,
                 sure
                 then
                 at
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 Eat
                 thou
                 maist
                 what
                 is
                 eaten
                 by
                 a
                 beast
                 .
              
               
                 Shake
                 off
                 vain
                 fear
                 ,
                 I
                 tell
                 thee
                 ,
                 even
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 e're
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 surely
                 ye
                 shall
                 not
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 God
                 himself
                 doth
                 know
                 it
                 ,
                 what
                 day
                 ye
              
               
                 Do
                 eat
                 thereof
                 ,
                 your
                 eyes
                 shall
                 open'd
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 unto
                 gods
                 ye
                 shall
                 be
                 like
                 ,
                 for
                 so
              
               
                 Both
                 what
                 is
                 good
                 and
                 evil
                 ye
                 shall
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 Good
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 known
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 enjoy'd
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 knowing
                 evil
                 ,
                 you
                 may
                 it
                 avoid
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 not
                 this
                 invite
                 ?
                 Knowledg
                 is
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Nay
                 a
                 great
                 part
                 of
                 Gods
                 perfection
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 it
                 you
                 should
                 be
                 filled
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 fates
              
               
                 Have
                 made
                 you
                 Universal
                 Potentates
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 that
                 is
                 advanc'd
                 to
                 highest
                 Rule
                 ,
              
               
                 Should
                 be
                 at
                 furthest
                 distance
                 from
                 a
                 Fool.
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 your
                 knowledg
                 hurt
                 God
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 we
                 suppose
                 ,
                 from
                 imperfection
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 knoweth
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 sure
                 ;
                 and
                 what
                 if
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 bear
                 his
                 Image
                 ,
                 be
                 made
                 knowing
                 too
                 ?
              
               
               
                 When
                 your
                 eyes
                 opened
                 are
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 thereby
              
               
                 Resemble
                 him
                 the
                 more
                 who
                 is
                 all
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 why
                 should
                 we
                 more
                 words
                 thus
                 spend
                 in
                 waste
                 ?
              
               
                 Stretch
                 out
                 thy
                 hand
                 ,
                 gather
                 ,
                 and
                 freely
                 taste
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 tasting
                 will
                 us
                 change
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 these
                 odds
                 ,
              
               
                 Me
                 it
                 makes
                 like
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 like
                 to
                 Gods.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 time
                 of
                 day
                 is
                 it
                 ?
                 Hath
                 the
                 swift
                 Sun
              
               
                 His
                 morning
                 up-hill-course
                 already
                 run
                 ?
              
               
                 Me-thinks
                 I
                 feel
                 a
                 sharpned
                 appetite
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 calls
                 for
                 food
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 Tree
                 doth
                 invite
              
               
                 To
                 come
                 and
                 eat
                 thereof
                 .
                 If
                 I
                 compare
              
               
                 All
                 Fruits
                 together
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 more
                 rare
              
               
                 Presents
                 it self
                 in
                 th'
                 Garden
                 ,
                 none
                 so
                 well
              
               
                 Doth
                 with
                 its
                 fragrancy
                 delight
                 my
                 smell
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sure
                 some
                 hidden
                 virtues
                 in
                 it
                 lie
                 ,
              
               
                 Concealed
                 hitherto
                 from
                 human
                 eye
              
               
                 And
                 understanding
                 ,
                 yea
                 the
                 very
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 gave
                 it
                 ,
                 doth
                 greatly
                 confirm
                 the
                 same
                 :
              
               
                 Himself
                 the
                 
                   Tree
                   of
                   knowledg
                
                 did
                 it
                 stile
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 such
                 a
                 Tree
                 destroy
                 ?
                 can
                 it
                 defile
                 ?
              
               
                 Besides
                 experience
                 good
                 now
                 hath
                 me
                 taught
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 lovely
                 Tree
                 was
                 not
                 design'd
                 for
                 nought
              
               
                 But
                 a
                 shew
                 only
                 ,
                 for
                 one
                 taste
                 did
                 raise
              
               
                 And
                 teach
                 a
                 creature
                 dumb
                 to
                 speak
                 its
                 praise
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 an
                 argument
                 ,
                 I
                 shall
                 not
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Serpent
                 eat
                 and
                 dy'd
                 not
                 ,
                 why
                 should
                 I
                 ?
              
               
                 Are
                 only
                 we
                 restrain'd
                 ?
                 Death
                 only
                 found
              
               
                 Us
                 two
                 to
                 fright
                 ,
                 and
                 keep
                 us
                 within
                 bound
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Was
                 this
                 rare
                 fruit
                 designed
                 for
                 a
                 beast
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 must
                 we
                 die
                 the
                 death
                 ,
                 if
                 taste
                 the
                 least
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 not
                 believe
                 it
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 take
                 and
                 trie
                 ,
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 and
                 taste
                 too
                 ,
                 although
                 I
                 taste
                 and
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 when
                 I
                 have
                 eaten
                 I
                 do
                 live
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 some
                 unto
                 Adam
                 give
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Dear
                 ,
                 where
                 hast
                 thou
                 spent
                 so
                 many
                 hours
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 work
                 could
                 thee
                 detain
                 ?
                 what
                 pleasant
              
               
                 Could
                 keep
                 thee
                 from
                 me
                 ?
                 or
                 what
                 could
                 supply
                 bow'rs
              
               
                 Thy
                 Husbands
                 room
                 so
                 long
                 ?
                 for
                 certain
                 I
              
               
                 Did
                 greatly
                 miss
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 find
                 it
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 this
                 earth
                 is
                 nothing
                 like
                 to
                 you
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 only
                 so
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 did
                 strangely
                 find
              
               
                 A
                 discomposure
                 in
                 my
                 thoughts
                 and
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 boded
                 ill
                 ,
                 methought
                 ,
                 a
                 sudden
                 blow
              
               
                 Was
                 given
                 ,
                 though
                 by
                 what
                 hand
                 I
                 did
                 not
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 beneath
                 did
                 tremble
                 ,
                 and
                 withall
                 ,
              
               
                 Off
                 from
                 their
                 trees
                 the
                 fading
                 leaves
                 did
                 fall
                 ;
              
               
                 Upon
                 a
                 sudden
                 beauty
                 left
                 their
                 fruit
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 pretty
                 warbling
                 birds
                 stood
                 mute
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 creatures
                 fearful
                 grew
                 ,
                 and
                 others
                 fierce
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 looks
                 were
                 stern
                 .
                 Eve
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 rehearse
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 I
                 did
                 observe
                 :
                 My
                 blood
                 waxt
                 chill
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 heart
                 misgave
                 me
                 ,
                 there
                 was
                 something
                 ill
              
               
                 Had
                 fallen
                 out
                 ;
                 and
                 though
                 I
                 had
                 e'en
                 wove
              
               
                 Of
                 choicest
                 flowers
                 a
                 Garland
                 for
                 my
                 love
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Out
                 of
                 my
                 hands
                 I
                 threw
                 it
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 stay
              
               
                 A
                 minute
                 longer
                 ,
                 but
                 did
                 come
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 haste
                 to
                 find
                 thee
                 ,
                 glad
                 to
                 meet
                 thee
                 here
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 dost
                 thou
                 feel
                 thy self
                 ,
                 how
                 is
                 't
                 my
                 dear
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 never
                 better
                 was
                 ,
                 never
                 so
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Unless
                 I
                 judg
                 amiss
                 ,
                 since
                 I
                 could
                 tell
              
               
                 What
                 Being
                 means
                 .
                 Thy
                 company
                 indeed
              
               
                 Most
                 sorely
                 I
                 did
                 miss
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 take
                 heed
              
               
                 Of
                 future
                 absence
                 ;
                 for
                 I
                 felt
                 such
                 pain
              
               
                 Upon
                 that
                 score
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 feel
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 which
                 me
                 detain'd
                 so
                 long
                 was
                 this
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 subtle
                 Serpent
                 (
                 who
                 advanced
                 is
              
               
                 Unto
                 a
                 nobler
                 state
                 than
                 what
                 he
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 of
                 that
                 advancement
                 very
                 glad
                 )
              
               
                 Most
                 humbly
                 came
                 ,
                 desirous
                 to
                 acquaint
              
               
                 Me
                 with
                 his
                 change
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 most
                 sweetly
                 paint
              
               
                 In
                 lively
                 colours
                 virtues
                 of
                 that
                 tree
              
               
                 Which
                 you
                 and
                 I
                 by
                 God
                 forbidden
                 be
              
               
                 A
                 taste
                 of
                 .
                 This
                 he
                 did
                 in
                 humane
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 words
                 that
                 were
                 most
                 eloquent
                 and
                 choice
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 secret
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 selfish
                 ,
                 but
                 most
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Others
                 should
                 with
                 him
                 share
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 to
                 me
              
               
                 Kindly
                 impart
                 ,
                 and
                 withal
                 much
                 perswade
              
               
                 Me
                 for
                 to
                 take
                 and
                 eat
                 —
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Ah!
                 but
                 I
                 hope
                 he
                 did
                 perswade
                 in
                 vain
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Dearest
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 am
                 in
                 pain
              
               
               
                 To
                 know
                 thee
                 issue
                 —
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Lord
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 perswade
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 prevail
              
               
                 I
                 saw
                 ,
                 I
                 took
                 ,
                 I
                 eat
                 .
                 What
                 wil't
                 avail
              
               
                 Now
                 to
                 deny
                 the
                 fact
                 ;
                 neither
                 despise
              
               
                 Me
                 for
                 what
                 's
                 done
                 ,
                 much
                 clearer
                 are
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Scales
                 off
                 did
                 fall
                 ,
                 my
                 mind
                 is
                 more
                 sublime
                 ,
              
               
                 Than
                 e're
                 I
                 found
                 it
                 was
                 before
                 this
                 time
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 spirits
                 are
                 dilated
                 ,
                 my
                 thoughts
                 flie
              
               
                 Hither
                 and
                 thither
                 with
                 full
                 libertie
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 my
                 affections
                 are
                 rais'd
                 ,
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 Conclude
                 my self
                 a
                 kind
                 of
                 Goddess
                 too
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 is
                 troubled
                 ;
                 thou
                 hast
                 troubled
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 formed
                 wast
                 my
                 Comforter
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 me
                 hath
                 amazement
                 taken
                 hold
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 joints
                 are
                 loosed
                 all
                 ;
                 and
                 horror
                 cold
              
               
                 Runs
                 through
                 my
                 veins
                 ,
                 this
                 't
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 undone
              
               
                 By
                 her
                 that
                 is
                 my
                 dear
                 and
                 only
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Oh!
                 that
                 I
                 ever
                 suffer'd
                 thee
                 to
                 go
              
               
                 Alone
                 ,
                 expos'd
                 alone
                 unto
                 thy
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 Had
                 I
                 deny'd
                 thee
                 then
                 ,
                 I
                 had
                 not
                 now
              
               
                 Known
                 those
                 sad
                 sinking
                 sorrows
                 which
                 I
                 do
                 .
              
               
                 Lately
                 thou
                 wast
                 most
                 lovely
                 and
                 most
                 sweet
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 thee
                 did
                 all
                 create
                 Perfections
                 meet
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 thou
                 art
                 defac'd
                 ,
                 thou
                 now
                 art
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 will
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 sorrows
                 cost
                 .
              
               
               
                 Oh!
                 hadst
                 thou
                 ne'er
                 been
                 made
                 ,
                 or
                 being
                 made
                 ,
              
               
                 Wouldst
                 have
                 my
                 counsel
                 given
                 thee
                 ,
                 obey'd
                 .
              
               
                 Poor
                 ruin'd
                 Eve
                 !
                 for
                 I
                 must
                 change
                 my
                 note
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 e're
                 thou
                 think'st
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 to
                 death
                 devote
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 wound
                 's
                 incurable
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 it
                 heal
                 ?
              
               
                 God
                 never
                 will
                 the
                 sentence
                 past
                 repeal
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 I
                 feel
                 what
                 thou
                 fearest
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 be
              
               
                 Alone
                 a
                 victim
                 to
                 that
                 Deitie
              
               
                 Which
                 thou
                 supposest
                 angry
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 end
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 displeasure
                 thou
                 dost
                 apprehend
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 whence
                 these
                 fears
                 ?
                 I
                 pray
                 and
                 pray
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 tell
                 me
                 .
                 Is
                 not
                 the
                 case
                 plain
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 Serpent
                 did
                 eat
                 first
                 ,
                 afterward
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 we
                 do
                 live
                 ,
                 why
                 shouldest
                 thou
                 then
                 die
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 eat
                 ?
                 but
                 grant
                 it
                 ,
                 hadst
                 not
                 rather
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 die
                 we
                 must
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 die
                 both
                 together
                 ?
              
               
                 Where
                 is
                 thy
                 love
                 ?
                 or
                 where
                 thy
                 noble
                 heart
                 ?
              
               
                 Art
                 thou
                 afraid
                 to
                 die
                 ?
                 shall
                 death
                 us
                 part
                 ?
              
               
                 But
                 where
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 he
                 ,
                 if
                 his
                 fatal
                 blow
              
               
                 Must
                 cut
                 me
                 off
                 ,
                 why
                 don't
                 he
                 strike
                 it
                 now
                 ?
              
               
                 Come
                 let
                 me
                 hug
                 thee
                 in
                 my
                 tender
                 arm
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 infolded
                 fear
                 not
                 any
                 harm
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 tell
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 twenty
                 kisses
                 seal
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 of
                 these
                 my
                 words
                 ,
                 I
                 ne'r
                 did
                 feel
              
               
                 Such
                 extasies
                 of
                 joy
                 as
                 did
                 insue
              
               
                 My
                 tasting
                 of
                 that
                 tree
                 .
                 Taste
                 thou
                 it
                 too
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 thou
                 dost
                 give
                 ,
                 my
                 Dear
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 take
                 ,
                 although
              
               
                 I
                 'm
                 not
                 deceiv'd
                 like
                 thee
                 ,
                 but
                 better
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 know
                 that
                 eating
                 this
                 will
                 do
                 me
                 harm
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 am
                 carried
                 captive
                 by
                 thy
                 charm
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 flesh
                 and
                 bone
                 thou
                 hast
                 ,
                 with
                 them
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 two
                 are
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 will
                 not
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 happiness
                 thou
                 didst
                 partake
                 with
                 me
                 ▪
              
               
                 In
                 miseries
                 I
                 will
                 partake
                 with
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 great
                 delight
                 thou
                 hast
                 been
                 ,
                 even
                 thou
                 ;
              
               
                 Whatever
                 comes
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 leave
                 thee
                 now
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 though
                 this
                 hour
                 I
                 fetch
                 my
                 dying
                 groan
                 ?
              
               
                 It
                 would
                 be
                 death
                 to
                 me
                 to
                 live
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 thou
                 die
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 another
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 other
                 never
                 would
                 fill
                 up
                 thy
                 room
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 God
                 his
                 pleasure
                 do
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 do
                 mine
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 life
                 and
                 death
                 resolved
                 to
                 be
                 thine
                 .
              
               
                 Eve
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 eaten
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 own
                 my
                 love
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 ,
                 which
                 threatn'd
                 death
                 could
                 not
                 remove
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 DEVIL
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 my
                 ends
                 thus
                 I
                 master
                 am
                 ,
                 thus
                 I
              
               
                 With
                 ease
                 have
                 triumph'd
                 o're
                 mine
                 enemy
                 .
              
               
                 God
                 did
                 intend
                 to
                 honour
                 dust
                 to
                 raise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 these
                 despicable
                 worms
                 a
                 praise
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 race
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 resolv'd
                 ,
                 should
                 spring
              
               
                 From
                 
                 Adam's
                 loins
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 them
                 he
                 would
                 bring
              
               
                 To
                 those
                 coelestial
                 places
                 whence
                 we
                 fell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 while
                 we
                 do
                 tormenting
                 pains
                 in
                 hell
              
               
               
                 Suffer
                 without
                 all
                 hope
                 ;
                 there
                 they
                 should
                 be
              
               
                 As
                 favourites
                 crown'd
                 with
                 felicity
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 at
                 which
                 my
                 spirit
                 most
                 recoils
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 ,
                 they
                 should
                 be
                 enriched
                 with
                 our
                 spoils
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 could
                 we
                 Angels
                 brook
                 it
                 ?
                 though
                 we
                 are
              
               
                 Fallen
                 and
                 ruin'd
                 ,
                 yet
                 we
                 cannot
                 bear
              
               
                 Such
                 an
                 affront
                 .
                 I
                 gladly
                 would
                 have
                 prey'd
              
               
                 On
                 his
                 Imperial
                 Throne
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 invade
              
               
                 His
                 stately
                 Royal
                 Palace
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 it
              
               
                 Would
                 but
                 a
                 siege
                 ,
                 or
                 storm
                 ,
                 or
                 myne
                 admit
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 its
                 walls
                 are
                 too
                 high
                 for
                 me
                 to
                 scale
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 gate
                 so
                 fastned
                 ,
                 no
                 strength
                 can
                 prevail
              
               
                 To
                 force
                 it
                 open
                 ,
                 there
                 he
                 sits
                 secure
              
               
                 In
                 happiness
                 for
                 ever
                 to
                 endure
                 .
              
               
                 Well
                 ,
                 though
                 his
                 lofty
                 Throne
                 I
                 could
                 not
                 shake
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 now
                 have
                 that
                 atchieved
                 ,
                 which
                 will
                 make
              
               
                 Some
                 breach
                 upon
                 his
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 spoil
                 in
                 part
              
               
                 His
                 matchless
                 joys
                 ,
                 and
                 grieve
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 call
                 to
                 mind
                 how
                 greatly
                 he
                 was
                 pleas'd
              
               
                 VVith
                 our
                 confusion
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 had
                 eas'd
              
               
                 Heaven
                 of
                 us
                 as
                 its
                 burden
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 chains
              
               
                 Of
                 darkness
                 clapt
                 us
                 ,
                 while
                 himself
                 still
                 reigns
              
               
                 In
                 light
                 and
                 glory
                 ;
                 therefore
                 now
                 will
                 we
              
               
                 Be
                 pleas'd
                 at
                 his
                 disturbance
                 ,
                 now
                 that
                 he
              
               
                 Is
                 to
                 repentance
                 brought
                 for
                 making
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 grieveth
                 inwardly
                 for
                 making
                 man.
              
               
                 VVhere
                 is
                 the
                 beauty
                 now
                 of
                 his
                 Creation
                 ?
              
               
                 He
                 that
                 his
                 darling
                 was
                 ,
                 is
                 his
                 vexation
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 him
                 so
                 seduc'd
                 ,
                 that
                 even
                 he
              
               
                 Novv
                 is
                 become
                 his
                 Makers
                 enemy
                 .
              
               
               
                 Man
                 ,
                 whom
                 before
                 he
                 in
                 his
                 arms
                 did
                 cherish
              
               
                 Of
                 Love
                 ,
                 is
                 now
                 worse
                 than
                 the
                 beasts
                 that
                 perish
                 .
              
               
                 Hasten
                 ,
                 sin
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 him
                 with
                 all
                 evil
                 fill
                 ;
              
               
                 Death
                 feast
                 upon
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 be
                 hungry
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 air
                 and
                 earth
                 your
                 territories
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 exercise
                 dominion
                 over
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 specially
                 o're
                 man
                 ,
                 diseases
                 cast
                 ,
              
               
                 Sorrows
                 throwe
                 on
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 him
                 killl
                 at
                 last
                 ▪
              
               
                 Thus
                 Devil
                 ,
                 Sin
                 ,
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Triplicity
              
               
                 Infernal
                 ,
                 after
                 all
                 victorious
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 our
                 grand
                 enemy
                 rejoyce
                 ,
                 that
                 out
              
               
                 Of
                 Heaven
                 he
                 hath
                 tumbled
                 at
                 one
                 bout
              
               
                 So
                 many
                 thousand
                 Angels
                 .
                 I
                 can
                 tell
              
               
                 Almost
                 as
                 great
                 a
                 feat
                 perform'd
                 by
                 Hell
              
               
                 At
                 once
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 one
                 little
                 Strat'gem
                 I
              
               
                 Have
                 Adam
                 ruin'd
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 progeny
                 ,
              
               
                 Millions
                 and
                 Millions
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 who
                 shall
                 now
              
               
                 'Gainst
                 God
                 rebel
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 our
                 Scepter
                 bow
                 .
              
               
                 Henceforth
                 to
                 make
                 man
                 happy
                 shall
                 cost
                 more
              
               
                 A
                 great
                 deal
                 than
                 it
                 would
                 have
                 cost
                 before
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Night
                 most
                 uncomfortable
                 I
                 have
                 had
                 ;
              
               
                 None
                 such
                 till
                 now
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 thousand
                 sad
              
               
                 And
                 frightful
                 thoughts
                 have
                 taken
                 up
                 my
                 mind
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 ,
                 Eve
                 ,
                 at
                 my
                 waking
                 I
                 do
                 find
              
               
                 My
                 head
                 much
                 discompos'd
                 ,
                 yea
                 out
                 of
                 frame
              
               
                 I
                 feel
                 my self
                 all
                 o're
                 ,
                 find
                 not
                 the
                 same
              
               
                 Serenity
                 within
                 ,
                 nor
                 strength
                 without
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 there
                 is
                 a
                 total
                 rout
              
               
               
                 Of
                 purity
                 ,
                 and
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 joy
                 ;
                 All
                 's
                 gone
                 :
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 being
                 made
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 undone
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 eyes
                 indeed
                 are
                 open'd
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 see
              
               
                 Our selves
                 expos'd
                 to
                 shame
                 and
                 misery
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 we
                 are
                 naked
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 very
                 thing
              
               
                 Which
                 was
                 our
                 glory
                 ,
                 doth
                 now
                 blushes
                 bring
                 ▪
              
               
                 Our
                 rectitude
                 is
                 lost
                 ,
                 our
                 beauty
                 is
              
               
                 Turn'd
                 to
                 deformity
                 .
                 All
                 is
                 amiss
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 out
                 of
                 order
                 quite
                 :
                 where
                 e'r
                 mine
                 eye
              
               
                 Fixeth
                 ,
                 on
                 self
                 or
                 thee
                 ,
                 I
                 faults
                 espy
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 hapless
                 hour
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 when
                 without
                 fear
              
               
                 Thou
                 didst
                 incline
                 thy
                 over-curious
                 ear
              
               
                 Unto
                 that
                 ill-taught
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 feign
              
               
                 An
                 humane
                 voice
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 thereby
                 might
                 gain
              
               
                 Closer
                 attention
                 from
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 infuse
              
               
                 Notions
                 would
                 thy
                 credulity
                 abuse
              
               
                 T'
                 our
                 ruin
                 ,
                 he
                 a
                 very
                 counterfeit
              
               
                 Was
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 promises
                 an
                 arrant
                 cheat
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 true
                 ,
                 our
                 eyes
                 are
                 open'd
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 do
              
               
                 Know
                 good
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 's
                 evil
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 's
                 bad
                 knowledg
                 ,
                 which
                 increaseth
                 sorrow
                 ,
              
               
                 Something
                 to
                 day
                 we
                 feel
                 ,
                 more
                 shall
                 to
                 morrow
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 daily
                 more
                 .
                 The
                 good
                 we
                 had
                 ,
                 is
                 lost
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 evil
                 we
                 do
                 know
                 unto
                 our
                 cost
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 evil
                 is
                 it
                 for
                 us
                 to
                 be
                 stript
              
               
                 Of
                 innocencies
                 robes
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 be
                 whipt
              
               
                 With
                 lash
                 of
                 Consciences
                 !
                 within
                 are
                 fears
              
               
                 Which
                 do
                 perplex
                 our
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 in
                 our
                 ears
              
               
               
                 A
                 dreadful
                 sound
                 is
                 always
                 ;
                 in
                 our
                 face
              
               
                 Marks
                 of
                 sin
                 are
                 instead
                 of
                 wonted
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 boldness
                 now
                 I
                 cannot
                 look
                 on
                 thee
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 shall
                 I
                 with
                 confidence
                 then
                 see
              
               
                 The
                 face
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 whom
                 we
                 so
                 much
                 offended
              
               
                 After
                 he
                 had
                 us
                 both
                 so
                 much
                 befriended
                 ?
              
               
                 Nay
                 ,
                 how
                 shall
                 we
                 upon
                 the
                 Angels
                 look
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 how
                 will
                 they
                 such
                 loathsome
                 Creatures
                 brook
                 ?
              
               
                 Let
                 us
                 go
                 seek
                 a
                 place
                 as
                 dark
                 as
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 we
                 may
                 be
                 removed
                 from
                 that
                 light
              
               
                 Which
                 will
                 our
                 spots
                 and
                 blemishes
                 discover
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 now
                 we
                 nothing
                 are
                 ,
                 but
                 spots
                 all
                 over
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Go
                 then
                 ,
                 I
                 follow
                 ;
                 for
                 my
                 cheeks
                 are
                 dy'd
              
               
                 Red
                 with
                 a
                 blush
                 :
                 and
                 first
                 let
                 us
                 both
                 hide
              
               
                 Some
                 way
                 or
                 other
                 those
                 parts
                 which
                 do
                 seem
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 the
                 most
                 uncomely
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 deem
              
               
                 Most
                 fit
                 to
                 be
                 concealed
                 .
                 Let
                 us
                 sow
              
               
                 Broad
                 and
                 thick
                 leaves
                 together
                 ,
                 which
                 may
                 go
              
               
                 About
                 our
                 middles
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 cover
                 round
              
               
                 Such
                 parts
                 as
                 now
                 with
                 shame
                 do
                 most
                 abound
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 we
                 them
                 with
                 modesty
                 do
                 hide
                 ,
              
               
                 Better
                 we
                 may
                 Spectators
                 eyes
                 abide
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 Fig-leaves
                 we
                 are
                 cloath'd
                 ,
                 but
                 sad
                 the
                 story
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 fallen
                 are
                 down
                 from
                 our
                 former
                 glory
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 covering
                 this
                 is
                 ,
                 but
                 such
                 as
                 will
              
               
                 Neither
                 secure
                 nor
                 beautifie
                 ;
                 we
                 're
                 still
              
               
                 More
                 cloath'd
                 with
                 shame
                 ;
                 within
                 we
                 have
                 no
                 rest
                 :
              
               
                 Oh
                 how
                 do
                 frightful
                 thoughts
                 our
                 Souls
                 molest
                 !
              
               
                 Deep
                 springs
                 of
                 fruitless
                 sorrow
                 do
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 streams
                 of
                 brinish
                 tears
                 flow
                 from
                 mine
                 eies
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 I
                 may
                 be
                 drenched
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 no
                 hand
                 know
                 will
                 them
                 wipe
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 I
                 find
                 now
                 in
                 an
                 uproar
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 turned
                 up-side
                 down
                 ;
                 my
                 passions
                 dare
              
               
                 Rebel
                 against
                 my
                 Reason
                 .
                 That
                 great
                 Queen
              
               
                 Who
                 was
                 inthron'd
                 by
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 should
                 have
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 Sole
                 Governess
                 ,
                 doth
                 now
                 a
                 Captive
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 Devested
                 of
                 its
                 power
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 command
              
               
                 Of
                 base
                 unruly
                 lusts
                 ,
                 that
                 strive
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Controllers
                 unto
                 it
                 ,
                 masters
                 to
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 Understanding
                 rules
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 my
                 will
              
               
                 Scorns
                 to
                 obey
                 its
                 dictates
                 ;
                 they
                 both
                 still
              
               
                 Bow
                 to
                 a
                 bruitish
                 appetite
                 ,
                 and
                 I
              
               
                 Can
                 only
                 groan
                 under
                 its
                 tyranny
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 this
                 ,
                 Eve
                 ,
                 thee
                 I
                 thank
                 ;
                 to
                 thee
                 I
                 owe
              
               
                 All
                 ,
                 even
                 all
                 the
                 miseries
                 I
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 Wouldst
                 thou
                 have
                 kept
                 thy
                 place
                 ,
                 hadst
                 thou
                 obey'd
              
               
                 Thy
                 Husbands
                 counsels
                 ,
                 wouldest
                 thou
                 have
                 stay'd
              
               
               
                 By
                 me
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 advis'd
                 ,
                 this
                 had
                 not
                 been
                 ;
              
               
                 Such
                 a
                 sad
                 case
                 as
                 this
                 we
                 had
                 not
                 seen
                 .
              
               
                 Learn
                 henceforth
                 to
                 keep
                 home
                 ;
                 without
                 dispute
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 womans
                 wandring
                 ,
                 mischief
                 is
                 the
                 fruit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 not
                 so
                 partial
                 ,
                 Adam
                 ,
                 prethee
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Lay
                 not
                 the
                 fault
                 on
                 me
                 alone
                 ;
                 bear
                 some
              
               
                 Of
                 it
                 thy self
                 ;
                 it
                 cannot
                 be
                 deny'd
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 between
                 us
                 should
                 the
                 blame
                 divide
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 was
                 that
                 charge
                 giv'n
                 forth
                 ?
                 When
                 did
                 God
                 say
              
               
                 Be
                 sure
                 that
                 you
                 together
                 always
                 stay
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 did
                 conclude
                 kind
                 Heaven
                 did
                 us
                 permit
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 to
                 be
                 alone
                 ,
                 and
                 judg'd
                 it
                 fit
              
               
                 So
                 to
                 be
                 then
                 ;
                 and
                 being
                 innocent
                 ,
              
               
                 Thought
                 where
                 I
                 would
                 I
                 might
                 go
                 ,
                 so
                 I
                 went.
              
               
                 My
                 head
                 thou
                 wast
                 ;
                 if
                 therefore
                 thou
                 didst
                 know
              
               
                 Mischief
                 would
                 follow
                 ,
                 why
                 didst
                 let
                 me
                 go
                 ?
              
               
                 One
                 positive
                 command
                 of
                 thee
                 had
                 made
              
               
                 My
                 purpose
                 change
                 ,
                 and
                 me
                 with
                 thee
                 have
                 staid
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 did
                 not
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 go
                 without
                 thy
                 leave
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 had
                 it
                 ,
                 thou
                 didst
                 me
                 permission
                 give
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 likely
                 't
                 is
                 ,
                 had
                 I
                 been
                 by
                 thy
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 both
                 had
                 fallen
                 ,
                 had
                 we
                 both
                 been
                 tri'de
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 undone
                 by
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 must
                 I
              
               
                 Be
                 charged
                 as
                 cause
                 of
                 our
                 misery
                 ?
              
               
               
                 By
                 granting
                 leave
                 to
                 go
                 ,
                 I
                 did
                 approve
              
               
                 My self
                 to
                 thee
                 ;
                 yet
                 blam'd
                 am
                 for
                 my
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 't
                 indeed
                 just
                 matter
                 of
                 complaint
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 on
                 thee
                 laid
                 not
                 a
                 full
                 restraint
                 ?
              
               
                 Alas
                 !
                 that
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 impos'd
                 by
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 God
                 himself
                 had
                 us
                 created
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 Advise
                 I
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 warn'd
                 ,
                 yea
                 did
                 foretel
              
               
                 What
                 en'mies
                 were
                 abroad
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 might
                 well
              
               
                 Fall
                 out
                 unto
                 our
                 hurt
                 and
                 prejudice
              
               
                 Even
                 in
                 this
                 delightful
                 Paradise
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 I
                 all
                 had
                 said
                 ,
                 thy
                 confidence
              
               
                 Was
                 rais'd
                 ,
                 being
                 built
                 on
                 thine
                 own
                 innocence
              
               
                 And
                 strength
                 .
                 But
                 to
                 speak
                 fully
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 I
              
               
                 Knowing
                 thy
                 rare
                 perfections
                 ,
                 did
                 rely
              
               
                 Upon
                 thy
                 virtue
                 ;
                 but
                 see
                 since
                 that
                 time
              
               
                 Errour
                 in
                 love
                 may
                 prove
                 a
                 fatal
                 crime
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 henceforth
                 may
                 all
                 men
                 be
                 warn'd
                 by
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 may
                 all
                 women
                 too
                 be
                 warn'd
                 by
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Husbands
                 ,
                 away
                 with
                 jealousies
                 ,
                 you
                 must
              
               
                 Love
                 wives
                 with
                 dearness
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 overtrust
              
               
                 Them
                 with
                 self-rule
                 .
                 Wives
                 don
                 't
                 your selves
                 abuse
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 your
                 Husbands
                 for
                 their
                 love
                 accuse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Let
                 all
                 be
                 quiet
                 ,
                 nothing's
                 come
                 to
                 pass
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 by
                 me
                 foreseen
                 most
                 fully
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 known
                 to
                 me
                 from
                 everlasting
                 are
              
               
                 My
                 works
                 ;
                 also
                 the
                 works
                 of
                 all
                 that
                 were
              
               
                 By
                 me
                 created
                 ,
                 both
                 Angels
                 and
                 Man
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 I
                 most
                 easily
                 grasp
                 with
                 my
                 span
              
               
               
                 Of
                 knowledg
                 .
                 Had
                 I
                 pleas'd
                 ,
                 I
                 in
                 that
                 state
              
               
                 Could
                 them
                 confirm
                 in
                 which
                 I
                 did
                 create
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 them
                 to
                 have
                 confirm'd
                 ,
                 did
                 not
                 comport
              
               
                 With
                 my
                 great
                 Counsels
                 .
                 In
                 my
                 Supreme
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 Many
                 attendants
                 stand
                 ,
                 many
                 to
                 fall
              
               
                 I
                 freely
                 left
                 ,
                 freedom
                 I
                 gave
                 them
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 strength
                 enough
                 ,
                 that
                 so
                 it
                 might
                 appear
              
               
                 Who
                 did
                 me
                 truly
                 love
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 sincere
              
               
                 Obedience
                 to
                 me
                 yield
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 might
                 see
              
               
                 Justly
                 they
                 cannot
                 charge
                 their
                 destiny
              
               
                 Nor
                 my
                 decrees
                 ,
                 but
                 they
                 themselves
                 must
                 blame
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 from
                 their
                 own
                 free
                 choice
                 their
                 ruin
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 Angels
                 innumerable
                 tell
                 ;
                 though
                 they
              
               
                 In
                 Heaven
                 were
                 plac'd
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 not
                 Heaven
                 obey
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 I
                 spurn'd
                 them
                 from
                 me
                 with
                 disdain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 them
                 know
                 't
                 impossible
                 to
                 regain
              
               
                 Their
                 first
                 estate
                 ,
                 first
                 habitation
                 ;
              
               
                 Fetter'd
                 they
                 lie
                 in
                 Hells
                 dark
                 region
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 its
                 flames
                 they
                 shall
                 for
                 ever
                 fry
                 ;
              
               
                 Repentance
                 shall
                 be
                 hidden
                 from
                 mine
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 Their
                 chieftain
                 Belzebub
                 my
                 sworn
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 his
                 spite
                 to
                 me
                 sought
                 to
                 undo
              
               
                 Poor
                 man
                 my
                 Creature
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 hath
                 it
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thinks
                 he
                 now
                 of
                 me
                 the
                 day
                 hath
                 won
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 shall
                 quickly
                 know
                 ,
                 I
                 can
                 outdo
              
               
                 His
                 policy
                 and
                 pow'r
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 own
                 bow
              
               
                 I
                 can
                 out-shoot
                 him
                 .
                 It
                 's
                 resolv'd
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 all
                 's
                 done
                 ,
                 man
                 shall
                 be
                 happy
                 still
                 .
              
               
               
                 These
                 broken
                 potsherds
                 I
                 'le
                 again
                 repair
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 them
                 full
                 as
                 beautiful
                 and
                 fair
              
               
                 As
                 erst
                 they
                 were
                 .
                 In
                 spite
                 of
                 Hell
                 ,
                 a
                 place
              
               
                 For
                 justice
                 shall
                 be
                 found
                 and
                 saving
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 man
                 I
                 was
                 the
                 Maker
                 .
                 When
                 made
                 ,
                 He
              
               
                 Unmade
                 himself
                 .
                 Who
                 shall
                 repairer
                 be
                 ?
              
               
                 That
                 work
                 I
                 'l
                 have
                 accomplisht
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 not
              
               
                 Upon
                 my
                 honour
                 suffer
                 such
                 a
                 blot
              
               
                 As
                 Hell
                 design'd
                 to
                 cast
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 Prais'd
                 and
                 admir'd
                 to
                 all
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Son
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 was
                 this
                 said
                 ,
                 but
                 Heav'n
                 did
                 ring
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Angels
                 there
                 did
                 Allelujah
                 sing
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 above
                 all
                 ,
                 Gods
                 only
                 Son
                 did
                 grace
              
               
                 That
                 great
                 assembly
                 ;
                 in
                 his
                 radiant
                 face
              
               
                 Pity
                 and
                 love
                 did
                 sit
                 triumphant
                 .
                 He
              
               
                 Man
                 dearly
                 lov'd
                 ,
                 pity'd
                 his
                 misery
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 now
                 were
                 at
                 their
                 full
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 mans
                 sake
              
               
                 His
                 Father
                 he
                 approach'd
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 he
                 spake
                 .
              
               
                 Father
                 ,
                 I
                 did
                 thy
                 resolution
                 hear
              
               
                 With
                 joy
                 superlative
                 ;
                 and
                 can't
                 forbear
              
               
                 Such
                 goodness
                 to
                 extol
                 with
                 highest
                 praise
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 will
                 poor
                 man
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 ruins
                 raise
                 .
              
               
                 Should
                 he
                 be
                 lost
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 how
                 should
                 flame
              
               
                 Rise
                 from
                 thy
                 Altars
                 ?
                 What
                 one
                 would
                 thy
                 Name
              
               
                 Exalt
                 ?
                 would
                 not
                 thy
                 glory
                 ,
                 Father
                 ,
                 fade
                 ,
              
               
                 Should
                 they
                 be
                 lost
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 thy
                 glory
                 made
              
               
               
                 All
                 know
                 ?
                 Consult
                 thy
                 goodness
                 ,
                 let
                 it
                 shine
                 ;
              
               
                 Never
                 let
                 Hell
                 ,
                 by
                 frustrating
                 of
                 thine
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 master
                 of
                 its
                 ends
                 .
                 Go
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 do
              
               
                 What
                 ever
                 thine
                 own
                 grace
                 doth
                 prompt
                 thee
                 to
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 GOD
                 the
                 Father
                 .
              
               
                 Difference
                 ,
                 my
                 Son
                 ,
                 between
                 us
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 full
                 agreement
                 ;
                 for
                 we
                 two
                 are
                 One.
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 my self
                 in
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 glory
                 bright
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 Son
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 in
                 whom
                 I
                 do
                 delight
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 liest
                 in
                 my
                 bosom
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 thee
              
               
                 All
                 mine
                 eternal
                 counsels
                 open
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Full
                 well
                 thou
                 know'st
                 ,
                 from
                 everlasting
                 we
                 ,
              
               
                 Mercy
                 to
                 man
                 together
                 did
                 decree
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 sad
                 soever
                 matters
                 now
                 appear
              
               
                 Between
                 us
                 two
                 ,
                 counsels
                 of
                 peace
                 then
                 were
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 which
                 shall
                 stand
                 unshaken
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 will
              
               
                 My
                 thoughts
                 perform
                 ,
                 my
                 pleasure
                 all
                 fulfil
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 mankind
                 sha'nt
                 be
                 lost
                 .
                 I
                 'le
                 offer
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 once
                 offer'd
                 many
                 shall
                 embrace
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 that
                 do
                 ,
                 shall
                 find
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 be
              
               
                 Not
                 to
                 themselves
                 beholding
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Conquer
                 at
                 last
                 they
                 shall
                 their
                 deadly
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 their
                 God
                 that
                 victory
                 shall
                 owe.
              
               
                 Unto
                 all
                 those
                 I
                 will
                 my
                 grace
                 impart
                 ;
              
               
                 On
                 them
                 I
                 will
                 bestow
                 a
                 gracious
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 I
                 'le
                 write
                 my
                 law
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 my
                 fear
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 duty
                 they
                 shall
                 persevere
                 .
              
               
                 Love
                 them
                 I
                 will
                 ev'n
                 for
                 mine
                 own
                 names
                 sake
                 ;
              
               
                 Leave
                 them
                 I
                 never
                 will
                 ,
                 never
                 forsake
                 .
              
               
               
                 Yet
                 on
                 mine
                 Honour
                 I
                 do
                 stand
                 ,
                 and
                 will
              
               
                 Have
                 the
                 world
                 know
                 me
                 good
                 ,
                 but
                 righteous
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 who
                 will
                 reverence
                 a
                 Deity
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 may
                 sin
                 with
                 full
                 impunity
                 ?
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 man
                 being
                 fal'n
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 folly
                 rue
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 he
                 do
                 not
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 be
                 true
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 threatning
                 is
                 gone
                 forth
                 ;
                 I
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 he
              
               
                 Eating
                 should
                 die
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 posterity
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 sentence
                 cannot
                 be
                 reverst
                 ,
                 one
                 shall
              
               
                 Dye
                 for
                 lost
                 mankind
                 ,
                 or
                 they
                 must
                 dye
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 who
                 'l
                 pay
                 the
                 debts
                 that
                 men
                 contracted
                 have
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 one
                 will
                 dye
                 himself
                 ,
                 their
                 lives
                 to
                 save
                 ?
              
               
                 Can
                 the
                 Angelic
                 nature
                 shew
                 such
                 love
                 ?
              
               
                 Will
                 the
                 Angelic
                 stock
                 sufficient
                 prove
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 ,
                 they
                 all
                 are
                 nonplust
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 none
              
               
                 Of
                 them
                 to
                 interpose
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 not
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Among
                 them
                 all
                 I
                 know
                 none
                 is
                 that
                 can
              
               
                 Satisfie
                 Justice
                 ,
                 or
                 help
                 ruin'd
                 man.
              
               
                 Both
                 love
                 and
                 power
                 enough
                 they
                 all
                 do
                 lack
                 ;
              
               
                 Sins
                 weight
                 would
                 quickly
                 break
                 an
                 Angels
                 back
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Son
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 too
                 too
                 great
                 a
                 work
                 .
                 Created
                 pow'r
              
               
                 Would
                 utmost
                 weakness
                 prove
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 same
                 hour
              
               
                 It
                 should
                 engage
                 unto
                 't
                 ;
                 who
                 recompence
              
               
                 Can
                 return
                 for
                 an
                 infinite
                 offence
                 ?
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 sin
                 is
                 ,
                 unless
                 he
                 be
                 some
                 one
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 infinite
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 can
                 alone
              
               
                 Infinite
                 price
                 lay
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 th'
                 injury
              
               
                 Compensate
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 done
                 Gods
                 Majesty
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Man
                 himself
                 can't
                 do
                 this
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 lost
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 become
                 a
                 Bankrupt
                 by
                 his
                 fall
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 might
                 have
                 kept
                 the
                 happiness
                 he
                 was
                 in
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 can
                 never
                 answer
                 for
                 his
                 sin
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 the
                 Angels
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 be
              
               
                 Stars
                 of
                 the
                 morning
                 ,
                 high
                 in
                 dignity
                 .
              
               
                 Their
                 stock
                 together
                 put
                 ,
                 immense
                 may
                 seem
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 were
                 it
                 all
                 laid
                 down
                 ,
                 it
                 can't
                 redeem
              
               
                 Man
                 from
                 destruction
                 :
                 should
                 they
                 all
                 be
                 weigh'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 ballance
                 against
                 one
                 sin
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 be
                 found
                 too
                 light
                 .
                 But
                 what
                 of
                 this
                 ?
              
               
                 Because
                 among
                 the
                 Creatures
                 no
                 help
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 there
                 be
                 none
                 ?
                 Though
                 they
                 this
                 cannot
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 wisdom
                 infinite
                 be
                 nonplust
                 too
                 ?
              
               
                 Shall
                 mercy
                 be
                 resolv'd
                 ,
                 yet
                 want
                 a
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 which
                 its
                 selfe
                 to
                 man
                 it
                 might
                 convey
                 ?
              
               
                 May
                 threatned
                 judgments
                 oft
                 prevented
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 grace
                 shall
                 always
                 have
                 its
                 passage
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 my
                 Fathers
                 glory
                 ,
                 also
                 mine
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 magnifying
                 of
                 it
                 we
                 shall
                 shine
              
               
                 In
                 th'
                 eyes
                 of
                 all
                 ;
                 all
                 will
                 Us
                 love
                 for
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 shall
                 find
                 with
                 Us
                 forgiveness
                 is
                 .
              
               
                 Therefore
                 ,
                 O
                 Father
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 known
                 this
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 shall
                 not
                 want
                 one
                 to
                 pave
                 mercies
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 remove
                 obstructions
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 Saviour
                 to
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 sacrifice
                 to
                 Thee
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 thy
                 most
                 wise
                 eternal
                 counsels
                 thou
              
               
                 Didst
                 me
                 appoint
                 Redeemer
                 ;
                 therefore
                 now
                 ,
              
               
                 Lo
                 now
                 I
                 come
                 to
                 do
                 thy
                 will
                 ,
                 and
                 be
              
               
                 A
                 Mediator
                 between
                 man
                 and
                 thee
                 .
              
               
               
                 His
                 debts
                 and
                 sins
                 to
                 a
                 great
                 sum
                 amount
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 ,
                 Father
                 ,
                 put
                 them
                 all
                 on
                 mine
                 account
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 fully
                 will
                 discharge
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 him
                 thy
                 glory
                 shall
                 no
                 loser
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 well
                 this
                 undertaking
                 understand
                 ;
              
               
                 What
                 it
                 will
                 stand
                 me
                 in
                 ,
                 I
                 well
                 know
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 What
                 brook
                 I
                 must
                 drink
                 of
                 ,
                 before
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Come
                 to
                 lift
                 up
                 my
                 Head.
                 I
                 am
                 the
                 High
              
               
                 And
                 lofty
                 One
                 ,
                 whom
                 Seraphims
                 adore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 veil
                 their
                 faces
                 when
                 they
                 'r
                 me
                 before
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 I
                 must
                 act
                 low
                 condescention
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 made
                 of
                 no
                 reputation
                 .
              
               
                 Instead
                 of
                 glory
                 I
                 must
                 take
                 the
                 dress
              
               
                 Of
                 one
                 that
                 hath
                 no
                 form
                 nor
                 comeliness
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 form
                 of
                 God
                 I
                 am
                 ,
                 and
                 robbery
              
               
                 Do
                 think
                 it
                 none
                 to
                 claim
                 equality
              
               
                 With
                 him
                 ;
                 but
                 yet
                 I
                 must
                 a
                 man
                 become
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 found
                 in
                 a
                 sorry
                 servants
                 form
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 more
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 to
                 man
                 would
                 bring
                 relief
                 ,
              
               
                 Sorrows
                 must
                 my
                 familiars
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 grief
              
               
                 Mine
                 intimate
                 acquaintance
                 .
                 I
                 must
                 be
              
               
                 Most
                 sorely
                 bruis'd
                 for
                 his
                 iniquity
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 his
                 transgressions
                 wounded
                 .
                 In
                 that
                 day
              
               
                 On
                 me
                 thou
                 their
                 iniquities
                 wilt
                 lay
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 doth
                 not
                 discourage
                 ,
                 nor
                 much
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 of
                 love
                 and
                 bowels
                 as
                 great
                 store
              
               
                 As
                 thou
                 canst
                 have
                 of
                 wrath
                 .
                 This
                 pleaseth
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Full
                 out
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 Vengeance
                 pleaseth
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 More
                 thou
                 art
                 not
                 displeased
                 with
                 his
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 Than
                 I
                 am
                 pleas'd
                 Salvation
                 him
                 to
                 bring
                 .
              
               
               
                 Him
                 I
                 will
                 draw
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 horrid
                 pit
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 a
                 rock
                 most
                 sure
                 I
                 'le
                 set
                 his
                 feet
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 Justice
                 honour
                 I
                 will
                 so
                 secure
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 that
                 thy
                 Mercy
                 shall
                 for
                 ay
                 endure
                 .
              
               
                 Look
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 Father
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 my
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 it's
                 impossible
                 for
                 me
                 to
                 break
                 ,
                 great
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 know'st
                 me
                 faithful
                 ,
                 thou
                 dost
                 know
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Can
                 upon
                 no
                 account
                 my self
                 deny
                 .
              
               
                 Look
                 then
                 again
                 .
                 I
                 here
                 as
                 surety
                 stand
              
               
                 To
                 pay
                 what
                 e're
                 thy
                 Justice
                 shall
                 demand
                 .
              
               
                 Ask
                 what
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 thou
                 canst
                 not
                 ask
                 amiss
                 ,
              
               
                 Performed
                 it
                 shall
                 be
                 what
                 e're
                 it
                 is
                 .
              
               
                 Can
                 only
                 blood
                 pardon
                 procure
                 ?
                 If
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 Rather
                 than
                 not
                 a
                 pardon
                 ,
                 mine
                 shall
                 go
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 life
                 I
                 'le
                 give
                 for
                 his
                 ,
                 and
                 part
                 with
                 all
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 can
                 part
                 with
                 .
                 Let
                 thine
                 Anger
                 fall
              
               
                 On
                 me
                 thine
                 only
                 Son
                 ,
                 that
                 burden
                 I
              
               
                 Will
                 take
                 ,
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 iniquity
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 its
                 guilt
                 and
                 power
                 .
                 And
                 that
                 I
                 may
              
               
                 Be
                 a
                 fit
                 object
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 day
              
               
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 appoint
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 to
                 my
                 Godhead
              
               
                 The
                 Manhood
                 joyn
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 have
                 blood
                 to
                 shed
                 .
              
               
                 Blood
                 thou
                 canst
                 not
                 except
                 against
                 ,
                 for
                 I
              
               
                 As
                 man
                 will
                 suffer
                 ,
                 as
                 God
                 satisfie
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 men
                 me
                 as
                 a
                 worm
                 tread
                 underfoot
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 laugh
                 ,
                 and
                 shake
                 the
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 lip
                 shoot
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 Bulls
                 ,
                 yea
                 Bulls
                 of
                 Bashan
                 me
                 beset
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 come
                 like
                 hungry
                 Lyons
                 me
                 to
                 eat
                 .
              
               
               
                 Let
                 me
                 be
                 poured
                 out
                 like
                 water
                 ;
                 and
              
               
                 Let
                 all
                 my
                 bones
                 as
                 dislocated
                 stand
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 though
                 my
                 heart
                 melted
                 must
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 I
              
               
                 Shall
                 have
                 my
                 strength
                 like
                 to
                 a
                 potsherd
                 dry
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 though
                 in
                 sorrows
                 thou
                 do
                 me
                 immerse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cruel
                 ones
                 my
                 hands
                 and
                 feet
                 will
                 pierce
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 bear
                 ,
                 yea
                 welcome
                 all
                 ,
                 since
                 thus
                 I
                 can
              
               
                 Redeem
                 from
                 wrath
                 poor
                 ,
                 but
                 beloved
                 Man.
              
               
                 Nay
                 when
                 I
                 am
                 thus
                 brought
                 upon
                 the
                 stage
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 death
                 it self
                 spend
                 on
                 me
                 all
                 its
                 rage
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 it
                 strike
                 fiercely
                 with
                 its
                 Iron
                 Rod
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 boast
                 it
                 hath
                 kill'd
                 the
                 Son
                 of
                 God.
              
               
                 My
                 heart
                 is
                 glad
                 ,
                 my
                 glory
                 joys
                 ,
                 also
              
               
                 My
                 flesh
                 shall
                 rest
                 in
                 hope
                 ,
                 because
                 I
                 know
              
               
                 My
                 precious
                 Soul
                 thou
                 wilt
                 not
                 leave
                 in
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 incorrupt
                 shall
                 resurrection
                 have
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 life
                 the
                 path
                 thou
                 wilt
                 me
                 shew
                 ,
                 to
                 store
              
               
                 Of
                 joys
                 and
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 which
                 forevermore
              
               
                 Are
                 in
                 thy
                 glorious
                 presence
                 .
                 Thus
                 ,
                 although
              
               
                 I
                 seem
                 to
                 yield
                 unto
                 that
                 mighty
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 devoured
                 ,
                 yet
                 will
                 I
              
               
                 Fall
                 like
                 my self
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 brave
                 Conquerour
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 very
                 weakness
                 shall
                 much
                 stronger
                 be
              
               
                 Than
                 men
                 and
                 
                   Devils
                   ▪
                   Devils
                
                 and
                 men
                 shall
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 at
                 my
                 lowest
                 can
                 their
                 pride
                 abate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 above
                 them
                 in
                 their
                 greatest
                 height
                 .
              
               
                 'Gainst
                 man
                 the
                 hand-writing
                 shall
                 not
                 prevail
                 :
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 way
                 I
                 'le
                 take
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 nail
              
               
                 It
                 to
                 my
                 Cross.
                 All
                 adverse
                 powers
                 I
                 'le
                 spoil
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 give
                 to
                 principalities
                 the
                 foil
                 ;
              
               
               
                 So
                 be
                 triumphant
                 o're
                 th'
                 infernal
                 crew
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 also
                 of
                 them
                 all
                 make
                 open
                 shew
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 people
                 I
                 will
                 ransome
                 from
                 the
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 death
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 them
                 all
                 redeemed
                 have
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 cruel
                 death
                 ,
                 even
                 I
                 thy
                 plagues
                 will
                 be
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 grave
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 destruction
                 bring
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 utterly
                 root
                 out
                 mine
                 enemies
                 ;
              
               
                 Repentance
                 shall
                 be
                 hidden
                 from
                 mine
                 eies
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 death
                 I
                 'le
                 fall
                 ,
                 that
                 death
                 may
                 die
                 by
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 grave
                 I
                 'le
                 lie
                 ,
                 that
                 graves
                 may
                 sweetned
                 be
              
               
                 To
                 mine
                 that
                 shall
                 come
                 after
                 .
                 I
                 my
                 head
              
               
                 Will
                 lay
                 in
                 dust
                 ,
                 that
                 dust
                 may
                 prove
                 a
                 bed
              
               
                 Of
                 fragrant
                 Roses
                 yielding
                 to
                 them
                 rest
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 sin
                 were
                 ty'rd
                 out
                 ,
                 by
                 world
                 opprest
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 that
                 same
                 death
                 which
                 was
                 brought
                 in
                 by
                 Sin
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 was
                 intended
                 only
                 to
                 have
                 been
              
               
                 A
                 way
                 to
                 Hell
                 ,
                 shall
                 through
                 my
                 dying-love
              
               
                 For
                 mine
                 be
                 made
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 joys
                 above
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 way
                 to
                 Heav'n
                 for
                 them
                 I
                 will
                 it
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 out
                 of
                 grave
                 I
                 shall
                 rise
                 for
                 their
                 sake
              
               
                 As
                 their
                 head
                 and
                 first
                 fruits
                 :
                 I
                 will
                 disarm
              
               
                 Death
                 of
                 its
                 sting
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 shall
                 do
                 no
                 harm
              
               
                 To
                 mine
                 .
                 As
                 victor
                 then
                 in
                 triumph
                 high
              
               
                 I
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 captive
                 lead
                 captivity
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 my
                 Chariot-wheels
                 will
                 firmly
                 bind
              
               
                 All
                 those
                 mine
                 Enemies
                 ,
                 who
                 were
                 combin'd
              
               
                 Me
                 to
                 disgrace
                 ,
                 mine
                 to
                 destroy
                 ;
                 attend
              
               
                 My
                 triumph
                 ,
                 as
                 slaves
                 ,
                 they
                 shall
                 :
                 when
                 I
                 ascend
              
               
                 In
                 clouds
                 to
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 and
                 direct
                 my
                 course
              
               
                 Father
                 ,
                 with
                 gladness
                 unto
                 thee
                 ,
                 the
                 source
              
               
               
                 And
                 spring
                 of
                 happiness
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 will
                 sit
              
               
                 On
                 thy
                 right
                 hand
                 ,
                 until
                 under
                 my
                 feet
              
               
                 My
                 foes
                 by
                 thee
                 be
                 brought
                 .
                 At
                 length
                 I
                 will
              
               
                 Descend
                 again
                 in
                 state
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 fulfil
              
               
                 My
                 joys
                 and
                 thy
                 Decrees
                 .
                 Father
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 Waited
                 upon
                 by
                 Angels
                 ,
                 who
                 shall
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 their
                 mighty
                 breath
                 that
                 Trumpet
                 sound
              
               
                 Whose
                 noise
                 shall
                 rough
                 the
                 Seas
                 ,
                 and
                 shake
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 them
                 both
                 surrender
                 up
                 my
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 those
                 living
                 then
                 shall
                 me
                 their
                 Head
              
               
                 Follow
                 into
                 thy
                 presence
                 ,
                 where
                 I
                 shall
              
               
                 Resign
                 my
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 that
                 God
                 all
                 in
                 all
              
               
                 May
                 be
                 .
                 Father
                 ,
                 this
                 I
                 'le
                 perform
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
              
               
                 We
                 shall
                 rejoyce
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 in
                 Us.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 None
                 could
                 have
                 spoken
                 thus
                 ,
                 but
                 He
                 that
                 is
              
               
                 The
                 brightness
                 of
                 my
                 glory
                 ,
                 the
                 express
              
               
                 Image
                 of
                 mine
                 own
                 person
                 ;
                 in
                 whom
                 be
              
               
                 All
                 the
                 perfections
                 of
                 the
                 Deity
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Son
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 my
                 most
                 beloved
                 Son
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 I
                 am
                 well-pleas'd
                 ,
                 mine
                 only
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 works
                 I
                 took
                 delight
                 in
                 ,
                 because
                 good
                 ;
              
               
                 Much
                 more
                 in
                 man
                 mine
                 image
                 ,
                 while
                 he
                 stood
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 am
                 I
                 so
                 incensed
                 by
                 his
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 utterly
                 to
                 ruin
                 him
                 and
                 all
              
               
                 Who
                 shall
                 of
                 him
                 proceed
                 .
                 Now
                 he
                 is
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 resolv'd
                 to
                 be
                 at
                 much
                 more
                 cost
              
               
               
                 For
                 his
                 to
                 be
                 admired
                 Restauration
                 ,
              
               
                 Than
                 ever
                 I
                 was
                 at
                 for
                 his
                 Creation
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 made
                 him
                 with
                 my
                 word
                 alone
                 ,
                 but
                 will
              
               
                 Ransome
                 him
                 with
                 thy
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 thereby
                 fill
              
               
                 Both
                 Heaven
                 and
                 Earth
                 with
                 wonder
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 part
              
               
                 With
                 thee
                 ,
                 who
                 art
                 so
                 near
                 unto
                 my
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 man's
                 Redemption
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 care
              
               
                 What
                 charges
                 I
                 am
                 at
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 spare
              
               
                 For
                 cost
                 ,
                 but
                 freely
                 will
                 deliver
                 up
              
               
                 Thee
                 unto
                 death
                 ;
                 and
                 mingle
                 such
                 a
                 cup
              
               
                 For
                 thee
                 to
                 drink
                 ,
                 as
                 never
                 one
                 did
                 taste
              
               
                 For
                 bitterness
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 I
                 will
                 no
                 waste
              
               
                 Admit
                 of
                 ,
                 though
                 it
                 wormwood
                 be
                 and
                 gall
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 pleasure
                 is
                 ,
                 thou
                 drink
                 it
                 ,
                 dregs
                 and
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 thine
                 own
                 love
                 will
                 sweeten
                 it
                 ;
                 for
                 I
              
               
                 Know
                 ,
                 for
                 man's
                 sake
                 thou
                 lovest
                 to
                 deny
              
               
                 Thy
                 glorious
                 self
                 ,
                 and
                 never
                 wilt
                 repine
              
               
                 To
                 shed
                 thy
                 blood
                 ,
                 so
                 man
                 may
                 have
                 the
                 wine
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 thy
                 love
                 doth
                 prompt
                 thee
                 ,
                 so
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 Set
                 everlasting
                 joy
                 before
                 thee
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 thy
                 encouragement
                 .
                 A
                 just
                 regard
              
               
                 Shall
                 be
                 had
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 full
                 reward
              
               
                 Shall
                 crown
                 thy
                 labours
                 ;
                 thou
                 at
                 last
                 shall
                 see
              
               
                 Such
                 fruit
                 as
                 will
                 most
                 fully
                 satisfie
                 .
              
               
                 Heaven
                 and
                 Earth
                 shall
                 be
                 fill'd
                 with
                 thy
                 Fame
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 Name
                 I
                 'le
                 give
                 thee
                 above
                 every
                 name
                 ;
              
               
                 
                   Wonderful
                   ,
                   Counsellor
                
                 ,
                 thou
                 call'd
                 shalt
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 
                   mighty
                   God
                
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 ,
                 equal
                 with
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 thine
                 honour
                 greatly
                 will
                 increase
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 everlasting
                 Father
                 ,
                 Prince
                 of
                 Peace
                 .
              
               
               
                 Yea
                 more
                 ,
                 that
                 Manhood
                 ,
                 which
                 thou
                 shalt
                 assume
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 be
                 exalted
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 thee
                 have
                 room
              
               
                 Upon
                 that
                 lofty
                 Throne
                 ,
                 where
                 I
                 do
                 sit
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 after
                 such
                 abasement
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 fit
              
               
                 Thou
                 shouldest
                 be
                 exalted
                 as
                 a
                 Prince
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 Saviour
                 ;
                 I
                 'le
                 never
                 mince
              
               
                 Nor
                 clip
                 thy
                 dues
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 know
              
               
                 Thee
                 their
                 supreme
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 knee
                 shall
                 bow
              
               
                 To
                 thy
                 Authority
                 .
                 When
                 thou
                 shalt
                 rise
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 grave
                 thou
                 chusest
                 ,
                 I
                 in
                 no
                 wise
              
               
                 Will
                 be
                 unmindful
                 of
                 thy
                 love
                 to
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 thine
                 obedience
                 unto
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 then
              
               
                 I
                 thee
                 in
                 Heaven
                 will
                 with
                 power
                 clothe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 Earth
                 too
                 ;
                 so
                 that
                 thou
                 shalt
                 in
                 both
              
               
                 Do
                 what
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 for
                 thou
                 wilt
                 always
                 be
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 thy self
                 ,
                 and
                 faithful
                 unto
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Above
                 thy
                 fellows
                 I
                 do
                 thee
                 anoint
              
               
                 With
                 oil
                 of
                 gladness
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 thee
                 appoint
              
               
                 Lord
                 over
                 Men
                 and
                 Angels
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Ev'n
                 as
                 my self
                 they
                 do
                 thee
                 honour
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Unto
                 thine
                 en'mies
                 thou
                 shalt
                 give
                 thee
                 soil
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 the
                 mighty
                 shalt
                 divide
                 the
                 spoil
                 .
              
               
                 Supply
                 thou
                 shalt
                 poor
                 mans
                 necessity
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 proclaim
                 to
                 the
                 captives
                 liberty
                 ;
              
               
                 Opening
                 of
                 prison-doors
                 unto
                 the
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 perfect
                 healing
                 to
                 the
                 deepest
                 wound
                 .
              
               
                 Souls
                 weary
                 and
                 opprest
                 ,
                 under
                 thy
                 wing
              
               
                 Shall
                 comfort
                 find
                 ,
                 and
                 finding
                 ,
                 bless
                 their
                 King.
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 accept
                 thee
                 ,
                 I
                 with
                 pleased
                 face
              
               
                 Will
                 look
                 upon
                 ,
                 and
                 cheerfully
                 embrace
              
               
               
                 In
                 arms
                 of
                 love
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 be
                 ne'r
                 so
                 poor
                 ,
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 were
                 grand
                 enemies
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Glory
                 thou
                 design'st
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 for
                 me
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 thou
                 't
                 do
                 ,
                 what
                 w'ont
                 I
                 do
                 for
                 thee
                 ?
              
               
                 Not
                 stick
                 at
                 pardons
                 sure
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 them
                 ready
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 those
                 lost
                 ones
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 poor
                 and
                 needy
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 own
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 repair
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 those
                 shall
                 find
                 they
                 welcome
                 are
                 to
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 those
                 many
                 shall
                 be
                 call'd
                 ,
                 that
                 now
              
               
                 I
                 give
                 unto
                 thee
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 're
                 brought
                 to
                 bow
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 ruling
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 when
                 once
                 they
              
               
                 Who
                 called
                 are
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 the
                 call
                 obey
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 follow
                 thee
                 where-ever
                 thou
                 dost
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 paths
                 of
                 Holiness
                 ;
                 when
                 they
                 shall
                 grow
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 meetness
                 for
                 their
                 purchas'd
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sweet
                 Inheritance
                 of
                 Saints
                 in
                 light
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 then
                 shall
                 plainly
                 see
                 what
                 love
                 I
                 bear
              
               
                 Both
                 unto
                 thee
                 and
                 thine
                 .
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 appear
              
               
                 A
                 Judg
                 on
                 the
                 Tribunal
                 ;
                 quick
                 and
                 dead
              
               
                 Shall
                 come
                 before
                 thee
                 .
                 Some
                 shall
                 hang
                 the
                 head
              
               
                 For
                 fear
                 and
                 shame
                 :
                 But
                 all
                 thine
                 at
                 that
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 lift
                 up
                 theirs
                 with
                 boldness
                 ,
                 knowing
                 they
              
               
                 Shall
                 then
                 receive
                 full
                 absolution
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 their
                 long
                 longed
                 for
                 Redemption
              
               
                 From
                 sin
                 and
                 sorrow
                 .
                 Then
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 burn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 that
                 burning
                 into
                 ashes
                 turn
                 ,
              
               
                 Losing
                 thereby
                 its
                 filth
                 ;
                 yet
                 in
                 no
                 wise
              
               
                 Will
                 I
                 it
                 quite
                 consume
                 ,
                 for
                 there
                 shall
                 rise
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 its
                 ashes
                 a
                 new
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 A
                 new
                 Earth
                 also
                 .
                 Both
                 at
                 my
                 command
              
               
               
                 Shall
                 spring
                 ,
                 and
                 both
                 the
                 present
                 shall
                 excel
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 in
                 them
                 righteousness
                 alone
                 shall
                 dwell
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wicked
                 men
                 shall
                 there
                 lift
                 up
                 the
                 horn
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 vexing
                 brier
                 there
                 ,
                 no
                 pricking
                 thorn
                 :
              
               
                 Nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 that
                 may
                 offend
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 thee
                 ,
                 or
                 me
                 ,
                 or
                 thine
                 .
                 Nothing
                 to
                 mend
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 wants
                 to
                 be
                 suppli'd
                 ;
                 sorrows
                 away
              
               
                 Shall
                 vanish
                 quite
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 shall
                 allay
              
               
                 The
                 sweetness
                 of
                 their
                 pleasures
                 ;
                 I
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 Their
                 portion
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 full
                 felicity
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 thy
                 sake
                 this
                 is
                 done
                 ;
                 the
                 new
                 Creation
              
               
                 Shall
                 ascribe
                 all
                 unto
                 thy
                 mediation
                 .
              
               
                 Ye
                 Angels
                 worship
                 this
                 my
                 Son
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
              
               
                 Your
                 joyful
                 acclamations
                 to
                 his
                 praise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ANGELS
                 .
              
               
                 Ever
                 be
                 thou
                 admir'd
                 ,
                 O
                 God
                 above
                 !
              
               
                 Ever
                 admired
                 this
                 thy
                 wondrous
                 love
                 !
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 Eternal
                 ,
                 Infinite
                 ,
                 thy
                 treasures
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 thy Self
                 ;
                 thy
                 Grace
                 beyond
                 all
                 measures
                 .
              
               
                 Father
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 Father
                 of
                 Mercies
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 thou
                 mad'st
                 ,
                 and
                 dost
                 all
                 things
                 out-do
              
               
                 In
                 goodness
                 .
                 Thou
                 art
                 all
                 invisible
                 ,
              
               
                 Dwelling
                 in
                 light
                 that
                 's
                 inaccessible
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 Greatness
                 ,
                 Glory
                 ,
                 Goodness
                 we
                 adore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bless
                 thy
                 name
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 stand
                 before
              
               
                 Thy
                 Throne
                 ;
                 for
                 't
                 is
                 our
                 happiness
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Always
                 in
                 presence
                 of
                 thy
                 Majesty
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thee
                 we
                 bless
                 ,
                 thy
                 Father
                 's
                 only
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 great
                 delight
                 ,
                 his
                 most
                 beloved
                 Son.
              
               
               
                 In
                 whose
                 most
                 gracious
                 countenance
                 doth
                 shine
              
               
                 Beauties
                 perfection
                 ,
                 Glory
                 divine
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 thee
                 all
                 things
                 created
                 were
                 ,
                 by
                 thee
              
               
                 We
                 placed
                 were
                 in
                 this
                 felicity
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 thee
                 Rebellious
                 spirits
                 were
                 cast
                 down
                 ;
              
               
                 Thine
                 was
                 the
                 Victory
                 ,
                 thine
                 be
                 the
                 Crown
                 .
              
               
                 Heavens
                 peace
                 thou
                 didst
                 restore
                 ,
                 &
                 by
                 thy
                 might
              
               
                 Those
                 en'mies
                 were
                 o'recome
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 to
                 flight
                 .
              
               
                 'Fore
                 thee
                 they
                 could
                 not
                 stand
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fell
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 falling
                 down
                 ,
                 they
                 stopt
                 not
                 ,
                 until
                 Hell
              
               
                 Gaping
                 had
                 them
                 receiv'd
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 shall
                 be
              
               
                 In
                 flames
                 tormented
                 to
                 eternitie
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 thy
                 mighty
                 conquest
                 we
                 do
                 sing
              
               
                 Praise
                 unto
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 thee
                 victorious
                 King.
              
               
                 We
                 do
                 admire
                 that
                 noble
                 Act
                 ,
                 but
                 more
              
               
                 Thy
                 glorious
                 grace
                 ,
                 whereby
                 thou
                 hast
                 a
                 dore
              
               
                 Of
                 hope
                 open'd
                 to
                 man
                 ;
                 Thy
                 Grace
                 exprest
              
               
                 On
                 undone
                 Adam
                 ,
                 now
                 less
                 than
                 the
                 least
              
               
                 Of
                 mercies
                 through
                 his
                 sin
                 .
                 That
                 thou
                 dost
                 lay
              
               
                 His
                 ruin
                 to
                 thy
                 heart
                 ;
                 Offer
                 to
                 pay
              
               
                 His
                 debt
                 ,
                 his
                 burden
                 bear
                 ,
                 his
                 sin
                 take
                 up
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 sake
                 drink
                 off
                 a
                 wrathful
                 cup.
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 should'st
                 leave
                 the
                 Heaven
                 thou
                 dost
                 possess
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 carry
                 sins
                 into
                 a
                 wilderness
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 never
                 could
                 have
                 thought
                 of
                 this
                 ,
                 and
                 we
              
               
                 Admire
                 it
                 now
                 it
                 is
                 resolv'd
                 by
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 love
                 eternal
                 obligation
                 lays
              
               
                 On
                 man.
                 Such
                 love
                 transcends
                 Angelick
                 praise
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 exceeds
                 our
                 praises
                 ,
                 that
                 will
                 we
              
               
                 Admire
                 thee
                 for
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 to
                 eternitie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Know
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 order
                 all
                 things
                 shall
                 proceed
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 since
                 that
                 foolish
                 man
                 hath
                 done
                 this
                 deed
                 ;
              
               
                 Since
                 Adam
                 ,
                 made
                 by
                 me
                 upright
                 ,
                 hath
                 sought
              
               
                 Many
                 inventions
                 out
                 ,
                 he
                 must
                 be
                 taught
              
               
                 By
                 sad
                 experience
                 ,
                 what
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 sell
              
               
                 All
                 Paradise
                 for
                 one
                 tree
                 ;
                 what
                 to
                 rebell
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 God
                 that
                 made
                 him
                 .
                 Justice
                 now
              
               
                 Requires
                 that
                 sentence
                 pass
                 ;
                 and
                 who
                 but
                 thou
              
               
                 My
                 Son
                 should
                 pass
                 it
                 ?
                 I
                 my self
                 judg
                 none
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 judgment
                 I
                 commit
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 Son.
              
               
                 By
                 doing
                 which
                 it
                 shall
                 appear
                 to
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 to
                 man
                 ruined
                 by
                 his
                 own
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 Healing
                 and
                 faving-mercy
                 I
                 intend
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 utter
                 misery
                 ,
                 because
                 I
                 send
              
               
                 His
                 Friend
                 to
                 be
                 his
                 Judg
                 ,
                 and
                 have
                 no
                 other
              
               
                 Sentence
                 to
                 pass
                 ,
                 but
                 Him
                 ,
                 who
                 shall
                 his
                 Brother
              
               
                 Be
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 Redeemer
                 ,
                 who
                 his
                 blood
              
               
                 Will
                 shed
                 most
                 willingly
                 to
                 do
                 him
                 good
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SON
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Father
                 ,
                 thy
                 will
                 reveal'd
                 is
                 ,
                 shall
                 be
                 done
              
               
                 With
                 cheerful
                 readiness
                 by
                 me
                 thy
                 Son.
              
               
                 That
                 so
                 thou
                 mai'st
                 for
                 ever
                 pleased
                 be
              
               
                 With
                 me
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 am
                 ever
                 pleas'd
                 with
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 therefore
                 go
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 thy
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 Criminals
                 to
                 judg
                 ;
                 but
                 I
                 know
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 I
                 to
                 judg
                 go
                 now
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 one
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 must
                 to
                 suffer
                 go
                 ,
                 for
                 thou
                 wilt
                 lay
              
               
               
                 On
                 me
                 all
                 their
                 offences
                 .
                 Of
                 that
                 cup
              
               
                 Which
                 they
                 but
                 taste
                 ,
                 I
                 must
                 the
                 dregs
                 drink
                 up
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 though
                 the
                 worst
                 of
                 all
                 on
                 me
                 must
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 as
                 Judg
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 do
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 Justice
                 and
                 Mercy
                 shall
                 together
                 meet
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 being
                 satisfi'd
                 ,
                 each
                 other
                 greet
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 speed
                 all
                 shall
                 be
                 done
                 ;
                 away
                 I
                 go
              
               
                 With
                 Angels
                 not
                 attended
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 No
                 Witness
                 want
                 nor
                 Jury
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Sun
              
               
                 Almost
                 to
                 th'
                 end
                 of
                 this
                 days
                 race
                 hath
                 run
                 .
              
               
                 Evening
                 approaches
                 ,
                 at
                 which
                 time
                 blow
                 fair
              
               
                 And
                 gentle
                 gales
                 of
                 wind
                 to
                 cool
                 the
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 time
                 fit
                 for
                 mans
                 milder
                 Judg
                 ,
                 and
                 he
              
               
                 Shall
                 find
                 that
                 fury
                 doth
                 not
                 dwell
                 in
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 art
                 thou
                 Adam
                 ?
                 what
                 !
                 dost
                 thou
                 not
                 know
              
               
                 My
                 being
                 in
                 the
                 Garden
                 ?
                 can
                 I
                 go
              
               
                 So
                 near
                 thee
                 unperceiv'd
                 ?
                 Hath
                 not
                 my
                 voice
              
               
                 '
                 Waken'd
                 thine
                 ear
                 ?
                 and
                 made
                 thy
                 heart
                 rejoice
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 it
                 was
                 wont
                 to
                 do
                 ?
                 it
                 seemeth
                 strange
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 me
                 thou
                 should'st
                 absent
                 !
                 Is
                 any
                 change
              
               
                 In
                 thee
                 a
                 cause
                 thereof
                 ?
                 come
                 and
                 impart
              
               
                 The
                 matter
                 as
                 it
                 is
                 ;
                 
                   Adam
                   where
                   art
                
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 thy
                 voice
                 did
                 in
                 the
                 Garden
                 hear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thereupon
                 my
                 soul
                 did
                 fill
                 with
                 fear
                 .
              
               
                 My self
                 I
                 naked
                 saw
                 ;
                 seeing
                 ,
                 did
                 hide
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 being
                 so
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 could
                 not
                 abide
              
               
                 Thou
                 should'st
                 look
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 away
                 I
                 fled
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 thickest
                 trees
                 to
                 hide
                 my
                 head
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SON
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Adam
                 ,
                 my
                 voice
                 hath
                 often
                 reach'd
                 thine
                 ear
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 oft
                 it
                 was
                 thy
                 joy
                 my
                 voice
                 to
                 hear
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 thy
                 sovereign
                 delight
                 ;
                 and
                 how
              
               
                 Comes
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 terror
                 to
                 thee
                 now
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 indeed
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 naked
                 ;
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 thy
                 nakedness
                 who
                 did
                 thee
                 tell
                 ?
              
               
                 Hast
                 thou
                 adventur'd
                 to
                 eat
                 of
                 that
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Concerning
                 which
                 I
                 gave
                 command
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 Eat
                 thou
                 should'st
                 not
                 ?
                 —
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 —
                 The
                 Woman
                 thou
                 did'st
                 give
              
               
                 With
                 me
                 as
                 my
                 Companion
                 to
                 live
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 I
                 did
                 count
                 a
                 token
                 of
                 that
                 love
              
               
                 Which
                 thou
                 to
                 me
                 dost
                 bear
                 ,
                 could
                 disapprove
              
               
                 Nothing
                 of
                 all
                 I
                 saw
                 in
                 her
                 ,
                 but
                 stood
              
               
                 Inamour'd
                 on
                 her
                 as
                 a
                 perfect
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 thou
                 did'st
                 give
                 ,
                 gave
                 of
                 that
                 tree
                 for
                 meat
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 being
                 by
                 her
                 given
                 ,
                 I
                 did
                 eat
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SON
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Hast
                 for
                 thy self
                 nothing
                 to
                 say
                 beside
                 ?
              
               
                 Was
                 she
                 by
                 me
                 given
                 to
                 be
                 thy
                 Guide
                 ?
              
               
                 An
                 help
                 she
                 was
                 intended
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 Fitted
                 for
                 such
                 by
                 her
                 Creator's
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 know
                 ,
                 God
                 never
                 did
                 unto
                 thee
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Rather
                 than
                 me
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 thy
                 Wife
                 obey
                 .
              
               
               
                 He
                 did
                 not
                 thee
                 subject
                 to
                 her
                 ,
                 nor
                 none
                 ;
              
               
                 Him
                 thou
                 should'st
                 have
                 obey'd
                 ,
                 yea
                 him
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ,
                 Woman
                 ,
                 say
                 ,
                 what
                 is
                 't
                 that
                 thou
                 hast
                 done
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 beguil'd
                 by
                 th'
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 eat
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SON
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 'cause
                 thou
                 art
                 guilty
                 of
                 this
                 cheat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 hast
                 done
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 nothing
                 shall
                 thee
                 shield
              
               
                 From
                 vengeance
                 .
                 Above
                 every
                 beast
                 of
                 field
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 accurst
                 ,
                 and
                 above
                 cattel
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Henceforth
                 upon
                 thy
                 belly
                 thou
                 shalt
                 crawl
                 ;
              
               
                 Yea
                 dust
                 shall
                 be
                 thy
                 food
                 ,
                 dust
                 thou
                 shalt
                 eat
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 the
                 days
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 be
                 that
                 thy
                 meat
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 further
                 know
                 ,
                 between
                 the
                 woman
                 and
                 thee
                 feel
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 now
                 will
                 put
                 a
                 mortal
                 enmity
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 'twixt
                 your
                 seeds
                 shall
                 last
                 .
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 it
              
               
                 Her
                 seed
                 shall
                 bruise
                 thy
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 his
                 heel
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 Woman
                 ,
                 Be
                 it
                 known
                 ,
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Sorrows
                 on
                 thee
                 will
                 greatly
                 multiply
              
               
                 In
                 thy
                 Conception
                 ;
                 yea
                 for
                 this
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 sorrow
                 thou
                 thy
                 Children
                 forth
                 shalt
                 bring
                 .
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 Husband
                 thy
                 desire
                 shall
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 Learn
                 to
                 submit
                 ,
                 he
                 shall
                 rule
                 over
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 ,
                 last
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 Adam
                 ,
                 to
                 thee
                 I
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 will
                 end
                 th'
                 Assizes
                 with
                 thy
                 Doom
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 thus
                 I
                 do
                 pronounce
                 :
                 Because
                 that
                 thou
              
               
                 Hast
                 to
                 thy
                 Wifes
                 voice
                 hearkened
                 ,
                 and
                 now
              
               
               
                 Of
                 that
                 tree
                 eaten
                 hast
                 ,
                 about
                 which
                 I
              
               
                 Said
                 ,
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   not
                   eat
                   of
                   it
                   ,
                   lest
                   thou
                   die
                   .
                
              
               
                 For
                 thy
                 sake
                 cursed
                 is
                 the
                 very
                 ground
                 ;
              
               
                 Sorrows
                 shall
                 thence
                 spring
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 much
                 abound
                 .
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 it
                 thou
                 with
                 toil
                 shalt
                 fetch
                 thy
                 meat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 in
                 sorrow
                 all
                 thy
                 days
                 shalt
                 eat
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 thy
                 return
                 unto
                 the
                 ground
                 thou
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 out
                 of
                 that
                 at
                 first
                 I
                 did
                 thee
                 take
                 .
              
               
                 Know
                 thy self
                 ,
                 Adam
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 but
                 dust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 unto
                 it
                 again
                 return
                 thou
                 must
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 shall
                 be
                 accomplish'd
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 Your
                 misery
                 behold
                 ,
                 pity
                 it
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 both
                 before
                 me
                 naked
                 stand
                 and
                 bare
                 ,
              
               
                 Cover'd
                 with
                 shame
                 all
                 over
                 ;
                 now
                 you
                 are
              
               
                 Exposed
                 unto
                 storms
                 without
                 a
                 fence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 the
                 changing-weathers
                 violence
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Bowels
                 yearn
                 to
                 see
                 your
                 Poverty
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 low
                 y'
                 are
                 fallen
                 into
                 misery
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 your
                 nakedness
                 I
                 'le
                 hide
                 with
                 skins
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 my
                 Robe
                 of
                 Righteousness
                 your
                 sins
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 Garden
                 I
                 thee
                 send
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 tilling
                 of
                 that
                 Ground
                 thy
                 time
                 to
                 spend
                 ,
              
               
                 Whence
                 thou
                 wast
                 taken
                 .
                 Therefore
                 now
                 be
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 Adam
                 ,
                 from
                 hence
                 away
                 .
                 Eden
                 alone
              
               
                 For
                 Innocency
                 was
                 .
                 A
                 Wilderness
              
               
                 Will
                 serve
                 him
                 well
                 enough
                 ,
                 whose
                 holiness
              
               
                 Is
                 altogether
                 lost
                 .
                 Nor
                 shall
                 there
                 be
              
               
                 Of
                 return
                 hither
                 any
                 Hope
                 for
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 straight
                 upon
                 the
                 Gardens
                 eastern
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 appoint
                 some
                 Cherubims
                 t'
                 abide
                 ;
              
               
               
                 A
                 Flaming-Sword
                 also
                 ,
                 which
                 night
                 and
                 day
              
               
                 Brandish'd
                 shall
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 turned
                 every
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 way
                 unto
                 the
                 Tree
                 of
                 Life
                 to
                 guard
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Man
                 may
                 never
                 taste
                 it
                 afterward
                 ,
              
               
                 Unless
                 from
                 me
                 .
                 For
                 know
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 'le
                 give
                 leave
              
               
                 And
                 power
                 to
                 all
                 who
                 me
                 by
                 Faith
                 receive
                 ;
              
               
                 Ev'n
                 all
                 that
                 shall
                 under
                 my
                 Banner
                 fight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fighting
                 overcome
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 give
                 them
                 right
              
               
                 Of
                 th'
                 Tree
                 of
                 Life
                 to
                 eat
                 ,
                 which
                 always
                 stood
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 Paradise
                 of
                 God.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 am
                 I
                 fallen
                 !
                 my
                 tongue
                 can't
                 express
              
               
                 That
                 depth
                 of
                 misery
                 ,
                 which
                 fathomless
              
               
                 Is
                 to
                 my
                 understanding
                 !
                 I
                 ere
                 while
              
               
                 Had
                 God
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 under
                 whose
                 gracious
                 smile
              
               
                 With
                 joy
                 I
                 liv'd
                 ,
                 and
                 gladly
                 did
                 embrace
              
               
                 All
                 opportunities
                 to
                 see
                 his
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 alas
                 !
                 from
                 him
                 I
                 'm
                 fain
                 to
                 hide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 approaches
                 can
                 no
                 more
                 abide
                 .
              
               
                 Being
                 from
                 Eden
                 thrust
                 ,
                 where
                 shall
                 I
                 flee
              
               
                 To
                 seek
                 relief
                 in
                 this
                 my
                 misery
                 ?
              
               
                 Creatures
                 avoid
                 me
                 ,
                 or
                 stand
                 gazing
                 on
              
               
                 Me
                 as
                 a
                 monster
                 ,
                 or
                 man
                 quite
                 undone
                 .
              
               
                 Having
                 transgrest
                 my
                 great
                 Creators
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 me
                 the
                 Brutes
                 refuse
                 to
                 stand
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 former
                 blessing
                 is
                 turn'd
                 to
                 a
                 curse
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 comforts
                 into
                 crosses
                 .
                 And
                 what
                 's
                 worse
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 Sin
                 and
                 Curse
                 I
                 propagate
                 to
                 all
              
               
                 Who
                 shall
                 of
                 me
                 descend
                 .
                 For
                 by
                 my
                 Fall
              
               
               
                 My
                 whole
                 race
                 ruin'd
                 is
                 ;
                 They
                 all
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 Conceiv'd
                 in
                 sin
                 ,
                 born
                 in
                 iniquity
                 ;
              
               
                 Born
                 unto
                 Trouble
                 ,
                 as
                 sparks
                 upward
                 fly
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 sooner
                 born
                 ,
                 but
                 they
                 'l
                 begin
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 Oh
                 that
                 I
                 might
                 be
                 childless
                 !
                 and
                 that
                 God
              
               
                 Would
                 put
                 a
                 period
                 to
                 this
                 earthy
                 clod
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 grant
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 long'd-for
                 silent
                 Grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Sense
                 of
                 these
                 sorrows
                 I
                 no
                 more
                 may
                 have
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 what
                 if
                 Death
                 a
                 full
                 end
                 should
                 not
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 cast
                 me
                 down
                 into
                 a
                 burning
                 Lake
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 I
                 a
                 drop
                 of
                 water
                 shall
                 not
                 get
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 Tongue
                 to
                 cool
                 in
                 that
                 tormenting-heat
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 tremble
                 to
                 think
                 on
                 't
                 ;
                 The
                 case
                 stands
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 thing
                 I
                 should
                 desire
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 Eve
                 ,
                 from
                 my
                 sight
                 be
                 gone
                 ,
                 make
                 no
                 delays
                 ,
              
               
                 Sorrow
                 and
                 indignation
                 thou
                 dost
                 raise
              
               
                 In
                 me
                 when
                 e're
                 I
                 see
                 thee
                 ;
                 get
                 thee
                 gone
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 thee
                 ,
                 by
                 thee
                 it
                 is
                 I
                 am
                 undone
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 thy
                 self-conceit
                 ,
                 thy
                 wretched
                 pride
              
               
                 Of
                 parts
                 and
                 beauty
                 ,
                 drew
                 thee
                 from
                 my
                 side
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Devil
                 in
                 him
                 ,
                 were
                 sit
              
               
                 Companions
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 rather
                 than
                 to
                 sit
              
               
                 And
                 talk
                 or
                 work
                 with
                 me
                 .
                 Oh
                 that
                 alone
              
               
                 I
                 had
                 remain'd
                 ,
                 and
                 never
                 woman
                 known
                 !
              
               
                 A
                 Rib
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 crooked
                 by
                 nature
                 ,
                 sent
              
               
                 By
                 God
                 for
                 comfort
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 mischief
                 bent
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 the
                 ingredients
                 of
                 future
                 woe
              
               
                 To
                 mankinds
                 Grand-dame
                 doth
                 all
                 mankind
                 owe.
              
               
                 Thou
                 Mother
                 of
                 all
                 living
                 call'd
                 shalt
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Mother
                 of
                 Death
                 too
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 sprung
                 from
                 thee
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 transgrest
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 with
                 tears
              
               
                 Confess
                 my
                 fault
                 .
                 Oh
                 let
                 thy
                 gracious
                 ears
              
               
                 To
                 my
                 request
                 incline
                 ;
                 and
                 let
                 the
                 heat
              
               
                 Of
                 kindled
                 wrath
                 abate
                 ;
                 now
                 at
                 thy
                 feet
              
               
                 I
                 prostrate
                 lye
                 .
                 God
                 knows
                 ,
                 my
                 heart
                 is
                 thine
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 high
                 esteem
                 ,
                 whate're
                 is
                 mine
                 .
              
               
                 Through
                 my
                 means
                 ,
                 true
                 is
                 is
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 accurst
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 know
                 ,
                 the
                 Serpent
                 hath
                 beguil'd
                 me
                 first
                 .
              
               
                 Dost
                 think
                 I
                 would
                 have
                 done
                 't
                 ,
                 had
                 I
                 foreseen
              
               
                 What
                 would
                 the
                 consequence
                 thereof
                 have
                 been
                 ?
              
               
                 Oh!
                 pity
                 me
                 ,
                 dear
                 Adam
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 My
                 crime
                 acknowledg
                 ,
                 and
                 bewail
                 it
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 that
                 such
                 intreaties
                 might
                 have
                 sped
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'd
                 beg
                 the
                 punishment
                 upon
                 my
                 Head
              
               
                 Might
                 wholly
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 God
                 would
                 thee
                 restore
              
               
                 To
                 all
                 the
                 happiness
                 thou
                 hadst
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 those
                 terms
                 welcome
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 welcom
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 all
                 would
                 freely
                 bear
                 ,
                 of
                 none
                 complain
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 kind
                 unto
                 me
                 ,
                 Adam
                 ,
                 me
                 forgive
              
               
                 My
                 great
                 offence
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 me
                 with
                 thee
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 Broken
                 my
                 heart
                 is
                 ,
                 multipli'd
                 my
                 fears
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 sighs
                 consider
                 ,
                 and
                 observe
                 my
                 tears
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 my
                 sore
                 distress
                 do
                 not
                 me
                 leave
                 ;
              
               
                 Me
                 ,
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 thy self
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 bereave
              
               
                 Of
                 thine
                 advice
                 and
                 aid
                 .
                 A
                 look
                 give
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 look
                 of
                 love
                 on
                 her
                 who
                 is
                 thine
                 own
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 't
                 is
                 ,
                 my
                 Dearest
                 ,
                 for
                 thee
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 o'reflowing
                 tears
                 wipe
                 from
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 my
                 displeasure
                 caus'd
                 ;
                 alas
                 !
                 that
                 is
              
               
                 The
                 least
                 effect
                 of
                 what
                 thou
                 didst
                 amiss
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 wrath
                 I
                 dread
                 whom
                 we
                 provoked
                 have
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 that
                 wrath
                 I
                 gladly
                 would
                 thee
                 save
              
               
                 By
                 bearing
                 all
                 my self
                 .
                 I
                 'd
                 loudly
                 cry
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 Eve
                 live
                 in
                 thy
                 sight
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 me
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 discourse
                 is
                 vain
                 ;
                 though
                 I
                 am
                 loath
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 thy
                 miseries
                 ,
                 yet
                 since
                 we
                 both
              
               
                 Have
                 sinned
                 ,
                 both
                 must
                 suffer
                 ,
                 and
                 feel
                 smart
                 ;
              
               
                 Our
                 Judges
                 sentence
                 carv'd
                 us
                 both
                 our
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 then
                 remains
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 we
                 study
                 do
              
               
                 Love
                 to
                 each
                 other
                 ,
                 how
                 to
                 shew
                 it
                 too
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 ways
                 possible
                 ?
                 for
                 so
                 may
                 we
              
               
                 Somewhat
                 alleviate
                 our
                 misery
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 EVE
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Lord
                 ,
                 with
                 thankfulness
                 I
                 do
                 admire
              
               
                 Thy
                 love
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 just
                 object
                 of
                 thine
                 ire
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 great
                 and
                 undeserved
                 love
                 doth
                 raise
              
               
                 Hope
                 toward
                 God
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 shall
                 speak
                 his
                 praise
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 man
                 thus
                 forgiveth
                 ,
                 how
                 much
                 rather
              
               
                 Will
                 he
                 forgive
                 ,
                 of
                 Mercy
                 who
                 's
                 the
                 Father
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 ADAM
                 .
              
               
                 Most
                 sweet
                 these
                 words
                 ,
                 dear
                 Consort
                 !
                 and
                 my
                 mind
              
               
                 Gives
                 me
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 and
                 ours
                 shall
                 favour
                 find
              
               
               
                 In
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 our
                 God.
                 Methought
                 there
                 did
              
               
                 Great
                 comfort
                 lye
                 in
                 th'
                 very
                 sentence
                 hid
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 sudden
                 death
                 was
                 look'd
                 for
                 ;
                 but
                 lo
                 !
                 He
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 only
                 impos'd
                 on
                 thee
              
               
                 Travailing
                 sorrows
                 .
                 And
                 it
                 's
                 richly
                 worth
              
               
                 Considering
                 ,
                 thou
                 Children
                 shalt
                 bring
                 forth
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 those
                 pains
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 a
                 Child
                 thou
                 hast
                 ,
              
               
                 Forget
                 thou
                 wilt
                 all
                 sorrows
                 that
                 were
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 me
                 ;
                 our
                 Judg
                 did
                 curse
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 now
                 will
                 grow
                 more
                 wild
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 abound
              
               
                 With
                 thorns
                 and
                 thistles
                 .
                 It
                 s
                 face
                 will
                 be
                 marr'd
              
               
                 With
                 vexing
                 weeds
                 ,
                 so
                 I
                 must
                 labour
                 hard
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 sleep
                 by
                 labour
                 will
                 be
                 made
                 more
                 sweet
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 by
                 labour
                 shall
                 get
                 bread
                 to
                 eat
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 above
                 all
                 ,
                 this
                 hath
                 my
                 comforts
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 day
                 thy
                 seed
                 shall
                 bruise
                 the
                 Serpents
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 these
                 encouragements
                 let
                 us
                 both
                 fly
              
               
                 Unto
                 his
                 mercy-seat
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 let
                 's
                 lye
              
               
                 Cover'd
                 with
                 shame
                 ,
                 and
                 drown'd
                 with
                 tears
                 ;
                 let
                 's
                 now
              
               
                 Before
                 him
                 like
                 poor
                 malefactors
                 bow
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 our
                 sin
                 let
                 full
                 confessions
                 ,
              
               
                 Mixed
                 with
                 fervent
                 supplications
                 ,
              
               
                 Ascend
                 before
                 his
                 Throne
                 .
                 He
                 may
                 relent
              
               
                 And
                 mercy
                 shew
                 unto
                 us
                 penitent
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 the
                 only
                 way
                 to
                 scape
                 the
                 Rod
                 ,
              
               
                 Humbly
                 to
                 seek
                 our
                 refuge
                 in
                 our
                 God.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 SON
                 of
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Father
                 ,
                 the
                 Sentence
                 I
                 have
                 past
                 .
                 Thy
                 will
              
               
                 And
                 pleasu●e
                 therein
                 I
                 did
                 all
                 fulfill
                 .
              
               
               
                 Nor
                 have
                 I
                 finished
                 that
                 work
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 from
                 th'
                 offenders
                 took
                 their
                 heart
                 of
                 stone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gave
                 them
                 one
                 of
                 flesh
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 they
                 melt
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 now
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 their
                 sin
                 is
                 felt
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 more
                 ,
                 behold
                 ,
                 they
                 pray
                 ,
                 and
                 sue
                 for
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Nothing
                 will
                 please
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 thy
                 pleased
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 Priest
                 ,
                 their
                 names
                 upon
                 my
                 breast
                 I
                 bear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 an
                 Advocate
                 for
                 them
                 appear
                 ,
              
               
                 Presenting
                 their
                 requests
                 all
                 incens'd
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 With
                 Intercession
                 back
                 them
                 .
                 Let
                 thy
                 Hand
              
               
                 Of
                 Love
                 reach
                 out
                 a
                 Pardon
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 obtain
              
               
                 Thy
                 choicest
                 favour
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 sake
                 ,
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 those
                 deep
                 sighs
                 rising
                 from
                 hearts
                 opprest
              
               
                 And
                 kindly
                 broke
                 ,
                 smell
                 a
                 savour
                 of
                 Rest.
              
               
                 Now
                 that
                 they
                 seek
                 thee
                 ,
                 be
                 thou
                 of
                 them
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 Sin
                 hath
                 ,
                 let
                 Grace
                 much
                 more
                 abound
                 ,
              
               
                 Despise
                 them
                 not
                 ,
                 who
                 unto
                 thee
                 do
                 fly
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 dost
                 them
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 me
                 too
                 deny
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 their
                 sins
                 for
                 ever
                 take
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 their
                 offences
                 I
                 by
                 death
                 will
                 pay
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 done
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 have
                 thee
                 undo
                 ,
              
               
                 Most
                 highly
                 it
                 becomes
                 thee
                 to
                 be
                 true
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 righteous
                 threats
                 .
                 They
                 did
                 forsake
              
               
                 Thy
                 Law
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Commandments
                 did
                 break
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 visited
                 let
                 their
                 transgressions
                 be
              
               
                 With
                 Rods
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 stripes
                 their
                 iniquity
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 their
                 own
                 wickedness
                 correction
                 give
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 backslidings
                 reprove
                 them
                 while
                 they
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 they
                 and
                 theirs
                 by
                 sad
                 experience
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 an
                 evil
                 thing
                 ,
                 and
                 bitter
                 too
                 ,
              
               
               
                 That
                 they
                 forsook
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 it
                 appear
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 that
                 departure
                 they
                 cast
                 off
                 his
                 fear
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 thine
                 own
                 purposes
                 of
                 Grace
                 fulfill
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 thou
                 them
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 their
                 Father
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 sign
                 of
                 favour
                 give
                 them
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 see
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 art
                 reconcil'd
                 with
                 them
                 in
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 GOD.
                 
              
               
                 Be
                 it
                 ,
                 my
                 Son
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 thy
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Whatever
                 thou
                 hast
                 spoken
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 fulfill
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 thee
                 I
                 reconciled
                 am
                 ,
                 and
                 can
              
               
                 For
                 thy
                 sake
                 pardon
                 all
                 the
                 sins
                 of
                 man.
              
               
                 He
                 shall
                 be
                 sure
                 to
                 feel
                 my
                 smarting
                 Rod
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 I
                 will
                 be
                 to
                 him
                 a
                 loving
                 God.
              
               
                 When
                 thou
                 art
                 suitor
                 ,
                 what
                 shall
                 not
                 be
                 done
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 too
                 much
                 for
                 thy
                 Intercession
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 ,
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ever
                 live
                 to
                 make
              
               
                 With
                 me
                 in
                 Heaven
                 for
                 poor
                 Sinners
                 sake
                 ?
              
               
                 Therefore
                 to
                 th'
                 utmost
                 thou
                 shalt
                 Saviour
                 be
              
               
                 Unto
                 all
                 those
                 that
                 come
                 to
                 God
                 by
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 shall
                 be
                 happy
                 .
                 Go
                 ye
                 Angels
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Peace
                 proclaim
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 
                   Good
                   will
                   to
                   men
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 ANGEL
                 .
              
               
                 Adam
                 ,
                 I
                 hither
                 come
                 Tydings
                 to
                 bring
              
               
                 From
                 our
                 and
                 your
                 Creator
                 ,
                 Heavens
                 King.
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 Pray'rs
                 he
                 hath
                 inclin'd
                 his
                 ear
                 ;
              
               
                 Although
                 a
                 sinner
                 ,
                 thou
                 to
                 him
                 art
                 dear
                 .
              
               
                 Upon
                 thy
                 sin
                 Death
                 might
                 have
                 seizure
                 made
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 it
                 had
                 done
                 't
                 ,
                 thou
                 must
                 have
                 obey'd
              
               
               
                 Its
                 summons
                 ;
                 but
                 behold
                 !
                 there
                 's
                 a
                 reprieve
              
               
                 Which
                 Grace
                 hath
                 issu'd
                 forth
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 live
              
               
                 Many
                 and
                 many
                 days
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 thereby
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 e're
                 Death
                 comes
                 ,
                 mai'st
                 be
                 prepar'd
                 to
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 Makers
                 pleasure
                 it
                 is
                 fit
                 ,
              
               
                 Having
                 offended
                 ,
                 humbly
                 thou
                 submit
                 .
              
               
                 Bad
                 will
                 be
                 mixt
                 with
                 good
                 ;
                 thy
                 days
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 Sunshine
                 and
                 cloudy
                 ;
                 God
                 lays
                 out
                 for
                 thee
              
               
                 Sore
                 trials
                 .
                 But
                 of
                 sin
                 do
                 thou
                 repent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 learn
                 in
                 every
                 state
                 to
                 be
                 content
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 called
                 Abr'am
                 shall
                 from
                 thee
                 descend
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 God
                 will
                 own
                 and
                 honour
                 as
                 his
                 Friend
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 him
                 ,
                 in
                 
                 David's
                 line
                 ,
                 also
                 shall
                 spring
              
               
                 The
                 promised
                 Messiah
                 .
                 Zions
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Born
                 of
                 a
                 Virgin
                 overshadow'd
                 by
              
               
                 The
                 Holy
                 Ghost
                 ,
                 power
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 High.
              
               
                 He
                 upon
                 
                 David's
                 Throne
                 shall
                 sit
                 full
                 sure
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Kingdom
                 shall
                 for
                 evermore
                 endure
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 Gentiles
                 he
                 thick
                 darkness
                 shall
                 dispell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 his
                 Israel
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 out
                 of
                 love
                 to
                 thee
                 and
                 thine
                 will
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 by
                 Death
                 obtain
                 the
                 Victorie
                 ,
              
               
                 Nailing
                 unto
                 his
                 Cross
                 each
                 enemie
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 unto
                 man
                 by
                 death
                 bring
                 peace
                 and
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 whoe're
                 believe
                 in
                 him
                 ,
                 are
                 blest
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 judged
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 will
                 come
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 To
                 judg
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 when
                 Judgment
                 shall
                 be
                 past
              
               
                 By
                 him
                 in
                 Righteousness
                 .
                 And
                 then
                 his
                 own
              
               
                 He
                 will
                 advance
                 to
                 his
                 most
                 Glorious
                 Throne
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Where
                 they
                 shall
                 reign
                 in
                 all
                 felicity
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 disturbance
                 ,
                 to
                 eternity
                 .
              
               
                 Mans
                 Hymn
                 of
                 Praise
                 .
              
               
                 Tune
                 our
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 may
                 speak
                 thy
                 praise
                 ;
              
               
                 Flat
                 they
                 are
                 yet
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 them
                 higher
                 raise
                 .
              
               
                 Affect
                 us
                 thoroughly
                 .
                 Let
                 us
                 admire
              
               
                 Thy
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 call
                 in
                 help
                 from
                 all
                 the
                 Quire
              
               
                 Of
                 Angels
                 ,
                 who
                 with
                 wonder
                 have
                 all
                 seen
              
               
                 How
                 great
                 thy
                 goodness
                 unto
                 us
                 hath
                 been
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 gav'st
                 thy
                 Son
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 might
                 for
                 us
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 gav'st
                 thy self
                 for
                 our
                 Recoverie
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 freely
                 did'st
                 thou
                 stoop
                 ,
                 when
                 we
                 did
                 fall
                 ?
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 might
                 Honey
                 have
                 ,
                 thou
                 drankest
                 Gall.
              
               
                 We
                 eat
                 the
                 Fruit
                 ,
                 thou
                 hung'st
                 upon
                 the
                 Tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Life
                 brought
                 unto
                 us
                 ,
                 Death
                 unto
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 stripes
                 our
                 healing
                 are
                 ,
                 thy
                 thorn
                 our
                 flower
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 Blood
                 our
                 Balsom
                 ;
                 and
                 thy
                 Cross
                 our
                 Tower
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 wounds
                 our
                 Refuge
                 ;
                 and
                 thy
                 sighs
                 our
                 Song
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 thee
                 we
                 'l
                 make
                 our
                 boast
                 all
                 the
                 day-long
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 the
                 first-begotten
                 of
                 the
                 Dead
                 ;
              
               
                 Thou
                 of
                 all
                 earthly
                 Princes
                 art
                 the
                 Head.
              
               
                 Thou
                 love'st
                 us
                 ,
                 and
                 washt
                 us
                 from
                 our
                 sins
              
               
                 In
                 thine
                 own
                 Blood
                 ,
                 making
                 us
                 Priests
                 and
                 Kings
              
               
                 To
                 God
                 thy
                 Father
                 .
                 Therefore
                 we
                 will
                 never
              
               
                 Cease
                 saying
                 ,
                 Glory
                 be
                 to
                 thee
                 for
                 ever
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 we
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 thy
                 ransom'd
                 Ones
                 shall
                 come
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Heavenly
                 Zion
                 as
                 our
                 Home
                 ,
              
               
               
                 With
                 Songs
                 (
                 caus'd
                 by
                 that
                 blood
                 which
                 thou
                 did'st
                 shed
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 everlasting
                 joy
                 upon
                 our
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 shall
                 obtain
                 all
                 gladness
                 in
                 that
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 sorrow
                 and
                 sighing
                 shall
                 flee
                 away
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
               A
               Dialogue
               BETWEEN
               FAITH
               AND
               A
               DOUBTING
               SOUL
               .
            
          
           
             
             
             
               TO
               THE
               READER
               .
            
             
               
                 Courteous
                 Reader
                 ,
              
            
             
               ABout
               seventeen
               years
               ago
               ,
               a
               gracioas
               Woman
               (
               one
               of
               that
               Flock
               which
               was
               by
               Divine
               Providence
               committed
               to
               my
               charge
               )
               sorely
               laboured
               under
               many
               Doubts
               ,
               which
               created
               her
               much
               disquiet
               .
               In
               her
               agonies
               she
               frequently
               repaired
               to
               me
               for
               help
               ,
               which
               according
               to
               the
               Grace
               given
               ,
               I
               did
               most
               readily
               afford
               her
               .
               But
               by
               those
               Convulsion-sits
               ,
               which
               almost
               every
               day
               returned
               ,
               her
               memory
               was
               rendered
               so
               labil
               and
               unfaithful
               ,
               that
               all
               I
               said
               made
               no
               abiding
               impression
               .
               Every
               time
               she
               came
               to
               me
               ,
               she
               brought
               with
               her
               the
               same
               perplexing
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               I
               had
               my
               work
               to
               do
               again
               .
               Thereupon
               I
               resolved
               to
               draw
               up
               in
               Verse
               her
               Doubts
               ,
               and
               my
               Answers
               ,
               and
               gave
               them
               to
               her
               in
               writing
               ,
               in
               hope
               that
               her
               
               memory
               would
               more
               easily
               retain
               something
               which
               might
               befriend
               her
               ;
               at
               least
               ,
               that
               having
               these
               things
               by
               her
               ,
               she
               would
               make
               use
               of
               them
               as
               occasion
               required
               ,
               and
               so
               save
               both
               me
               and
               her self
               much
               labour
               .
            
             
               Through
               the
               goodness
               of
               God
               ,
               my
               expectation
               was
               not
               disappointed
               ,
               she
               found
               much
               benefit
               ,
               as
               she
               did
               most
               freely
               and
               thankfully
               acknowledg
               ;
               and
               through
               mercy
               past
               the
               remainder
               of
               her
               days
               in
               a
               pleasant
               calm
               .
               But
               ,
               good
               Soul
               ,
               she
               could
               not
               hide
               Gods
               loving
               kindness
               within
               her
               breast
               ,
               but
               communicated
               to
               others
               these
               lines
               ,
               which
               she
               counted
               a
               treasure
               ;
               several
               Copies
               were
               taken
               and
               disperst
               ,
               some
               sent
               into
               remote
               parts
               ,
               which
               found
               good
               acceptance
               ,
               and
               were
               not
               without
               their
               fruit
               .
            
             
               Mine
               own
               Copy
               of
               them
               lay
               dormant
               long
               after
               ;
               indeed
               I
               concluded
               it
               lost
               ,
               until
               about
               two
               years
               since
               one
               of
               my
               Children
               found
               it
               among
               my
               loose
               Papers
               ,
               and
               with
               joy
               brought
               it
               to
               me
               .
               Since
               then
               ,
               one
               borrowed
               it
               ,
               and
               another
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
               of
               which
               several
               took
               the
               pains
               to
               transcribe
               it
               .
               And
               I
               have
               of
               late
               been
               so
               prest
               to
               make
               it
               publick
               ,
               that
               contrary
               
               to
               my
               own
               thoughts
               and
               resolution
               ,
               I
               have
               been
               constrained
               to
               yield
               unto
               their
               importunity
               .
            
             
               Certain
               it
               is
               ,
               that
               Doubtings
               do
               abound
               in
               gracious
               Souls
               ,
               though
               wicked
               men
               enjoy
               a
               fatal
               peace
               ,
               and
               are
               not
               in
               trouble
               like
               them
               .
               The
               Devil
               like
               a
               roaring
               Lion
               gapes
               upon
               ,
               and
               worries
               those
               that
               have
               escap'd
               out
               of
               his
               snares
               ;
               whilest
               he
               rocks
               his
               vassals
               ,
               and
               doth
               his
               utmost
               to
               keep
               them
               asleep
               in
               the
               cradle
               of
               carnal
               security
               .
               Those
               that
               have
               true
               Faith
               ,
               have
               also
               many
               fears
               .
               But
               those
               that
               are
               strangers
               to
               Faith
               ,
               are
               commonly
               free
               from
               them
               .
            
             
               Doubts
               are
               good
               signs
               ,
               yet
               bad
               company
               .
               They
               damp
               the
               spirit
               ,
               and
               weaken
               the
               hand
               ,
               and
               cover
               with
               a
               cloud
               that
               face
               which
               should
               shine
               .
               They
               keep
               Faith
               from
               flourishing
               ;
               they
               deprive
               the
               Christian
               of
               that
               comfort
               which
               the
               breasts
               of
               Gospel-promises
               would
               yield
               him
               ;
               they
               rob
               God
               and
               Godliness
               of
               that
               honour
               which
               the
               cheerful
               lives
               of
               Saints
               would
               bring
               them
               ;
               and
               they
               render
               the
               converses
               of
               holy
               persons
               many
               times
               very
               unacceptable
               to
               their
               brethren
               ;
               though
               
               we
               should
               bear
               one
               anothers
               burdens
               ,
               and
               be
               very
               compassionate
               unto
               such
               as
               are
               deserted
               ,
               buffeted
               ,
               and
               disconsolate
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               the
               unquestionable
               duty
               of
               Christs
               Ministers
               to
               be
               Messengers
               of
               peace
               as
               well
               as
               Sons
               of
               thunder
               ;
               as
               to
               startle
               and
               affright
               sleeping
               sinners
               ,
               so
               to
               revive
               drooping
               and
               sinking
               Saints
               .
               We
               are
               to
               comfort
               the
               people
               of
               God
               ,
               by
               speaking
               to
               their
               case
               ,
               and
               to
               their
               hearts
               .
               To
               strengthen
               the
               weak
               hands
               ,
               and
               confirm
               the
               feeble
               knees
               ,
               is
               a
               part
               ,
               yea
               a
               very
               sweet
               part
               of
               our
               work
               .
               We
               have
               no
               dominion
               over
               their
               faith
               ,
               no
               ,
               none
               at
               all
               ;
               but
               should
               be
               helpers
               of
               their
               joy
               ,
               and
               rejoice
               to
               be
               so
               .
            
             
               Vpon
               this
               Errand
               and
               Design
               is
               this
               little
               piece
               sent
               abroad
               into
               the
               world
               ;
               without
               question
               many
               will
               find
               themselves
               concerned
               in
               the
               things
               contained
               in
               it
               ,
               and
               I
               hope
               some
               will
               find
               advantage
               .
               The
               answer
               to
               these
               Doubts
               are
               fetcht
               from
               the
               Word
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               grounded
               upon
               it
               ,
               and
               such
               are
               most
               cordial
               .
               Nay
               none
               but
               such
               will
               bring
               healing
               to
               a
               wounded
               ,
               and
               settlement
               to
               a
               tumultuating
               spirit
               .
               Let
               none
               be
               offended
               at
               
               the
               manner
               of
               composure
               ,
               but
               remember
               the
               reason
               before
               given
               ,
               and
               call
               to
               mind
               Davids
               Psalms
               ,
               together
               with
               the
               Apostles
               Exhortation
               ,
               
                 To
                 admonish
                 one
                 another
                 in
                 Psalms
                 and
                 Hymns
                 ,
                 and
                 spiritual
                 Songs
                 .
              
               A
               blessing
               from
               heaven
               go
               along
               with
               this
               little
               work
               ;
               and
               if
               thou
               receivest
               any
               spiritual
               benefit
               by
               it
               ,
               he
               hath
               his
               end
               ,
               who
               is
            
             
               
                 
                   A
                   Friend
                   and
                   Servant
                   to
                   the
                   Houshold
                   of
                   Faith
                   ,
                
                 SAMVEL
                 SLATER
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               A
               Dialogue
               between
               Faith
               and
               a
               Doubting
               Soul.
               
            
             
               
                 FAITH
                 .
              
               
                 WHat
                 joys
                 like
                 those
                 which
                 from
                 above
                 descend
                 !
              
               
                 They
                 know
                 no
                 bounds
                 ,
                 are
                 strangers
                 to
                 an
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 comforts
                 overflow
                 ,
                 I
                 sit
                 and
                 sing
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 night
                 is
                 day
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 Winter
                 Spring
                 .
              
               
                 While
                 others
                 think
                 I
                 want
                 ,
                 I
                 enough
                 have
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 heritage
                 is
                 good
                 ,
                 I
                 nothing
                 crave
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 Soul
                 ,
                 put
                 on
                 a
                 smile
                 ,
                 chase
                 sorrow
                 hence
                 ;
              
               
                 Whence
                 flow
                 these
                 tears
                 ?
                 why
                 is
                 this
                 great
                 expence
              
               
                 Of
                 deep
                 fetcht
                 sighs
                 &
                 groans
                 ?
                 thy
                 Saviours
                 voice
              
               
                 Should
                 clear
                 thy
                 brow
                 ,
                 &
                 make
                 thy
                 heart
                 rejoice
                 .
              
               
                 Husht
                 !
                 dost
                 not
                 hear
                 't
                 ?
                 Salvations
                 Captain
                 comes
              
               
                 With
                 sound
                 of
                 Trumpets
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 beat
                 of
                 Drums
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 not
                 th'
                 alarm
                 of
                 War
                 ;
                 he
                 takes
                 thy
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 actions
                 all
                 along
                 have
                 spoke
                 his
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 thee
                 he
                 did
                 engage
                 ,
                 he
                 fought
                 ,
                 and
                 di'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 triumphs
                 .
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 makes
                 on
                 thy
                 side
                 .
              
               
                 Himself
                 did
                 tell
                 me
                 so
                 ;
                 be
                 of
                 good
                 chear
                 ,
              
               
                 Away
                 with
                 doubtings
                 ,
                 and
                 defie
                 all
                 fear
                 .
              
               
               
                 Shake
                 off
                 these
                 causeless
                 dumps
                 ,
                 arise
                 and
                 shine
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 victory
                 is
                 Christs
                 ,
                 th'
                 advantage
                 thine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SOVL.
                 
              
               
                 What
                 mine
                 ?
                 canst
                 prove
                 it
                 ?
                 thou
                 tak'st
                 all
                 on
                 trust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 maist
                 be
                 deceived
                 ▪
                 try
                 I
                 must
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 look
                 ,
                 and
                 search
                 ,
                 examine
                 ,
                 and
                 enquire
                 ,
              
               
                 Ask
                 question
                 after
                 question
                 .
                 Yet
                 no
                 higher
              
               
                 Can
                 I
                 attain
                 than
                 to
                 faint
                 hopes
                 ;
                 which
                 cost
              
               
                 A
                 thousand
                 thousand
                 labours
                 ;
                 but
                 are
                 lost
              
               
                 In
                 twinkling
                 of
                 an
                 eye
                 .
                 I
                 cannot
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 lasting
                 peace
                 enjoy
                 .
                 When
                 things
                 are
                 best
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 disturb'd
                 ,
                 my
                 sleep
                 scarce
                 lasts
                 an
                 hour
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 I
                 '
                 wake
                 again
                 ,
                 Lord
                 !
                 what
                 a
                 pow'r
              
               
                 Of
                 sad
                 perplexing
                 thoughts
                 assault
                 my
                 mind
                 ?
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 conclude
                 both
                 Heav'n
                 and
                 Earth
                 combin'd
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 me
                 miserable
                 .
                 Faith
                 ,
                 speak
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Hast
                 thou
                 more
                 cause
                 of
                 joy
                 ,
                 or
                 I
                 of
                 doubt
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 FAITH
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 bid'st
                 me
                 speak
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 deny'st
                 to
                 hear
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 unlock
                 my
                 lips
                 ,
                 thou
                 bolts
                 thine
                 ear
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 such
                 sobs
                 and
                 sighs
                 ,
                 bitter
                 bewailings
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 weeping
                 ,
                 wringing
                 hands
                 ,
                 such
                 loud
                 complainings
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 my
                 labour
                 's
                 lost
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 my
                 skill
              
               
                 In
                 vain
                 is
                 tri'd
                 ,
                 for
                 out
                 of
                 meer
                 self-will
              
               
                 Thou
                 spillest
                 all
                 my
                 Cordials
                 ,
                 and
                 wilt
                 none
              
               
                 Of
                 my
                 choice
                 Heaven-born
                 comforts
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 not
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 since
                 I
                 know
                 thy
                 sickness
                 ,
                 know
                 ,
                 I
                 do
              
               
                 Both
                 pity
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 long
                 to
                 cure
                 it
                 too
                 .
              
               
               
                 We
                 'l
                 argue
                 things
                 once
                 more
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 don't
                 dread
              
               
                 Thy
                 reas'nings
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 crafty
                 Serpents
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 cause
                 is
                 good
                 ,
                 my
                 blessed
                 Seconds
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Though
                 thou
                 think'st
                 otherwise
                 )
                 without
                 compare
                 .
              
               
                 Enter
                 the
                 lists
                 then
                 ,
                 yet
                 the
                 Judg
                 shall
                 be
              
               
                 Not
                 sense
                 ,
                 nor
                 carnal
                 reason
                 ,
                 much
                 less
                 he
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 stil'd
                 God
                 of
                 this
                 world
                 ;
                 these
                 neither
                 can
              
               
                 Nor
                 will
                 speak
                 comfort
                 to
                 poor
                 humbled
                 man.
              
               
                 The
                 Scripture
                 I
                 make
                 choice
                 of
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 is
              
               
                 Divine
                 ,
                 impartial
                 ,
                 cannot
                 judg
                 amiss
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 canst
                 not
                 quarrel
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 therefore
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 on
                 ,
                 dejected
                 Soul
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 yield
                 the
                 day
              
               
                 To
                 Fears
                 ,
                 if
                 Scriptures
                 do
                 .
                 Objections
                 raise
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 have
                 answer
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 God
                 the
                 praise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 .
                 1.
                 
                 From
                 the
                 apprehension
                 of
                 Gods
                 Holiness
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   Trembling
                   takes
                   hold
                   upon
                   me
                   ,
                   when
                   I
                   see
                
                 
                   A
                   God
                   above
                   of
                   spotless
                   puritie
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Seraphims
                   his
                   glory
                   do
                   proclaim
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   it
                   admire
                   ,
                   most
                   holy
                   is
                   his
                   name
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   garnisht
                   Heavens
                   are
                   unclean
                   in
                   's
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   noon-day
                   Sun
                   is
                   darkned
                   by
                   his
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   eyes
                   are
                   flames
                   of
                   fire
                   ,
                   piercing
                   and
                   pure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   can't
                   the
                   least
                   iniquity
                   endure
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   am
                   full
                   of
                   sin
                   ,
                   all
                   over
                   stains
                   ;
                
                 
                   From
                   top
                   to
                   toe
                   is
                   nought
                   but
                   boils
                   and
                   blains
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   My
                   head
                   ,
                   heart
                   ,
                   life
                   with
                   sin
                   are
                   over
                   run
                   ;
                
                 
                   Sin
                   I
                   did
                   chuse
                   ,
                   by
                   sin
                   I
                   am
                   undone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   there
                   is
                   hope
                   :
                   a
                   ruin'd
                   Bankrupt
                   may
                
                 
                   Set
                   up
                   again
                   ;
                   the
                   night
                   gives
                   place
                   to
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   Adam
                   his
                   beauty
                   lost
                   ,
                   and
                   by
                   one
                   sin
                
                 
                   Defac'd
                   the
                   image
                   God
                   had
                   made
                   him
                   in
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Nazarite
                   became
                   an
                   Ethiope
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   himself
                   had
                   neither
                   help
                   nor
                   hope
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   found
                   both
                   in
                   another
                   .
                   God
                   prepar'd
                
                 
                   More
                   lasting
                   beauty
                   for
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   repair'd
                
                 
                   His
                   Image
                   on
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   sinner
                   then
                   ,
                
                 
                   Washt
                   from
                   his
                   filth
                   ,
                   waxt
                   fresh
                   and
                   fair
                   agen
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   may
                   be
                   done
                   for
                   thee
                   ,
                   the
                   fountain
                   still
                
                 
                   Stands
                   open
                   for
                   all
                   comers
                   ;
                   whoso
                   will
                
                 
                   May
                   go
                   and
                   bathe
                   his
                   sooty
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                
                 
                   Come
                   sorth
                   a
                   Creature
                   new
                   ,
                   and
                   white
                   as
                   snow
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   God
                   is
                   holy
                   ,
                   so
                   is
                   Christ
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                
                 
                   Hath
                   Grace
                   sufficient
                   for
                   himself
                   and
                   thee
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thy
                   wound
                   is
                   not
                   incurable
                   ;
                   thy
                   sore
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   so
                   heal
                   ,
                   that
                   it
                   shall
                   run
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Maker
                   can
                   ,
                   O
                   soul
                   ,
                   form
                   thee
                   anew
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   holy
                   God
                   can
                   make
                   thee
                   holy
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   Nay
                   more
                   ,
                   by
                   Covenant
                   he
                   's
                   bound
                   t'
                   impart
                
                 
                   To
                   his
                   a
                   spirit
                   right
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   new
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   Go
                   to
                   him
                   then
                   ,
                   his
                   faithful
                   promise
                   plead
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   he
                   will
                   richly
                   supply
                   thy
                   need
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Doubt
                 .
                 2.
                 
                 From
                 Gods
                 Iustice.
                 
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   God
                   is
                   just
                   ,
                   and
                   will
                   not
                   see
                   his
                   Law
                
                 
                   Broken
                   without
                   revenge
                   .
                   I
                   stand
                   in
                   awe
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   dread
                   his
                   iron-rod
                   .
                   Doth
                   he
                   not
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   that
                   sins
                   shall
                   die
                   ?
                   ah
                   !
                   who
                   then
                   may
                
                 
                   Once
                   hope
                   for
                   life
                   ,
                   since
                   we
                   are
                   sinners
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   lost
                   our
                   righteousness
                   in
                   
                   Adam's
                   fall
                   .
                
                 
                   Behold
                   me
                   cloth'd
                   with
                   rags
                   ,
                   once
                   but
                   one
                   story
                
                 
                   Lower
                   than
                   Angels
                   ,
                   who
                   are
                   cloth'd
                   with
                   glory
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   rags
                   are
                   filthy
                   too
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   the
                   shame
                
                 
                   Which
                   they
                   should
                   cover
                   ,
                   they
                   to
                   all
                   proclaim
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   condemn
                   my self
                   ,
                   though
                   self
                   I
                   love
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   favour
                   then
                   can
                   I
                   expect
                   above
                   ?
                
                 
                   The
                   Law
                   hath
                   past
                   its
                   sentence
                   ,
                   it
                   doth
                   crie
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   men
                   are
                   sinners
                   ,
                   and
                   as
                   such
                   shall
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   guilt
                   is
                   great
                   ,
                   my
                   God
                   is
                   just
                   ,
                   who
                   can
                
                 
                   Satisfie
                   justice
                   ,
                   and
                   clear
                   guilty
                   man
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   a
                   Friend
                   will
                   do
                   't
                   .
                   Did
                   I
                   say
                   ,
                   will
                   ?
                
                 
                   Pardon
                   ,
                   dear
                   Jesus
                   :
                   Oh
                   ,
                   how
                   I
                   do
                   fill
                
                 
                   With
                   joy
                   ,
                   since
                   I
                   can
                   say
                   ,
                   he
                   hath
                   it
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   God
                   is
                   pleas'd
                   with
                   thee
                   in
                   Christ
                   his
                   Son.
                
                 
                   Thy
                   debt
                   was
                   great
                   ,
                   empty
                   thy
                   purse
                   ,
                   that
                   friend
                
                 
                   Became
                   thy
                   surety
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   put
                   an
                   end
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   Law-suit
                   ,
                   by
                   saying
                   he
                   would
                   pay
                
                 
                   What
                   thou
                   wast
                   charged
                   with
                   ,
                   upon
                   the
                   day
                
                 
                 
                   Justice
                   should
                   set
                   ;
                   and
                   when
                   that
                   day
                   came
                   ,
                   he
                
                 
                   Paid
                   to
                   a
                   farthing
                   ,
                   and
                   discharged
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sum
                   was
                   great
                   ,
                   but
                   his
                   far
                   greater
                   love
                
                 
                   Bogled
                   not
                   at
                   it
                   ,
                   nor
                   did
                   he
                   once
                   remove
                
                 
                   From
                   his
                   resolved
                   kindness
                   ,
                   but
                   hath
                   given
                
                 
                   What
                   did
                   redeem
                   lost
                   earth
                   ,
                   &
                   purchase
                   Heaven
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   laid
                   his
                   life
                   down
                   ,
                   his
                   heart-blood
                   he
                   gave
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   sparing
                   thy
                   blood
                   ,
                   he
                   thy
                   life
                   might
                   save
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   more
                   can
                   Justice
                   ask
                   ?
                   surely
                   if
                   I
                
                 
                   Be
                   once
                   arrested
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   plead
                   ,
                   Christ
                   did
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   be
                   not
                   appeas'd
                   with
                   death
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   will
                   for
                   ever
                   bear
                   his
                   flaming
                   rod.
                
                 
                   Besides
                   ,
                   I
                   spi'd
                   white
                   linnen
                   in
                   his
                   grave
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   soon
                   concluded
                   that
                   I
                   this
                   must
                   have
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   saw
                   me
                   naked
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   did
                   provide
                
                 
                   A
                   perfect
                   Robe
                   my
                   nakedness
                   to
                   hide
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   more
                   is
                   lacking
                   ?
                   let
                   strict
                   Justice
                   see
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   Saviour
                   saith
                   ,
                   there
                   is
                   no
                   spot
                   in
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 3.
                 
                 From
                 the
                 comparatively
                 small
                 number
                 of
                 Redeemed
                 Ones
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   grant
                   there
                   is
                   in
                   Christ
                   sufficient
                   merit
                
                 
                   To
                   purchase
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   his
                   inherit
                
                 
                   Those
                   peaceful
                   blissful
                   mansions
                   ,
                   where
                   he
                
                 
                   Crowns
                   all
                   their
                   hopes
                   with
                   full
                   felicity
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   blood
                   can
                   make
                   the
                   blackest
                   Blackmoor
                   white
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   loathsome
                   sinners
                   lovely
                   in
                   Gods
                   sight
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   Almighty
                   power
                   doubt
                   who
                   can
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   believe
                   him
                   God
                   as
                   well
                   as
                   man.
                
                 
                   But
                   what
                   of
                   that
                   ,
                   I
                   hear
                   ,
                   the
                   number
                   's
                   small
                
                 
                   For
                   which
                   he
                   died
                   .
                   Had
                   he
                   dy'd
                   for
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   might
                   have
                   fill'd
                   with
                   comfort
                   .
                   But
                   alas
                   !
                
                 
                   A
                   little
                   part
                   of
                   this
                   corrupted
                   mass
                
                 
                   Was
                   chosen
                   out
                   for
                   honourable
                   use
                   ,
                
                 
                   Vessels
                   of
                   glory
                   ,
                   whom
                   the
                   Lord
                   did
                   chuse
                
                 
                   For
                   his
                   Coelestial
                   Temple
                   ;
                   the
                   rest
                   will
                
                 
                   As
                   worthless
                   silver
                   be
                   rejected
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   reason
                   tells
                   me
                   ,
                   if
                   he
                   would
                   not
                   crie
                
                 
                   And
                   pray
                   for
                   all
                   ,
                   for
                   all
                   he
                   would
                   not
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   fear
                   of
                   his
                   dear
                   little
                   Flock
                   I
                   'm
                   none
                   ,
                
                 
                   Others
                   may
                   saved
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   undone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Be
                   it
                   acknowledged
                   ,
                   that
                   few
                   there
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whom
                   Christ
                   redeem'd
                   ,
                   shall
                   in
                   his
                   merits
                   share
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   saves
                   not
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   dy'd
                   not
                   for
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   not
                   alike
                   affect
                   Iudas
                   and
                   Paul.
                
                 
                   Grant
                   that
                   ,
                   yet
                   do
                   not
                   sink
                   ,
                   the
                   door
                   is
                   ope
                
                 
                   To
                   all
                   that
                   will
                   come
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   a
                   door
                   of
                   hope
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   dy'd
                   for
                   sinners
                   ,
                   why
                   then
                   not
                   for
                   thee
                   ?
                
                 
                   Either
                   give
                   reason
                   ,
                   or
                   believe
                   with
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Gods
                   Decrees
                   secret
                   are
                   ,
                   and
                   who
                   can
                   read
                
                 
                   His
                   everlasting
                   purpose
                   ?
                   Nay
                   what
                   need
                
                 
                   Of
                   climbing
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   curiously
                   to
                   look
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whether
                   thy
                   name
                   be
                   written
                   in
                   his
                   Book
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   is
                   a
                   vain
                   attempt
                   ,
                   that
                   course
                   once
                   take
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   soul
                   thou'lt
                   wound
                   ,
                   &
                   work
                   for
                   sorrow
                   make
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   There
                   is
                   enough
                   in
                   Christ
                   ,
                   and
                   none
                   shall
                   die
                
                 
                   But
                   such
                   as
                   do
                   not
                   to
                   that
                   refuge
                   flie
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   him
                   are
                   safely
                   Arkt
                   persons
                   unclean
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   grievous
                   sinners
                   like
                   to
                   thee
                   have
                   been
                   .
                
                 
                   Haste
                   thou
                   for
                   shelter
                   too
                   .
                   Why
                   this
                   delay
                   ?
                
                 
                   O
                   soul
                   ,
                   it
                   must
                   be
                   done
                   .
                   Do
                   it
                   to
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   Wouldst
                   thou
                   destroy
                   thy self
                   ?
                   shall
                   black
                   despair
                
                 
                   O'rewhelm
                   and
                   drown
                   thee
                   ,
                   now
                   there
                   's
                   such
                   a
                   fair
                
                 
                   And
                   ready
                   passage
                   ,
                   leading
                   to
                   the
                   Ark
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   thousands
                   of
                   thousands
                   do
                   imbark
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   are
                   conveyed
                   to
                   a
                   land
                   of
                   rest
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   neither
                   sin
                   nor
                   sorrow
                   can
                   molest
                   .
                
                 
                   Up
                   ,
                   up
                   ,
                   for
                   shame
                   ,
                   away
                   to
                   him
                   with
                   speed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   's
                   call'd
                   a
                   Saviour
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   one
                   indeed
                   .
                
                 
                   Do
                   but
                   go
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   yea
                   go
                   at
                   a
                   venture
                   ,
                
                 
                   Into
                   his
                   gracious
                   presence
                   all
                   may
                   enter
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   never
                   said
                   to
                   any
                   ,
                   seek
                   in
                   vain
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   humble
                   seekers
                   shall
                   his
                   favour
                   gain
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   promise
                   is
                   ,
                   if
                   any
                   one
                   will
                   rise
                
                 
                   And
                   make
                   address
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   he
                   in
                   no
                   wise
                
                 
                   Will
                   cast
                   him
                   off
                   .
                   Flee
                   thou
                   unto
                   his
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   he
                   in
                   arms
                   of
                   love
                   shall
                   thee
                   imbrace
                   .
                
                 
                   None
                   e're
                   departed
                   empty
                   from
                   him
                   .
                   He
                
                 
                   Is
                   infinitely
                   full
                   ,
                   full
                   out
                   as
                   free
                   .
                
                 
                   Haste
                   to
                   him
                   therefore
                   ,
                   haste
                   ,
                   thy
                   days
                   do
                   spend
                   ;
                
                 
                   End
                   thou
                   thy
                   danger
                   ,
                   e're
                   thy
                   days
                   do
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   Put
                   in
                   thy
                   sickle
                   ,
                   reap
                   what
                   he
                   hath
                   sown
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   's
                   not
                   thy
                   foe
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   be
                   not
                   thine
                   own
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   invitation
                   is
                   ,
                   Whoever
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   him
                   come
                   hither
                   ,
                   and
                   here
                   take
                   his
                   fill
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   wilt
                   take
                   ,
                   then
                   Christ
                   will
                   give
                   ,
                   believe
                   ;
                
                 
                   Stretch
                   out
                   thy
                   hand
                   ,
                   he
                   will
                   thy
                   wants
                   relieve
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   the
                   God
                   of
                   Love
                   ,
                   then
                   to
                   him
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   canst
                   not
                   ask
                   the
                   thing
                   he
                   will
                   not
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                   Others
                   have
                   sought
                   and
                   found
                   ,
                   asked
                   and
                   had
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   sinners
                   were
                   like
                   thee
                   ,
                   as
                   old
                   ,
                   as
                   bad
                   .
                
                 
                   Their
                   good
                   success
                   should
                   ease
                   and
                   chear
                   thy
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Christ
                   will
                   do
                   his
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   do
                   thy
                   part
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 4.
                 
                 From
                 uncertainty
                 of
                 interest
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   question
                   still
                   mine
                   interest
                   in
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cannot
                   call
                   him
                   Father
                   .
                   Mine
                   abode
                
                 
                   Is
                   yet
                   in
                   darkness
                   ,
                   I
                   want
                   light
                   to
                   read
                
                 
                   Mine
                   Evidences
                   by
                   .
                   Oh!
                   could
                   I
                   feed
                
                 
                   My
                   joys
                   with
                   full
                   assurance
                   ;
                   did
                   I
                   know
                
                 
                   That
                   God
                   is
                   reconciled
                   ,
                   Christ
                   did
                   do
                
                 
                   And
                   suffer
                   all
                   for
                   me
                   ,
                   I
                   soon
                   would
                   chase
                
                 
                   All
                   sorrow
                   hence
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   a
                   smiling
                   face
                
                 
                   Look
                   on
                   my
                   dearest
                   Lord
                   :
                   nothing
                   should
                   hinder
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   love
                   should
                   be
                   the
                   spark
                   ,
                   my
                   heart
                   like
                   tinder
                
                 
                   Should
                   quickly
                   kindle
                   ,
                   and
                   be
                   all
                   in
                   slame
                
                 
                   With
                   love
                   and
                   praises
                   to
                   his
                   holy
                   name
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thrice
                   happy
                   Paul
                   could
                   say
                   Christ
                   dy'd
                   for
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   fill'd
                   his
                   soul
                   with
                   joy
                   up
                   to
                   the
                   brim
                   .
                
                 
                   Did
                   I
                   know
                   that
                   ,
                   my
                   comforts
                   would
                   run
                   o're
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   'd
                   sit
                   and
                   sing
                   ,
                   but
                   sigh
                   and
                   sob
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Dost
                   thou
                   desire
                   to
                   know
                   it
                   ?
                   Look
                   within
                   .
                
                 
                   Is
                   no
                   discov'ry
                   made
                   ?
                   then
                   look
                   agen
                   .
                
                 
                   Beg
                   light
                   from
                   Heaven
                   when
                   't
                   is
                   dark
                   below
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   know
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   follow
                   on
                   to
                   know
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   dy'd
                   for
                   all
                   in
                   whom
                   he
                   lives
                   ,
                   make
                   out
                
                 
                   His
                   living
                   in
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   thou
                   needst
                   not
                   doubt
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   canst
                   say
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   my
                   heart
                   is
                   thine
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   well
                   maist
                   say
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   thy
                   death
                   is
                   mine
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   enters
                   no
                   House
                   ,
                   but
                   he
                   sprinkles
                   first
                
                 
                   The
                   Door-posts
                   of
                   it
                   with
                   that
                   blood
                   which
                   burst
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   his
                   precious
                   side
                   .
                   That
                   sincere
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   glows
                   within
                   thy
                   breast
                   ,
                   came
                   from
                   above
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   is
                   a
                   sweet
                   reflection
                   of
                   that
                   fire
                
                 
                   And
                   purer
                   flame
                   in
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   doth
                   aspire
                
                 
                   To
                   its
                   own
                   Element
                   ;
                   't
                   will
                   carry
                   thee
                
                 
                   To
                   that
                   blest
                   place
                   ,
                   where
                   is
                   no
                   room
                   for
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Cease
                   groundless
                   fears
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                   not
                   him
                   deny
                
                 
                   That
                   saith
                   ,
                   Lord
                   give
                   me
                   Christ
                   ,
                   or
                   else
                   I
                   dye
                   .
                
                 
                   Deal
                   faithfully
                   in
                   thine
                   own
                   case
                   ,
                   and
                   own
                
                 
                   With
                   thankfulness
                   what
                   God
                   for
                   thee
                   hath
                   done
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   canst
                   not
                   choose
                   but
                   say
                   ,
                   many
                   a
                   time
                
                 
                   Christ
                   hath
                   himself
                   shewn
                   willing
                   to
                   be
                   thine
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   dost
                   accept
                   him
                   ,
                   dost
                   not
                   ?
                   Then
                   all
                   's
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   match
                   is
                   made
                   ,
                   and
                   Jesus
                   is
                   thine
                   own
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   saith
                   ,
                   wilt
                   have
                   my
                   Son
                   ?
                   thou
                   say'st
                   ,
                   yea
                   Lord
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   it
                   to
                   me
                   according
                   to
                   thy
                   word
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   Love
                   and
                   Law
                   also
                   ,
                   both
                   I
                   would
                   have
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Peace
                   without
                   his
                   Grace
                   I
                   do
                   not
                   crave
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   am
                   as
                   willing
                   he
                   in
                   me
                   should
                   reign
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   that
                   by
                   him
                   I
                   happiness
                   may
                   gain
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   this
                   be
                   thy
                   return
                   ,
                   for
                   so
                   shall
                   he
                
                 
                   Fill
                   thee
                   with
                   grace
                   ,
                   and
                   Heaven
                   with
                   such
                   as
                   thee
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 5.
                 
                 From
                 inward
                 Corruptions
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   With
                   such
                   as
                   me
                   !
                   believ
                   't
                   who
                   will
                   ;
                   I
                   can't
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whoever
                   enters
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   sure
                   I
                   shan't
                   .
                
                 
                   Nought
                   that
                   defiles
                   shall
                   thither
                   come
                   ;
                   that
                   place
                
                 
                   Is
                   fill'd
                   with
                   Glory
                   for
                   Souls
                   fill'd
                   with
                   Grace
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   mine
                   is
                   stuff'd
                   with
                   sin
                   ,
                   numberless
                   evils
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ill
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   affections
                   ,
                   Legions
                   of
                   Devils
                   ,
                
                 
                   Haunt
                   and
                   inhabit
                   here
                   .
                   Lord
                   !
                   what
                   a
                   pow'r
                
                 
                   Of
                   lusts
                   are
                   crawling
                   in
                   it
                   every
                   hour
                   !
                
                 
                   I
                   never
                   set
                   my self
                   to
                   look
                   within
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   discover
                   filthy
                   heaps
                   of
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                   Did
                   others
                   see
                   what
                   I
                   do
                   ,
                   they
                   with
                   shame
                
                 
                   And
                   scorn
                   would
                   shun
                   me
                   ;
                   I
                   disgrace
                   that
                   name
                
                 
                   Which
                   graceth
                   me
                   ,
                   Christ's
                   holy
                   name
                   I
                   bear
                   .
                
                 
                   Him
                   I
                   profess
                   ,
                   his
                   Livery
                   I
                   wear
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   him
                   I
                   live
                   ,
                   his
                   word
                   I
                   hear
                   ,
                   yet
                   feel
                
                 
                   No
                   yielding
                   to
                   him
                   in
                   this
                   heart
                   of
                   Steel
                   .
                
                 
                   Filthy
                   I
                   was
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   am
                   still
                   ;
                   How
                   can
                
                 
                   An
                   holy
                   Christ
                   dwell
                   in
                   so
                   soul
                   a
                   man
                   ?
                
                 
                   Sure
                   he
                   his
                   habitation
                   sweepeth
                   clean
                   ;
                
                 
                   There
                   are
                   not
                   in
                   his
                   Temple
                   heaps
                   of
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Sin
                   dies
                   in
                   him
                   that
                   liveth
                   ;
                   therefore
                   I
                
                 
                   Have
                   no
                   true
                   life
                   ,
                   not
                   finding
                   sin
                   to
                   dye
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Sin
                   is
                   in
                   thee
                   .
                   But
                   is
                   there
                   nothing
                   more
                   ?
                
                 
                   There
                   may
                   be
                   Grace
                   ,
                   though
                   of
                   corruption
                   store
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   midst
                   of
                   enemies
                   thy
                   Saviour
                   reigns
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   those
                   enemies
                   still
                   ground
                   he
                   gains
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   mighty
                   one
                   hath
                   girt
                   his
                   Sword
                   to
                   's
                   side
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   conquering
                   ,
                   to
                   conquer
                   he
                   doth
                   ride
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   feelest
                   thy
                   corruptions
                   are
                   rife
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   feeling
                   is
                   a
                   mercy
                   ,
                   sign
                   of
                   life
                   .
                
                 
                   Dead
                   men
                   feel
                   nothing
                   ,
                   load
                   them
                   ,
                   load
                   again
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   do
                   not
                   groan
                   ,
                   they
                   do
                   not
                   once
                   complain
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   well
                   when
                   sin
                   doth
                   trouble
                   and
                   molest
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   did
                   thee
                   please
                   ;
                   for
                   Christ
                   hath
                   promis'd
                   rest
                
                 
                   To
                   heavy
                   laden
                   souls
                   ;
                   nor
                   is
                   he
                   slack
                
                 
                   To
                   take
                   that
                   burden
                   off
                   which
                   galls
                   thy
                   back
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   will
                   not
                   pass
                   thee
                   by
                   ,
                   because
                   so
                   ill
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   the
                   fitter
                   for
                   his
                   Sov'reign
                   skill
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   good
                   Phisician
                   overlooks
                   the
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   goes
                   where
                   sicknesses
                   do
                   most
                   abound
                   .
                
                 
                   Hate
                   and
                   abhor
                   thy
                   sins
                   ,
                   thy self
                   bemoan
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   sin
                   lose
                   love
                   ,
                   it
                   cannot
                   keep
                   the
                   throne
                   .
                
                 
                   Where
                   't
                   is
                   endear'd
                   it
                   lives
                   ,
                   loathed
                   it
                   dies
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   at
                   one
                   time
                   humbles
                   and
                   sanctifies
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   for
                   the
                   stirrings
                   of
                   thy
                   lust
                   ,
                   at
                   most
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   'r
                   but
                   death-pangs
                   ,
                   it
                   shall
                   give
                   up
                   the
                   Ghost
                   .
                
                 
                   Sampson
                   did
                   at
                   his
                   death
                   make
                   greatest
                   sport
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Devils
                   rage
                   grows
                   high
                   ,
                   when
                   's
                   time
                   is
                   short
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Be
                   thou
                   so
                   wise
                   in
                   th'
                   case
                   which
                   thou
                   art
                   in
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   to
                   discern
                   'twixt
                   reign
                   and
                   rage
                   of
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   speak
                   thy
                   bleeding
                   heart
                   ,
                   &
                   weeping
                   eyes
                   ?
                
                 
                   Sure
                   this
                   ,
                   that
                   sin
                   don't
                   reign
                   but
                   tyrannize
                   .
                
                 
                   Danger
                   of
                   death
                   is
                   past
                   ,
                   because
                   I
                   see
                
                 
                   By
                   these
                   complainings
                   ,
                   sin
                   doth
                   die
                   in
                   thee
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 .
                 6.
                 
                 From
                 want
                 of
                 Godly
                 sorrow
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   Could
                   I
                   indeed
                   mourn
                   kindly
                   ,
                   then
                   at
                   last
                
                 
                   I
                   'd
                   think
                   the
                   bitterness
                   of
                   death
                   were
                   past
                   .
                
                 
                   Could
                   I
                   with
                   weeping
                   mingle
                   all
                   my
                   drink
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   make
                   my
                   bed
                   to
                   swim
                   ;
                   could
                   I
                   so
                   think
                
                 
                   On
                   my
                   corruptions
                   ,
                   as
                   to
                   dissolve
                
                 
                   Into
                   a
                   flood
                   of
                   tears
                   ,
                   I
                   should
                   resolve
                
                 
                   My
                   doubts
                   ,
                   and
                   banish
                   fears
                   .
                   Were
                   e're
                   a
                   vein
                
                 
                   Of
                   godly
                   sorrow
                   breath'd
                   ,
                   't
                   would
                   ease
                   my
                   pain
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   I
                   should
                   smile
                   at
                   table
                   ,
                   rest
                   in
                   bed
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   bleeding
                   heart
                   would
                   cure
                   an
                   aking
                   head
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   mine
                   ,
                   alas
                   !
                   is
                   stupid
                   ,
                   brawnie
                   ,
                   dry
                
                 
                   Will
                   scarce
                   afford
                   a
                   tear
                   ,
                   will
                   scarce
                   supply
                
                 
                   Me
                   with
                   desired
                   groans
                   ;
                   sometimes
                   I
                   see
                
                 
                   My
                   brethren
                   furnisht
                   with
                   a
                   treasurie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   ocean
                   of
                   tears
                   .
                   How
                   soon
                   can
                   they
                
                 
                   With
                   laden
                   clouds
                   o'recast
                   their
                   clearest
                   day
                   !
                
                 
                   One
                   thought
                   of
                   Christ
                   ,
                   or
                   word
                   of
                   sin
                   doth
                   make
                
                 
                   Their
                   eyes
                   run
                   over
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   hearts
                   to
                   ake
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   can't
                   command
                   a
                   drop
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   have
                   store
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   therefore
                   grieve
                   'cause
                   I
                   can
                   grieve
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Poor
                   soul
                   !
                   oh
                   that
                   thy
                   head
                   were
                   waters
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   Thy
                   chamber
                   Bochim
                   .
                   Oh!
                   that
                   a
                   command
                
                 
                   Would
                   sweetly
                   break
                   thine
                   heart
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   it
                   melt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Feeling
                   such
                   sorrow
                   as
                   it
                   never
                   felt
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   wish
                   that
                   these
                   dry
                   cheeks
                   bedew'd
                   may
                   be
                
                 
                   With
                   tears
                   for
                   him
                   that
                   shed
                   his
                   blood
                   for
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   would
                   be
                   
                     Aqua
                     vitae
                  
                   ,
                   gen'rous
                   wine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Quickly
                   reviving
                   this
                   faint
                   heart
                   of
                   thine
                   .
                
                 
                   Those
                   tears
                   would
                   drown
                   thy
                   sorrow
                   ,
                   &
                   that
                   rain
                
                 
                   Would
                   make
                   the
                   inward
                   chaps
                   to
                   close
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   Well
                   ,
                   take
                   a
                   turn
                   upon
                   that
                   fatal
                   mount
                
                 
                   Where
                   Christ
                   was
                   crucifi'd
                   ,
                   and
                   there
                   recount
                
                 
                   His
                   pressing
                   sorrows
                   ;
                   there
                   behold
                   the
                   Sun
                
                 
                   Of
                   Righteousness
                   eclips'd
                   ,
                   and
                   having
                   run
                
                 
                   His
                   race
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   setting
                   at
                   last
                   in
                   dark
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wrapt
                   up
                   in
                   clouds
                   ,
                   stand
                   still
                   a
                   while
                   and
                   hark
                
                 
                   How
                   deep
                   his
                   sighs
                   were
                   fetcht
                   in
                   that
                   black
                   night
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   brought
                   for
                   us
                   immortal
                   life
                   to
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   soul
                   was
                   sorrowful
                   ,
                   ev'n
                   unto
                   death
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   in
                   that
                   sorrow
                   not
                   the
                   smallest
                   breath
                
                 
                   Of
                   comfort
                   reacht
                   him
                   ;
                   he
                   was
                   fain
                   to
                   '
                   bide
                
                 
                   The
                   rage
                   of
                   enemies
                   ;
                   nay
                   God
                   did
                   hide
                   .
                
                 
                   Men
                   reak'd
                   their
                   rage
                   ,
                   his
                   Father
                   too
                   did
                   pour
                
                 
                   His
                   wrath
                   upon
                   him
                   in
                   the
                   self-same
                   hour
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   all
                   this
                   for
                   thy
                   sin
                   ;
                   lay
                   that
                   to
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   did'st
                   transgress
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                   endur'd
                   the
                   smart
                   .
                
                 
                   Dwell
                   on
                   these
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   for
                   sure
                   a
                   Saviour's
                   groan
                
                 
                   May
                   pierce
                   and
                   mollifie
                   an
                   heart
                   of
                   stone
                   .
                
                 
                   Repeated
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   that
                   God
                   did
                   him
                   forsake
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   kindly
                   work
                   ,
                   and
                   cause
                   thy
                   heart
                   to
                   ake
                   .
                
                 
                   Since
                   Peter
                   wept
                   with
                   one
                   cast
                   of
                   Christs
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   mai'st
                   to
                   hear
                   him
                   say
                   ,
                   
                     for
                     thee
                     I
                     die
                  
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   measure
                   not
                   repentance
                   by
                   thy
                   tears
                   .
                
                 
                   Sorrow
                   is
                   deepest
                   when
                   it
                   least
                   appears
                   .
                
                 
                   Don't
                   always
                   judg
                   of
                   inward
                   sorrows
                   by
                
                 
                   The
                   tongue
                   complaining
                   ,
                   or
                   the
                   weeping
                   eye
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   full-charg'd
                   vessels
                   frequently
                   run
                   least
                   ,
                
                 
                   Through
                   want
                   of
                   vent
                   ,
                   so
                   doth
                   the
                   heart
                   opprest
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   have
                   words
                   ,
                   yea
                   tears
                   too
                   at
                   their
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   Christ
                   rejecting
                   hug
                   their
                   Idols
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   Esau
                   did
                   weep
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   could
                   find
                   no
                   place
                
                 
                   For
                   wisht
                   repentance
                   ,
                   nor
                   for
                   saving
                   grace
                   .
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   there
                   may
                   true
                   Penitents
                   be
                   found
                
                 
                   O'rewhelm'd
                   with
                   grief
                   ,
                   with
                   brinish
                   tears
                   not
                   drown'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   mens
                   complexions
                   are
                   hot
                   ,
                   and
                   they
                
                 
                   Buckets
                   of
                   water
                   must
                   needs
                   want
                   to
                   lay
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   that
                   burns
                   within
                   ,
                   whilst
                   others
                   are
                
                 
                   So
                   full
                   of
                   moisture
                   ,
                   they
                   've
                   enough
                   to
                   spare
                   .
                
                 
                   Grace
                   sanctifieth
                   ,
                   and
                   makes
                   better
                   ,
                   yet
                
                 
                   Natures
                   defects
                   are
                   not
                   suppli'd
                   by
                   it
                   .
                
                 
                   Divers
                   affections
                   too
                   are
                   in
                   the
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   one
                   ,
                   anon
                   another
                   acts
                   its
                   part
                   ▪
                
                 
                 
                   Thy
                   grief
                   once
                   wrought
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   thou
                   couldst
                   have
                   stood
                   .
                
                 
                   Under
                   Christs
                   Cross
                   ,
                   till
                   thou
                   had'st
                   wept
                   a
                   flood
                   .
                
                 
                   Holy
                   revenge
                   now
                   is
                   upon
                   the
                   stage
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   prosecutes
                   with
                   never-ending
                   rage
                
                 
                   The
                   murderer
                   ,
                   that
                   Christ
                   did
                   crucifie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   nothing
                   but
                   its
                   blood
                   will
                   satisfie
                   .
                
                 
                   Despond
                   not
                   then
                   ,
                   O
                   soul
                   ,
                   that
                   sacred
                   fire
                
                 
                   Of
                   holy
                   anger
                   (
                   which
                   shall
                   not
                   expire
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   altar
                   of
                   thine
                   heart
                   )
                   doth
                   dry
                
                 
                   That
                   dew
                   which
                   once
                   upon
                   thy
                   cheeks
                   did
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   ,
                   dost
                   thou
                   feel
                   the
                   heavy
                   weight
                   of
                   sin
                   ?
                
                 
                   Wouldst
                   give
                   a
                   world
                   ,
                   there
                   were
                   not
                   one
                   within
                   ?
                
                 
                   Is
                   that
                   thy
                   misery
                   ,
                   thy
                   plague
                   ,
                   thy
                   sore
                   ?
                
                 
                   Wouldst
                   willingly
                   offend
                   thy
                   God
                   no
                   more
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   should
                   bid
                   thee
                   ask
                   a
                   boon
                   ,
                   wouldst
                   cry
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lord
                   ,
                   that
                   my
                   soul
                   might
                   live
                   ;
                   my
                   sin
                   might
                   die
                   ?
                
                 
                   Canst
                   part
                   with
                   Delilah
                   ?
                   canst
                   Agag
                   hew
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Kingly-darling-lust
                   ,
                   canst
                   bid
                   adieu
                
                 
                   To
                   all
                   the
                   Idols
                   of
                   thine
                   heart
                   ?
                   then
                   he
                
                 
                   Who
                   dy'd
                   for
                   sinners
                   ,
                   also
                   dy'd
                   for
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   sense
                   of
                   sin
                   ,
                   those
                   inward
                   pains
                   that
                   cause
                
                 
                   A
                   man
                   to
                   loath
                   himself
                   ,
                   yield
                   to
                   Christs
                   laws
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Gospel
                   calls
                   enough
                   .
                   Do
                   thou
                   not
                   cover
                
                 
                   One
                   of
                   thy
                   sins
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                   them
                   all
                   pass
                   over
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   e're
                   is
                   wanting
                   in
                   thy
                   tears
                   ,
                   Christs
                   blood
                
                 
                   To
                   th'
                   utmost
                   will
                   supply
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   it
                   good
                   .
                
                 
                   Huge
                   mountainous
                   transgressions
                   of
                   man
                
                 
                   Small
                   rivers
                   cannot
                   hide
                   ,
                   but
                   th'
                   Ocean
                   can
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Doubt
                 7.
                 
                 From
                 spiritual
                 unfruitfulness
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   my
                   heart
                   is
                   a
                   barren
                   soil
                   :
                   that
                   lays
                
                 
                   My
                   comforts
                   dead
                   ;
                   did
                   I
                   fill
                   up
                   my
                   days
                   ,
                
                 
                   Place
                   and
                   Relations
                   ;
                   ah
                   !
                   did
                   I
                   find
                
                 
                   A
                   fruitful
                   soul
                   ,
                   I
                   should
                   not
                   faint
                   in
                   mind
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   cannot
                   weep
                   ,
                   yet
                   if
                   my
                   work
                   went
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   Were
                   this
                   my
                   straitned
                   heart
                   enlarg'd
                   to
                   run
                
                 
                   The
                   ways
                   of
                   Gods
                   Commandments
                   ,
                   then
                   my
                   peace
                
                 
                   Would
                   like
                   a
                   river
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   still
                   increase
                   .
                
                 
                   Abundant
                   fruits
                   of
                   holiness
                   would
                   be
                
                 
                   Proofs
                   of
                   my
                   love
                   to
                   God
                   ,
                   Gods
                   love
                   to
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   justly
                   doth
                   expect
                   from
                   every
                   one
                
                 
                   Returns
                   of
                   love
                   and
                   duty
                   .
                   There
                   is
                   none
                
                 
                   Deserves
                   a
                   servants
                   name
                   ,
                   unless
                   he
                   do
                
                 
                   Perform
                   the
                   work
                   his
                   master
                   sets
                   him
                   to
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   likes
                   not
                   idle
                   drones
                   ,
                   that
                   drink
                   and
                   eat
                
                 
                   At
                   others
                   cost
                   ,
                   and
                   live
                   on
                   others
                   sweat
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   people
                   are
                   industrious
                   ,
                   and
                   can
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lord
                   we
                   our
                   work
                   have
                   finisht
                   in
                   our
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   Whereas
                   mine
                   lieth
                   dead
                   upon
                   my
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   time
                   flies
                   swiftly
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                   idle
                   stand
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   commands
                   before
                   me
                   present
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   where
                   's
                   obedience
                   ?
                   if
                   I
                   compare
                
                 
                   My
                   life
                   with
                   God's
                   law
                   ,
                   I
                   most
                   plainly
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   much
                   that
                   should
                   ,
                   little
                   is
                   done
                   by
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   stand
                   and
                   wonder
                   at
                   my
                   Masters
                   cost
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   sit
                   down
                   sighing
                   ,
                   when
                   I
                   think
                   all
                   lost
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Suppose
                   it
                   true
                   ,
                   that
                   little
                   fruit
                   is
                   found
                
                 
                   Upon
                   thy
                   branches
                   ;
                   thou
                   dost
                   not
                   abound
                
                 
                   In
                   service
                   ;
                   though
                   thy
                   reck'ning-day
                   doth
                   haste
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   days
                   for
                   working
                   do
                   run
                   out
                   to
                   waste
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   best
                   of
                   servants
                   oft
                   have
                   cause
                   to
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   not
                   done
                   a
                   days-work
                   in
                   a
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   what
                   's
                   thy
                   duty
                   now
                   ?
                   sure
                   not
                   to
                   throw
                
                 
                   All
                   hope
                   away
                   ,
                   and
                   utterly
                   undo
                
                 
                   Thy
                   precious
                   high-born
                   soul
                   by
                   black
                   despair
                   ;
                
                 
                   Rather
                   mend
                   former
                   faults
                   by
                   future
                   care
                   .
                
                 
                   Is
                   one
                   day
                   gone
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   its
                   work
                   not
                   done
                   ?
                
                 
                   Then
                   if
                   thou
                   canst
                   ,
                   do
                   two
                   days
                   work
                   in
                   one
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   having
                   been
                   too
                   too
                   remiss
                   before
                   ,
                
                 
                   Double
                   thy
                   diligence
                   ,
                   and
                   strive
                   the
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Didst
                   sleep
                   away
                   thy
                   golden
                   morning
                   hours
                   ?
                
                 
                   Then
                   in
                   the
                   afternoon
                   call
                   up
                   the
                   pow'rs
                
                 
                   Of
                   soul
                   and
                   body
                   ,
                   working
                   each
                   amain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   leaving
                   till
                   thy
                   losses
                   thou
                   regain
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   doth
                   become
                   a
                   Christian
                   ,
                   not
                   to
                   sit
                
                 
                   Doubting
                   and
                   drooping
                   only
                   in
                   a
                   sit
                
                 
                   Of
                   Melancholy
                   ,
                   which
                   his
                   comfort
                   kills
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   him
                   with
                   spiritual
                   distempers
                   fills
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   is
                   't
                   a
                   just
                   charge
                   which
                   thou
                   dost
                   put
                   in
                
                 
                   Against
                   thy self
                   ,
                   poor
                   soul
                   !
                   O
                   do
                   not
                   sin
                
                 
                   In
                   false-accusing
                   ;
                   act
                   not
                   Satan's
                   part
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   him
                   all
                   the
                   sport
                   ,
                   thy self
                   the
                   smart
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Let
                   the
                   best
                   laden
                   branches
                   hang
                   the
                   head
                   .
                
                 
                   Be
                   thankful
                   for
                   some
                   fruit
                   ,
                   the
                   tree's
                   not
                   dead
                
                 
                   That
                   hath
                   one
                   cluster
                   .
                   Though
                   more
                   would
                   do
                   well
                   ,
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   that
                   one
                   thou
                   mal'st
                   a
                   blessing
                   spell
                   .
                
                 
                   Acknowledg
                   what
                   thy
                   God
                   to
                   thee
                   hath
                   been
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   overlook
                   not
                   thy
                   returns
                   to
                   him
                   .
                
                 
                   Thankfully
                   own
                   receipts
                   of
                   Grace
                   ;
                   withall
                
                 
                   Do
                   not
                   disown
                   thy
                   gracious
                   acts
                   ,
                   though
                   small
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   's
                   no
                   day
                   thou
                   dost
                   all
                   thy
                   work
                   ;
                   but
                   pray
                
                 
                   Dost
                   not
                   do
                   something
                   for
                   God
                   ev'ry
                   day
                   ?
                
                 
                   Canst
                   thou
                   pass
                   one
                   without
                   an
                   holy
                   thought
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thankful
                   mindfulness
                   of
                   him
                   that
                   brought
                
                 
                   Thee
                   up
                   from
                   th'
                   womb
                   ?
                   canst
                   for
                   the
                   world
                   be
                   free
                
                 
                   Without
                   some
                   intercourse
                   'twixt
                   God
                   &
                   thee
                   ?
                
                 
                   Tell
                   me
                   the
                   truth
                   ;
                   where
                   hast
                   bestow'd
                   thy
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unless
                   upon
                   thy
                   dearest
                   friends
                   above
                   ?
                
                 
                   Whom
                   dost
                   desire
                   ?
                   whose
                   absence
                   dost
                   bemoan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   that
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   who
                   is
                   thine
                   only
                   one
                   ?
                
                 
                   In
                   Ordinances
                   thou
                   dost
                   most
                   delight
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   would'st
                   do
                   all
                   thy
                   duties
                   with
                   thy
                   might
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   springs
                   a
                   sigh
                   ,
                   then
                   drops
                   a
                   pearly
                   tear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Here
                   's
                   grief
                   for
                   sin
                   ,
                   longings
                   for
                   God
                   be
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   Call
                   this
                   good
                   fruit
                   ;
                   thou
                   hast
                   not
                   barren
                   been
                   ,
                
                 
                   Something
                   thou
                   findest
                   ,
                   more
                   remains
                   unseen
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   Saints
                   do
                   not
                   improve
                   alike
                   ;
                   some
                   yield
                
                 
                   A
                   larger
                   crop
                   than
                   others
                   .
                   Every
                   field
                
                 
                   Bears
                   not
                   an
                   equal
                   burden
                   .
                   Some
                   Saints
                   prove
                
                 
                   More
                   fertile
                   than
                   their
                   Brethren
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   love
                
                 
                   Being
                   stronger
                   is
                   more
                   active
                   ;
                   ne'rtheless
                
                 
                   Not
                   one
                   doth
                   know
                   a
                   total
                   barrenness
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Father
                   purgeth
                   every
                   branch
                   that
                   is
                
                 
                   Truly
                   in
                   Jesus
                   ,
                   so
                   that
                   none
                   doth
                   miss
                
                 
                   Wholly
                   of
                   bearing
                   .
                   And
                   if
                   now
                   small
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   holy
                   fruit
                   ,
                   there
                   may
                   next
                   year
                   be
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Besides
                   thou
                   readest
                   ,
                   Christians
                   life
                   is
                   hid
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   are
                   their
                   vital
                   acts
                   sometimes
                   .
                   Who
                   did
                
                 
                   Discover
                   ought
                   in
                   David
                   ,
                   while
                   the
                   fall
                
                 
                   Of
                   leaf
                   was
                   on
                   him
                   :
                   ah
                   !
                   how
                   sadly
                   all
                
                 
                   His
                   graces
                   lay
                   for
                   dead
                   !
                   the
                   sap
                   in
                   's
                   root
                
                 
                   Yet
                   rose
                   again
                   ,
                   and
                   brought
                   forth
                   precious
                   fruit
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Be
                   not
                   discourag'd
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                   not
                   despise
                
                 
                   A
                   day
                   of
                   small
                   things
                   .
                   In
                   his
                   gracious
                   eyes
                
                 
                   Blossoms
                   are
                   acceptable
                   ;
                   if
                   there
                   be
                
                 
                   One
                   little
                   cluster
                   ,
                   Oh!
                   how
                   sweetly
                   he
                
                 
                   Doth
                   smile
                   upon
                   it
                   !
                   't
                   is
                   his
                   holy
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   should
                   not
                   be
                   destroyed
                   ,
                   because
                   still
                
                 
                   There
                   is
                   a
                   blessing
                   in
                   it
                   .
                   If
                   God
                   do
                
                 
                   Own
                   poor
                   beginnings
                   ,
                   see
                   thou
                   own
                   them
                   too
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 8.
                 
                 From
                 want
                 of
                 Growth
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   Where
                   grace
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   it
                   thrives
                   .
                   The
                   rising
                   Sun
                
                 
                   Doth
                   with
                   a
                   swift
                   incessant
                   motion
                   run
                   ,
                
                 
                   Until
                   he
                   reacheth
                   the
                   Meridian
                   .
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   the
                   tender
                   Infant
                   is
                   a
                   man.
                
                 
                   Thus
                   't
                   is
                   in
                   nature
                   ,
                   thus
                   in
                   grace
                   ;
                   the
                   way
                
                 
                   of
                   just
                   men
                   shineth
                   to
                   the
                   perfect
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   At
                   first
                   they
                   live
                   ,
                   after
                   they
                   lively
                   grow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Add
                   grace
                   to
                   grace
                   till
                   they
                   a
                   fulness
                   know
                   .
                
                 
                   From
                   strength
                   to
                   strength
                   they
                   do
                   advance
                   ,
                   until
                
                 
                   They
                   before
                   God
                   appear
                   in
                   Zion-hill
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   flourish
                   in
                   his
                   holy
                   Courts
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                
                 
                   Improve
                   in
                   youth
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   their
                   old
                   age
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   outward
                   man
                   is
                   subject
                   to
                   decay
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   th'
                   inward
                   man's
                   renewed
                   day
                   by
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   should
                   it
                   be
                   with
                   me
                   ,
                   who
                   sit
                   and
                   feed
                
                 
                   At
                   a
                   full
                   table
                   ,
                   where
                   I
                   nothing
                   need
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   though
                   I
                   keep
                   my
                   meals
                   ,
                   and
                   eat
                   my
                   fill
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   's
                   cause
                   to
                   cry
                   ,
                   Ah
                   Lord
                   ,
                   my
                   leanness
                   still
                   !
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   the
                   Sun-shine
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   fat'ning
                   rain
                
                 
                   Of
                   Gospel-Doctrine
                   ,
                   but
                   yet
                   nothing
                   gain
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   suck
                   the
                   flowers
                   of
                   truth
                   ,
                   thereby
                   to
                   thrive
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   carry
                   little
                   honey
                   to
                   my
                   Hive
                   .
                
                 
                   Others
                   began
                   since
                   me
                   with
                   Heaven
                   to
                   trade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Better
                   advantage
                   yet
                   by
                   far
                   have
                   made
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   my
                   spiritual
                   strength
                   or
                   stock
                   do
                   trie
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   at
                   first
                   weakness
                   and
                   wants
                   espie
                   .
                
                 
                   Look
                   what
                   an
                   one
                   I
                   was
                   sometime
                   ago
                   ,
                
                 
                   Just
                   such
                   I
                   am
                   ;
                   my
                   Stature's
                   very
                   low
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   hand
                   of
                   faith
                   yet
                   trembles
                   ,
                   and
                   mine
                   eye
                
                 
                   Sees
                   very
                   dim
                   ,
                   the
                   Gospel
                   mysterie
                
                 
                   I
                   can
                   scarce
                   peep
                   into
                   ;
                   my
                   love
                   is
                   chill
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   patience
                   hardly
                   brooketh
                   any
                   ill
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   zeal
                   for
                   God
                   is
                   cold
                   .
                   Flat
                   my
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   heart
                   is
                   ice
                   ,
                   which
                   should
                   be
                   all
                   on
                   fire
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   it
                   was
                   formerly
                   ,
                   thus
                   it
                   is
                   now
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   but
                   what
                   I
                   was
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                   not
                   grow
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Which
                   want
                   of
                   progress
                   makes
                   me
                   sadly
                   fear
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   not
                   what
                   to
                   others
                   I
                   appear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   not
                   always
                   safe
                   from
                   present
                   sense
                
                 
                   To
                   judg
                   of
                   thy
                   condition
                   ,
                   for
                   from
                   hence
                
                 
                   Thousands
                   upon
                   mistakes
                   have
                   fill'd
                   with
                   fears
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cast
                   away
                   those
                   comforts
                   which
                   were
                   theirs
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   dost
                   deny
                   thy
                   growth
                   in
                   grace
                   ;
                   dost
                   know
                
                 
                   For
                   certain
                   thine
                   estate
                   some
                   years
                   ago
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   reflect
                   only
                   on
                   yesterday
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   a
                   month
                   since
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   plain
                   ,
                   thy
                   progress
                   may
                
                 
                   Be
                   wholly
                   undiscern'd
                   ;
                   look
                   further
                   back
                   ,
                
                 
                   Look
                   curiously
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   what
                   thou
                   dost
                   lack
                
                 
                   For
                   evidence
                   of
                   growth
                   ,
                   thou
                   mai'st
                   discover
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whereby
                   the
                   present
                   trouble
                   will
                   go
                   over
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   dost
                   not
                   see
                   the
                   motion
                   of
                   the
                   Sun
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   in
                   a
                   day
                   thousands
                   of
                   miles
                   he
                   run
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   childrens
                   growth
                   ,
                   thy
                   plants
                   increase
                   may
                   be
                
                 
                   Hid
                   for
                   a
                   time
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   perceiv'd
                   by
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   Bread
                   daily
                   thou
                   dost
                   eat
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   assoon
                
                 
                   As
                   dinner
                   's
                   past
                   ,
                   know'st
                   not
                   what
                   good
                   is
                   done
                   .
                
                 
                   Thereby
                   thou
                   nourisht
                   art
                   ,
                   and
                   strength
                   hast
                   got
                   ,
                
                 
                   Although
                   immediately
                   thou
                   feel'st
                   it
                   not
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Tradesman
                   doth
                   his
                   Calling
                   follow
                   hard
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   cannot
                   tell
                   his
                   gain
                   till
                   afterward
                   .
                
                 
                   Wares
                   he
                   buys
                   in
                   ,
                   and
                   sells
                   them
                   out
                   again
                   ,
                
                 
                   Others
                   he
                   doth
                   supply
                   ,
                   himself
                   maintain
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   scarce
                   can
                   tell
                   whether
                   he
                   get
                   or
                   waste
                   ,
                
                 
                   Until
                   at
                   the
                   years
                   end
                   he
                   comes
                   to
                   cast
                
                 
                 
                   His
                   shop-books
                   up
                   ;
                   which
                   being
                   done
                   ,
                   he
                   can
                
                 
                   Make
                   it
                   appear
                   ,
                   he
                   is
                   a
                   better
                   man
                
                 
                   Than
                   last
                   year
                   left
                   him
                   .
                   He
                   with
                   joy
                   hath
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   's
                   added
                   to
                   his
                   weight
                   an
                   hundred
                   pound
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   if
                   thou
                   wilt
                   consider
                   what
                   thou
                   wast
                
                 
                   In
                   spiritual
                   strength
                   and
                   stature
                   some
                   years
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou't
                   find
                   the
                   babe
                   in
                   Christ
                   is
                   grown
                   a
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   thy
                   graces
                   great
                   addition
                   .
                
                 
                   Only
                   consider
                   wisely
                   ,
                   and
                   compare
                
                 
                   With
                   faithfulness
                   things
                   past
                   ,
                   with
                   things
                   that
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   thy
                   attainments
                   do
                   thou
                   not
                   deny
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   thou
                   hast
                   not
                   all
                   that
                   's
                   in
                   thine
                   eye
                   .
                
                 
                   Besides
                   in
                   nature
                   are
                   more
                   ways
                   than
                   one
                
                 
                   Of
                   growing
                   and
                   increase
                   .
                   For
                   when
                   the
                   Sun
                
                 
                   Makes
                   his
                   approach
                   in
                   Spring
                   ,
                   the
                   plants
                   do
                   shoot
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   flourish
                   upward
                   ,
                   then
                   again
                   their
                   root
                
                 
                   On
                   his
                   withdrawing
                   from
                   them
                   ,
                   spreads
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                
                 
                   Now
                   upward
                   and
                   anon
                   downward
                   they
                   grow
                   .
                
                 
                   Both
                   growths
                   in
                   season
                   are
                   ,
                   both
                   needful
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   graceth
                   ,
                   t'
                   other
                   stablishes
                   the
                   tree
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   the
                   Christian
                   ;
                   sometimes
                   Faith
                   improves
                
                 
                   And
                   makes
                   advance
                   ;
                   then
                   the
                   next
                   turn
                   is
                   Loves
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   riseth
                   to
                   a
                   flame
                   ,
                   from
                   whence
                   there
                   springs
                
                 
                   Raptures
                   of
                   joy
                   .
                   The
                   soul
                   then
                   sits
                   and
                   sings
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   table
                   now
                   is
                   spread
                   ,
                   the
                   cup
                   runs
                   o're
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   it
                   doth
                   delight
                   ,
                   and
                   God
                   adore
                   ;
                
                 
                   Of
                   him
                   it
                   makes
                   its
                   boast
                   ;
                   th'
                   affections
                
                 
                   To
                   Christ
                   wax
                   vehement
                   ;
                   injections
                
                 
                   From
                   Satan
                   cool
                   ,
                   the
                   Lion
                   doth
                   not
                   roar
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   evidences
                   are
                   clearer
                   and
                   more
                
                 
                 
                   For
                   present
                   grace
                   ,
                   and
                   everlasting
                   bliss
                   .
                
                 
                   Most
                   easie
                   't
                   is
                   to
                   see
                   such
                   growth
                   as
                   this
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   's
                   not
                   thus
                   with
                   thee
                   ;
                   well
                   ,
                   don't
                   despair
                   ,
                
                 
                   Improvement
                   now
                   may
                   be
                   some
                   other
                   where
                   .
                
                 
                   Ricketty
                   growth
                   doth
                   never
                   please
                   a
                   mother
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   'd
                   see
                   it
                   in
                   all
                   parts
                   ,
                   both
                   one
                   and
                   other
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   would
                   Christ
                   ,
                   who
                   to
                   his
                   holy
                   race
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   his
                   fulness
                   giveth
                   grace
                   for
                   grace
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   influenceth
                   each
                   with
                   dews
                   and
                   raies
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   so
                   his
                   people
                   may
                   be
                   to
                   his
                   praise
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   this
                   he
                   doth
                   not
                   all
                   at
                   once
                   ,
                   but
                   yet
                
                 
                   He
                   doth
                   it
                   as
                   in
                   wisdom
                   he
                   sees
                   fit
                   .
                
                 
                   Search
                   then
                   ,
                   yea
                   dig
                   ,
                   dig
                   deep
                   ,
                   so
                   mai'st
                   thou
                   find
                
                 
                   Those
                   hidden
                   treasures
                   that
                   will
                   please
                   thy
                   mind
                   ▪
                
                 
                   In
                   barren
                   places
                   oft
                   rich
                   Mines
                   are
                   found
                   ;
                
                 
                   Gods
                   workings
                   are
                   not
                   seldom
                   under
                   ground
                   .
                
                 
                   Perhaps
                   thou
                   dost
                   not
                   seast
                   it
                   with
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   dost
                   not
                   feel
                   a
                   craving
                   appetite
                   ?
                
                 
                   Thou
                   wants
                   assurance
                   of
                   thy
                   Father's
                   heart
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   thou
                   for
                   this
                   humbler
                   in
                   spirit
                   art
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   at
                   the
                   spring
                   of
                   comforts
                   dost
                   not
                   lie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   now
                   thou
                   canst
                   for
                   Christ
                   thy self
                   deny
                   .
                
                 
                   Once
                   thy
                   affections
                   were
                   fonder
                   far
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   at
                   this
                   day
                   they
                   more
                   judicious
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   sin
                   thou
                   weep'st
                   not
                   ,
                   as
                   thou
                   could'st
                   before
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   thou
                   seest
                   it
                   worse
                   ,
                   and
                   hat'st
                   it
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   to
                   more
                   spiritual
                   knowledg
                   hast
                   attain'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Much
                   in
                   experiences
                   thou
                   hast
                   gain'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Art
                   lower
                   now
                   than
                   e're
                   in
                   thine
                   own
                   eyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Canst
                   worldly
                   Vanities
                   much
                   more
                   despise
                
                 
                 
                   Than
                   in
                   thy
                   younger
                   time
                   .
                   Bless
                   God
                   for
                   this
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   that
                   grows
                   thus
                   ,
                   shall
                   never
                   do
                   amiss
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 9.
                 
                 From
                 wandring
                 Thoughts
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   Another
                   vexing
                   thorn
                   and
                   pricking
                   briar
                
                 
                   Is
                   ,
                   that
                   my
                   fluttering
                   mind
                   can
                   mount
                   no
                   higher
                
                 
                   In
                   holy
                   duties
                   .
                   When
                   I
                   up
                   would
                   flie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   earth
                   my
                   heart
                   doth
                   groveling
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   sometimes
                   it
                   be
                   upon
                   the
                   wing
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   not
                   stay
                   above
                   ;
                   but
                   every
                   thing
                
                 
                   Allures
                   it
                   down
                   again
                   .
                   Trifles
                   divert
                
                 
                   This
                   foolish
                   ,
                   worldly
                   ,
                   and
                   unstable
                   heart
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   draw
                   it
                   from
                   Gods
                   service
                   ,
                   when
                   I
                   'd
                   fain
                
                 
                   Keep
                   close
                   to
                   him
                   .
                   There
                   is
                   cause
                   to
                   complain
                   ;
                
                 
                   Evil
                   is
                   present
                   with
                   me
                   when
                   I
                   wou'd
                
                 
                   Walk
                   with
                   my
                   Father
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                   what
                   is
                   good
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   reason
                   tells
                   me
                   ,
                   One
                   present
                   with
                   God
                
                 
                   Seeing
                   his
                   Scepter
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   Iron-rod
                   ;
                
                 
                   One
                   that
                   such
                   mercies
                   hath
                   humbly
                   to
                   crave
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   that
                   God
                   pardon
                   would
                   ,
                   accept
                   and
                   save
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   that
                   '
                   doth
                   see
                   the
                   sinfulness
                   of
                   sin
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   doth
                   desire
                   to
                   conquer
                   all
                   within
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   that
                   doth
                   know
                   the
                   plague
                   of
                   his
                   own
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   been
                   made
                   to
                   feel
                   its
                   dreadful
                   smart
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   that
                   hath
                   looked
                   down
                   into
                   the
                   deep
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fears
                   his
                   own
                   damnation
                   doth
                   not
                   sleep
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   that
                   for
                   life
                   prays
                   ,
                   and
                   coelestial
                   pleasure
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   endless
                   glory
                   ,
                   should
                   not
                   be
                   at
                   leisure
                
                 
                 
                   Any
                   divertisements
                   that
                   time
                   to
                   own
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   from
                   such
                   weighty
                   work
                   should
                   not
                   come
                   down
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   my
                   inconstant
                   spirit
                   's
                   drawn
                   aside
                
                 
                   By
                   every
                   fawning
                   trifle
                   ;
                   can't
                   abide
                
                 
                   To
                   stick
                   to
                   serious
                   work
                   ,
                   or
                   dwell
                   upon
                
                 
                   Its
                   own
                   concerns
                   by
                   meditation
                   .
                
                 
                   Though
                   to
                   a
                   boiling
                   heat
                   my
                   heart
                   be
                   wrought
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   even
                   then
                   many
                   an
                   idle
                   thought
                
                 
                   Will
                   bubble
                   up
                   :
                   In
                   midst
                   of
                   fervent
                   cries
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   filthy
                   and
                   most
                   lothsome
                   scum
                   doth
                   rise
                   .
                
                 
                   Methinks
                   ,
                   when
                   I
                   most
                   gladly
                   do
                   repair
                
                 
                   To
                   hear
                   Gods
                   Word
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   pleasant
                   to
                   be
                   there
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   duty
                   's
                   my
                   delight
                   ,
                   fain
                   would
                   I
                   sit
                
                 
                   A
                   daily
                   Learner
                   at
                   my
                   Saviour's
                   feet
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   earthly
                   business
                   I
                   lay
                   by
                   ,
                   and
                   go
                
                 
                   Where
                   I
                   may
                   know
                   him
                   whom
                   't
                   is
                   life
                   to
                   know
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   while
                   my
                   greedy
                   ear
                   to
                   him
                   I
                   bow
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   heart
                   is
                   stoln
                   away
                   I
                   know
                   not
                   how
                   ,
                
                 
                   Carri'd
                   I
                   know
                   not
                   where
                   ,
                   but
                   moan
                   my
                   cross
                
                 
                   In
                   fullest
                   chase
                   to
                   find
                   my self
                   at
                   loss
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   when
                   in
                   sense
                   of
                   sin
                   or
                   want
                   I
                   pray
                
                 
                   And
                   put
                   up
                   my
                   petitions
                   ,
                   I
                   lay
                
                 
                   Strict
                   charge
                   upon
                   my
                   soul
                   to
                   go
                   along
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   affections
                   to
                   back
                   my
                   tongue
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   temptation
                   comes
                   ,
                   and
                   knocks
                   at
                   dore
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   my
                   fickle
                   heart
                   will
                   pray
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Up
                   then
                   it
                   gets
                   ,
                   and
                   strait
                   away
                   doth
                   run
                   ,
                
                 
                   Its
                   heat
                   is
                   spent
                   before
                   my
                   suit
                   is
                   done
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   ground
                   is
                   there
                   for
                   hope
                   I
                   prosper
                   may
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   frequently
                   in
                   prayer
                   I
                   don't
                   pray
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   I
                   greatly
                   fear
                   ,
                   my
                   heart
                   from
                   wickedness
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   yet
                   washt
                   ,
                   since
                   vanities
                   do
                   press
                
                 
                   Continually
                   into
                   't
                   ,
                   and
                   quickly
                   find
                
                 
                   Most
                   ready
                   welcome
                   with
                   my
                   vainer
                   mind
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Christian
                   ,
                   this
                   ev'n
                   thy
                   soul-distempers
                   speaks
                   ;
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   sure
                   ,
                   thy
                   heart
                   hath
                   too
                   too
                   many
                   leaks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   sacred
                   things
                   let
                   out
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   let
                   in
                
                 
                   Satans
                   suggestions
                   ,
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   and
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   is
                   not
                   as
                   it
                   should
                   be
                   ,
                   in
                   this
                   life
                
                 
                   Grace
                   will
                   imperfect
                   be
                   ,
                   corruptions
                   rise
                   .
                
                 
                   Mourn
                   therefore
                   that
                   this
                   Cabinet
                   of
                   thine
                
                 
                   Framed
                   by
                   Gods
                   own
                   hand
                   for
                   things
                   divine
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   be
                   fill'd
                   with
                   Christ
                   and
                   Grace
                   should
                   be
                
                 
                   Thus
                   stufft
                   with
                   dross
                   ,
                   and
                   dung
                   ,
                   and
                   vanitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   souls
                   our
                   glory
                   are
                   ,
                   on
                   purpose
                   made
                
                 
                   To
                   carry
                   on
                   a
                   never
                   ceasing
                   trade
                
                 
                   With
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   and
                   upon
                   their
                   God
                   attend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   Angels
                   in
                   his
                   presence
                   without
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   Grieve
                   then
                   that
                   thine
                   thus
                   should
                   the
                   Lacquey
                   play
                
                 
                   On
                   every
                   toy
                   that
                   summons
                   it
                   away
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   mourning
                   upon
                   wanderings
                   attend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sadly
                   bewail
                   what
                   yet
                   thou
                   canst
                   not
                   mend
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   be
                   not
                   out
                   of
                   heart
                   ,
                   these
                   spots
                   are
                   seen
                
                 
                   On
                   Gods
                   own
                   children
                   ,
                   that
                   have
                   washed
                   been
                
                 
                   In
                   Christs
                   most
                   precious
                   blood
                   .
                   All
                   of
                   them
                   do
                
                 
                   Hate
                   wandring
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   they
                   have
                   them
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   That
                   soul
                   which
                   upon
                   Christ
                   is
                   fixt
                   in
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   in
                   its
                   duties
                   often
                   fluttering
                   prove
                   .
                
                 
                   Wandrings
                   either
                   from
                   carelesness
                   procede
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   unto
                   them
                   meer
                   weakness
                   doth
                   thee
                   lead
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   carelesness
                   be
                   cause
                   of
                   them
                   ,
                   thy
                   God
                
                 
                   Will
                   visit
                   for
                   them
                   with
                   a
                   smarting
                   rod.
                
                 
                   If
                   they
                   arise
                   only
                   from
                   weakness
                   ,
                   he
                
                 
                   Will
                   never
                   charge
                   those
                   failings
                   upon
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   a
                   Father
                   ,
                   with
                   loves
                   mantle
                   can
                
                 
                   Hide
                   multitudes
                   of
                   such
                   in
                   humbled
                   man.
                
                 
                   The
                   child
                   is
                   troubled
                   with
                   a
                   Palsie
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   Cannot
                   hold
                   fast
                   what
                   he
                   hath
                   in
                   his
                   hand
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   Father
                   is
                   not
                   angry
                   with
                   him
                   sure
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   first
                   him
                   pities
                   ,
                   then
                   looks
                   out
                   for
                   cure
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   is
                   a
                   Father
                   too
                   ,
                   none
                   such
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                
                 
                   Accepteth
                   what
                   thou
                   dost
                   with
                   weakness
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                   Know
                   further
                   ,
                   this
                   is
                   not
                   thy
                   case
                   alone
                   ,
                
                 
                   On
                   this
                   side
                   Heaven
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   Saints
                   there
                   's
                   none
                
                 
                   But
                   will
                   with
                   sadness
                   say
                   ,
                   Just
                   so
                   am
                   I
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   burden
                   under
                   which
                   I
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   mount
                   upward
                   unto
                   God
                   ,
                   they
                   feel
                
                 
                   Their
                   weaker
                   minds
                   all
                   on
                   a
                   sudden
                   wheel
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   downward
                   rowl
                   again
                   .
                   Though
                   Heaven
                   be
                
                 
                   Their
                   Element
                   ,
                   place
                   of
                   felicitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   like
                   to
                   fishes
                   in
                   the
                   water
                   ,
                   they
                
                 
                   E're
                   and
                   anon
                   frisk
                   out
                   in
                   wanton
                   play
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   do
                   not
                   with
                   despair
                   thy self
                   bemoan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   case
                   is
                   sad
                   ,
                   but
                   not
                   thy
                   case
                   alone
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   that
                   be
                   thy
                   support
                   ,
                   in
                   misery
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   some
                   comfort
                   to
                   have
                   company
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Further
                   ,
                   I
                   know
                   ,
                   as
                   vanity
                   doth
                   mix
                
                 
                   With
                   thy
                   best
                   duties
                   ,
                   when
                   thou
                   wouldest
                   six
                
                 
                   Only
                   on
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   bid'st
                   all
                   things
                   be
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   thou
                   mai'st
                   please
                   thy self
                   with
                   him
                   alone
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   as
                   these
                   cheating
                   vanities
                   do
                   steal
                
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   thy
                   precious
                   time
                   ;
                   thy
                   soul
                   doth
                   feel
                
                 
                   (
                   In
                   midst
                   of
                   this
                   incroaching
                   worlds
                   affairs
                
                 
                   Which
                   fills
                   thy
                   mind
                   with
                   many
                   thoughts
                   and
                   cares
                   ,
                
                 
                   Secret
                   withdrawings
                   of
                   thine
                   heart
                   from
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   Holy
                   ascendings
                   at
                   thy
                   Father's
                   call
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   there
                   are
                   heavy
                   weights
                   that
                   do
                   depress
                
                 
                   And
                   bear
                   thee
                   down
                   in
                   solemn
                   services
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   there
                   's
                   a
                   mighty
                   principle
                   of
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   sweetly
                   carrieth
                   thy
                   soul
                   above
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   other
                   things
                   needs
                   would
                   it
                   here
                   detain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Upon
                   that
                   mighty
                   wing
                   it
                   flies
                   amain
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   't
                   is
                   fetter'd
                   with
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   what
                   smart
                
                 
                   Dost
                   feel
                   until
                   (
                   those
                   fetters
                   broke
                   )
                   thou
                   art
                
                 
                   Again
                   restor'd
                   to
                   spiritual
                   libertie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   made
                   for
                   holy
                   meditation
                   free
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   Satan
                   and
                   the
                   world
                   have
                   crouded
                   in
                
                 
                   To
                   Church
                   and
                   Closet
                   ,
                   cheer
                   up
                   ,
                   God
                   hath
                   been
                
                 
                   With
                   thee
                   in
                   house
                   and
                   street
                   .
                   This
                   wandring
                   heart
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   its
                   six
                   days
                   hath
                   carv'd
                   God
                   apart
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   in
                   thy
                   purest
                   manchet
                   there
                   is
                   leaven
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   in
                   thy
                   daily
                   bread
                   there
                   's
                   some
                   of
                   Heaven
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   since
                   ,
                   O
                   Soul
                   ▪
                   thy
                   stay
                   with
                   God
                   is
                   short
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   that
                   to
                   him
                   thou
                   frequently
                   resort
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Do
                   not
                   thy
                   thoughts
                   with
                   him
                   abide
                   ?
                   be
                   sure
                
                 
                   Long
                   absence
                   from
                   him
                   thou
                   do
                   not
                   endure
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   head
                   indeed
                   is
                   weak
                   ,
                   thy
                   grace
                   not
                   strong
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pray
                   therefore
                   oft
                   ,
                   because
                   thou
                   canst
                   not
                   long
                   .
                
                 
                   While
                   others
                   visit
                   once
                   ,
                   do
                   thou
                   go
                   twice
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thy
                   falls
                   are
                   frequent
                   ,
                   frequent
                   be
                   thy
                   rise
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   duties
                   interrupted
                   are
                   ,
                   this
                   do
                   ,
                
                 
                   Piece
                   duty
                   unto
                   duty
                   ,
                   mend
                   all
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   Since
                   all
                   thy
                   lambs
                   are
                   blemisht
                   ,
                   without
                   fail
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   thy
                   flock
                   offer
                   to
                   God
                   the
                   male
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   thy
                   thoughts
                   wiil
                   from
                   thee
                   often
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   sure
                   in
                   all
                   thy
                   work
                   there
                   be
                   thy
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   know
                   ,
                   this
                   weakness
                   shall
                   be
                   cur'd
                   ,
                   God
                   will
                
                 
                   Give
                   thee
                   of
                   fellowship
                   with
                   him
                   thy
                   fill
                
                 
                   When
                   once
                   thou
                   com'st
                   to
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                
                 
                   Fixed
                   upon
                   him
                   to
                   eternitie
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   that
                   is
                   thy
                   desire
                   and
                   thy
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Shall
                   minded
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   serv'd
                   with
                   all
                   thy
                   might
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   thoughts
                   and
                   thy
                   affections
                   shall
                   come
                
                 
                   And
                   dwell
                   on
                   him
                   their
                   everlasting
                   home
                   .
                
                 
                   Thine
                   enemies
                   shall
                   all
                   away
                   be
                   flown
                   ,
                
                 
                   Temptation
                   there
                   sha'nt
                   be
                   ,
                   corruption
                   none
                   .
                
                 
                   Thine
                   heart
                   shall
                   then
                   be
                   rais'd
                   ,
                   and
                   no
                   more
                   fall
                
                 
                   To
                   earth
                   or
                   sin
                   ,
                   God
                   shall
                   be
                   all
                   in
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   Grieve
                   not
                   too
                   much
                   ,
                   though
                   here
                   thou
                   wander
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   not
                   wander
                   ,
                   when
                   up
                   Zion-hill
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Doubt
                 10.
                 
                 From
                 fear
                 of
                 Apostacy
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   know
                   if
                   I
                   were
                   there
                   ,
                   I
                   soon
                   should
                   be
                
                 
                   Eas'd
                   of
                   these
                   loads
                   ,
                   and
                   from
                   corruption
                   free
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   Devil
                   's
                   there
                   to
                   tempt
                   ,
                   sin
                   to
                   perplex
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   clog
                   to
                   hinder
                   ,
                   Canaanite
                   to
                   vex
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   is
                   serene
                   and
                   pleasant
                   ,
                   all
                   delight
                   ;
                
                 
                   Withdrawings
                   there
                   are
                   none
                   ,
                   no
                   clouds
                   ,
                   no
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   sights
                   of
                   God
                   are
                   clear
                   ,
                   communion
                   sure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Uninterrupted
                   ,
                   always
                   to
                   endure
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   uncertain
                   am
                   ,
                   and
                   sadly
                   fear
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   shall
                   my
                   labour
                   lose
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   come
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   Heaven
                   I
                   mind
                   for
                   Gods
                   sake
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   the
                   scope
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   mine
                   actions
                   ,
                   yet
                   I
                   dare
                   not
                   hope
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   to
                   reach
                   it
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   I
                   may
                   fall
                   short
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   be
                   the
                   Angels
                   scorn
                   ,
                   and
                   Devils
                   sport
                   .
                
                 
                   Experience
                   tells
                   me
                   ,
                   if
                   at
                   any
                   time
                
                 
                   I
                   plead
                   a
                   title
                   ,
                   and
                   call
                   glory
                   mine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strait
                   I
                   receive
                   a
                   check
                   ,
                   because
                   it
                   is
                
                 
                   So
                   difficult
                   to
                   get
                   ,
                   easie
                   to
                   miss
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   indeed
                   been
                   walking
                   in
                   the
                   way
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   thither
                   leads
                   ,
                   some
                   steps
                   I
                   take
                   each
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   for
                   salvation
                   pray
                   ,
                   and
                   wrestling
                   groan
                   ,
                
                 
                   Resolved
                   not
                   to
                   let
                   my
                   God
                   alone
                
                 
                   Until
                   he
                   bless
                   me
                   .
                   Prayer
                   is
                   the
                   thing
                
                 
                   That
                   to
                   me
                   doth
                   my
                   sweetest
                   comforts
                   bring
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Church
                   I
                   go
                   ,
                   the
                   Word
                   I
                   hear
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   't
                   is
                   Gods
                   Word
                   ,
                   with
                   reverence
                   and
                   fear
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   daily
                   stand
                   upon
                   my
                   guard
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                
                 
                   Watch
                   against
                   sin
                   ,
                   as
                   my
                   most
                   mortal
                   foe
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   put
                   on
                   all
                   my
                   armour
                   ,
                   and
                   maintain
                
                 
                   A
                   constant
                   war
                   with
                   all
                   ,
                   thereby
                   to
                   gain
                
                 
                   The
                   victory
                   at
                   length
                   over
                   each
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sit
                   triumphant
                   on
                   my
                   Saviour's
                   throne
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   labour
                   with
                   my
                   might
                   ,
                   if
                   so
                   I
                   may
                
                 
                   Commended
                   be
                   by
                   God
                   another
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   make
                   what
                   haste
                   I
                   can
                   ,
                   that
                   so
                   I
                   might
                
                 
                   Reach
                   safely
                   to
                   my
                   Father's
                   house
                   by
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   means
                   I
                   have
                   got
                   near
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   From
                   Pisgah
                   can
                   look
                   to
                   the
                   holy
                   land
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   what
                   of
                   this
                   ?
                   many
                   an
                   one
                   hath
                   lost
                
                 
                   All
                   his
                   profession
                   ,
                   his
                   pains
                   and
                   cost
                   .
                
                 
                   Not
                   only
                   buds
                   are
                   nipt
                   ,
                   which
                   tender
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   lovely
                   blossoms
                   ,
                   which
                   did
                   promise
                   fair
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   blasted
                   with
                   the
                   cold
                   and
                   winds
                   .
                   Nay
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   Oft
                   have
                   I
                   seen
                   the
                   earth
                   thick
                   sown
                   with
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   fruit
                   near
                   ripe
                   ,
                   which
                   in
                   a
                   Summers
                   morn
                
                 
                   A
                   furious
                   tempest
                   hath
                   blown
                   down
                   with
                   scorn
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   a
                   stately
                   Ship
                   ,
                   the
                   owners
                   pride
                   ,
                
                 
                   Backt
                   at
                   its
                   setting
                   forth
                   with
                   wind
                   and
                   tide
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hath
                   swiftly
                   plow'd
                   the
                   Main
                   ,
                   and
                   safely
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   Trading
                   from
                   Port
                   to
                   Port
                   ,
                   until
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   return
                   rich
                   fraught
                   ,
                   and
                   every
                   one
                
                 
                   Sweetly
                   discourseth
                   of
                   his
                   long'd
                   for
                   home
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Wife
                   ,
                   and
                   Children
                   ,
                   with
                   his
                   Friends
                   ,
                   that
                   do
                
                 
                   Long
                   every
                   whit
                   as
                   much
                   to
                   see
                   him
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Mariners
                   conclude
                   their
                   danger
                   o're
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Merchants
                   smile
                   ,
                   &
                   dread
                   their
                   loss
                   no
                   more
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   near
                   the
                   Haven
                   it
                   is
                   cast
                   away
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   by
                   the
                   mighty
                   waters
                   made
                   a
                   prey
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   all
                   thought
                   with
                   success
                   their
                   labour
                   own'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Ship
                   is
                   sunk
                   ,
                   goods
                   lost
                   ,
                   and
                   Seamen
                   drown'd
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   many
                   in
                   Religion
                   thus
                   it
                   is
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   aim
                   at
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   but
                   of
                   Heaven
                   miss
                   .
                
                 
                   Their
                   lives
                   are
                   blameless
                   ,
                   &
                   their
                   hopes
                   are
                   high
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   when
                   their
                   days
                   are
                   done
                   ,
                   their
                   hopes
                   do
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   day
                   they
                   think
                   all
                   well
                   ;
                   but
                   on
                   the
                   morrow
                
                 
                   Death
                   summons
                   them
                   ,
                   &
                   down
                   they
                   lie
                   in
                   sorrow
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   did
                   the
                   foolish
                   Virgins
                   at
                   last
                   get
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Bridegrooms
                   chamber-door
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                
                 
                   No
                   entrance
                   could
                   obtain
                   .
                   This
                   was
                   their
                   doom
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   know
                   you
                   not
                   ,
                   depart
                   ,
                   here
                   is
                   no
                   room
                
                 
                   For
                   such
                   as
                   you
                   .
                   Pack
                   ,
                   pack
                   out
                   of
                   my
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   vessels
                   want
                   their
                   oil
                   ,
                   your
                   lamps
                   their
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   young
                   man
                   went
                   a
                   great
                   way
                   ,
                   and
                   got
                   near
                
                 
                   To
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   but
                   fell
                   short
                   ,
                   and
                   ne're
                   came
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   Admir'd
                   the
                   progress
                   ,
                   terrible
                   the
                   falls
                
                 
                   Have
                   been
                   of
                   some
                   professed
                   Saints
                   ,
                   which
                   calls
                
                 
                   Loudly
                   on
                   all
                   to
                   fear
                   ,
                   lest
                   in
                   the
                   close
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   their
                   labours
                   they
                   their
                   labour
                   lose
                   .
                
                 
                   Of
                   such
                   why
                   may
                   not
                   I
                   ,
                   poor
                   I
                   be
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   after
                   all
                   their
                   doings
                   are
                   undone
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   are
                   the
                   workings
                   of
                   mine
                   heart
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                
                 
                   Watch
                   daily
                   ,
                   ply
                   mine
                   oar
                   ,
                   and
                   tremble
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   made
                   fair
                   beginnings
                   ,
                   but
                   do
                   fear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   end
                   I
                   shall
                   not
                   persevere
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Some
                   weight
                   may
                   press
                   me
                   down
                   ,
                   some
                   sin
                   beset
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   ease
                   master
                   my
                   affections
                   ,
                   get
                
                 
                   A
                   conquest
                   over
                   me
                   ,
                   clap
                   on
                   its
                   chain
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   which
                   I
                   never
                   may
                   get
                   loose
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   yet
                   I
                   do
                   proceed
                   as
                   I
                   began
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   may
                   be
                   driven
                   back
                   by
                   fear
                   of
                   man.
                
                 
                   My
                   zeal
                   now
                   seemeth
                   hot
                   ,
                   but
                   cool
                   it
                   may
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   sight
                   of
                   Lions
                   in
                   the
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   shall
                   I
                   appear
                   ?
                   or
                   with
                   what
                   face
                
                 
                   Can
                   I
                   look
                   upon
                   God
                   ?
                   if
                   in
                   this
                   race
                
                 
                   I
                   tire
                   or
                   turn
                   my
                   back
                   ;
                   since
                   it
                   is
                   sure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Apostate
                   Christians
                   he
                   cannot
                   endure
                   .
                
                 
                   Better
                   it
                   had
                   been
                   never
                   to
                   have
                   known
                
                 
                   Pure
                   ways
                   of
                   righteousness
                   ,
                   than
                   to
                   disown
                
                 
                   And
                   leave
                   them
                   afterward
                   ;
                   none
                   sink
                   in
                   Hell
                
                 
                   Deeper
                   than
                   those
                   fall
                   from
                   a
                   Pinacle
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   from
                   thence
                   have
                   tumbled
                   ,
                   why
                   not
                   I
                   ?
                
                 
                   Whose
                   head
                   is
                   weak
                   ,
                   whose
                   standing
                   slipperie
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   every
                   foot
                   am
                   ready
                   to
                   turn
                   o're
                   ,
                
                 
                   Religion
                   to
                   throw
                   up
                   ,
                   and
                   do
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   footmen
                   weary
                   me
                   ,
                   what
                   shall
                   I
                   do
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   am
                   call'd
                   to
                   run
                   with
                   horsemen
                   too
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   in
                   a
                   land
                   of
                   peace
                   I
                   fainted
                   have
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   shall
                   I
                   live
                   on
                   Jordans
                   swelling
                   wave
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Apostacy
                   indeed
                   's
                   a
                   dreadful
                   evil
                   ,
                
                 
                   Transforming
                   man
                   into
                   an
                   ugly
                   Devil
                   .
                
                 
                   Blind
                   Turks
                   and
                   Heathens
                   jewels
                   are
                   ,
                   if
                   we
                
                 
                   Compare
                   them
                   with
                   those
                   that
                   Apostates
                   be
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Hells
                   first-born
                   these
                   are
                   ,
                   Satans
                   eldest
                   sons
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shall
                   receive
                   their
                   double
                   portions
                
                 
                   Of
                   plagues
                   and
                   miseries
                   ;
                   God
                   will
                   repay
                
                 
                   In
                   punishment
                   their
                   falshood
                   at
                   that
                   day
                
                 
                   Which
                   he
                   appointed
                   hath
                   ,
                   when
                   for
                   what
                   's
                   done
                
                 
                   By
                   men
                   ,
                   he
                   men
                   will
                   judg
                   by
                   Christ
                   his
                   Son.
                
                 
                   Oft
                   these
                   are
                   found
                   within
                   the
                   Churches
                   line
                   ;
                
                 
                   Oft
                   seeming
                   sheep
                   have
                   proved
                   sordid
                   swine
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   that
                   were
                   thought
                   furnisht
                   with
                   oil
                   enough
                
                 
                   To
                   feed
                   their
                   lamps
                   ,
                   have
                   ended
                   in
                   a
                   snuff
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   that
                   seem'd
                   orient
                   stars
                   of
                   light
                   do
                   fail
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   down
                   are
                   drag'd
                   by
                   th'
                   fiery
                   Dragons
                   tail
                   .
                
                 
                   Demas
                   forsook
                   that
                   Paul
                   he
                   followed
                   ;
                
                 
                   Shewing
                   thereby
                   ,
                   he
                   only
                   borrowed
                
                 
                   The
                   Christian
                   name
                   himself
                   a
                   while
                   to
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   done
                   ,
                   he
                   did
                   the
                   flattering
                   world
                   embrace
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   know
                   the
                   fruit
                   which
                   falls
                   ,
                   though
                   't
                   was
                   before
                
                 
                   Lovely
                   in
                   skin
                   ,
                   was
                   rotten
                   at
                   the
                   core
                   .
                
                 
                   Members
                   that
                   seem'd
                   alive
                   ,
                   and
                   now
                   are
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   Never
                   united
                   were
                   to
                   Christ
                   the
                   head
                   .
                
                 
                   Hangby's
                   they
                   were
                   ,
                   and
                   base
                   pretenders
                   ,
                   who
                
                 
                   Mystical
                   union
                   unto
                   Christ
                   ne'r
                   knew
                   .
                
                 
                   False
                   grace
                   is
                   always
                   failing
                   grace
                   ;
                   the
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   Instead
                   of
                   sailing
                   shall
                   still
                   more
                   abound
                   .
                
                 
                   Not
                   that
                   this
                   holy
                   firmness
                   doth
                   proceed
                
                 
                   Or
                   spring
                   from
                   natures
                   power
                   in
                   Abra'ms
                   seed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   from
                   the
                   grace
                   in
                   them
                   ,
                   that
                   's
                   but
                   a
                   creature
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   might
                   be
                   master'd
                   soon
                   ,
                   were
                   not
                   a
                   greater
                   rout
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   alsufficient
                   strength
                   by
                   God
                   put
                   out
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   doth
                   maintain
                   their
                   ground
                   ,
                   prevent
                   their
                
                 
                 
                   Even
                   Peters
                   faith
                   had
                   fail'd
                   ,
                   had
                   not
                   Christ
                   pray'd
                
                 
                   And
                   also
                   secretly
                   afforded
                   aid
                   .
                
                 
                   Saints
                   eminent
                   (
                   if
                   God
                   withdraw
                   his
                   hand
                
                 
                   For
                   one
                   poor
                   moment
                   from
                   them
                   )
                   cannot
                   stand
                   .
                
                 
                   Should
                   he
                   with-hold
                   his
                   influence
                   ,
                   they
                   die
                   ;
                
                 
                   Should
                   he
                   leave
                   them
                   ,
                   they
                   soon
                   would
                   him
                   deny
                   .
                
                 
                   Angels
                   themselves
                   would
                   fall
                   ,
                   but
                   that
                   they
                   be
                
                 
                   By
                   grace
                   confirm'd
                   in
                   their
                   felicitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Much
                   more
                   would
                   
                   Adam's
                   seed
                   ,
                   who
                   have
                   within
                
                 
                   Back-sliding
                   principles
                   ,
                   and
                   seeds
                   of
                   sin
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   soon
                   would
                   God
                   forsake
                   ,
                   and
                   soon
                   undo
                
                 
                   The
                   Cov'nant
                   made
                   to
                   love
                   and
                   serve
                   him
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   root
                   they
                   do
                   not
                   bear
                   ,
                   the
                   root
                   bears
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   both
                   holy
                   Saints
                   ,
                   and
                   sinning
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   Undone
                   thou
                   soon
                   wouldst
                   be
                   ,
                   if
                   God
                   should
                   take
                
                 
                   Away
                   his
                   Spirit
                   ,
                   and
                   thy
                   soul
                   forsake
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   thine
                   own
                   strength
                   ,
                   O
                   man
                   ,
                   thou
                   dost
                   not
                   stand
                
                 
                   But
                   thy
                   dear
                   Father
                   is
                   at
                   thy
                   right
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Holding
                   thee
                   up
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                   will
                   carry
                   thee
                
                 
                   In
                   arms
                   of
                   love
                   to
                   blest
                   eternitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Cistern
                   leaks
                   ,
                   but
                   it
                   shall
                   not
                   be
                   dry
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   the
                   upper
                   springs
                   will
                   send
                   supply
                   .
                
                 
                   Dangers
                   and
                   clouds
                   shall
                   vanish
                   ;
                   God
                   shall
                   be
                
                 
                   An
                   everlasting
                   Sun
                   and
                   shield
                   to
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   Consider
                   in
                   how
                   much
                   thou
                   Christ
                   hast
                   stood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   one
                   whit
                   less
                   than
                   his
                   most
                   precious
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   thee
                   his
                   Head
                   with
                   thorns
                   was
                   crown'd
                   ,
                   his
                   side
                
                 
                   Was
                   pierc'd
                   ,
                   for
                   thee
                   he
                   sweat
                   ,
                   he
                   bled
                   ,
                   he
                   di'd
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   will
                   he
                   cast
                   away
                   a
                   soul
                   ,
                   that
                   cost
                
                 
                   So
                   great
                   a
                   price
                   as
                   this
                   ?
                   shall
                   that
                   be
                   lost
                
                 
                   Which
                   he
                   prefer'd
                   before
                   his
                   life
                   ?
                   no
                   ,
                   he
                
                 
                   Will
                   be
                   his
                   purchas'd
                   Saints
                   securitie
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   own
                   thou
                   art
                   ,
                   with
                   thee
                   he
                   will
                   not
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   once
                   didst
                   cost
                   his
                   blood
                   ,
                   still
                   hast
                   his
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   a
                   member
                   of
                   his
                   body
                   ,
                   one
                
                 
                   Part
                   of
                   his
                   fulness
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                   'l
                   part
                   with
                   none
                
                 
                   Of
                   them
                   or
                   that
                   ,
                   but
                   will
                   them
                   save
                   and
                   love
                   ;
                
                 
                   Christ
                   will
                   not
                   be
                   a
                   maimed
                   Christ
                   above
                   .
                
                 
                   Nay
                   more
                   ,
                   he
                   stands
                   oblig'd
                   .
                   His
                   Father
                   gave
                
                 
                   A
                   people
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   might
                   them
                   save
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   accountable
                   for
                   every
                   one
                   :
                
                 
                   Must
                   raise
                   them
                   all
                   at
                   last
                   day
                   ,
                   losing
                   none
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   such
                   a
                   state
                   he
                   must
                   them
                   raise
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   they
                   may
                   be
                   unto
                   his
                   name
                   a
                   praise
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   in
                   pursuance
                   of
                   his
                   Father's
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   that
                   hath
                   always
                   kept
                   ,
                   will
                   keep
                   thee
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   therefore
                   he
                   hath
                   promis'd
                   to
                   impart
                
                 
                   His
                   fear
                   unto
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   write
                   in
                   thine
                   heart
                
                 
                   His
                   sacred
                   law
                   ,
                   that
                   though
                   thou
                   mai'st
                   be
                   tri'd
                
                 
                   With
                   fierce
                   assaults
                   ,
                   none
                   of
                   thy
                   steps
                   may
                   slide
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   in
                   himself
                   hath
                   laid
                   up
                   all
                   thy
                   store
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   thou
                   little
                   hast
                   ,
                   he
                   'l
                   give
                   thee
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Adam
                   thy
                   father
                   had
                   a
                   pow'r
                   to
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   pow'r
                   was
                   wholly
                   plac'd
                   in
                   his
                   own
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   did
                   quickly
                   lose
                   the
                   stock
                   that
                   was
                
                 
                   Committed
                   to
                   him
                   ;
                   hence
                   Christ
                   will
                   not
                   pass
                
                 
                   All
                   thine
                   estate
                   to
                   thee
                   at
                   once
                   ,
                   lest
                   thou
                
                 
                   Run
                   out
                   of
                   all
                   ,
                   and
                   prove
                   a
                   beggar
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Himself
                   thy
                   fulness
                   is
                   ,
                   and
                   therefore
                   sure
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   being
                   rich
                   ,
                   thou
                   never
                   shalt
                   be
                   poor
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   poor
                   as
                   to
                   depend
                   ,
                   thou
                   still
                   shalt
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   never
                   know
                   undoing
                   povertie
                   .
                
                 
                   Eden
                   was
                   once
                   indeed
                   fill'd
                   with
                   more
                   grace
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   rather
                   holiness
                   ,
                   yet
                   that
                   sweet
                   place
                
                 
                   Was
                   never
                   so
                   secure
                   ,
                   as
                   is
                   thy
                   Ark
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   floating
                   little
                   cock-boat
                   now
                   ;
                   for
                   mark
                   ,
                
                 
                   God
                   is
                   its
                   skilful
                   Pilot
                   ,
                   constant
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   by
                   his
                   spirit
                   steereth
                   night
                   and
                   day
                
                 
                   Its
                   course
                   ;
                   upholding
                   ,
                   strengthening
                   thee
                   likewise
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   tempests
                   rage
                   ,
                   &
                   threatning
                   waves
                   arise
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   chear
                   thy self
                   ,
                   when
                   thou
                   dost
                   fear
                   to
                   fall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Remembring
                   God
                   will
                   be
                   thine
                   all
                   in
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   rock
                   and
                   refuge
                   ,
                   thy
                   treasure
                   and
                   guard
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   keepeth
                   for
                   thee
                   constant
                   watch
                   and
                   ward
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   eye
                   doth
                   neither
                   slumber
                   ,
                   nor
                   once-sleep
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   keepeth
                   Israel
                   ,
                   and
                   thee
                   doth
                   keep
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   no
                   land
                   of
                   darkness
                   ,
                   barren
                   heath
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   everlasting
                   arms
                   are
                   underneath
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   knows
                   full
                   well
                   when
                   ought
                   would
                   thee
                   annoy
                   ;
                
                 
                   Will
                   always
                   be
                   thy
                   comfort
                   and
                   thy
                   joy
                   .
                
                 
                   Do
                   thou
                   thy
                   duty
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   know
                   that
                   God
                
                 
                   Will
                   with
                   his
                   staff
                   support
                   thee
                   ,
                   with
                   his
                   rod
                
                 
                   Will
                   guide
                   thy
                   steps
                   ,
                   until
                   at
                   last
                   thou
                   be
                
                 
                   Above
                   a
                   sinning
                   possibility
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Doubt
                 11.
                 
                 From
                 Satans
                 Temptations
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   my
                   keeper
                   were
                   ,
                   I
                   should
                   not
                   doubt
                
                 
                   My
                   spiritual
                   safety
                   ,
                   nor
                   my
                   holding
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   Mine
                   enemies
                   should
                   fall
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   should
                   be
                
                 
                   At
                   peace
                   ,
                   because
                   in
                   full
                   securitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Iachin
                   and
                   Boaz
                   I
                   'd
                   my
                   pillars
                   call
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   God
                   make
                   his
                   Salvation
                   my
                   wall
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Lion
                   should
                   not
                   rend
                   ,
                   nor
                   Serpent
                   bite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   he
                   watcheth
                   his
                   both
                   day
                   and
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   sure
                   the
                   Lord
                   hath
                   left
                   me
                   ,
                   for
                   I
                   feel
                
                 
                   The
                   Serpent
                   always
                   nibling
                   at
                   my
                   heel
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   now
                   am
                   walking
                   in
                   a
                   wilderness
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   Lion's
                   always
                   roaring
                   more
                   or
                   less
                   .
                
                 
                   Hardly
                   a
                   day
                   doth
                   pass
                   ,
                   nay
                   scarce
                   an
                   hour
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   Satan
                   doth
                   assault
                   me
                   with
                   his
                   power
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   utmost
                   rage
                   the
                   mighty
                   gates
                   of
                   Hell
                
                 
                   Assault
                   and
                   storm
                   my
                   crazie
                   Cittadel
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   is
                   't
                   possible
                   ,
                   poor
                   I
                   should
                   be
                
                 
                   An
                   equal
                   match
                   for
                   such
                   an
                   enemie
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   may
                   a
                   worm
                   do
                   ?
                   what
                   resistance
                   can
                
                 
                   Be
                   made
                   by
                   foolish
                   weak
                   and
                   naked
                   man
                   ?
                
                 
                   Alas
                   ,
                   I
                   quake
                   and
                   tremble
                   every
                   hour
                   ,
                
                 
                   Expecting
                   when
                   he
                   will
                   my
                   soul
                   devour
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   he
                   doth
                   play
                   with
                   me
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   fears
                   feed
                
                 
                   His
                   mirth
                   ;
                   me
                   at
                   his
                   pleasure
                   he
                   can
                   lead
                
                 
                 
                   An
                   helpless
                   captive
                   ,
                   hurrying
                   me
                   to
                   sin
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   me
                   post
                   to
                   th'
                   torments
                   he
                   is
                   in
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   is
                   his
                   strength
                   ,
                   and
                   numberless
                   his
                   wiles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Many
                   his
                   famous
                   conquests
                   ,
                   trophies
                   ,
                   spoils
                   .
                
                 
                   Run
                   through
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   sinners
                   &
                   Saints
                   compare
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   'l
                   see
                   ,
                   the
                   greatest
                   part
                   falls
                   to
                   his
                   share
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   he
                   hath
                   spread
                   a
                   net
                   ,
                   there
                   set
                   a
                   gin
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thousands
                   of
                   thousands
                   are
                   intrapt
                   therein
                   .
                
                 
                   Of
                   men
                   ,
                   the
                   most
                   he
                   orders
                   at
                   his
                   pleasure
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   sport
                   he
                   makes
                   them
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                   's
                   most
                   at
                   leisure
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   knows
                   and
                   is
                   assur'd
                   they
                   are
                   his
                   own
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   but
                   a
                   bait
                   be
                   laid
                   ,
                   the
                   work
                   is
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   'r
                   caught
                   ,
                   his
                   hook
                   sticks
                   ,
                   and
                   they
                   caanot
                   free
                
                 
                   Themselves
                   from
                   sin
                   ,
                   nor
                   him
                   ,
                   nor
                   misery
                   .
                
                 
                   Lord
                   of
                   this
                   world
                   he
                   is
                   ,
                   whom
                   they
                   adore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fear
                   him
                   they
                   do
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   they
                   love
                   him
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   Nay
                   ,
                   he
                   'l
                   encounter
                   any
                   ,
                   he
                   fears
                   none
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   counts
                   himself
                   a
                   match
                   for
                   ev'ry
                   one
                   .
                
                 
                   Those
                   that
                   are
                   built
                   on
                   the
                   eternal
                   rock
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stand
                   immovable
                   ,
                   have
                   felt
                   his
                   shock
                   .
                
                 
                   Experience
                   tells
                   us
                   ,
                   that
                   those
                   Saints
                   who
                   be
                
                 
                   Strongest
                   in
                   grace
                   are
                   not
                   temptation
                   free
                   .
                
                 
                   Adam
                   in
                   Paradise
                   (
                   though
                   perfect
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   Armed
                   with
                   strength
                   sufficient
                   to
                   withstand
                
                 
                   All
                   foreign
                   force
                   ,
                   and
                   bravely
                   keep
                   the
                   field
                   )
                
                 
                   Was
                   set
                   upon
                   ,
                   and
                   set
                   upon
                   did
                   yield
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   did
                   this
                   subtle
                   enemy
                   undo
                
                 
                   A
                   world
                   of
                   men
                   in
                   one
                   man
                   at
                   a
                   blow
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   first
                   attempt
                   succeeded
                   to
                   his
                   heart
                   ;
                
                 
                   Since
                   ,
                   he
                   is
                   grown
                   a
                   master
                   in
                   the
                   Art
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   tempting
                   ;
                   at
                   the
                   first
                   he
                   had
                   his
                   will
                   ;
                
                 
                   Six
                   thousand
                   years
                   have
                   much
                   increas'd
                   his
                   skill
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   victory
                   did
                   flesh
                   him
                   ,
                   ever
                   since
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   courag'ous
                   ,
                   bids
                   fear
                   get
                   it
                   hence
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   set
                   on
                   
                     David
                     ,
                     Ioshua
                  
                   the
                   Priest
                
                 
                   (
                   When
                   in
                   Gods
                   presence
                   )
                   found
                   he
                   had
                   not
                   ceast
                
                 
                   From
                   troubling
                   Saints
                   .
                   Although
                   Iob
                   did
                   outshine
                
                 
                   All
                   men
                   on
                   earth
                   that
                   lived
                   in
                   his
                   time
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   could
                   not
                   be
                   at
                   quiet
                   .
                   This
                   foul
                   Fiend
                
                 
                   Desir'd
                   on
                   him
                   his
                   sharp'ned
                   darts
                   to
                   spend
                   .
                
                 
                   Paul
                   was
                   a
                   valiant
                   champion
                   ,
                   yet
                   still
                
                 
                   On
                   him
                   the
                   Devil
                   needs
                   would
                   try
                   his
                   skill
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   had
                   his
                   buffets
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   's
                   flesh
                   a
                   thorn
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   had
                   not
                   help
                   come
                   ,
                   had
                   been
                   overborn
                   .
                
                 
                   Saints
                   then
                   he
                   troubles
                   ,
                   and
                   of
                   all
                   there
                   's
                   none
                
                 
                   Reacht
                   Heaven
                   but
                   through
                   sore
                   temptation
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   as
                   he
                   hath
                   desi'd
                   the
                   blessed
                   Host
                
                 
                   Of
                   great
                   Jehov
                   '
                   ,
                   so
                   he
                   can
                   likewise
                   boast
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   assaulting
                   Christ
                   their
                   chief
                   ;
                   he
                   did
                
                 
                   Not
                   only
                   bruise
                   the
                   heel
                   ,
                   but
                   strike
                   the
                   head
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   beast
                   of
                   prey
                   hath
                   set
                   upon
                   the
                   sheep
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   on
                   the
                   shepherd
                   too
                   that
                   doth
                   them
                   keep
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   what
                   ,
                   shall
                   I
                   ,
                   sighting
                   with
                   such
                   a
                   soe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hope
                   to
                   make
                   good
                   my
                   ground
                   ,
                   &
                   worst
                   him
                   too
                   ?
                
                 
                   Shall
                   I
                   victorious
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   cause
                   to
                   flie
                
                 
                   Those
                   troops
                   of
                   Devils
                   that
                   in
                   ambush
                   lie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   have
                   a
                   party
                   too
                   in
                   mine
                   own
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   which
                   I
                   am
                   continually
                   opprest
                   ?
                
                 
                   Mine
                   own
                   corruptions
                   do
                   me
                   betray
                
                 
                   To
                   their
                   temptations
                   oft
                   ev'ry
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   How
                   can
                   it
                   be
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   who
                   thus
                   beset
                
                 
                   Am
                   with
                   such
                   en'mies
                   ,
                   should
                   the
                   conquest
                   get
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   can't
                   believe
                   it
                   ,
                   for
                   it
                   cannot
                   be
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   strength
                   of
                   Hell
                   and
                   sin
                   's
                   too
                   strong
                   for
                   me
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   .
                
                 
                   Be
                   of
                   good
                   courage
                   ,
                   dread
                   not
                   Satans
                   might
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Christ
                   thou
                   listed
                   art
                   ,
                   resolve
                   to
                   sight
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   of
                   Salvation
                   the
                   Captain
                   is
                   :
                
                 
                   Do
                   what
                   he
                   bids
                   ,
                   thou
                   canst
                   not
                   do
                   amiss
                   .
                
                 
                   Put
                   on
                   thine
                   armour
                   ,
                   man
                   ,
                   one
                   piece
                   and
                   other
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   head
                   to
                   foot
                   it
                   will
                   thee
                   safely
                   cover
                   .
                
                 
                   Only
                   there
                   is
                   no
                   back-piece
                   :
                   such
                   as
                   flie
                
                 
                   Lose
                   their
                   defence
                   ,
                   then
                   either
                   fight
                   or
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   Gird
                   on
                   thy
                   sword
                   ,
                   and
                   Faith
                   take
                   for
                   thy
                   shield
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   shall
                   the
                   Devil
                   slie
                   ,
                   thou
                   keep
                   the
                   field
                   .
                
                 
                   Hath
                   he
                   his
                   trophies
                   by
                   him
                   ?
                   doth
                   he
                   tell
                
                 
                   Of
                   captives
                   he
                   hath
                   led
                   in
                   chains
                   to
                   Hell
                   ?
                
                 
                   Hath
                   he
                   near
                   fill'd
                   his
                   prison
                   ?
                   and
                   made
                   sure
                
                 
                   Of
                   thousands
                   that
                   did
                   think
                   themselves
                   secure
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   out
                   of
                   gun-shot
                   ?
                   what
                   !
                   doth
                   he
                   recall
                
                 
                   To
                   mind
                   with
                   triumph
                   ,
                   
                   David's
                   ,
                   
                   Peter's
                   fall
                   ?
                
                 
                   Remember
                   how
                   Goliah
                   did
                   defie
                
                 
                   Israels
                   army
                   ;
                   but
                   proud
                   fool
                   did
                   die
                
                 
                   By
                   a
                   young
                   striplings
                   hand
                   ;
                   a
                   little
                   stone
                
                 
                   Did
                   turn
                   his
                   vapours
                   to
                   a
                   dying
                   groan
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   thy
                   fainting-sits
                   remember
                   how
                
                 
                   Blaspheming
                   Rabshakeh
                   did
                   brave
                   it
                   too
                   ;
                
                 
                   With
                   a
                   profane
                   foot
                   on
                   the
                   holy
                   land
                
                 
                   By
                   fair
                   
                   Ierusalem's
                   walls
                   he
                   did
                   stand
                
                 
                 
                   Crying
                   ,
                   Where
                   are
                   the
                   gods
                   of
                   Hamath
                   ?
                   where
                
                 
                   
                   Ivah's
                   and
                   
                   Sepharvaim's
                   gods
                   ?
                   were
                   there
                
                 
                   Any
                   of
                   them
                   could
                   my
                   great
                   power
                   withstand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   keep
                   Samaria
                   from
                   
                   Assyria's
                   hand
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   what'of
                   that
                   ,
                   one
                   Angel
                   in
                   one
                   night
                
                 
                   Did
                   near
                   Two
                   hundred
                   thousand
                   slay
                   outright
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   were
                   dead
                   corpses
                   ,
                   when
                   next
                   morn
                   men
                   rose
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   in
                   sear
                   away
                   Sennacherib
                   goes
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   God
                   who
                   thus
                   the
                   pow'rs
                   on
                   earth
                   did
                   quell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Knows
                   how
                   to
                   do
                   the
                   same
                   to
                   th'
                   gates
                   of
                   Hell.
                
                 
                   Poor
                   weaklings
                   have
                   through
                   him
                   stood
                   out
                   the
                   shock
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   being
                   built
                   on
                   the
                   eternal
                   Rock
                   ,
                
                 
                   Laugh'd
                   Beelzebub
                   to
                   scorn
                   ;
                   assisted
                   by
                
                 
                   Christs
                   strength
                   ,
                   babes
                   win
                   the
                   day
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   him
                   flie
                   .
                
                 
                   Cedars
                   have
                   tumbled
                   ,
                   when
                   a
                   bruised
                   reed
                
                 
                   Hath
                   stood
                   unbroken
                   .
                   The
                   immortal
                   seed
                
                 
                   Once
                   sown
                   shall
                   root
                   &
                   grow
                   ,
                   though
                   Satan
                   fain
                
                 
                   Would
                   be
                   at
                   work
                   to
                   pick
                   it
                   up
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   first
                   of
                   Creatures
                   he
                   did
                   make
                   to
                   fall
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   new
                   Creature
                   shall
                   stand
                   after
                   all
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yea
                   ,
                   after
                   all
                   's
                   attempts
                   ,
                   and
                   shall
                   at
                   length
                
                 
                   With
                   triumph
                   say
                   ,
                   My
                   soul
                   th'
                   ast
                   trod
                   down
                   strength
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   mad
                   Bravadoe
                   he
                   did
                   Christ
                   engage
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   thereby
                   lost
                   his
                   pow'r
                   ,
                   though
                   not
                   his
                   rage
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   of
                   his
                   Holiness
                   long'd
                   to
                   bereave
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   his
                   worst
                   was
                   done
                   ,
                   was
                   forc'd
                   to
                   leave
                   him
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   was
                   vanquisht
                   ,
                   spoil'd
                   ;
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   his
                   loss
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   openly
                   was
                   shewn
                   upon
                   the
                   Cross.
                
                 
                   E're
                   since
                   the
                   Lion's
                   muzzl'd
                   ,
                   roar
                   he
                   may
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   cannot
                   make
                   the
                   meanest
                   Saint
                   his
                   prey
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   With
                   his
                   own
                   filthy
                   swine
                   he
                   may
                   be
                   bold
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   there
                   hath
                   leave
                   ,
                   but
                   must
                   not
                   touch
                   the
                   fold
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   seize
                   a
                   lamb
                   thereof
                   ;
                   or
                   if
                   he
                   dare
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   watchful
                   David
                   in
                   his
                   tender
                   care
                
                 
                   Steps
                   in
                   and
                   makes
                   a
                   rescue
                   .
                   Jesus
                   will
                
                 
                   Be
                   ,
                   as
                   his
                   name
                   imports
                   ,
                   a
                   Saviour
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   David
                   his
                   Type
                   appointed
                   was
                   to
                   keep
                
                 
                   And
                   tend
                   his
                   aged
                   Father
                   
                   Iess's
                   sheep
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Lion
                   and
                   a
                   Bear
                   to
                   thin
                   his
                   stock
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   take
                   a
                   tender
                   Lamb
                   out
                   of
                   the
                   flock
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   David
                   kill'd
                   the
                   Lion
                   ,
                   slew
                   the
                   Bear.
                
                 
                   A
                   greater
                   far
                   than
                   David
                   ,
                   Soul
                   ,
                   is
                   here
                   .
                
                 
                   David
                   thy
                   Shepherd
                   is
                   ,
                   the
                   mighty
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   in
                   his
                   hand
                   carrieth
                   an
                   Iron
                   rod
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   which
                   he
                   can
                   in
                   pieces
                   break
                   with
                   ease
                
                 
                   Any
                   devourer
                   that
                   his
                   Lambs
                   would
                   seize
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   mai'st
                   be
                   tempted
                   ,
                   Satan
                   is
                   not
                   ty'd
                
                 
                   From
                   worrying
                   thee
                   ;
                   Gold
                   in
                   the
                   fire
                   is
                   tri'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   is
                   Grace
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                   thou
                   hast
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                
                 
                   Will
                   Satan
                   envy
                   thee
                   ;
                   thy
                   well-known
                   store
                
                 
                   Doth
                   tempt
                   him
                   thee
                   to
                   plunder
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   cheat
                   :
                
                 
                   'T
                   was
                   Peter
                   he
                   would
                   winnow
                   as
                   the
                   wheat
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   Christ
                   thy
                   Captain
                   hath
                   him
                   in
                   a
                   chain
                   ;
                
                 
                   When
                   he
                   gives
                   him
                   a
                   Link
                   ,
                   he
                   can
                   again
                
                 
                   At
                   pleasure
                   draw
                   him
                   in
                   ,
                   and
                   shut
                   him
                   up
                
                 
                   In
                   his
                   own
                   proper
                   place
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   him
                   sup
                
                 
                   On
                   flames
                   of
                   wrath
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                   had
                   thought
                   to
                   dine
                
                 
                   And
                   feast
                   himself
                   on
                   this
                   poor
                   soul
                   of
                   thine
                   .
                
                 
                   Under
                   authority
                   he
                   is
                   ,
                   can't
                   go
                
                 
                   One
                   step
                   without
                   permission
                   ,
                   cannot
                   do
                
                 
                 
                   Ought
                   without
                   leave
                   from
                   Christ
                   ,
                   who
                   is
                   so
                   dear
                
                 
                   Over
                   thine
                   interest
                   ,
                   thou
                   need'st
                   not
                   fear
                   .
                
                 
                   Engage
                   thou
                   never
                   dost
                   ,
                   but
                   he
                   stands
                   by
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ready
                   to
                   help
                   in
                   thy
                   necessity
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   Peter
                   wounded
                   was
                   ,
                   and
                   going
                   over
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   en'mies
                   tent
                   ,
                   Christ
                   did
                   recover
                
                 
                   Him
                   with
                   one
                   gracious
                   look
                   ;
                   so
                   did
                   he
                   save
                
                 
                   His
                   precious
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   kept
                   him
                   from
                   the
                   grave
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   he
                   will
                   do
                   for
                   all
                   that
                   do
                   him
                   own
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   those
                   the
                   Father
                   gave
                   him
                   ,
                   he
                   'l
                   lose
                   none
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   he
                   hath
                   promised
                   ,
                   that
                   they
                   shall
                   be
                
                 
                   Crowned
                   at
                   last
                   with
                   happy
                   victorie
                   .
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   the
                   combat
                   do
                   thou
                   not
                   refuse
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   God
                   thy
                   God
                   this
                   enemy
                   shall
                   bruise
                
                 
                   Under
                   thy
                   foot
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   his
                   worst
                   is
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   the
                   Lambs
                   blood
                   thou
                   shalt
                   him
                   overcome
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   as
                   a
                   conquerour
                   in
                   Heaven
                   dwell
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   this
                   dire
                   foe
                   shall
                   be
                   confin'd
                   to
                   Hell.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 Doubt
                 12.
                 
                 From
                 Afflictions
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   name
                   but
                   one
                   thing
                   more
                   which
                   doth
                   create
                
                 
                   Perplexing
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   and
                   very
                   much
                   abate
                
                 
                   The
                   vigour
                   of
                   my
                   joy
                   ,
                   who
                   fain
                   would
                   grace
                
                 
                   My
                   high
                   profession
                   with
                   a
                   smiling
                   face
                   .
                
                 
                   Afflictions
                   manifold
                   attend
                   upon
                   ,
                
                 
                   Just
                   as
                   its
                   shadow
                   ,
                   pure
                   Religon
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   inward
                   gain
                   is
                   joined
                   outward
                   loss
                   ;
                
                 
                   Before
                   a
                   Crown
                   we
                   must
                   expect
                   a
                   Cross.
                
                 
                 
                   Disciples
                   must
                   stoop
                   down
                   and
                   take
                   it
                   up
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pledging
                   their
                   Saviour
                   in
                   his
                   bitter
                   cup.
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   uncertain
                   are
                   under
                   the
                   Moon
                   ;
                
                 
                   These
                   comforts
                   quickly
                   spring
                   ,
                   wither
                   as
                   soon
                   .
                
                 
                   Estates
                   are
                   bubbles
                   ,
                   broke
                   as
                   soon
                   as
                   blown
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   hardly
                   know
                   what
                   thing
                   to
                   call
                   our
                   own
                   .
                
                 
                   Iob
                   was
                   a
                   great
                   man
                   ,
                   did
                   not
                   want
                   for
                   ought
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   was
                   quickly
                   to
                   a
                   dunghill
                   brought
                   .
                
                 
                   Poor
                   Ionah
                   in
                   his
                   gourd
                   did
                   much
                   delight
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   
                   Ionah's
                   gourd
                   was
                   blasted
                   in
                   a
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   are
                   uncertain
                   ,
                   Saints
                   more
                   so
                   ,
                   who
                   stand
                
                 
                   Compast
                   with
                   enemies
                   on
                   ev'ry
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   for
                   nothing
                   they
                   deserv'd
                   the
                   rod
                   ,
                
                 
                   Have
                   suffer'd
                   for
                   the
                   matters
                   of
                   their
                   God.
                
                 
                   Because
                   to
                   their
                   Religion
                   firm
                   they
                   stood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Home
                   they
                   have
                   been
                   sent
                   through
                   a
                   Sea
                   of
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   Walk
                   through
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   in
                   ev'ry
                   place
                   you
                   'l
                   find
                
                 
                   The
                   men
                   of
                   earth
                   against
                   the
                   Saints
                   combin'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Consult
                   the
                   Ages
                   past
                   ,
                   and
                   read
                   their
                   story
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   'l
                   see
                   Gods
                   children
                   went
                   through
                   shame
                   to
                   glory
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   't
                   is
                   not
                   easie
                   for
                   us
                   to
                   deny
                
                 
                   Our
                   life
                   ,
                   our
                   peace
                   ,
                   or
                   our
                   prosperity
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   young
                   man
                   at
                   this
                   stumbling-block
                   did
                   fall
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   'd
                   rather
                   part
                   with
                   Christ
                   ,
                   than
                   part
                   with
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   many
                   have
                   at
                   first
                   fairly
                   set
                   out
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   storm
                   waxt
                   great
                   ,
                   have
                   tackt
                   about
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   they
                   este●m'd
                   far
                   less
                   than
                   an
                   Estate
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   would
                   not
                   have
                   him
                   at
                   too
                   dear
                   a
                   rate
                   .
                
                 
                   Christ
                   and
                   pleasures
                   are
                   good
                   ,
                   Christ
                   &
                   earth
                   too
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   thought
                   Christ
                   alone
                   would
                   never
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Now
                   who
                   can
                   tell
                   ,
                   what
                   we
                   may
                   meet
                   before
                
                 
                   Our
                   journey
                   ended
                   is
                   ,
                   and
                   time
                   no
                   more
                   ?
                
                 
                   Though
                   now
                   we
                   fallow
                   lie
                   ,
                   yet
                   plowers
                   may
                
                 
                   Make
                   long
                   their
                   surrows
                   on
                   our
                   back
                   one
                   day
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   those
                   surrows
                   may
                   ,
                   my
                   little
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   seeming-grace
                   be
                   buried
                   ,
                   rise
                   no
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   should
                   leave
                   me
                   ,
                   ah
                   !
                   how
                   soon
                   should
                   I
                
                 
                   Desert
                   his
                   cause
                   ,
                   and
                   from
                   my
                   colours
                   slie
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   Sun-shine-days
                   't
                   is
                   nothing
                   not
                   to
                   fear
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   challenge
                   enemies
                   when
                   none
                   appear
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   nothing
                   to
                   be
                   good
                   ,
                   when
                   seeming
                   so
                
                 
                   Brings
                   credit
                   with
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   preferment
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   would
                   not
                   hug
                   a
                   Christ
                   ,
                   when
                   hugging
                   him
                
                 
                   We
                   may
                   in
                   Pleasures
                   river
                   daily
                   swim
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   is
                   difficult
                   for
                   one
                   to
                   crie
                
                 
                   Hosanna
                   ,
                   when
                   Rulers
                   say
                   ,
                   Crucifie
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   bear
                   a
                   Cross
                   for
                   Christ
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   forego
                
                 
                   Rather
                   than
                   shipwrack
                   Faith
                   and
                   Conscience
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   disgrac'd
                   ,
                   a
                   beggar
                   ,
                   nay
                   to
                   die
                
                 
                   Of
                   deaths
                   the
                   worst
                   ,
                   rather
                   than
                   him
                   denie
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   ,
                   this
                   is
                   hard
                   ,
                   and
                   calls
                   for
                   greater
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   Grace
                   than
                   I
                   have
                   ,
                   though
                   I
                   had
                   much
                   more
                
                 
                   Than
                   yet
                   I
                   have
                   .
                   The
                   very
                   thought
                   doth
                   pinch
                   ;
                
                 
                   Sure
                   when
                   I
                   come
                   in
                   traces
                   I
                   shall
                   slinch
                
                 
                   And
                   break
                   the
                   yoke
                   ,
                   and
                   he
                   that
                   doth
                   not
                   bear
                
                 
                   Christs
                   heavy
                   Cross
                   ,
                   his
                   Crown
                   shall
                   never
                   wear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   FAITH
                   
                
                 
                   Why
                   troublest
                   thou
                   thy self
                   about
                   the
                   morrow
                   ?
                
                 
                   The
                   present
                   day
                   is
                   big
                   enough
                   with
                   sorrow
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Dangers
                   at
                   distance
                   are
                   the
                   worst
                   by
                   far
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   lose
                   their
                   terrours
                   as
                   they
                   nearer
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Lion's
                   not
                   so
                   fierce
                   as
                   he
                   is
                   painted
                   ;
                
                 
                   We
                   sufferings
                   may
                   like
                   ,
                   when
                   once
                   acquainted
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   as
                   in
                   corner
                   sit
                   by
                   sire-side
                   ,
                
                 
                   Say
                   ,
                   weather
                   's
                   cold
                   ,
                   and
                   who
                   can
                   it
                   abide
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   they
                   once
                   are
                   up
                   ,
                   and
                   out
                   ,
                   they
                   find
                
                 
                   The
                   day
                   befriends
                   them
                   more
                   than
                   did
                   their
                   mind
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   is
                   the
                   present
                   case
                   ,
                   persons
                   at
                   ease
                
                 
                   Count
                   flea-bites
                   ,
                   symptoms
                   of
                   some
                   sad
                   disease
                   .
                
                 
                   Nothing
                   more
                   certain
                   is
                   ,
                   than
                   thou
                   shouldst
                   be
                
                 
                   Ready
                   to
                   part
                   with
                   all
                   for
                   God
                   ,
                   when
                   he
                
                 
                   Calls
                   thee
                   unto
                   it
                   ,
                   no
                   enjoyment
                   shou'd
                
                 
                   Sever
                   thee
                   from
                   his
                   love
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   not
                   thy
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   possibly
                   thou
                   shalt
                   not
                   thus
                   be
                   tri'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   God
                   in
                   the
                   hollow
                   of
                   his
                   hand
                   may
                   hide
                
                 
                   Both
                   thee
                   and
                   thy
                   concernments
                   ;
                   thou
                   mai'st
                   have
                
                 
                   A
                   sweet
                   and
                   easie
                   passage
                   to
                   thy
                   grave
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   in
                   his
                   Chambers
                   may
                   thee
                   hide
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                
                 
                   Safe
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                   from
                   all
                   the
                   rage
                   of
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   storms
                   abroad
                   ,
                   thy
                   
                   Halcyon-days
                   shall
                   last
                
                 
                   Until
                   the
                   Indignation's
                   overpast
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   grant
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   in
                   wisdom
                   number
                   out
                
                 
                   Afflictions
                   to
                   thee
                   ,
                   compass
                   thee
                   about
                
                 
                   With
                   gall
                   and
                   travel
                   ,
                   know
                   that
                   he
                   can
                   roul
                
                 
                   In
                   sugar
                   bitter
                   pills
                   ,
                   lay
                   in
                   thy
                   soul
                
                 
                   With
                   such
                   surpassing
                   joys
                   ,
                   as
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                
                 
                   Even
                   in
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   whilest
                   in
                   misery
                   .
                
                 
                   Men
                   can
                   no
                   further
                   reach
                   than
                   th'
                   outward
                   part
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   by
                   speaking
                   peace
                   ravish
                   thy
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Of
                   crosses
                   the
                   world
                   hath
                   not
                   half
                   such
                   store
                
                 
                   As
                   God
                   of
                   comforts
                   ;
                   for
                   he
                   can
                   do
                   more
                
                 
                   To
                   chear
                   thee
                   in
                   an
                   hour
                   ,
                   than
                   all
                   the
                   rage
                
                 
                   Of
                   enemies
                   to
                   trouble
                   in
                   an
                   age
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   with
                   grace
                   so
                   fortifie
                   thy
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   shed
                   his
                   love
                   ,
                   as
                   thou
                   shalt
                   not
                   depart
                
                 
                   From
                   him
                   ,
                   nor
                   from
                   his
                   ways
                   ,
                   his
                   power
                   can
                
                 
                   Perfect
                   the
                   work
                   of
                   grace
                   it
                   once
                   began
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   will
                   he
                   stick
                   at
                   either
                   ?
                   surely
                   no
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   'l
                   bare
                   his
                   arm
                   ,
                   and
                   broach
                   his
                   comforts
                   too
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   shouldst
                   lose
                   thy
                   land
                   ,
                   silver
                   and
                   gold
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   will
                   to
                   thee
                   restore
                   an
                   hundred-fold
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   for
                   his
                   sake
                   thou
                   have
                   a
                   thousand
                   foes
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   ,
                   he
                   alone
                   will
                   far
                   out-number
                   those
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   all
                   these
                   Stars
                   are
                   darkned
                   ,
                   that
                   Sun
                   will
                
                 
                   By
                   his
                   resplendent
                   beams
                   make
                   day-light
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   imprison'd
                   be
                   ,
                   he
                   at
                   that
                   time
                
                 
                   Will
                   carry
                   thee
                   into
                   his
                   house
                   of
                   wine
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   feast
                   thee
                   richly
                   there
                   ,
                   so
                   in
                   a
                   trice
                
                 
                   Turn
                   thy
                   dark
                   dungeon
                   into
                   Paradise
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   he
                   hath
                   done
                   for
                   others
                   ,
                   who
                   have
                   found
                
                 
                   Sweet
                   unseen
                   consolations
                   most
                   abound
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   were
                   heavy-laden
                   with
                   the
                   cross
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whereby
                   their
                   gains
                   did
                   much
                   outweigh
                   their
                   loss
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   suffer'd
                   all
                   with
                   joy
                   ,
                   in
                   prisons
                   sung
                   .
                
                 
                   Accounting
                   all
                   for
                   Christ
                   meer
                   dross
                   and
                   dung
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   the
                   Apostles
                   whipt
                   were
                   for
                   Christs
                   name
                   ,
                
                 
                   Away
                   they
                   went
                   rejoicing
                   in
                   that
                   shame
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   sure
                   that
                   God
                   who
                   strengthen'd
                   them
                   ,
                   will
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Act
                   but
                   thy
                   faith
                   ,
                   full
                   out
                   as
                   good
                   to
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Burdens
                   shall
                   be
                   proportion'd
                   to
                   thy
                   back
                   :
                
                 
                   When
                   strength
                   is
                   small
                   ,
                   yet
                   strength
                   thou
                   shalt
                   not
                   lack
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   that
                   thy
                   way
                   at
                   last
                   be
                   dirt
                   and
                   mire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   get
                   thorough
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   shalt
                   not
                   tire
                   .
                
                 
                   Weather
                   and
                   way
                   fear
                   not
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   fear
                   thou
                   neither
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   strength
                   &
                   steps
                   thou
                   shalt
                   renew
                   together
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   arms
                   of
                   love
                   Christ
                   will
                   thee
                   carry
                   through
                
                 
                   All
                   the
                   sharp
                   trials
                   ,
                   which
                   he
                   calls
                   thee
                   to
                   .
                
                 
                   Therfore
                   though
                   weak
                   ,
                   fear
                   not
                   the
                   wickeds
                   rod
                   ,
                
                 
                   Weak
                   ones
                   shall
                   be
                   as
                   David
                   ,
                   he
                   as
                   God.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   SOVL.
                   
                
                 
                   All
                   will
                   be
                   well
                   :
                   within
                   a
                   change
                   I
                   find
                
                 
                   Some
                   settlement
                   in
                   mine
                   once
                   shaking
                   mind
                   .
                
                 
                   Time
                   was
                   ,
                   I
                   never
                   could
                   hold
                   up
                   my
                   head
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   doubt
                   came
                   ,
                   and
                   struck
                   my
                   comforts
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   Making
                   me
                   droop
                   again
                   .
                   Did
                   I
                   but
                   take
                
                 
                   Hold
                   of
                   a
                   promise
                   ,
                   heart
                   and
                   hand
                   would
                   shake
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   thought
                   my self
                   too
                   bold
                   ,
                   and
                   still
                   did
                   fear
                
                 
                   Such
                   high
                   presumption
                   would
                   cost
                   me
                   dear
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   the
                   clouds
                   begin
                   to
                   scatter
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   Darkness
                   doth
                   vanish
                   ,
                   I
                   now
                   can
                   see
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   farely
                   saw
                   nothing
                   but
                   swelling
                   Seas
                
                 
                   Of
                   deep
                   and
                   boundless
                   ,
                   endless
                   miseries
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   go
                   out
                   ,
                   methinks
                   I
                   see
                   above
                
                 
                   God
                   smiling
                   on
                   me
                   with
                   his
                   beams
                   of
                   love
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   at
                   home
                   I
                   sit
                   ,
                   there
                   is
                   good
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   Gospel-comforts
                   knocking
                   at
                   my
                   dore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Commanding
                   entrance
                   ,
                   which
                   do
                   smooth
                   my
                   brow
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   wax
                   cheerful
                   ,
                   though
                   I
                   know
                   not
                   how
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   It
                   s
                   calm
                   within
                   ,
                   without
                   I
                   see
                   it
                   fair
                   :
                
                 
                   Those
                   things
                   that
                   threatned
                   ,
                   now
                   dispersed
                   are
                   .
                
                 
                   Risen
                   the
                   Sun
                   is
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   glorious
                   light
                
                 
                   Comes
                   from
                   him
                   ,
                   chasing
                   hence
                   my
                   dismal
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   Where
                   fears
                   were
                   rank
                   ,
                   sweet
                   consolations
                   grow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rejoice
                   I
                   must
                   ,
                   whether
                   I
                   will
                   or
                   no.
                
                 
                   But
                   how
                   comes
                   this
                   about
                   ?
                   what
                   hand
                   hath
                   brought
                
                 
                   Such
                   Cordials
                   in
                   ,
                   when
                   of
                   them
                   least
                   I
                   thought
                   ?
                
                 
                   My
                   peace
                   beginning
                   hath
                   ,
                   my
                   fears
                   an
                   end
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   how
                   ,
                   I
                   'd
                   gladly
                   know
                   ,
                   and
                   who
                   's
                   my
                   friend
                   .
                
                 
                   Oh!
                   it
                   is
                   Faith
                   ,
                   precious
                   and
                   high
                   born
                   Faith.
                
                 
                   Faith's
                   voice
                   alone
                   it
                   is
                   ,
                   which
                   to
                   me
                   saith
                   ,
                
                 
                   Shake
                   off
                   thy
                   dust
                   ,
                   fear
                   not
                   ,
                   arise
                   and
                   shine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   light
                   is
                   come
                   ,
                   God
                   and
                   his
                   all
                   are
                   thine
                   .
                
                 
                   Fool
                   that
                   I
                   was
                   !
                   that
                   so
                   long
                   time
                   should
                   be
                
                 
                   Spent
                   in
                   such
                   strangeness
                   between
                   Faith
                   and
                   me
                   !
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   the
                   door
                   should
                   ope
                   to
                   every
                   doubt
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shut
                   at
                   the
                   same
                   time
                   ,
                   believing
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   I
                   will
                   do
                   no
                   more
                   ;
                   Faith's
                   my
                   relief
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   will
                   believe
                   ,
                   Lord
                   help
                   mine
                   unbelief
                   .
                
                 
                   Get
                   thee
                   hence
                   ,
                   Satan
                   .
                   Doubts
                   be
                   gone
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                
                 
                   Relie
                   upon
                   my
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   trust
                   him
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   sins
                   end
                   sorrows
                   ,
                   though
                   they
                   'r
                   manifold
                   ,
                
                 
                   Shall
                   never
                   force
                   me
                   to
                   let
                   go
                   my
                   hold
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   upon
                   his
                   grace
                   will
                   hang
                   ,
                   and
                   say
                
                 
                   Mine
                   thou
                   hast
                   been
                   ,
                   art
                   now
                   ,
                   shalt
                   be
                   for
                   ay
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   Immutable
                   ,
                   and
                   why
                   should
                   I
                
                 
                   Doubt
                   of
                   that
                   love
                   which
                   hath
                   Eternity
                   ?
                
                 
                   Abiding
                   frowns
                   such
                   love
                   cannot
                   abide
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   trust
                   him
                   therefore
                   though
                   he
                   from
                   me
                   hide
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   This
                   is
                   my
                   fixt
                   resolve
                   ,
                   which
                   is
                   not
                   made
                
                 
                   In
                   mine
                   own
                   strength
                   ,
                   but
                   thine
                   ;
                   Lord
                   ,
                   faith
                   would
                   fade
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   soon
                   give
                   way
                   to
                   doubts
                   ,
                   were
                   't
                   not
                   each
                   hour
                
                 
                   Preserved
                   by
                   thine
                   own
                   Almighty
                   pow'r
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   still
                   let
                   it
                   be
                   ;
                   grant
                   thou
                   that
                   I
                
                 
                   May
                   live
                   believing
                   ,
                   and
                   believing
                   die
                   .
                
                 
                   Faith
                   is
                   my
                   strength
                   ,
                   be
                   thou
                   Faith's
                   strength
                   ,
                   till
                   we
                
                 
                   In
                   Heaven
                   meet
                   once
                   for
                   eternitie
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   of
                   these
                   Creature-comforts
                   I
                   have
                   none
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   me
                   rejoice
                   in
                   thee
                   mine
                   only
                   One.
                
                 
                   Whatever
                   I
                   do
                   want
                   ,
                   let
                   me
                   all
                   make
                
                 
                   Up
                   in
                   thy self
                   ,
                   Lord
                   ,
                   for
                   dear
                   Jesus
                   sake
                   .
                
                 
                   Yea
                   when
                   thou
                   frownest
                   ,
                   and
                   lay'st
                   on
                   thy
                   rod
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   me
                   relie
                   upon
                   an
                   angry
                   God
                
                 
                   Grant
                   me
                   to
                   cast
                   my self
                   ,
                   and
                   each
                   affair
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   all
                   times
                   on
                   thy
                   tender
                   love
                   and
                   care
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   Father
                   ,
                   while
                   that
                   I
                   by
                   Faith
                   adhere
                
                 
                   Unto
                   thy
                   boundless
                   grace
                   ,
                   make
                   it
                   appear
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hast
                   accepted
                   me
                   .
                   Lord
                   feed
                   my
                   sense
                
                 
                   With
                   thine
                   own
                   love
                   ;
                   draw
                   up
                   mine
                   evidence
                
                 
                   And
                   seal
                   it
                   by
                   thy
                   Spirit
                   ;
                   that
                   I
                   may
                
                 
                   Glory
                   in
                   thee
                   my
                   God
                   throughout
                   the
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   leave
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   let
                   Angels
                   be
                
                 
                   My
                   convoy
                   in
                   my
                   passage
                   unto
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   Hope
                   at
                   last
                   end
                   in
                   fruition
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Faith
                   be
                   swallowed
                   up
                   of
                   Vision
                   .
                
                 
                   Conduct
                   me
                   to
                   that
                   place
                   ,
                   where
                   I
                   shall
                   sing
                
                 
                   Eternal
                   praise
                   to
                   thee
                   my
                   God
                   and
                   King.
                   
                
              
            
             
               FINIS
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