The Christian Pattern PARAPHRAS'D.
The Third Book.
I. I will hear what the Lord will say unto me.
Believer.
LET's now, my Soul, attentive be
To what my God will speak to Me.
Blest Souls, which hear his charming Voice,
And in his sacred Words rejoice!
Blest Ears, which hear those Heavenly Sounds,
Which no inferiour Noise confounds!
Thro which my God, by various Ways,
To Me his powerful Truth conveys.
Blest Eyes on inward things intent,
Which foreign Objects can't prevent!
Blest Man, who thro Heaven's Secrets pries,
Improv'd by daily Exercise!
Who on his Master longs to wait,
And would Earth's mean Incumbrance
abdicate.
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Watch then, my Soul, and shut the Door,
Admit inferiour Toys no more;
But hear, O humbly hear what He
My God, my Lord will speak to Thee!
He's all thy Health, thy Life, thy Peace,
And makes thy Inward Jars to cease.
Cast off poor transitory things,
And search for Truth's Eternal Springs.
The World's a Cheat, the Creatures Cheats,
If once their mighty Lord retreats.
Throw off then all those Cheats below,
And Faith in thy Creator show,
If thou'dst the utmost Sweets of Heavenly Blessings know.
II. Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth.
Believer.
SPeak, Lord, O speak! thy Servant hears!
Unclose my Eyes, unlock my Ears!
To me thy Sacred Dictates shew!
O to thy Words my Heart encline!
O make it yield to Truths Divine
As Lillies bend with Morning Dew!
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Thy awful Thunder's dismal Roar
Made
Israel's frighted Tribes implore
Not
Thee, but
Amram's Son to hear:
They
trembled at
his radiant Brow;
But when from burning Darkness Thou
Declar'dst thy Name, they
dy'd for Fear.
With all submissive Boldness I
To Thee alone for Counsel fly:
Speak, Lord! O speak, thy Servant hears!
No
Moses I, no Saint require,
But thy dear Words alone desire;
O speak to my attentive Ears!
Sweet may the Prophets Language sound,
When they Mysterious Truths propound;
Plain are their Words, their Counsels plain.
Without they show thy sacred Way,
And Plant and Water all the Day,
And Cry, but Cry alas! in vain.
From Thee the Spirit only flows,
By Thee the Heart with Fervor glows;
Thy Aid the Mystic Word explains.
Thou giv'st Perfection, Strength, and Light,
And mak'st the grateful Soil requite
With weighty Fruit the Workman's Pains.
Then let no
Moses speak to me;
On Thee, Dear Lord, I wait on Thee
For Fruit, for Life, for endless Love.
O teach me what I
hear to
do,
And
Love to what I
know to shew;
And Faith by Holy Works to prove!
Speak then, O speak! thy Servant hears,
With Thee the living Word appears:
Thy Words Eternal Life bestow.
Speak Lord! O give thy Self to Me!
And then my Lips and Heart to Thee
Shall with Eternal Praises flow.
III. Be not proud, for the Lord hath spoken.
Christ.
HEar then my Words, my Son, more sweet than those
Which antient Philosophic Sages chose:
My Words are
Life and Spirit, far above
That wretched Phrase which Human Senses love;
Not fram'd for
itching Ears, but
humble Souls,
Where mighty Love the silent Thought controuls.
Happy the fa
[...]our'd Christian taught by Me,
Who lives from common Fears and wild Destruction free!
I taught my Prophets and my Priests of old,
And still to Men my saving Truths unfold:
Most lie, like sensless Adders, deaf, or They
The World more gladly than their Lord obey.
The World poor Trifles, transient Joy propounds,
Yet every Street with eager Slaves abounds.
I promise pure Delights and endless Love,
Yet can't the stupid Hearts of Mortals move:
Nay in my Holy House the Plague prevails,
No little Priest for small Preferment fails
To go, to run, to fly; but scarce can crawl,
When I to Holy Pains and sharp Repentance call.
For paltry Sums, how oft the noisy Bar
Maintains a tedious, and a costly War!
By Night, by Day with restless Care they'l ply,
If they some distant Glimpse of Gain descry.
But sensless Fools! for never-changing Good,
For vast Rewards, and Honour's rising Flood,
For Crowns of endless Bliss they'l rarely try,
But at the very Thoughts of active Vertue die.
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Blush then, poor whining, lazy Wretch, to see
How Slaves of Earth with more Activity
For Hellish Deeps, and Chains of Darkness strive,
Than Thou in thy Creator's Arms to live.
Those Fools can more in dull Delights rejoice,
Than Thou to hear thy Saviour's warning Voice.
Yet oft they lose their empty Hopes; but I
Ne'r broke my Promise, nor was known to Lie.
Rocks may be torn, and mighty Mountains fall,
One Word dissolve the vast Terraqueous Ball;
But where I find a constant Love to Me,
My happy Friends a full Reward shall see,
More than their largest Thoughts their Souls shall find;
Their Bosoms always calm, their Maker ever kind.
Then on thy Heart my powerful Word engrave,
Peruse it well, and my Assistance crave:
When Tempests gather in an angry Sky,
With Wisdom they'll thy Head and Heart supply.
I oft my Friends with sharp Temptations prove,
As oft revive them with returning Love:
This makes them prosecute their Sins with Hate,
This makes them close at Vertue's Altars wait.
But he who slights my kind Instructions, shall
Beneath the dreadful Stroke of weighty Vengeance fall.
IV. Lord, I come to do thy Will.
Believer.
MY God, my only Good, may I
To Thee one humble Word reply?
I, wretched Worm, more vile and low
Than Words can speak, or Heart can know;
Wilt thou thy worthless Servant own?
May I approach thy awful Throne?
Pity, Dear Lord, thy Pity send
On him, who nothing can pretend;
No Grace, no Strength, no Light's in me,
But Weakness and Obscurity:
But Thou art Holy, Just, and Kind,
Immense; and thy Almighty Mind
Runs thro the World, and fills it All,
But Souls which back from Vertue fall.
Thy Love, thy tender Mercy, Lord,
To Me a needy Slave afford!
Thy Goodness hates an empty Place;
O fill my Head and Heart with thy enlightning Grace!
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How can I live a Stranger here,
Unless thy pitying Grace appear?
O let me Mercy, Mercy see,
And never turn thy Face from Me!
Forsake not, Lord, my Soul, lest I
Like drowthy Fields, or Desarts lie,
Unfruitful, Barren, Dismal, Wild,
With Dragons and with Serpents fill'd.
Teach me Obedience, Lord, to Thee,
And Prudence, and Humility:
Thy Wisdom reads my Soul, my Heart,
Thy Truth examines every Part;
And e're the World or I were made,
Before thy searching Eyes my unborn Thoughts were laid.
V. And they who worship Him, must worship Him in Spirit and in Truth.
Christ.
WAlk then with Me! Truth's Sacred Motions trace,
And turn thy Heart to seek my glorious Face:
Truth will protect Thee from the Tempter's Rage,
And guard Thee from a vile seducing Age;
She'll set Thee truly free, and make Thee rise
Above those Errors, Men to break her Force devise.
Believer.
True, Dearest Lord! O may it be,
My God, as Thou declar'st to Me!
Let Truth instruct me, keep me sure,
And my Eternal Bliss procure;
From vile Affections Chains unbind,
And brutish Loves debauch'd and blind.
Then with a Heart sincere and free,
I'll walk, my God, I'll ever walk with Thee.
Christ.
To Thee I'll all the Ways of Goodness show,
And thou, my Son, shalt all my Pleasure know:
Think on thy Sins, think with the sharpest Sense,
Nor dream of Merits, or of Innocence.
Thy Sins are many, and thy Passions wild,
Thou oft by Hell's deceitful Arts beguil'd:
Thy Pains are worthless, but thy Falls severe;
Chains, Grief and Ruins round thy Tents appear.
No Praise on thy Phantastic Vertue waits,
But every thing thy swelling Pride rebates.
Weak are thy best Designs, and weaker far
Than all thy humblest Apprehensions are.
Don't then, my Son, thy little Actions prize,
Nor let great Shows delude thy wandring Eyes;
Let not the World be sweet or dear to thee,
Nor fix thy Love beneath Eternity.
Be
TRƲTH thy Darling,
TRƲTH thy Soul's Delight,
Thy Innate Vileness all thy Tears excite,
Thy Fears, thy angry Talk, thy Scorn and Hate
Engag'd against thy inward sinful State.
Some with a
careless Life, but
Curious Eye,
Would boldly thro my Mystic Secret pry,
Neglect their own, and others Souls confound,
Till in a Sea of deep Temptations drown'd;
And for their mad Attempts and Godless Pride,
Down by revenging Strokes to endless Tortures slide.
Do Thou my Anger and my Judgments fear,
And don't too busy on my Works appear:
Thy Sins examine well, thy Sins survey,
Thy frequent Negligence, thy cold Delay:
Some on their Pray'r-Books, or on Form and Show,
All their Devout, deceitful Hours bestow.
They'l Talk indeed, but never Think of Me;
But those of Souls refin'd more clearly see,
And only pant and breath to reach Eternity.
Their Ears all Earthly Conversation hate;
Unwillingly on Nature's wants they wait.
They all the Smiles of flattering Worlds despise,
And higher still in Heavenly Vertues rise;
And spurn the Ball below, and grasp the lofty Skies.
V. Love is strong at Death.
Believer.
TO Thee, Eternal Father, I
With earnest Thanks and Praises fly:
Father! By kind Adoption Mine,
My Saviour's by his Birth Divine;
Thro whom, on wretched Me bestow'd,
Thy streaming Pity largely flow'd.
Blest, ever blest be thy Great Name,
From whom my former Comforts came!
Who pitied oft unworthy Me;
For Mercy only lives in Thee.
To Thee, to thy Eternal Son,
Thy sacred Spirit, blest Three in One,
All humble Thanks, all hearty Praise
I'll thro Immortal Ages raise.
O Gracious God! when once my Breast
Is by thy sacred Love possest,
All Rapture then and Extasy,
My Heart and Soul shall wait on Thee:
O then my Hope, my Harbour be,
When Seas of Tribulation compass me!
Weak are my Vertues, weak my Love,
But O with Joys my Strength improve!
And with thy Heavenly Discipline
Oft visit, and my Soul refine!
My Passions, my Affections guide;
That heal'd and throughly purifi'd,
My Love with brighter Flames may shine,
And Patience make me all and only Thine.
O what's the Force of
Heavenly Love!
How wondrous all its Motions prove!
It makes the Heavy Burden Light,
And always holds the Ballance right.
It can the Cross with Pleasure meet,
And make the Bitter truly Sweet.
Jesus! that Name belov'd can raise
The humblest Soul to grasp at Praise;
Make it to
mighty Works incline,
And
greater still and
more design:
Love scorns the lower World, and flies
Like Flames to reach their kindred Skies.
Love hates Restraint, and hates its Chains,
And always of its Clogs complains.
Sweet Love the roughest Souls can hold;
Enflames the Wise, the Brave, the Bold;
Makes Heaven the Rest of Saints above,
And God himself subsists in boundless Love.
The Lover smiles and springs and flies,
He's free, and every Bar defies;
Gives
All to
All, yet keeps it
All,
For he
his God his own can call
From whom the purest Blessings fall.
It's not the Gift, but Giver He
Above all other Joys would see.
Love knows no Mean, but burns and glows,
And ore its common Bounders flows:
Love never values Weight nor Pains,
Nor of
th' Impossible complains;
But grasps at All, and All can do,
If he who loves can be but active too.
Love watches in the Lover's Eyes,
And ne're fatigu'd nor fainting lies.
Love, tho confin'd, abroad can rove,
Unfrighted by the noisy Drove;
Love, like a Torch or Astral Fire,
Will always tow'rds the Poles aspire,
If that bright Flame my Soul possess,
I soon to God shall find Access.
My God, my Love, my Life is
mine,
And I, Dear Lord, am All and only
Thine.
O then with Love enlarge my Heart!
To me that Heavenly Gust impart;
That I those happy Sweets may prove,
And always Live, and always Love!
May Love possess me all, and raise
My Passions to a soaring Blaze!
Teach me to sing the Songs of Love,
And fly with Thee, dear Lord, above.
O fill me more and more, till I
A Phenix in those Flames may die!
More than my Self I'll love Thee, Lord,
If thou thy lightsome Beams afford;
And for thy sake I'll all embrace,
Who love thy Glories, and who seek thy Face.
Love, when sincere, is swift, and warms
With pleasant and delightful Charms;
It's Brave and Patient, Wise and True,
Long-suffering, Manly, ever New;
And never seeks
it self, but
You.
Love's Cautious, Humble, seeks the Right,
Not Soft, Effeminate or Light;
But Sober, Peaceful, Firm and Chast;
A Guard on all our Senses plac't.
Love to its Guides Obedience gives,
And meanly of it self believes:
Devout to God and grateful proves,
And still by Hope's Prescriptions moves,
Yea tho its God His Smiles remove,
Since Clouds sometimes obscure the Skies of Love.
Fit Me for Suffering, O my God;
O fit me for thy sharpest Rod!
For if I dare not smart for Thee,
No Lover's Name belongs to Me.
All Hardship I for Thee can bear:
Thy Love can harshest things endear,
No Pains from Thee shall make me start,
While Grace unvails my Eyes, and Love secures my Heart.
VI. Whom resist stedfast in the Faith.
Christ.
YEt still my Son thou'rt neither brave nor wise,
And Love's soft Name is but thy thin Disguise.
Bel.
Why Lord?
Chr.
Consider how thy Soul recoils,
Despairs of Comfort, and desponds with Toils.
The valiant Lover, like a Rock secure,
Can all Hell's furious Arts unmov'd endure:
He loves me when he
thrives, and lives in
Peace;
Nor can
his Sufferings make
His noble Ardours cease.
The Prudent Lover may the
Gift admire,
But to the
Giver most his Thoughts aspire:
The Worth but little to the Kindness seems,
The Giver He above the World esteems:
I, not the Boon, his restless Heart engage;
Yet Doubts don't straight a total Fall presage;
Love's Sweet and Good, when fixt on Mine and Me;
Grace gave it Being, and the Fruits may be
The Foretaste of a Blest Eternity.
Grace yet may vary, have its Ebbs and Flows,
And interrupt the careless Soul's Repose.
He's Brave indeed who fights the Battel thro,
And Courage, tho opprest with Odds, can shew;
He breaks Hell's utmost Force, and all his Loves are true.
Then let not fanci'd Beauties charm thy Sight,
Nor thy Sick Soul from righteous Ways invite.
Sometimes perhaps thy Joys are
Raptures all,
And down straight to their former
Weakness fall.
If thou to get an equal Temper strive,
That War may warm thy Soul, thy dying Hopes revive.
Know then, the Prince of Hell, thy antient Foe,
Would all thy Faith and envy'd Hopes o'rethrow,
Thy Soul's Devotions from thy Maker turn,
And would against thy Saviour's Passion spurn.
He'd fain divert thee from thy Sense of Sin,
From Vertue's Progress, and thy Guard within;
Fills thee with impious Thoughts, perverts thy Mind,
When most to Prayers and most to Heaven enclin'd.
He hates Confessions, and to find Thee there,
Where Sacred Flesh and Blood to
Faithful Souls appear.
Trust not, believe Him not; his Hellish Snares
Are strongest then, when He for Peace declares:
Say to Him, Hence! be gone, false Fiend, for shame!
No more thy Lies in pious Ears proclaim:
Hence vile Seducer! ne're expect a Part
In Me;
My Jesus now defends my Heart,
Too strong for Hellish Arms; nay Death would be
More welcome far than vile Consent to Thee:
Hold thy deluding Tongue! I'll hear no more,
Should'st Thou a thousand wheedling Arts explore;
The Lord's my Light, my Health, I scorn to fear,
Tho round my Soul Infernal Bands appear;
My God's my ready Help, my Kind Redeemer near.
Now like a valiant Souldier keep the Field;
And tho sometimes thy native Frailties yield,
Resume thy Courage, and resist thy Foe,
My Grace shall freely to assist Thee flow.
But, when the Fiend shall from thy Sword retreat,
Beware of flattering Words, or vain Conceit:
By these surpris'd the gallant Hero fails,
And easeless Blindness o're the World prevails.
O ne'r, since warn'd, approach that rocky Shore,
Made rich with scatter'd Wrecks of thousands lost before.
VII. He giveth more Grace unto the Humble.
Christ.
MY Son, has bright Devotion's Flame possest
With inward Sacred Heat thy Zealous Breast?
Then boast not of it, nor too loud proclaim
The wondrous Force of that Celestial Flame?
Fill not the Temple with an empty Noise,
Nor, to amuse the Croud, exalt thy Voice.
Think 'twas a Grace on thy dull Soul bestow'd,
To make thee groan beneath thy sinful Load.
Think how the Prince of Hell may cheat Thee! How
Thy Breast may with a false Devotion glow!
A Lip and Tongue-Devotion, where the Heart
In all the Business never bears a Part.
Think how a little time may quench the Fire,
The glaring Torch in nauseous Fumes expire.
Or, if it were a Heavenly Gift indeed,
Think of thy Beggar'd State, thy pinching Need,
Till
lowly Thoughts those
Heavenly Flames succeed.
Thou begg'st for Comforts, but mayst rise as High,
When Comforts at a greater Distance lie.
If with a lowly Heart, an easy Mind,
With Self-denial and with Thoughts resign'd
Thou bear thy Wounds; if still with ardent Vows,
With Prayers on God thy pondrous Cares repose;
If still thy Heart to pious Works enclines,
With bold Endeavours and with Wise Designs,
Thy struggling Arms above the Waters are,
Not yet by Woes opprest, nor sunk by black Despair.
Some when they miss Success, impatient prove:
Man can't Himself, nor where He pleases move.
Man acts; on God the whole Success depends,
Who where he will his blest Assistance sends.
Some with imagin'd Heats themselves destroy,
Nor can Themselves in modest Bounds enjoy,
But swelling with Enthusiastic Rage,
Beyond the Bars of sober Sense engage;
And while they dream above the World they fly,
The flashy Meteors quickly faint and die.
So
low they fall who would so wildly
soar,
And don't the Refuge of my Wings implore:
So Men unskill'd in Ways of Vertue fail,
Unless to guide their Feet some Wiser Heads prevail.
If Man, who fondly in Himself confides,
From all the Paths of sober Goodness slides,
It can't be strange, if Madmen scorn the Rein,
And hate the Doctors who their Heats restrain.
Mean Sense with lowly Thoughts securer far,
Than mighty Parts with Pride exalted, are.
It's more unhappy to be Proud than Poor.
That Man's unwise, who in his Mirth secure
Forgets past Poverty, and never dreams
How soon a Cloud may vail Heavens kindest Beams;
And He's imprudent, who, when prest with Woes,
Off all his Hopes of Peace and Favour throws,
And on my Mercy can't with steady Faith repose.
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Where haughty Pride in peaceful Times prevails,
In Wars too oft the bloaty Courage fails.
Couldst Thou thy modest Thoughts with Temper guide,
Between th' Extremes of Baseness and of Pride,
Thou'dst both in Straits and Storms securely ride.
Be sure, when warm'd within with Heavenly Light,
To meditate on long succeeding
Night;
When
That comes on, conclude again, the
Day
May quickly dawn, and make a longer stay;
That for my Glory, and thy Good before,
I brought the
Night so soon, and can the
Day restore.
A Peace unshock'd has greater Dangers far
Than all the Bickerings of a Ghostly War.
The Soul where Charity and Meekness reigns,
A nobler Character of Glory gains,
Than Those who boast of
Visions and of
Light,
And all their
Cant in Scripture-Phrase indite;
Or on
Preferment's Pinacle can light.
Who seeks God's Honour, best secures his Own,
And He who meanest in Himself is grown,
Who shoots bright Honour from his vigorous Eyes
When scornful Worlds his humble Fates despise,
Must to the noblest Heights in Heavenly Favour rise.
VIII. I abhor my self in Dust and Ashes.
Believer.
DUST and Ashes tho I be,
Let me speak, dear Lord, to Thee!
Should I Lord to
Merit fly,
On my own
vain Works rely,
Thou becom'st my Enemy.
All my Sins against me rise,
All my Sins my Heart surprize;
But if with a lowly Heart,
I from wretched
Self can part;
If contemn'd, dejected I
In the Dust before Thee lie,
Then again thy Light, thy Grace
Shall my sinking Soul embrace;
All my Vanity and Pride
That submissive Veil shall hide.
Lord, to Me
my Self display,
What I
was and
am to Day,
Whence I come, and where I go,
For, alas! I nothing know.
If
I Lord am left to
Me,
All I am's Infirmity;
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But if Thou thy Favour show,
O how strong my Graces grow,
How my bubbling Joys o'reflow!
Strange, my God! how wondrous strange
Is the sudden blissful Change!
When my Soul with Guilt opprest
Is by thy Embraces blest!
From thy Springs of boundless Love,
My preventing Guardians move;
All my Wants to Thee are known,
Off those mighty Dangers thrown,
Numberless and Nameless grown.
In what horrid Snares I fell
While I lov'd
my Self too well!
When I lov'd and long'd for Thee,
I retriev'd
my God and Me.
How Love's sacred Sparks enflam'd me!
How my own Reflections sham'd me,
When in Love's bright Mirror I
Saw my own Deformity!
Found, sweet Jesus! found how free
All thy Favours were to me!
When desertless, hopeless grown,
Bright on Me thy Favours shone!
Sing my Soul, O sing his Praise!
Hymns to our Redeemer raise!
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Whose All-searching Eyelids found me,
Whose All-pitying Loves unbound me,
All my Sins and Follies past,
And with tendrest Arms embrac't.
Turn, O turn us Lord to Thee!
That, submiss and grateful, we
May in pleasing Sacrifice
Make our Songs as Incense rise!
And possest with Heavenly Flame,
Thee our Health and Strength proclaim!
IX. And your Life is hid with Christ in God.
Christ.
IF thou, my Son, wouldst be with Glories blest,
Make Me thy chiefest Good, thy final Rest!
So thou, too much to meaner Joys inclin'd,
Shalt be from those inferiour Loves refin'd.
It's vain to fix thy Heart on things below,
Which only inward Heat and Thirst bestow.
Turn then to Me, for I thy Mercies give,
In Me th' Eternal Springs of Mercy live;
To Me their grateful Tribute all should pay,
As to their Parent-Seas kind Rivers find their way.
From me the Great, the Small, the Rich, the Poor,
As from a living Fountain, draw their Store;
And who
for Me the World can freely leave,
Shall find his Hopes, and
Grace for Grace receive.
But he who dares without his Maker boast,
And trades for Pleasures from a foreign Coast,
Shall lose his Joys, and
in Himself shall find
Eternal Furies to distract his Mind.
No Goodness then to thy
vile Self ascribe,
No real Vertues to the Mortal Tribe.
But
all to me from whom
all Blessings flow,
Who
all demand because I
all bestow,
That ALL my Bounty might with grateful Praises show.
This Holy Truth puts
Self-conceit to flight;
And, when the Soul's adorn'd with Heavenly Light,
And Heavenly Love, no pining Envy there,
No narrow Thoughts, no little Loves appear;
Ethereal Flames can soon those Damps controul,
And with exalted Thoughts enlarge the Soul.
If then Thou'rt truly Wife, thy Joys will be
Thy Hopes, thy Confidence
in Me; to Me
All Praise, all Honour's due thro vast Eternity.
X. Thy Service is perfect Freedom.
Believer.
ONCE, Lord, again I'll Silence break,
Once more to my Redeemer speak,
To thee my God, my King, my Love,
Who dwells Invisible above!
With Thee what treasur'd Sweets appear
For
all the Sons of Heavenly Fear;
For
all possest by powerful Love,
For
all who faithful Servants prove;
Ineffable to that pure Mind
To meditate on Thee resign'd.
How great's thy Goodness Lord to Me,
Which when
I was not, made me
Be,
Reduc'd me when I us'd to rove,
And taught me Service, and enjoin'd me Love!
O Spring of boundless Love! to Thee
What should my Humble Language be!
Can I forget Thee, Lord? When I
Was lost in Woes, and left to die,
Thy Pity found and rais'd me more
Than my own swelling Thoughts before;
Was wondrous Gracious, wondrous kind,
When Hell and Sin enslav'd my Mind.
What should my grateful Offering be
But to renounce the World for Thee?
To lay my self beneath thy Feet,
And count thy hardest Service sweet?
Is't much if I my Service pay
Where all the World around obey?
No: But it's Great, it's Glorious sure
That I a Wretch, forlorn and Poor,
Should in
thy House Admission gain,
And
Portions with
thy happy Sons obtain.
See Lord, how I, tho wholly
Thine,
Yet
gain, since
Thou thy self art
Mine,
Seas, Earth and Heaven thy Word obey,
And all to Me their Tributes pay;
Nay thy Superiour Angels too
Weak
Me with guarding Cares pursue:
Nay Thou thy Self, my God, my Lord,
Couldst to
the Ruin'd Aids afford,
A Man for
wretched Man couldst be,
And as a Ransom give thy Self for Me.
What shall I then return to Thee,
Dear God, for all thy Loves to me?
O could I serve Thee all my Days!
O could I worthy Trophies raise
To thy Immortal Name, and prove
The utmost Force of grateful Love!
Thou art my Lord, thy Servant I,
To Thee I all my Toils apply,
To Thee unceasing Praises sing,
To Thee my Strength an Offering bring,
To Thee my longing Wishes fly,
O from thy Self, Dear Lord, my Wants supply,
Great is
his Honour, great
his Praise,
Who All beneath thy Footstool lays,
And with a chearful Air can quit
The World, and to thy Yoke submit;
When wean'd from Fugitive Delights,
And all those Joys the World excites;
When from his
sinful Self reclaim'd,
And with superior Loves enflam'd,
Thy Spirit sweeter Joys shall give,
And always in his Bosom live;
Then, tho in narrow Paths He move,
And all the Straits of Vertue prove,
His Soul at Liberty shall fly,
And pass the utmost Barriers of the Sky.
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Dear Slavery! Delightful Chains!
Where Man his largest Raunge obtains;
Lives free from all the Weights of Sin,
And Holy, and at ease within.
O happy State! O charming sweet,
Where Men with chearful Angels meet,
Where Man an Angel's Work may do,
And Man becomes an Angel too!
Dear happy State! God's pleasing Sight!
Hell's Terror, and the Saints Delight!
Blest Chains to be with Smiles embrac't!
Blest Chains with Gems of Glory grac't,
Which bring Eternal Blessings down,
And all our inward Joys with endless Honours crown.
XI. Watch and be sober.
Christ.
YET, Son! there's yet a mighty Tast behind,
And many Rules have slipt thy wandring Mind.
Bel.
What, Lord, are They?
Chr.
That all thy fond Desires
Should gladly bend to what my Will requires;
That Thou thy Self and selfish Love deny,
And to Obedience all thy Thoughts apply.
Ambitious Dreams rouze thy aspiring Soul,
Thy lazy Thoughts
ambitious Dreams controul.
Yet think! Does thy
Ambition only glow
With
Heavenly Love, or
Love of Self below?
If I inflame Thee, thy obsequious Mind
Will always be to my Decrees resign'd;
If vain
Self-Love, the Plague prevails within,
And all thy Passions are enslav'd to damning Sin.
Then ne're be fond of
sudden Heats, nor
those
Too freely on thy yielding Heart impose:
Consult me first, lest Penitence, too late,
Thy Raptures should to dark Despair translate.
Ambitious Zeal may seem divinely rais'd,
But should, when well consider'd first, be prais'd.
Nor should those Ardours be rejected quite,
Since I sometimes those spreading Flames excite;
But still the Spirit to the Seer should yield,
And Extasy to Reason quit the Field,
Lest Madness should the fiery Soul surprize,
Or Scandals from ungovern'd Fervours rise,
Or Thou despair when All thy bold
Pretence despise.
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Yet sometimes holy Violence may controul
The brutish Passions of the
Sensual Soul;
Slight the
Remonstrances of Flesh and Blood,
And only make its own
Dominion good;
The
Rebel to a just
Subjection bring,
And make the Spirit reign a
Sovereign King;
Chastise the stubborn Soul, till mortify'd
It lays its Vanity, and veils its Pride,
And in
a little can
Contentment find,
To all the sharpest Pains of Heavenly Life resign'd.
XII. In your Patience possess ye your Souls.
Believer.
AT last, my God! at last I see,
Since Happiest Lives perplex'd may be,
How needful Patience is for me.
For, tho I Peace alone pursue,
Rough Broils and Wars are all in view,
And all my Days disturb'd and few.
Christ.
True, Son! then never dream of Peace,
Where every Cross and every Pain may cease.
True Peace with Tribulation may reside,
And ne'r be lost, tho fiercely try'd.
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Thou think'st it's hard to suffer here,
But canst thou Hell's
Eternal Tortures bear?
Wouldst thou from Hell's
Eternal Tortures fly?
Then learn to bear an angry Sky.
Among the softest Fools enquire,
They too on Earth have sometimes felt the Fire,
(Perhaps with Pleasures mixt;) so roll in Sin,
And never feel Remorse within.
They'd satiate all their wild Desires,
But Ah! how soon the fading Sweet expires!
As Clouds of Smoak in loose Dispersion fly,
So all the Sons of Pleasure die.
No Mark of all their Joys remains,
Their Lives are rack'd with never-ceasing Pains;
Those Toys in which they fix supream Delight,
Those very Toys their Pains excite.
So wisely God's Decrees are laid,
That where the World has wretched Captives made,
That very World should have a poisonous Sting,
And Sorrows and Confusions bring.
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Like Russian Bears for Honey, They
Their Souls in pawn for bitter Sweets can lay.
But Thou, my Son, thy native Lusts subdue,
And self-denying Ways pursue.
Delight in God thy Lord, and He
Will give the Wishes of thy Heart to Thee.
Wouldst Thou have Comfort? have sincere Delight?
Lo I thy thirsty Soul invite.
Give o're this paltry World, and all
Which here fond Men
their Sweets, their Comforts call;
So Blessings shall thy Heart, thy Head surround,
With inexhausted Favours crown'd.
The more Thou'rt wean'd from Earth below,
The more, the sweeter still my Comforts flow:
But e're the Race be gain'd, the Battel won,
Thou'lt thro a thousand Dangers run.
Ill Habits, Flesh, the Prince of Hell
With utmost Force will struggling Grace repel:
But Prayer and Zeal, and grounded Vertue may
The furious Opposition lay,
And lawful Industry obstruct their fatal Sway.
XIII. Let this Mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.
Christ.
MY Son! who e're rejects my lightsom Yoke,
Who e're would his Obedience vow'd revoke,
Rejects my Grace, and real Good must lose,
While He his own fantastic Dreams pursues.
Who e're unfreely to his Pastor bends,
That Guide whom God with Heaven's Commission sends,
He'll still indulge his Lusts, and murmur still,
And kick against his great Creator's Will.
Then swiftly to thy
lawful Teachers yield,
If o're thy self thou'dst win the glorious Field:
For
Foreign Foes to better Terms will come,
When
Rebels once are throughly quell'd at
at Home.
Self is a deadly Foe, when
Self presumes,
And Rebel-Arms against the Mind assumes,
That
Self then with a just Contempt despise,
If thou'dst victorious o're the stubborn Inmate rise.
Thou quak'st to hear of just Obedience; why?
Because that
Self, thy
darling Self is by.
Is't then so much when Dust and Nothing can
For God's dear sake submit to Godlike Man?
Yet I, the mighty God, the Lord of All
Whose Word from Nothing spoke this pondrous Ball,
I stoop'd to Earth, assum'd inferiour Mould,
And for thy sake my self to Sufferings sold;
That thou might'st humble thy advancing Pride,
I like a Slave abus'd, affronted, dy'd.
Learn then vile Dust! learn wretched mouldring Clay!
Thy Head beneath the meanest Fooosteps lay.
Learn, learn at last to break thy stubborn Will,
And of a Subject all the pious Parts fulfil.
Let Zeal against thy self enflame Thee more
Than all thy furious Passions could before;
Bow to the meanest Slave; let Beggars be
Superiour in thy own Esteem to Thee.
Wouldst Thou, vain Dust, of harsh Affronts complain?
How oft hast thou deserv'd Eternal Pain?
How oft hast thou affronted Him, whose Hand
Could Heaven and Hell to just Revenge command?
My Eye yet spar'd Thee, that thy self might see
How dear thy Soul's Salvation was to Me.
That Thou my treasur'd Love mightst throughly know,
Thy grateful Heart and Lips with Praises flow;
That Thou mightst Favour in Obedience find,
Be always to the Hand of Heaven resign'd,
And to a
Self-contempt reduce thy Humble Mind.
XIV. How unsearchable are his Judgments, and his Ways past finding out!
Believer.
ON me, blest God, thy Thunders break,
And Terror all thy Judgments speak;
My Soul the dreadful Cracks confound,
My trembling Bones the dismal Sound.
Astonish'd, Dearest Lord, I see
The Heavens themselves impure to Thee;
Since Angels Sins were punish'd there,
How foul must wretched I appear?
Those Stars from Heaven thy Vengeance threw,
And what can sinful Ashes do?
Those, once who made a glittering show
On Earth, now sink to Pains below;
And those who Angels Bread could eat,
Would now be glad of Husks for Meat.
All our pleasing Actions, we
All our Good receive from Thee.
If thy Hand the Vessel steer
Wise our happy Cares appear;
If the Helm thy Mercy quit,
We to Seas and Storms submit.
All our Courage, Lord, we own
From thy Hand descends alone;
Only then our Hearts are sure,
When by thy Defence secure;
But our Guards in vain we keep,
If thy Eyelids close to sleep.
Left, alas! We sink, we perish;
But our Lives thy Favours cherish;
Cold, Unstable, Wretched We
Are confirm'd and warm'd by Thee.
O then how mean and low
I to
my self should show!
What Good
in Me may seem,
How little worth esteem!
But O! what Gloom around
Thy Judgments, Lord, is found!
With what Submissions I
Before thy Feet should lie!
Since to
my Self I there
Poor
Nothing, Lord, appear!
O Weight unmeasurable!
O Deeps unnavigable!
Where I can
Nothing find
Of
Me but Shade and Wind.
Where's then my secret Pride?
How can my Heart confide
In poor fantastick Dreams
Of Vertues native Beams,
Since all my Glories, tost
On Judgment's Seas, are lost?
Lord in thy Sight
What Toys are we?
How vain, how light,
Compar'd with Thee?
Shall Dust invade
The Scorners Chair?
With Him who made
Himself compare?
He bears no part
With fancy'd
Wits,
Whose humble Heart
To God submits.
He'll all the Pride
Of Earth refuse,
Whom Vertues guide,
And Truth subdues.
He can't Mens vain
Applause endure,
Whose Hopes remain
In God secure.
For
Those who praise
Are
Nothings found,
And only raise
An empty Sound;
Their Words are blown
To Fairy Lands,
And Truth alone
Eternal stands.
XV. Ye ought to say, If the Lord Will.
Christ.
THUS then, my Son, thy humble Thoughts declare;
Lord, if it please Thee, grant thy Servant's Prayer!
Lord, if my Action may thy Praise proclaim,
O bless it with thy own auspicious Name!
Lord, if it useful, or expedient be,
O for thy Glory bless thy Works to Me!
But if They hurtful to my Soul may prove,
Or won't my happy future State improve,
From Me such fond Desires, Dear Lord, remove!
Tho right and good to me my Thoughts appear,
They mayn't the Spirit's sacred Impress bear;
And if from
Spirits Good or Bad they flow,
For Men it's hard, it's very hard to know.
Nay sometimes Flesh and Blood
their Dreams may bring,
And eager Hopes from swelling Lusts may spring;
So oft deceiv'd we think those Flames Divine,
Which only with a faint inferiour Lustre shine.
If then some lovely Object strike thy Soul,
With pious Cares and humble Fears controul
Thy eager Wishes, and thy All resign
To th' firm Decrees of Providence Divine.
Say;
Lord, Thou knowest alone what's best for Me;
May all my Works receive their Turn from Thee!
What, when, how much than wilt, Dear Father, give,
While I beneath thy Wise Directions live!
O do thy Pleasure with Me, make Me still
Advance thy Glory, and observe thy Will!
O guide Me, fix Me by thy powerful Hand,
And Me at large in all Estates command!
Thy Hand now holds Me; lead Me, turn Me round;
But let Me still in Holy Paths be found!
Lo I thy Servant here prepar'd and free,
Nor would I live, Lord, to my Self, but Thee.
O may my Heart and Tongue in Heavenly Praise agree.
The Prayer.
Believer.
TO me, O tender Jesus, give
Thy Grace within my Heart to live,
That it may all my Fears survive!
Lord, guide my Wishes, guide my Will!
O make them seek thy pleasure still,
And gladly thy Commands fulfil!
O let
my Pleasure, Lord, be
thine;
To follow Thee my Thoughts incline,
And to thy sacred Laws confine!
What e're I wish, what e're refuse,
Let Me thy sacred Book peruse,
And all by thy Directions chuse!
Lord, make Me die to things below;
And thro' Neglect and Scorns to go
For what thy wondrous Loves bestow.
In Thee let all my Wishes rest!
Let happy peace possess my Breast,
With thy supporting Favours blest!
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On Thee my Dovelike Soul relies;
But when it out at random flies,
It only Floods and Storms descries.
In Thee, O only Good! in Thee
My easy fearless Thoughts shall be,
Blest with immense Security.
XVI. He alone comforts Ʋs in all our Tribulations.
Believer.
LORD, while
Here, my Expectations
Ne're pretend to Consolations;
Endless Comforts, endless Blisses
Oft engage my purer Wishes:
But on Earth I ne're shall find them,
But on Earth I ne're design'd them.
All the Joys of Earth possessing,
I should quickly lose the Blessing;
Look, my Soul, then, look above Thee,
Let no common Pleasures move Thee!
God alone has Consolation;
He's the Poors, and thy Salvation.
Wait my Soul a while, expect it,
He who promis'd won't neglect it,
But abundant Blessings send Thee,
And With flowing Sweets attend Thee.
If thy sickly craving Fancy
Would to Earthly Joys advance Thee,
They'l at last, alas! deceive Thee,
And Diviner Favours leave Thee.
Use the World, but use't in measure,
Grasping still at endless Treasure.
Slight the fawning Fairs Caresses,
Since ordain'd for greater Blisses.
All created Pleasures flowing,
And their softest Charms bestowing
On Thee, ne're could satisfy Thee,
But superiour Joys would fly Thee.
God alone, who made, can bless Thee,
And with true Delights possess Thee;
Not with those the World admires,
Nor what Folly mov'd desires,
But what faithful Souls delight in,
Pleasures pure, and Sweets inviting;
Joys the cleanest Hearts attending,
While in Heavenly Flights ascending.
Short and vain are worldly Pleasures,
Fixt and sure Celestial Treasures.
Jesus too attends the Motions
Of the pious Soul's Devotions,
And with Comforts round secures Him,
And of endless Life assures Him.
Jesus, Dearest Lord, defend Me,
And with guarding Flames attend Me!
And when Humane Comforts fail Me,
Let no dark Despair assail Me,
But thy boundless Goodness guide Me,
And reward Me when t' has try'd Me:
For thy Mercy fails us never,
And thy Anger burns not ever.
XVII. Casting all your Care upon Him, for he careth for You.
Christ.
MY Son, complain not, murmur not, if I
With Thee the Methods of my Wisdom try,
I who alone thy utmost Wants descry.
Thou think'st as
Men would think, as sensless Fools
Brought up in Reason's long Corrupted Schools,
Strangers to Faith, and Hell's uneasy Tools.
Believer.
Truth Lord! thy Cares are more for Me
Than Mine, tho for my Self, could be;
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And He must stand but weakly sure,
Whose Faith can't rest in Thee secure.
Lord, make my Will subscribe to Thee,
And act thy Pleasure then with Me;
For all thy Management will prove
Th' Effect of Goodness and of Love.
If thou in Darkness chain me, Lord,
Thy Goodness I'll with Praise record:
If Thou with Light my Soul enflame,
I'll sing to thy Illustrious Name:
If Thou my Heart with Comforts fill,
I'll still adore and praise Thee still:
If laid in gloomy Dungeons low,
My Lips shall still with thy Immortal Praises flow.
Christ.
It's all thy Duty, Son! The pious Mind
Must always be to Providence resign'd:
And Sufferings welcome there as Joys must be,
And Wealth no more admir'd than slighted Poverty.
Believ.
For Thee, Dear Lord! I'll gladly bear
What e're thy Dispensations are.
Let Good or Bad, let Sharp or Sweet,
Let Joys or Griefs around Me meet;
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The Dole thy Gracious Hand shall leave
For Me, I'll still with Thanks receive.
From Sins, Dear Saviour, keep Me clear,
And I nor Death nor Hell can fear;
O don't
for ever Me disclaim,
Nor from
thy Book deface
my Name:
Then let a thousand Sorrows fall
On Me, with Patience I'll support them all.
XVIII. Thro' many Tribulations ye must enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.
Christ.
MY Son, to save Thee when I left the Skies,
I could a mighty Mass of Woes despise;
Freely I came from those blest Seats above,
Unforc'd by Power, tho constrain'd by Love,
That Thou might'st with submissive Patience go
Thro' all the Miseries of Life below.
From my first Birth, till on the Cross I dy'd,
I still continued on the suffering side;
Great Wants and Curses loud and great I bore,
The Sinner's Follies, and the Scorner's Store;
With base Ingratitude for Kindness I
Was paid, for Miracles with Blasphemy:
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I preach'd the
Truth, but, Ah too rarely mov'd
The sinful Soul, but was for sacred
Truth reprov'd.
Believ.
Since Patience, Lord, thy Practice sway'd,
And all thy Father's Rules obey'd,
How humbly, Lord, should I fulfil,
A sinful Wretch, thy gracious Will?
With what Submissions undergo
The Pains of easeless Life below?
Tho Life's unwieldy Load oppress,
Thy Grace, Lord, makes the Burden less;
And He who can thy Footsteps trace,
May with thy Saints obtain the Race.
What strange Obscurities of Old
Did thy peculiar Flock enfold,
When Jewish Bounds thy Church confin'd,
And few to Heavenly Joys enclin'd!
Yet then thy Blood their Bliss procur'd?
Thy saving Death their Lives ensur'd,
Else on the Gloom of Sufferings tost,
They'd been in Woes Eternal Mazes lost.
To Thee what Praise then should We pay,
Who show'st the Good, the Perfect Way,
Whence I, and all thy faithful Seed
May to Eternal Joys proceed?
Thy blest Example shows the Way;
And He who follows Patience, may
With Thee, our Lord, our Head, appear,
And Crowns of endless Glories wear.
Thy teaching, thy preceding Light
Alone could backward Souls excite,
Who else a fatal Course had run,
By their own wandring Thoughts undone.
Thy Miracles, thy Words Divine
Could scarce our lazy Hearts incline;
But whither, whither had we gone,
Had not thy saving Beams before our Footsteps shone!
XIX. He endur'd the Cross, despising the Shame.
Christ.
GIVE o're Complaints, my Son; give o're
Those deep-drawn Sighs, those flowing Tears;
Think what for Thee thy dear Redeemer bore,
Think what the dying Martyr bears!
Think what a Flood
Of sacred Blood,
Think what a Sea of Crimson Gore
From Me, from all my dying Servants flow'd;
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Yet Thine still safely fills thy Purple Veins,
While We endur'd a thousand Pains,
Strongly tempted, deeply wounded,
And with Heaps of Woes surrounded.
Weigh well these mighty Sufferings, then compare
Thy own with their prodigious Share;
Blush, if Impatience swell thy thoughtful Breast,
When with so small a Burden prest:
Nay look for more; that, if a Storm should rise,
No stubborn Murmurs may thy Heart surprize.
The more thy Soul to Heav'n resigns,
The more thy sacred Wisdom shines.
By Use the Burden lighter proves;
Say not,
Had nobler Hands the Wounds bestow'd,
No mean disgrace from nobler Hands had flow'd;
But all my Spleen and Anger moves,
To see a base ungrateful Slave
His Benefactor's Passions brave;
An unoblig'd, a great Man's Scorn
I had without Reluctance born,
But here I Pardon crave.
Fond sensless Thoughts! Where heavenly Patience grows,
It no such
nice Distinction knows;
Ne're values Men nor Injuries,
But lifts its humble Eyes
To Him whose glorious Hand bestows the Victor's Prize.
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Talk not of Patience, if thy Hand must choose
Thy Burden, or the Weight refuse;
Patience regards not
What nor
Who
An Injury may do,
But to the sacred Exercise submits,
And easy under every Trial sits.
It the Creator, not the Creature views,
And with
submissive Eyes pursues
Its
Maker's Hand, and can repose
On what its
Maker's Hand bestows.
He knows,
small Sufferings for his Master's Name
A
vast Reward may claim,
Not to
Deserts by
Justice paid,
But by
free Goodness down to
humble Hearts convey'd.
Up then! for Wars prepare,
If Thou the Crown wouldst wear!
Patience, if unfading found,
Patience may at last be crown'd.
If thou manly Deeds pursue,
The
Promise is to
Sufferers due.
Rest by Labour is obtain'd,
And Victory by Fighting gain'd.
Believer.
Help then, O help Me, Lord, by
powerful Grace!
Impossibilities deface!
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Impossibility's no more,
When Grace has fill'd the Heart before.
Thou know'st my Weakness, Lord, how soon
My Hope, my Strength, my Vigor's done.
Little, I little can perform
To stem the Tide, or face the Storm.
O touch my Soul with Heavenly Love!
Till soaring tow'rd those Joys above,
Afflictions I with Scorn may view,
And still a steady Course pursue.
To suffer, Lord, a while for Thee,
Must bring Salvation sure and Happiness to me.
XX. Miserable, and Poor, and Blind, and Naked.
Believ.
LOrd, to Thee I'll now confess
All my own Unrighteousness;
All my own Infirmity
I'll acknowledg, Lord, to Thee.
Oft I'm griev'd, and oft dejected,
When with smallest Pains affected:
Oft a brave Resolve I take;
But the least Temptations shake
All my Courage, and confound Me,
When those Common Straits surround Me.
Sometimes from the
meanest Cause
Hell a
strong Temptation draws.
When a sudden Blast o'rethrows Me,
And from all Assurance blows Me.
See my
Wretchedness, and see,
Lord, what
Weakness reigns in Me!
Save Me, snatch Me from the Deep,
Lest I there for ever sleep!
Most this grieves Me, most it wounds Me,
That my Lust so soon confounds Me;
Tho my Soul be ne're consenting,
Yet the Labours of preventing
Too
uneasy make my Life,
Wearied with the constant Strife.
Plainer still my Frailties show,
While corrupted Notions flow
Fast upon my Mind, but prove
Tedious, grievous to remove.
Dearest Lover, Lord! of Souls,
Whose Almighty Power controuls
All above and all below,
Pity on thy Slave bestow!
All my Toils and Labours view,
And with aiding Grace pursue!
Fill Me with Celestial Strength,
Lest rebellious Flesh at length
O're my fainting Mind prevail,
And my inward Wisdom fail.
Tedious Wars may fatal be,
And betray
my self to
Me.
What a wretched
Life is
This,
Where we ne're can Sorrows miss?
Where Perplexities and Woes,
Crafty Friends and mighty Foes
All my Steps around enclose.
Some departing, more approaching,
And the Tempter more encroaching.
Sorrows still on Sorrows ride
With a dismal pompous Pride,
Like the
Higre on the
Tide.
O who can love a Life distracted so,
All whose Streams with Wormwood flow,
Fill'd with Trouble, bankt with Woe?
How's that
true Life which Death and Plagues, creates?
Yet how great a Number rates
All those Cares as Delicates!
They'l cry,
The World is false, the World is vain,
And yet from
it can't refrain;
Lust will still the Field maintain.
The World to Us our
fleshly Lust commends,
That our
Pride of Life pretends,
That our
greedy Eye defends:
But when we think of Griefs, and think of Pains,
Griping Mischiefs, weighty Chains,
Hatred then triumphant reigns.
A vitiated Tast the Mind deceives,
And so false a Gusto leaves,
As for
Honey Gall receives.
God then
the Mind can neither taste nor see,
Nor how Sweet or Gracious He,
Nor how pleasant Truth may be.
But those who throughly can the World despise,
To their Maker only Wise,
Love their Heavenly Exercise:
They know those Sweets to well-purg'd Minds ensur'd,
And of Inferiour Longings cur'd,
Live from the World's false Snares, and wheedling
Arts secur'd.
XXI. And now, Lord, what is my Hope? truly my Hope is even in Thee.
Believ.
LIfe my Soul of Peace possest,
On thy Dear Redeemer's Breast,
He's the
Saints Eternal Rest.
Dearest, Sweetest
Jesus, store
Me with Love, to love thee more
Than I could the World before!
Make Me love Thee more than Feature,
More than all the Pride of Nature
In the fairest, softest Creature!
More than Honour, more than Glory,
More than boundless Territory,
Or a Mighty Name in Story!
More than Subtilty or Parts,
More than Riches, or than Arts,
Or the Joys a World imparts!
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Make Me love Thee more than Fame,
Or the loudest sounding Name,
Or than Comforts Heavenly Flame!
More than all those treasur'd Sweets
Hope in every Promise meets,
When it dawning Glory greets!
More than Merits or Desire,
Or than thy Superiour Fire
Can with all its Beams inspire!
More than Pleasure, more than Gladness,
Or a Mind when purg'd from Sadness,
Extasy'd to Holy Madness!
More than Captain Angels, more
Than those Spirits which before
Thy All-glorious Throne adore!
More than I believe or see,
More than all on Earth can be,
Which, my God, which is not
Thee!
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Thou, my Lord, my God, art blest;
Goodness centers in thy Breast:
God most High, and most Puissant,
God most full and Allsufficient;
Sweetest, Kindest, Fairest, Loving,
And thy Kindness still improving;
All that's Good and Perfect, we
Can at once discern in
Thee.
All thy noblest Gifts and Light
Move me not, nor e're excite
My faint Wishes, only
Thee,
Lord, I pant and long to see.
O my Heart can never rest
Satisfy'd within my Breast,
Till my Thoughts above can rise,
All created Joys despise,
Far above all Blessings soar,
And with
Thee thy Self adore.
Jesus, O my Love, my Spouse,
Lord of purest, chastest Vows,
To Whom humble Nature bows.
O who'l give swift Wings to
Me,
That I might, from Fetters free,
Fly to Heaven, and rest with
Thee!
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When, O when, Lord, shall my Heart
Gain in Thee, my Love, a Part,
And discern how sweet thou art!
When shall I from Sins at leisure,
And possest with sacred Pleasure,
Long and
Love beyond all Measure!
Oft I sigh, and oft I groan,
Much my Suffering, loud my Moan
In this Vale of Tears alone.
Oft disturb'd, distracted I,
Hindred, clouded, fetter'd ly,
And can't to thy Embraces fly.
Let my Sighs, my Groanings move Thee,
Tho distrest on Earth, I love Thee;
Let my Sighs and Groanings move Thee!
Jesus, O Eternal Light!
With Immortal Glories bright!
Comfort of the wandring Soul!
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Tho my Language Silence be,
Silence can be heard by Thee,
While I thus my self condole:
O how long, how long, Dear Lord,
When wilt thou one Smile afford
To thy poor neglected Slave!
Send thy Hand, O send thy Power,
Save me from the dreadful Hour!
From the gloomy dismal Grave!
Fly, O fly, my God to me,
All my Joys are fixt in Thee;
But without Thee Days and Hours
Only hang their drooping Wings,
While my cheerful Table sings,
Furnish'd by thy kinder Powers.
Wretched, tangled, hopeless I
In a gloomy Prison lie,
Till thy Beams of Light Divine
From this Bondage set me free,
And thy Countenance on Me
With reviving Honours shine.
Let others other Joys admire,
Thou, Lord, art all my Heart's Desire;
Thou, Lord, alone canst please me here,
My God, my Hope, my Safety dear!
I'll ne're be silent, never cease,
But to thy Throne my Prayers address,
Till to my Soul Thou speak'st these Words of Peace;
Christ.
(Lo here am I! Dear Soul, I come to thee,
Since Thou hast call'd so much, so long to Me;
Thy Contrite Humble Heart, thy Prayers and Tears
Broke thro the Clouds, and reach'd my Sacred Ears,
And to assist Thee, lo! thy God appears.)
And till reviving I
Can thus in Heart reply;
Believer.
Lord, I have call'd and long'd for Thee,
Prepar'd to quit the World below,
Since first thy Favours shin'd on Me,
And mov'd my Heart, before too slow.
I'll seek thee soon; O blest, O prais'd
For ever be my God, my Lord!
Who for his Slave Assistance rais'd,
And would his Mercy's Helps afford!
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What more, Lord, can thy Servant say,
But humbly at thy Footstool lay
Himself, His Misery, and confess
His Sins and native Wretchedness!
For Nothing, Nothing like to Thee
Can all Created Nature see.
O Thou thy Father's Wisdom! may
The World to Thee their
Praises pay!
O may my Lips, my Soul, my All,
On Thee with constant Praises call;
While all the wide Creation vies
To raise thy Sacred Name above the lofty Skies!
XXII. Lord, I remembred Thee upon my Bed, and thought on Thee when I was waking!
Believer.
LOrd, by
thy Laws my Heart enlarge!
O teach Me by
thy Rules to move;
By
thy Commands my Sense improve,
That I may know
their weighty Charge!
That I with reverent Industry
May all thy gracious Acts recal,
Express a grateful Heart for all
That noblest Sacrifice to Thee!
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Yet when I've done my Best, I know
My Thanks thy Favours can't repay,
My Merits claim one sailing Ray,
Since Thou'rt so
high, and I so
low.
The Charming Face, the Prudent Mind,
Inward and outward Graces all
From thy extended Bounties fall,
And prove our mighty Maker
kind.
Ten Talents some perhaps may gain,
Some only Two, and some but One;
But all Pretence to Pride is gone,
Since
All to Thee for
All retain.
Those Odds, no Mines of native Grace,
But thy discerning Goodness made;
And Favours there are kindly laid,
Where Gratitude assumes the Place.
That Man, who can Himself despise,
And all his secret Frailties know,
And from his Knowledg humbler grow,
May still to greater Favours rise.
Nor should the meanest gifted Mind
Disorder'd or dejected mourn,
With Anger or with Envy burn;
But ground for grateful Praises find.
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He'd thy impartial Hand adore,
Thy Goodness and thy Mercy free,
Since all at last descends from Thee,
Thou giv'st the
least and
largest Store.
Not Man's, but God's great Wisdom knows
What Seeds best sute the fruitful Field,
What Soils the fairest Crops can yield,
And thence proportion'd Gifts bestows.
Blest be my God, whose careful Hand
Kept Me from empty Glories free,
Lest Insolence and Vanity
Should my too easy Soul command.
My meanest, poorest Fortunes I
Ungriev'd and undejected bear;
And with an easy chearful Air
Can to my trusty Guardian fly.
The Poor, the Wretched, Lord, and those
Whom most the rugged World despise,
Are dearest to thy gracious Eyes,
And thy
Domestick Train compose.
Thy great Apostles, Lord, were
poor,
When o're the Convert World they reign'd;
Yet ne're of Poverty complain'd,
In their Integrity secure.
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Their Breasts no Guile nor Malice swell'd,
Nor Pride but when they suffer'd Shame,
Dear Jesus, for thy Sacred Name,
And Truth with firm Embraces held.
He then, who Loves Thee, Lord, who knows
How large thy
Benefactions are,
Will for thy Smiles his Joys declare,
And for thy Love's Immortal Flows.
More blest in his despis'd Estate
Than those above the rest enthron'd;
And more at ease, when scarcely own'd,
Than those who grasp a Regal Fate:
More pleas'd to be despis'd and scorn'd,
Unseen, unknown, without a Name,
Than Flutterers on the Wings of Fame,
With Honour's gaudy Arms adorn'd.
To Him thy Loves more Glories bring
Than all Atchievements here below;
And thence more happy Comforts flow,
Than from the largest Gifts, or wondrous Act can spring.
XXIII. The Fruits of Righteousness are sown in Peace.
Christ.
MY Son, I'll teach Thee now the peaceful Way,
Where Freedom will with Ease around Thee stay.
Believer.
Speak, Dearest Lord, O speak to Me!
Thy Rules must all delightful be.
Christ.
Not Others Counsels, but thy own refuse:
A small Estate before a greater chuse.
Love to be subject, envy'd Places shun;
Pray that my Will in Thee may all be done.
Obey these Rules, and they'l thy Joys increase,
With perfect Pleasure, and with perfect Peace.
Believer.
Few are thy Words, but perfect, Lord;
And Sense and wondrous Fruits afford.
O could I keep them faithfully!
I should from inward Broils be free.
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And only
then Disturbance find,
When from thy sacred Rules declin'd.
O Thou Almighty Lord, whose Love
Rests where industrious Souls improve,
O grant Me greater Graces still,
That I may all my Words fulfil;
And,
to be sav'd at last, obey thy sacred Will!
A Prayer against Evil Thoughts.
O My God, I fly to Thee,
Go not, go not far from Me!
Help Me, Lord! My God, receive Me!
Don't to strong Temptations leave Me!
Wild my Thoughts are, vast my Fears;
See the threatning Storm appears!
How, O how shall I subdue it,
Or unshockt, unhurt go thro it!
Lord, thy Promise was of old;
I'll the Massive Gates unfold,
Trample or'e the Tempter's Powers,
Batter down the brazen Towers,
Set the groaning Prisoners free,
And reveal my Self to Thee.
Such thy Promise was of Old,
Grant, O grant the Bliss foretold!
Then shall all my Tempters flie,
Then my wicked Thoughts shall die.
All my Hope, my Consolation
In the deepest Tribulation,
Is,
my God, to trust in Thee,
Is,
my Lord, to fly to Thee,
Is,
my Life, to pray to Thee,
And believe Thou'lt pity Me.
A Prayer for inward Illumination.
FILL, Holy Jesus, fill my Soul
With
inward Light! The Clouds controul,
Which now about my Judgment roll!
Keep me from Wandrings, set me free
From Tempters Force and Subtlety;
And Fight, my God, O Fight for Me!
Beat down my Brutish Lusts! subdue
Those Fiends which now my Peace pursue;
That I may Praise on Praise renew!
That in
a Conscience clear and sound,
A Palace may
for God be found,
And all with Heavenly Hymns resound.
Lord, quell the Storm, the Surges bind,
And hush the rugged Northern Wind,
That I a
Halcyon Calm may find!
Send out thy Light, thy Truth Divine,
That they around the World may shine,
And let, O let some Sparks be Mine!
My Soul's a barren Wild; O shew
Thy fertilizing Grace! Imbue
My Heart with thy Celestial Dew!
With pure Devotion's gentle Rain
Moisten and warm the sandy Plain,
Till all a fruitful Verdure gain!
Lord, raise my Soul with Sins opprest,
And O inspire my panting Breast
With Sighs for
thy Eternal Rest!
Till by that Prelude ravish'd, I
On Wings of Rapture mount the Sky,
Lull'd with Immortal Harmony.
From Creature-Comforts set me free;
From all Created Vanity,
O Dearest Saviour, rescue Me!
My Doglike Appetite renews,
And Sorrow all my Steps pursues,
When I those
little Comforts use.
O bind me fast with Bands of Love,
That I from Thee may ne're remove,
Till with thy Self, the Dearest Object, fixt above.
XXIV. Be not Wise overmuch.
Christ.
DOn't be too Curious, nor with empty Cares
Engage thy Thoughts in vexing Snares:
What's
this or
That to
Thee?
Thy Business is to
follow Me:
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What's Thy Concern if Men be
So or
So,
If thus they
Speak, or thus they
Do?
Thou no Account for
them shalt give,
But for thy
Self; And would'st thou wish to live
In Dark Perplexities?
All Things I know; and what the Sun can see
Is visible and plain to Me:
I all Affairs anatomize:
I know Mens inmost Thoughts and private Wills,
And what their utmost Hopes fulfils.
Leave then such Things to Me,
And let
Peace inhabit Thee:
Of
That let nothing
here thy Soul bereave;
Let Others all their vain Designs pursue,
Their Words and Deeds shall all receive their Due,
Since None can Me deceive.
Hunt not the Shadow of a Mighty Name,
Nor boast of Freedoms, or of private Love;
In Thee such Hopes too large a Share will claim,
Thy Heart with gloomy Fancies move.
To Thee I'd freely all my Will reveal,
From Thee no needful Truths conceal,
Would'st Thou but watch my Coming carefully,
And open all thy Gates to Me.
Be careful then, and watch to Prayer,
And let thy Modest Deeds thy Humble Thoughts declare.
XXV. The Fruits of the Spirit are Joy, Peace, Goodness.
Christ.
THus I, my Son! declar'd of Old;
Lo! I leave my Peace with You;
Lo! I give my Peace to You,
Not as Worldly Men may do;
Peace indeed I give to You.
Thus I promis'd Mine of old.
Peace is the Common Wish, alas! But few
Those sacred Paths which lead to
Peace pursue.
My Peace is Meek, and Humble Judgments guides,
And loves to live where Patience most resides:
Hear Me, Obey Me, and thou soon shalt find
Her Balmy Dews relax thy labouring Mind.
Believer.
What shall I do then, Lord?
Chr.
Observe thy Way,
Thy Words and Deeds with Curious Eyes survey;
To please thy God alone in
All design;
Nor to another Lord's Commands incline:
Ne're meddle, Son! with Other Mens Affairs;
With no Censorious Wit augment thy Cares.
Live but at Home, and Peace shall live with Thee,
Thy Mind from griping Cares and wild Distractions free.
But to be wholly loos'd from Earth below,
Earth can't, but Heaven may at last bellow.
But if thou'rt in a stupid sensless State,
Don't thence thy Peace and calm Enjoyments date.
Think not it's
Peace when thou canst see no Foe,
Nor
well when all things to thy Wishes go,
Nor all thy Extasies and Heats admire,
As if just kindled by Celestial Fire.
Man may his Case, in spite of These mistake,
And from
false Premises a false Conclusion make.
Believer.
How, Lord, then may I throughly know my State!
Christ.
On Me let all thy Soul's Affections wait;
Seek not thy Self, but with an easy Mind
Some ground for Thanks in all Conditions find;
Weigh all Events; be Grateful, Patient, Bold,
Nor by each sudden seeming Cloud controul'd.
In
Storms thy Soul for
greater Storms prepare,
And still Submission to thy Lord declare;
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Own
thy Demerits, and
his gentler Hand,
No more against his Heavenly Justice stand;
In every Change thy Maker vindicate;
Adore his Providence in every State;
Keep
Self beneath, thy Master's Praises sing,
True Peace, true Hopes and Joys from that blest Source will spring.
XXVI. And establish me with thy
free Spirit.
Believer.
NO more, if perfect, Lord! should I
From Heavenly Contemplations turn my Eye,
But thro' a Wood of Thorny Care,
A Heart unheavy, undistemper'd bear;
Not out of dull Stupidity,
But from a Soul serene, and free
From all created Loves and worldly Vanity.
Save, Dearest Lord! O save my Soul,
Lest Cares of sensual Life my Thoughts controul,
Lest outward Wants betray my Mind,
And I Delights in Earthy Chains should find;
Lest I, with Troubles broke, should fail;
And Doubts and Fears above my Faith prevail!
Unclog my Thoughts, enlarge my Mind,
Till I may soar, no more confin'd,
High as Ethereal Flames, and loose as Air or Wind.
O Thou, my God, my Life, my Dear,
In whom ineffable Delights appear,
Embitter all my Joys below,
That I no
Sweets but in
thy Self may know!
From Carnal Goods O turn my Heart,
Which but a
vitiated Gust impart!
Free Me, O free Me from the Snares,
Which
Flesh and Blood for
Flesh and Blood prepares!
Let not the World's poor short-liv'd Pride,
Nor Hell's designing Prince my Thoughts divide!
Give Me but Strength, and I'll oppose
The busy Malice of my active Foes!
Give Patience, that I all may bear,
And Constancy in Truth to persevere!
For all those Comforts here below,
On Me thy Spirit's Fragrant Oils bestow!
All Earthly Passions, Lord, remove,
And thro' my Soul diffuse thy own immortal Love!
Lo! Meats, and Drinks, and Clothes, and All
Those Goods for which our craving Bodies call,
Are but a Burden, Lord! to Me;
Teach Me to use them so, that all may see
How loose I to the World can sit,
And always to the Loss of
All submit.
My Life's not
Mine to lose, but I
Must fainting Nature's daily Wants supply,
But won't luxurious Stores pursue,
Lest so the Flesh the Spirit should subdue.
Lord, let thy Hand direct Me
here,
That I no wild Extreams may fear,
But safe between the Rocks of Want and Plenty steer.
XXVII. Take no care for the
Flesh to fulfil the
Lusts thereof.
Christ.
WOuldst Thou, my Son, Eternal Joys obtain?
Thy Self, thy All must first the Purchase clear;
Self-Love will more thy soaringThoughts restrain,
Than all those Charms which worldly things endear.
Self-Love attracts Temptations, and betrays
Man to the Malice of his Angry Foes.
The Love of Heaven treads all in perfect Ways,
No Bars can
there its lofty Flights oppose.
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Ne're covet
that which Thou canst ne're procure,
Nor strive to keep
what would thy Thoughts enslave.
Give
what Thou hast to Me, in Me secure,
And
all which thy immoderate Longings crave.
Why shouldst Thou pine with Woes, and waste with Cares?
Wait but on
Me, and Thou no harm shalt feel.
A
restless Thought a
wicked Heart declares,
And must in everlasting Darkness reel.
For
All, when gain'd, would
all defective prove,
And
Ambuscades on every hand appear,
And Storms would still the rolling Billows move,
The Mind be ruffled with distracting Fear.
A Mind from all Ambitious Fancies free
Is happier than with vast Abundance cloy'd;
Vain Wealth, Applause, and Honour's Pageantry,
Will be with this poor fleeting World destroy'd.
Height can't secure Thee, but a prudent Zeal;
A Peace ill-founded never long can last.
New Garments can't an ulcer'd Heart conceal,
Nor Thou be better, tho not what thou wast.
In Me thy Strength alone, thy Safety stands;
I change the Heart, and I reform the Mind;
Who leaves Me, quickly feels Hell's weighty Bands,
And from
one Danger snatch'd, will
greater Dangers find.
A Prayer for Purity and Wisdom.
SHEW Me, Lord, O shew thy Face!
O confirm my Heart with Grace!
Strengthen, Lord, my fainting Mind,
Now to worthless Cares inclin'd:
Wash my Eyes from needless Tears!
Purge my Soul from Doubts and Fears!
Purge it from impure Desires,
If it Gold or Dirt admires:
All alas! is Transitory;
All a Fiction, all a Story;
All a Blast, an empty Lie,
All vexatious Vanity!
Why should I a Shade pursue?
I alas! am dying too.
Give Me
Wisdom, Lord, to see
All's but Dirt compar'd with Thee.
Heav'nly Wisdom,
Jesus! send Me!
That, while common Sweets attend Me,
I may fix my Heart above,
And
Thee more than
all things love.
Teach Me, Lord, to know Thee more,
Shew Me all the wondrous Store
Of Mysterious Providence,
And enlarge my Soul and Sense!
If Thou make Me truly Wise,
I'll the fawning World despise;
Bear with humble Patience those
Who my Peaceful Course oppose.
Wisdom always keeps the Field,
Won't to noisy Language yield,
Scorns the Fool's prepost'rous choice,
Scorns the Sirens charming Voice;
Walks in Holy Paths secure,
Of Divine Protection sure.
Send
it, O my Saviour, send
it,
I'll with humblest Vows attend it.
XXVIII. Thou shalt be hid from the Scourge of the Tongue.
Christ.
MY Son, ne're murmur, tho the World accuse
Thy
spotless Name, thy
Innocence abuse.
When
that's all past, thy modest Thoughts must own
Thy
Self still worse, as to thy
Self best known;
They charge Thee
deep, but Thou canst quickly find
Guilt
deeper far disturb thy conscious Mind.
Try to be pure indeed; some Words have prov'd
Blest healing
Balms, tho first by
Malice mov'd.
Live hush'd in Silence, tho thy Fate's severe,
And undisturb'd their lavish Language hear;
True Innocence will heavenly Beauties show
Thro' all that noisom
Dirt the
villain World can throw.
No real Peace their
hinder Words could raise,
It's equal to Thee if they
Curse or Praise,
Thou'lt still remain unalter'd, still the same,
How e're they mangle thy advancing Fame.
In Me thy Peace, thy real Glory lies;
And He who can the common World despise,
Who neither fawns, nor fears a snarling Age,
May in those Sweets of endless Peace engage;
From sensless Fears and Love's Distractions rise,
The Soul well pois'd above the World's encumbrance flies,
XXIX. Count it all Joy when ye fall into divers Temptations.
Bel.
BLEST, Lord, O blest be thy great Name,
From whom my Sufferings gently came,
Who with a Father's tender hands,
Such Trials for his Son commands!
They come! They come! nor can I fly,
But open to their Lashes lie;
Only in thy extended Arms
I hope to rest secur'd from Harms.
Let, Lord, O let thy Rod to Me
Correction and Instruction be!
Lord, of my self, with fretful Rage
I'd still against thy Hand engage;
No Patience I, no humble Mind
Within my wretched Self can find.
What shall I say, dear Father, now?
Beneath thy weighty Strokes I bow;
O save me from the threatning Hour!
Or act me with thy saving Power;
Till humbler for my Follies grown,
I may thy wondrous Mercies own!
I'm
Poor, I'm
Nothing, but by
Thee,
Save, Lord, O save and rescue Me!
Patience, blest God! thy Patience give,
And I'll without repining live.
Be Thou my God, be Thou my Aid,
And, tho beneath vast Mountains laid,
That Weight I'll uncomplaining bear,
And shake off all the Terrors of insulting Fear.
What shall I say my God to Thee,
But,
Do thy Pleasure Lord with Me?
I merit Wrath, and thence for Woes
And Sufferings would my Thoughts compose.
In them, O may I Patience show,
Till off these rugged Tempests blow!
Thy mighty Hand alone can Me
From all
the Tempter's Furies free,
Baffle his Rage, and break his Might,
And save Me from approaching Night.
Save Me, my God, as when of old
Thou couldst my fainting Heart uphold!
I groan beneath thy weighty Chains,
Thy Hand can heal my Wounds, and ease my smarting Pains.
XXX. My Grace is sufficient for Thee.
Christ.
LO! I'm that God,
my Son, who comforts Thee,
Come then in Sufferings, only come to Me!
Comfort thou want'st, and Comforts soon would'st have,
Would'st Thou with greater Warmth my Comforts crave.
But Thou'dst
first to the
World's Assistance fly,
I'm but a Refuge in Extremity;
But all thy hopes are vain, till thou canst own
Me,
Me the Saviour of the Just alone.
No Creature-Aids, or Arts, or Counsels can
Remove those Sufferings which my Hands began.
Resume thy Spirits then! the Skies grow clear,
And bright again my Mercy's Beams appear;
Once more I'll raise thy Head, thy State restore,
As
Job severely try'd, was happier than before.
What? is there any thing that's
bard to Me?
When e're I promis'd, was I false to Thee?
Ah where's thy Faith! Thy sacred Confidence!
Stand fast for shame! Heroick Faith commence!
Be brave! be bold! The
Time of Comfort's nigh,
I now on rapid Wings to help Thee fly.
Let Hell's black Tyrant rage, let Nature fear;
Thy Temper shake; lo! I at hand appear!
Why should
Futurities torment thy Mind?
Sorrows alone such
dark Enquiries find.
To
Day thou liv'st indeed: and can't
To day
Lay Cares enough in thy uncertain way?
Such busy Thoughts are vain and useless all,
Wisdom will ne'r be scar'd with what may ne'r befal.
But what can narrow Souls imprison'd do?
Shamm'd off with
Air, and
gull'd with
empty show?
The gaudy Shadow draws their longing Eyes,
But swift as Dreams, the
gaudy Shadow flies.
Hell would abuse Thee, but ne're cares if Thou
To
Sin barefac'd or
painted Vertues bow.
If Love of
present things distract thy Soul,
Or
future Hopes thy
future Fears controul,
Stand fast! believe me! on my Mercy rest!
Perhaps when Sorrows most assault thy Breast,
When Hopes all ruin'd, Joys all lost appear,
I'm then
my Self with vast Advantage near.
Tho things go cross, they mayn't be desperate quite,
A sudden Prospect may confound the sight;
And He's
too weak, who sinks and drowns for fear,
When any Means untri'd to reach the Shores appear.
What tho I lash thee now? or seem to hide
My cheerful Glories? or in Clouds reside?
My Methods lead Thee tow'rd Eternal Light,
Thou'rt punish'd thus, but not deserted quite;
My Saints more Blessings in Afflictions find,
Than when the World is to their Wills resign'd.
I know thy secret unshap'd Thoughts, and know
A short Recess, a little Cloud below
May humble Thee, the Price of Heaven enhance,
And thy Salvation's happy means advance.
I gave; I take the Gift I gave before,
And can, when e're I please, the welcom Gift restore.
I gave, but gave my
proper Gifts alone;
I took, yet took not
Thine, but took
my own.
Each
truly Good, each
perfect Gift is
Mine,
Its Nature useful, and its Source Divine.
Then at my Dispensations ne're repine,
Nor murmur, tho a sharper Lot be Thine.
Faint not! Complain not! Night the Morning brings,
And
healing Joys drop from my balmy Wings.
I soon can make the weighty Burden light,
And Patience with illustrious Crowns requite;
And when
I sink Thee, or thy Fortunes
raise,
The World my Wisdom will my awful Justice praise.
Could'st thou be wise, & Truth, tho deep, descry,
Thou'dst ne're beneath my Rod dejected lie:
Affliction would thy happy Temper raise,
Thy Faith would flourish, & thy Lamp would blaze;
Snuff'd by the ruffling Winds to shine more bright,
But not by roughest Storms extinguish'd quite.
Nay Thou'ldst be Rapture all and Extasy,
So
kindly, tho so
sharply lash'd by Me.
Thou'lt be
a Son if thou endure
the Rod,
A
Saint, if
thankful to a
frowning God.
Thus to my Friends I oft discourst of old,
When I their
Business and Rewards foretold,
You, You my Brethren to my Heart are near,
As I'm to my immortal Father dear;
Yet them I sent, not to deluding
Joys,
But
bloody Fields, and
Battel's dreadful noise.
Not that the World should at their Footsteps fall,
But to be trampled and be scorn'd by All;
Not to a lazy Life, but mighty Toils;
Not to a downy Sleep, but endless Broils;
That forth they might the Fruits of Patience bring,
And in the sharpest Winter's Frosts maintain a constant Spring.
XXXI. Have not my Hands made all these things?
Believer.
LORD, wouldst thou have
Me come to
Thee,
Where Earth nor Hell shall trouble Me?
Then I'll greater Grace implore,
Give Me, Lord, O give me more!
While thus clog'd I ne're can fly,
Ne're approach the peaceful Sky;
Yet I fain would soar; I long,
And as oft repeat the Song,
Who will wing me like the Dove?
Then I'd fly and rest above.
What excels a single Eye?
What enjoys a Liberty,
Like the Soul which longs for nothing,
Strip't of all inferiour Clothing?
O may I o're-pass the Creature!
Scorn my own defective Nature!
Live in height of Extasy!
And thy Excellencies see!
He who can't the World resign,
Ne're can think of things Divine:
Hence
so few for Contemplations,
Hence
so few for Meditations;
Still the transient Creature holds them,
And in treacherous Arms enfolds them.
But O what wondrous Grace must make
The Soul those noble Courses take!
Yet the Soul, while captiv'd here,
Can the Creatures Fetters wear;
Not to God himself united,
Not with Holy Flames excited;
Little, can but
little know,
While opprest with Weights below.
Long that poor polluted Soul
Must in common Ordure roll,
Which ne're looks above the Skies,
Where the Great, the Good, the Wise,
Our Almighty Lord alone
Holds his everlasting Throne.
All which is not good nor lasting,
Pleasures valu'd much, but wasting,
Quickly
all, which is not God,
Should beneath our feet be trod.
O how high, how vast a distance
He who soars by Love's Assistance,
He whose wise and pure Devotions
Elevate his sacred Notions,
Raptur'd and Contemplative,
O're the Common World must live.
High our Wits and Fancies may
Mount to reach the source of Day;
High our studious Heads aspire,
Much attain, and more desire.
Nobler are those Influences
Which the sacred Dove dispenses;
Less
from all our studious years,
Than
from thence at once appears.
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Some fain to Extasy would rise,
But hate the previous Exercise.
Passions mortify'd are grievous,
Nor can groveling Sense relieve us.
Ah! what foolish Lights abuse us!
Ah! what vain Designs amuse us!
What strange Spirits delude
Ʋs all,
Who
our selves Believers call!
How we rob
our selves of Pleasures!
How we grasp at airy Treasures!
Moil and Toil,
our selves tormenting,
And a thousand ways inventing
How we may
our selves undo,
And eternal Flames pursue!
While our Souls are ne're respected,
But our Future State's neglected!
Ah wretched we who think a while,
But straight loose Dreams our Hearts beguile!
Our weak Thoughts no bounds can bear,
Nor the recollecting Care:
Neither weigh we Words or Actions,
But delight in vain Distractions,
Where our loose Affections fly,
Tho our
All's Impurity.
Cares nor
Griefs can e're retard us,
Tho the
lowest Hells reward us.
Humane Crimes the
former World
All beneath a Deluge hurl'd;
And
our inward Parts perverted,
Make our Actions, when exerted,
Foolish, sensless, filthy all,
Deep beneath
Damnation fall.
Let the Heart be pure indeed,
Happy Fruits will thence proceed.
What has the Hero done? we cry,
But ne're examine
How nor
Why.
Those who Valiant, Rich and Fair,
Those who witty Writers are,
Those who sing with sweetest Art,
Or can do the Workman's part;
Such are courted, such admir'd,
But no real Good desir'd.
Who'll the
Poor in Spirit praise?
Who the Meek and Patient raise?
Where's the living Saint, whose Name
Flutters on the Wings of Fame?
None e're court 'um, none admire 'um,
Nor till dead and lost desire 'um:
Nature
outward Gifts adores,
Grace the
inward Man explores.
We're in Nature oft mistaken,
But the Man was ne're forsaken
Who to God Himself appli'd,
And his Lore and Mercies tri'd.
XXXII. Except a Man forsaka all, He cannot be my Disciple.
Christ.
WHat I, my Son, so oft declar'd before,
The more repeated, must affect thee more.
Deny thy Self, or never hope to be
Possest in full of perfect Liberty.
Those who their own sole Interests regard,
The self-fond, eager, curious, wandring Herd,
Who all for soft unstable things enquire,
But neither Christ nor Christian Rules desire,
Tho ne're so gaily trap'd, are Prisoners all,
And soon from their fictitious Glories fall.
What springs not out from God must quickly fade;
Let this then be thy Rule of Practice made,
Leave thou but All, and All thou soon shalt find;
Forsake thy Lusts, thou'st get a peaceful Mind.
Remember this; and when thou mak'st it good,
All necessary Truths will soon be understood.
Bel.
But, Lord, this Task one single Day
Can't end, nor is it Childish Play;
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This one short Rule, without constraint
Or Gloss, would make a perfect Saint.
Christ.
Droop not, my Son! nor faint to hear
What rugged Course the perfect Saint must steer,
But upward tow'rd the Skies thy Head sublimely bear.
O couldst thou once thy self deny,
With mine and my great Father's Will comply,
Pure Joys and Love and Peace should then around thee fly.
Thou still must many Things forsake,
Thou canst Thou of immortal Bliss partake,
Till thou of all below a just Resignment make.
Buy then Gold well refin'd of Me,
From worldly Wit and Self-indulgence free.
Grasp at Celestial Sense, and blest Eternity!
Aim not at mighty things below,
On Heavenly Wisdom all thy Thoughts bestow,
How e'rdespis'd on Earth the wondrous Larges grow.
That true Humility will prize,
That many preach, whose Life the Truth denies,
While it like some fair Gem lost in the Quarry lies.
XXXIII. My Son, give me thy Heart!
Christ.
NE're in thy roving Thoughts, my Son, confide,
They'l
fix to Day, to Morrow
change their side;
While to a wretched load of Earth confin'd,
Thou'lt suffer always by a changing Mind;
Now sad, now pleasant, now serenely blest,
Straight with a thousand inborn Storms opprest;
Deep in Devotions now, but soon profane;
Now studious, quickly in a slothful strain;
Now wondrous grave, and soon as light & vain.
The Man of sense that various Humours scorns,
While sacred Art his happy Life adorns,
On God, his Polar Star, he'll fix his Eye,
Furl all his Sails, and not to Windward ply,
But through rough Tides with Oars his Passage force,
And to his heavenly Port direct his constant Course.
Sometimes the wisest Christian Pilot may
Encroaching Sleep's Lethean Drops obey:
Some humane Frailties Flesh and Blood surround,
And selfish Dreams the steddy Soul confound.
They seek for Heav'n, but seek for Pleasure too,
And
double Ways with
double Hearts pursue.
So when blest
Mary's Brother left the Grave,
And, to his Master, Death resign'd his Slave,
To
Bethany the Jews in Troops repair'd,
With curious Thoughts; but more alas! prepar'd
To gaze on
Lazarus to Life restor'd,
Than to obey themselves their Lord's reviving Word.
Clear thy Intention first, direct it true,
And then with steddy steps thy Holy Course pursue.
XXXIV.
That God may be All in All.
Bel.
MY God's
my All, my Soul's desire,
How can I greater Bliss require?
Sweet Note, dear charming Name to Me,
Who hate inferiour Vanity.
My God, my dearest Lord, my All!
I'd oft the pleasing Sound recal,
How
all things smile when Thou art here,
But dead, when Thou withdraw'st, appear.
Thou fill'st the peaceful Soul with Joy,
Thy Works thy chearful Saints employ;
Thy Name in every Work they praise,
And Trophies to thy Goodness raise.
Without Thee
nothing sweet we find,
But when thy Grace adorns the Mind,
Then
all things savour well, and we
Thy Hand in all thy Works of Wonder see.
Blest with thy Love we relish All;
Without thee nothing taste but Gall.
Here witty Worldlings grosly fail,
Where Vanity and Death prevail.
But
those who can the World subdue,
And
Flesh and Blood with Scorn pursue,
Such happy Men are wise indeed,
Such happy Men to Truth proceed
From Vanity; from Flesh and Blood,
To all that's Holy, all that's Good.
The Creature's noblest Character
These to its Maker's Praise refer,
And can a just Distinction find
Between the whole Created Kind,
And Him who made them; and between
What in our fleeting Years is seen,
And what includes Eternity;
Between that Light we daily see,
And that which centers in the Deity.
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O Thou Eternal Light Divine,
With thy All-piercing Glories shine
Quite thro' this gloomy Heart of mine.
Purge, make me glad, illuminate,
New Life within my Soul create!
And raise Me to a raptur'd State!
O come! O come blest long'd for hour,
On me thy quickning Favours shower!
And let me feel thy nearer Power!
No Joys, Dear Lord, can perfect be
Till I
that happy Instant see,
And
Thou art All in All to Me.
Still
Adam's Lusts in Me reside,
Not yet, not throughly crucify'd,
They've bled, but never truly dy'd.
The Flesh against the Spirit arms,
My Soul with fiery Discord warms,
And with unceasing Wounds alarms.
O Thou whose great Command the Sea,
The rugged Waves and Winds obey,
O help! O hear thy Servant pray!
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With thy Almighty Arm surprize,
And crush my
inward Enemies,
Who still in Arms against me rise!
O let me all thy Wonders view,
My Hopes, my Shelter, Lord, renew,
While I thy Smiles alone, my Lord! my God! pursue.
XXXV. Blessed is the Man who endureth Temptation.
Christ.
THY Life, my Son! can ne'r of Health be sure,
Unless
thy Heart Celestial Arms secure:
While hellish Foes
thy trembling Heart surround,
The Shield of Patience must repel the Wound.
Fix then on Me, for Me resolv'dly dare,
For
Me, for
Sufferings, and for Wounds prepare:
So may'st thou blow the Flames of sacred Love,
And reach the Palms of glorious Saints above.
Thy Foes then with a Manly Force repel;
The Conqueror may be crown'd, while Dastards sink to Hell.
Would'st Thou on Earth with Peace and Ease be blest?
Then never dream of Heaven's Eternal Rest;
Rest is a foolish Purchase here below,
For Patience all thy Studies here bestow!
True Peace springs out from Heav'n, and not from Earth;
God, not the Creature, gives that Blessing birth;
Pains, Sorrows, Tortures, Griefs, Temptations, Woes,
Wrongs, Wants, Reproofs, Confusions, Scandals, Blows,
These fox the Love of God must all be born,
And Patience still the Sufferer's Life adorn;
These edg true Valour, these the Christian Soul
Beneath the Standard of their Lord enroll;
These Trials that unfading Crown compose,
Those Honours which entwine the Brows of those,
Who to endure the worst of Earthly Furies chose.
Or can'st Thou dream to live at
Peace within,
Unmov'd by Scruples, and unshock'd by Sin?
Such Ease no pious Saints of old procur'd,
But Cares, Temptations, Doubts and Fears endur'd.
They in
their God, and not
themselves would trust,
True to their King, to their Engagements just.
They knew
these Woes could no Proportion bear
To
those bright Wreaths triumphant Martyrs wear.
Or would'st
Thou, Child!
with ease, at once, obtain,
What
they could scarce with Tears and Labours gain?
No: but on God with Manly Courage wait,
Take Comfort in him, nor distrust thy fate;
And to his Honour with a chearful Note,
Thy Self, thy Body, and thy Soul devote:
I'll pay thee, and thy suffering State shall be
A boundless Treasure of immortal Wealth to Thee.
XXXVI. Be not afraid of them, neither fear their Words; tho Briars and Thorns be with Thee, and Thou dwell among Scorpions.
Christ.
ON Me O let thy Heart securely rest!
A guiltless Conscience in a guiltless Breast,
The Censures of a thoughtless World may scorn,
Above their spite on Wings of Honour born.
It's Godlike Great in all things to be good,
And yet by Malice falsly understood.
Tho Men are blind, God visits Innocence,
. And to his own will nobler Joys dispense.
The Faithless World will things at random call,
Nor could an Angel hope to please them all.
Great
Paul devoted to his Master's Name,
First
pleas'd his God; then
All to All became;
Yet lash'd by silly Tongues, their Sense despis'd,
Scorn'd all their Censures, & by Heaven advis'd,
In
holy Freedom still his Conscience exercis'd.
He all his Strength, his Zeal, his Wisdom us'd,
And saving Light thro' gloomy Worlds diffus'd;
The real Price of Humane Souls enhanc'd,
And their Instruction and their Health advanc'd:
Yet could not he a foolish World restrain,
Unscourg'd? unjudg'd, or undespis'd remain;
But when he found the World to Lies resign'd,
Noisy as Seas, and faithless as the Wind,
Weak and Mistaken, but assuming more
Than suted with their Wit's exhausted Store,
With humble Patience to his Maker He
Referr'd his Case, whose piercing Eye could see
His spotless Innocence and Integrity:
Lest Scandal yet should from his Silence rise,
Or Fools should think their lavish Censures wise,
Sometimes He'd check their
Follies with
severe Replies.
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Why then shouldst thou poor fading Mortals fear,
Who live to Day, to Morrow won't appear?
Fear God, but live above
their Pride and Scorn,
Whose Flouts and Censures on themselves return.
Who wound themselves when at thy Head they fly,
And ne'r can put their Make's Judgment by.
Look up to God, but ne'r with Fools contend,
Tho with their weight, Thou seem at first to bend.
Dash'd with their Impudence, and all confus'd,
And undeserv'dly by the Croud abus'd;
Fret not, nor with thy own impatient Air,
The Beauties of thy glorious Crown impair.
Wait thou on God, He'll quickly rescue Thee,
Set Thee from Wrongs and all Confusions free;
And as thy Suffering's great, thy kind Reward shall be.
XXXVII. Casting all your Care upon him, for he careth for you.
Chr.
TO find
Me, O my Son!
thy Self forsake!
When from
Self-fondness throughly wean'd,
More great thy Gains will be.
Grace full Possession of Soul shall take,
When by resigning Vertue clean'd,
And from Relapses free.
Believer.
How far, Lord! and in what must we
So freely leave our selves for Thee?
Christ.
My Rules in
all both
Things and Times obey,
There's no
Reserve; but, stript of All,
Thou more belov'd wilt be.
Thou of
thy Self I'm sure can'st ne'r convey
(While
Thee the
Flesh his own can call)
A
Title good to Me.
The sooner thou can'st lay
Dear Self aside,
The stronger far, the more sincere
Thy Thoughts to God shall move;
The sooner I'll within thy Breast reside,
Thy Soul more to thy Maker dear,
Thy Minutes kinder prove.
Some to their God
by halves themselves resign,
And won't on Providence rely,
But for themselves provided.
Some give up
All, but tempted, soon decline,
And to secure
old Property,
Throw
Truth it self aside.
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Those who at uncorrupted Freedoms aim,
And Union and Fruition too
With Me their Lord above,
Must
daily and
at once themselves disclaim,
The Flesh with serious Hate pursue,
And scorn inferiour Love.
Oft have I
said it, and
repeat it now;
Give o're thy self, thy self
resign,
And inward Peace obtain.
Give All
for All!
No blind Reserves allow,
On God with steddy Faith recline,
And God thy Soul shall gain.
No Darkness then, no Chains shall compass thee.
Sigh then and pray, and strive to get
That
self-resigning Grace;
Then
Naked quite, from vain Pretences free,
Thou shalt, above thy Nature set,
A naked Christ embrace.
Die to thy self, and thou shalt
live to Me;
Vain Troubles then, vain Dreams and Cares
Away like smoke shall fly.
Then no immoderate Fears shall torture thee,
No sensual Loves shall spread their Snares
For thee, but sink and die.
XXXVIII. Commit thy Works to the Lord, and all thy Thoughts shall be establish'd.
Christ.
MY Son, be watchful, and
thy Self command;
No Slave, but Master o're
the Creature stand;
Let God, no little Mercenary Tool,
No fawning
Thing thy Thoughts or Actions rule.
An
Israelite indeed, by Grace made free,
No
present Joys but
future Hopes can see,
Looks but askance on what beneath him lies,
But with an Eagle's sharpness views the Skies.
Makes every Creature, as by God design'd,
His useful Slaves, as that Almighty Mind
All to Submissions first to Lordly Man confin'd.
Judg not of all Events by what appears;
False Stories oft abuse our Eyes and Ears,
God's Help, like
Amram's
Son of old, implore,
He'll guide thee better, and instruct Thee more
Than all thy little Teachers could before.
Moses, in doubts, straight to his Maker flew,
The Strength of Prayers
that Man of Wonders knew;
No Dangers He, no noisy Tumults fear'd,
While God so quickly to his Prayers appear'd.
Fly Thou too to Him, and with Vows sincere
Approach thy God, and his Advices hear!
Then
Gibeon Jacob's
careless Tribes abus'd,
When they to ask his blest Advice refus'd,
And well forg'd Tales believ'd, and foreign Dainties us'd.
XXXIX. Lest your Hearts be overcharg'd with the Cares of this World.
Chr.
MY Son, to me commit thy weighty Cares,
I'll manage, order, bless thy great Affairs.
Believ.
I, Lord, my
All submit to Thee;
For vain my little Cares would be,
Should I thro'
future Secrets pry,
And not with thy
reveal'd Advice comply.
Chr.
My Son, Man
hotly oft a
Toy pursues,
But when He near at hand the Quarry views,
Laughs at his Purchase, gives himself the Lie,
And straight at large his random Fancies fly.
He's wise who can Himself in
little things deny.
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He's most a Christian who Himself denies,
He walks at large, and down in Safety lies.
Hell's Prince indeed no fatal Arts forbears,
But Day and Night he lays his deadly Snares,
Longs for a straggling Soul, a thoughtless Prey;
Watch then, to me with strict Devotions pray,
I'll guard thy Sleeps by Night, secure thy Joys by Day.
XL. He who glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.
Believer.
LORD what's poor Man, or Man's infected Race,
So pity'd yet, so kindly own'd by Thee?
How Lord can He deserve thy Grace?
Or how, should I deserted be,
Can I murmur or complain,
If I can't my Prayers obtain!
This I'll acknowledg,
Nothing Lord am I,
Can
Nothing do; and
Nothing good contain,
Defective too and useless lie,
Till I thy kind Assistance gain,
And both loose and cold must be,
Till instructed Lord by Thee.
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Thou art, and art the Same eternally,
Good, Holy, Just, and all thy Actions so;
But backward and unactive I,
And thro a thousand Changes go;
And uncertain Vanity
Has its Center, Lord, in Me.
But when thy Helping Hand, sufficient sure
Without Man's Aids, supports my trembling Soul,
My State may mend, my Self endure
Unchang'd, and reach the glorious Goal;
And enjoy Security,
Trusting, resting, Lord, in Thee.
Could I but cast all
Worldly Comforts by,
Forc't from without, or for Devotions sake,
And to
thy self for
Shelter fly,
When Man of Me no Care would take,
I might justly hope for Grace,
And again to see thy Face.
Prais'd be my God who grants Me all Success:
So blest, can I vile Nothing! fondly boast?
It should my
Self-Conceit repress,
To think of Grace or Glory lost.
He, who gapes for Praise or Pleasures,
Loses Vertue's surest Treasures.
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In Thee to glory, to rejoice in Thee,
Is real Glory, and substantial Joy;
Prais'd be thy Name, thy Works by Me!
This Lord may all my Hopes imploy;
Tho I'm
all Infirmity,
Always all my Joy's in Thee.
Let
Fools seek Worldly Praise; I beg but Thine:
praise, Honour, Worldly Greatness, when compar'd
With endless Glories, dimly shine.
Blest Trinity, my God! my Guard!
Glory, Honour, Praise to Thee
Thro Eternal Ages be!
XLI. I receive not Honour from Men.
Christ.
THO trampled o're when others thrive and rise,
Fret not, my Son! but raise thy faithful Eyes
To Me; no worldly Scorns shall then thy Heart surprize.
Believer.
I'm Blind, Lord, lost in Vanity,
Else, O my God, I soon should see,
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No Creature e're had injor'd Me;
Nor could I now complain to Thee.
Since oft my Sins
thy Throne alarm,
Against me all the World should arm:
Shame and Confusion's due to Me;
But Praise and Glory, Lord, to Thee.
And till I have my Heart subdu'd,
My haughty Heart, to bear the rude
Assaults of every Creature here,
And Nothing to my self appear;
No inward Peace, no sacred Light,
Can me to Rest or Joys invite,
Or to Eternal God my wandring Soul unite.
XLII. Not as the World giveth give I unto you.
Christ.
NE're with thy own vain Thoughts, my Son comply,
Nor on a
Man for
Friendship cast thine Eye;
Unless thould'st live
involv'd, unstable die.
If Thou on living, lasting Truth rely,
Unmourn'd thy Friends may live, unmourn'd may die,
Be they
Love's Circle, but the Center I.
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The best of Men should be belov'd
for Me;
Friendship
without Me must uncertain be;
I only bless it with Eternity.
Die, die, my Son! to all Affections here;
Thou'lt then no lonesom Rocks or Desarts fear:
Who leaves Earth's Joys, may to his God be near.
Search but thy Bosom first,
thy self to know;
Thou daily to
thy self wilt
viler grow,
And
higher tow'rd
thy mighty Maker go.
But He, who
Worth within
Himself can find,
Must to his
God's Superiour Grace be blind;
His Spirit only loves the
lowly Mind.
Wer't Thou from Love of
Self and
Creatures free,
My Grace should flow in mighty Streams on Thee:
But few the
Maker thro his
Works can see.
Subdue
thy self for
Me! thou'lt grow more light,
Thy Mind more towring, and thy Wisdom bright;
But
smallest Toys belov'd retard the
noblest Flight.
XLIII. The Kingdom of God is not in Word but in Power.
Christ.
DEspise fine Words, my Son, and smart Replies;
God's Kingdom not in Words, but Practice lies.
My Words clear up the Mind, enflame the Heart,
Sorrows unfeign'd, and serious Joys impart:
Read 'um, but not with Critick Art or Wit.
To
mortify thy secret
Lusts submit:
Mortification will more useful be,
Than all the subtle Quirks of empty Sophistry.
When Thou hast made vast Learnings
Circle, all
Must on one little Point, one
Center fall.
I teach Men Knowledg, and a purer Sense
To
Babes, than
Men can e're to
Men dispense.
Where I Instructions sacred Light disclose,
The Soul more, large, more full the Wisdom grows.
But Wo to
Those who Curious Arts explore,
And slightly pass my happy Service o're!
Christ, the great Teachers Teacher, whose Command
Bright Angels own, will soon in Judgment stand.
Examine all his Followers throughly o're,
The
Conscience with impartial Eyes explore;
Search all his Churches, as with Torches, thro;
Expose
the works of Darkness all to view;
And Men of
Learned Tongues with Judgment's weight pursue.
I
in an instant raise the Humble Soul,
And make it stretch to Truth's Eternal Goal;
And
in a moment more of Sense to use,
Than Schools can in a
Life's long Course infuse.
No noisy Words, no Novel Schemes confus'd,
No titled Pride, no Arguments abus'd
Are heard with Me; I nobler Thoughts inspire,
To scorn the World, and from its Joys retire;
To relish, and to seek Eternity;
To bear with Scandals, and from Praise to fly;
In Me to hope, my Smiles alone desire,
And not to foreign Loves or Worldly Gains aspire.
My Saints, for Love of Me, their Silence broke,
Knew Wonders, and Mysterious Wonders spoke.
More Knowledg too by
Leaving All obtain'd,
Than they before by nice Distinctions gain'd.
Yet I to some but
Common things disclose;
To some my Grace
peculiar Notions shows.
In Signs and Dreams some read my Sacred Will:
Some I with Mystick Revelations fill.
Books speak to all alike, but all alike
Can't on the Point of Holy Learning strike.
I only teach them Inward Truths, and I
Search all their Hearts, and all their Thoughts descry:
I give their Undertakings just Success;
And, as I judg it best, with various Favours bless.
XLIV. Neither make thy self over wise.
Christ.
MY Son, sometimes a
learned Ignorance
Will more thy Interests advance,
Than all that Learning which vain Worlds admire.
To be quite Crucifi'd to Earth below,
An Ear quite deaf to
Sirens Charms to show,
More Pleasures, more Delights will give,
Than high in Honour's Throne to live,
Thy Soul with
better Thoughts of
endless Peace inspire.
Turn, O turn thy Eyes away
From those
Offences brutish Fools may lay
Before thee: Leave them to their vain Conceits.
He's happier, who from noisy Jars retreats,
Than He who hopes, alas in vain!
He may a barbarous Age restrain.
Stand well with God: If God but smile on Thee;
Then Fools, of Conquests proud, may see
They've only gain'd an Inauspicious Victory.
Blest God, to what a pass the World is come!
Men mourn for Crosses,
And lament their Losses
By Sea, by Land, Abroad, at Home,
Spend tedious Days and Nights,
And renounce their Lives Delights,
To get a poor Subsistence here;
But of
their Souls they never dream,
Their
Souls! a melancholick trifling Theme!
For
them they'd not an Angel's Warnings hear:
They hunt for
Shadows, and for
Flies,
And
the One necessary thing despise;
Bent all on outward Follies, thoughtless all,
Unless a Gracious God their flying Sense recal.
XLV. The Simple believeth every Word.
Bel.
SInce Human Health and Helps are vain,
Lord, let me thy Assistance gain!
Of
promis'd Aids I oft have fail'd;
Where
none were promis'd, oft prevail'd.
Men are essential Vanity;
But all our Health and Hope's in Thee.
Blest be my Lord, my God, in All
Which on his faithful Servants fall.
But lost, infirm, unstable We,
A Mass of dull Mistakes and Mutability!
What happy Man so wisely keeps
His Soul; He neither nods nor sleeps;
Rarely mistakes, is ne're perplext,
Nor with Events surprizing vext?
He, who has fixt his Heart on Thee,
Alone can from those
Rubs be free:
He when in Sorrow's Chains involv'd,
By Thee shall have his Bonds dissolv'd.
None e're was lost, or cast aside,
Who on thy kind Supports rely'd:
Friends may deceive Us; Thou alone
Art always
Faithful, always
One.
O were it so but once with Me,
My Hopes securely built on Thee!
My Heart no silly Fears would move,
And Words of Spite would idle prove.
Who can all future Ills foresee?
Or who from sudden Wounds be free?
I, who to glorying Language yield,
Am hurt, because without a Shield.
Men are but
frail, alas! decay'd;
Tho by our Flatterers
Angels made.
Whom should I credit, Lord, but Thee,
Thou great Eternal Verity?
But Men are Liars, changing, weak,
And vainly act, and vainly speak,
Falsly with nearest Neighbours deal,
And with their Oily Words their venom'd Hearts conceal.
That I should of Mankind beware,
And of the Adversary's Snare,
And those who cry,
Lo here! Lo there,
Thou oft hast made thy Servant hear.
My Duty now I dearly know,
O may I better, wiser grow,
Watch o're my Words, and ne'r confide
Another should my Follies hide!
Lest, when I think I'm safe, betray'd,
I should a
common Jest be made.
O grant me thy Protection, Lord,
From treacherous Brutes and Hands abhorr'd!
From Me deceitful Words remove,
My Lips with honest
Truth improve;
It's
Truth I would in others find,
O mayn't I be my Self to
Lies inclin'd!
From Tatling and Credulity,
And Words which out unguarded fly,
He'll keep Himself, who'd Peace pursue,
And He'll reveal
Himself to few.
To Thee, great Lord of Hearts, he flies,
No windy Words his Soul surprize,
But in his Thoughts and all his Deeds,
He by thy sacred Will proceeds.
That I may keep thy Grace Divine,
I shan't for fond Applause design,
Nor vulgar Air; but carefully
My Soul to Life reform'd, and purer Zeal apply.
Man, bloated up with empty Praise,
May like a
slimy Meteor blaze,
But soon as
shooting Stars appear,
And fall from his exalted Sphere.
But who in private spends his Days,
Not gaining but deserving Praise,
He thro' his Christian Course walks all in peaceful Ways.
XLVI. Esteeming the Reproaches of Christ greater Riches than the Treasures of
Egypt.
Christ.
ON Me,
My Son, fix all thy Pains and Care,
For
empty Words are only
empty Air.
If Conscience sting, to mend thy Life prepare;
If not, think what thou for thy God could'st bear:
Frighted with Words, canst
thou contend with Blows?
Thy
selfish Thoughts thy best Resolves oppose.
Scar'd with Reproach, Fig-leaves thy Guilt would use,
And with a trifling Plea thy Coward Heart excuse.
Look thro' thy Bosom then! O search it well!
Close there the World and vain Affections dwell;
Loth to be humbled, or to blush for Sin,
Thou show'st that World still lives and reigns within.
Hear Me! thou'lt all inferiour Scandal slight,
Tho Malice should her utmost Force excite.
How should they hurt thee, Son? despise them all!
They from thy Head can't make one single Hair to fall.
God's Fear and Wisdom scorns the World's Disgrace,
And sober Faith will common Fears efface.
I, the great Judg, Mens common Practice know,
Who bears the Injury, & who gives the Blow.
I all the Thoughts of gloomy Hearts reveal,
Yet from themselves the secret Test conceal,
While to my Sentence
Guilt and
Innocence appeal.
Mens Judgments fail, but mine unchang'd remain,
Obscure to Fools, to Men of Wisdom
plain.
To
Mine then, not
thy Own Decisions stand.
The Just unmov'd may Fate's last Force command,
Unvex'd with Malice, and unshock'd with Lies;
Not Pride but Reason is his Exercise,
He knows I search the Heart, and try the Reins,
No false Appearance e're my Doom restrains;
What Fools as Charity and Vertue prize,
Casts but an ugly Shade in my severer Eyes.
Bel.
Just Mighty Judg! Dear patient Lord,
To me thy Faith and Strength afford;
Thou knowst our frail Corruptions all,
How short my Sense and Wisdom fall;
Thou knowst what's to my Self unknown,
I then should thy Chastisements own.
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Mercy to Me, O Mercy show,
And Pardon and thy Grace bestow!
Thy Mercy's more indulgent far
Than all our vain Excuses are.
Tho not
self-conscious, I should be
Unfit to plead my Cause with Thee;
Without that Mercy,
I and
All
Beneath the weighty Strokes of dismal Vengeance fall.
XLVII. For when He is tried, He shall receive the Crown of Life.
Christ.
LET not, my Son, those Sufferings born for Me,
Those Sorrows thy tyrannic Conquerors be,
But let my Promise strengthen, comfort Thee.
I can beyond the largest Thoughts repay;
Sorrows continue but for one short Day;
Wait humbly, and they fly on Wings away.
The Time shall come when all that Pain and Noise
Shall cease, which now thy inward Peace destroys;
That's
short which only
Time's short Bounds employs.
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Up! rise to work! with earnest Toils regard
My Vineyard! then I'll be thy great Reward;
Write, Read, Sigh, Sing, Pray, Cease, thy Passions guard!
Such Exercise with Manly Courage bear!
That glorious Crown which thou at last shalt wear,
More Dangers may, and sharper Toils, endear.
I see, I see the blest approaching Day!
No Night shall its Eternal Beams allay,
But thee to Rest and endless Peace convey.
Who'll from this Load of Death deliver Me!
How long shall I a mournful Pilgrim be!
Such Cries shall never more be heard from thee.
Death then shall yield, and
Life for ever last,
Thy cheerful Days no Sorrow's Wormwood taste,
With sweet Society and Splendor grac'd.
O couldst Thou see
the Saints immortal Crown!
The Saints, whom sensless Worlds of old bore down,
Their present Honours, and their vast Renown,
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Thou'dst soon be humble; scorn the Joys beneath;
For God's dear sake embrace approaching Death,
And, tho by Men despis'd, Celestial Honours breathe.
Knew'st Thou but
This, could
this thy Heart possess,
Thou'dst ne'r complain, but think thy Sufferings less,
Compar'd with thy superiour Happiness.
Heav'n gain'd or lost, is of a vast Concern;
Look up then! thro' the Clouds thy Lot discern!
Mine and my Saints advancing Glories learn.
We, who endur'd so many Wounds of old,
Peace now and Joys in full Possession hold,
In my Eternal Father's Royal Lists enroll'd.
XLVIII. For the Things which are seen are Temporal, and the Things which are not seen are Eternal.
Believer.
O
Salem, with Immortal Glories light!
O Day for ever ever bright!
Free from Clouds, and free from Night!
Where Truth's the Sun, and sheds his gladsom Rays,
Where he diffuses cheerful Days,
And the same unchanging stays;
Sink wretched World! O Day Eternal shine,
That Saints may bask in Beams Divine!
And may their blest Lot be Mine.
Those Days
the Saints at Rest with gladness know;
We find
these bitter here below,
Full of Mischief, full of Wo.
We'r here defil'd with Sins, with Lusts ensnar'd,
With Bugbear-Dreams and Terrors har'd,
And with endless Dangers scar'd.
Wild with too curious Thoughts, and Fancies vain,
Opprest with Errors weighty Chain,
Rack'd with Wants, and torn with Pain,
Or broke with soft delights, & all the Tempter's train.
When shall these Ills be past? my Soul be free
From Sins extream Servility,
So to think, Dear Lord, on Thee?
When shall I bathe in Joys immortal Springs?
And free from wretched Worldly Things,
Mount on Freedom's airy Wings?
When shall my Peace be solid, full, secure,
And firm on every side endure,
And my Saviour's Smiles procure?
When, Lord, shall I thy Kingdom's Glories fee?
And make Thee
all in all to Me,
And for ever reign with Thee?
Now I a poor, a banish'd Wretch appear,
And now a thousand Sorrows bear,
While by Foes surrounded here.
Ah to an Exile, Lord, some Comfort give!
From Woes ray wretched Heart retrieve!
For in Thee my Wishes live.
Earth's Comforts are uneasy Weights to Me,
I long, Dear Lord, I pant for Thee,
Ah how ineffectually.
Dull Earth, wild Passions check my Towring Soul,
When I'd the lower World controul,
Lust, alas! subdues Me whole.
Thus Civil Wars distract my tortur'd Breast,
My Mind, by Rebel Lusts opprest,
Loses all its private Rest.
How great's my Torment while my Mind aspires
To Heav'n, but Carnal base Desires
Quench the sacred rising Fires!
O don't in Wrath thy wretched Servant view!
But with thy pointed Shafts pursue,
And my struggling Lusts subdue!
Give Me but Wisdom, I'll the World deny,
And those Ideas vain which fly
In my crazy Brain defy.
Save Me, O endless Truth, from Vanity;
O come, sweet Jesus, come to Me!
All my Lusts will fly from Thee.
Pardon, O pardon, Lord, my wandring Mind,
Which, when for earnest Prayers design'd,
Can such foolish Objects find!
I love the World too well; and Thoughts will fly
Where e're the vain Affections lie;
And the Tempter's always nigh.
Oft with my Lips I pray, when, Lord, my Heart
Will from that holy Duty start,
And from Thee, my God, depart.
Truth spoke the Word,
The Treasure holds the Mind,
The Good are all to Heaven inclin'd,
But I with worldly Glory blind.
I love the Flesh, and fleshly Things pursue,
But could the Spirit the Flesh subdue,
To my God I should be true.
Of
what I love I love to
talk and
hear,
And home the fair Ideas bear,
And esteem them always dear.
Blest, Lord, is He who leaves the World for Thee,
And by a perfect Victory,
Lives from Nature's Furies free.
Calm is his Conscience, and his Prayers are pure,
And He's of Angels Bliss secure,
Nor can the Thoughts again of worthless Earth endure.
XLIX. I have fought a good Fight—henceforth there remains for me a Crown of Righteousness.
Christ.
MY Son,
Since from
above thou feel'st a sacred Flame,
(For from
above those holy Ardours came)
Long'st to be gone, and with a cloudless Eye
To see my Face, and grasp Eternity,
Enlarge thy Heart, and with a vast Desire
Blow up thy Wishes, and advance thy Fire;
Thank, thank thy God, whose kind indulgent Love,
To visit Thee, stoops from those Realms above,
Enflames thy Soul, and with a powerful Hand
Supports thy Heart, and makes thee firmly stand.
This neither from
thy Thought, nor Labour flows;
But wondrous Grace the wondrous Boon bestows,
To make thy Valour shine more dreadful bright,
To humble Thee before the Ghostly Fight,
And Thee to Godlike Loves and holy Works excite.
The Fire may burn, but Smoke attends the Flame;
And holy Souls whose inward Fervours aim
At heavenly Bliss, yet never hope to be
From fleshly Lusts or dark Temptations free.
They love their God, but with severe Allays,
Nor can
thy Fire without incumbrance blaze:
Flesh has its own Convenience first in view,
And can't with perfect Love Eternal Joys pursue.
Ask not abundance, nor Delights for Thee,
But what accepted with thy God may be.
Think well! Thou'lt find my Orders wiser far
Than all thy Wishes or Attainments are.
I know thy Wishes, and have heard thy Groans,
Thou long'st for Palaces and glittering Thrones
Shining with endless Joys, and fix'd on high,
Where God's blest Sons enjoy their Liberty.
But stay a while! To Day's a time for
Fight,
For
Pains and Trials; thou wouldst glut thy sight
With boundless Good, but must thy Heats rebate,
I only AM; for ray approaching Kingdom wait.
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Thou must be longer exercis'd and tri'd,
Have Comforts here, but not be satisfi'd:
Take Courage then; be strong to
do, to
bear,
A Man quite new, a Man quite chang'd appear;
Renounce thy Will, and oft against it move;
Not
Thine but other Mens Designs improve:
They shall be heard when all thy Prayers are lost,
They shall but ask and have, thy Words and Hopes be croft.
They shall be talk'd of, Thou in Silence die;
They trusted, useless Thou and slighted lie.
Nature will flinch at
this; but bravely born,
Victorious Silence will thy Life adorn.
God's Servant Thus, Thus must his Son be taught,
Thus to
deny and rule Himself be brought.
It's to be mortifi'd indeed to see
And suffer what's
so hard, my Son,
to Thee;
And, tho subjected to a Power Divine,
It's hard rebellious Nature to confine,
And the resisting Will to God's Commands resign.
Weigh then, my Son, the Fruits of all thy Pains,
Their swift Conclusion, and their mighty Gains.
Such Meditations will no Wounds procure,
But raise thy Courage, and thy Heart obdure.
Thy Will,
here quitted, shall be gain'd
above,
There thou'lt obtain thy Wishes and thy Love.
Good thou shalt have, and never fear to lose,
Thy Will, as Mine, no private Interest chuse;
None shall resist Thee there, nor stop thy Way,
But to thy utmost Hopes thy Soul convey.
I'll give thee Honours for Disgraces past,
For Sorrows Praises, and a Throne to last,
Tho when on Earth beneath the meanest cast.
Thus shall the Fruits of just Obedience shine,
And humblest Penitents obtain Rewards Divine.
O then to human
just Commands submit,
Beneath their Laws with humble Patience sit,
Thy King's, thy Friends, thy Parents, Pastor's Will
Take well, and with sincere Address fulfil.
Let Brutes in various ways their Thoughts engage,
Enjoy the Praises of a flattering Age,
Brag of a thousand Honours, spread their Fames,
And to the Stars exalt their lofty Names:
Boast not of such Atchievements, but when Grace
Makes
Self to
God resign its darling place;
Come Life, come Death, let Love thy Heart enflame,
And in new Hymns of Praise thy gracious Lord proclaim.
L. Turn Thee unto Me, and have Mercy on Me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
Bel.
MY God, dear holy Father! may
My Soul Eternal Blessings pay
To Thee, whose just Resolves have stood,
Whose Deeds are always kind and good.
Let Me, blest Lord, rejoice in
Thee,
But not in
other Men nor
Me.
Thou, Lord, canst all my Hopes employ,
My Crown, my Glory, and my Joy.
Ah, to what can I pretend,
But what God himself must send!
All is thine, from thee it flow'd;
But my Age is, Lord, bestow'd
All in Sorrows, all in Tears,
All in tedious Doubts and Fears,
While the Tyrant Lust appears.
Lord, give thy Childrens Peace to Me,
Who feed in Comforts light with Thee!
Thy Peace, thy heavenly Gifts infuse,
And I'll thy Holy Gifts produce,
And all to sing thy Praises use.
But shouldst Thou, dear Lord, withdraw,
I should soon forget thy Law:
Such a Change would make me droop,
Make me tremble, make me stoop;
Not as when I felt the Streams
Of thy Mercies lively Beams,
And beneath thy Wings could be
From design'd Temptations free.
The Time, O righteous Father's, now
Which must thy faithful Servant prove,
This happy Moment, Lord, will show
My suffering, patient, lasting Love.
That Time, Dear Father! known of old
To Thee, has laid its hands on Me,
When outward Woes my Life should hold,
But still my Heart should live to Thee.
I, tho grosly slighted here,
I the weight of Passions bear,
Yet from thence should quickly rise,
And above the lofty Skies
Bask in thy refulgent Eyes.
Thus thy
Word of old ordains it,
Thus my
present State explains it.
Lord, it's a Friendly Test of Love
When I repeated Sorrows prove;
From thy All-guiding Providence
The great Events on Earth commence.
I for my Good thy Scourge have known,
Now
better, wiser, humbler grown.
Tho Confusion hides my Face
I implore thy saving Grace,
And thy Judgments deeps admire,
While the Good and Bad expire;
Since thy prudent Orders shew
Equity and Mercy too.
I, Lord, thy glorious Name adore,
Tho compass'd round with mighty Foes,
Since I thy heavy Lashes bore,
And inward Pangs and outward Woes.
Great Physician, Lord, of Souls,
Thou whose Hand our Hearts controuls,
None above and none below
Can such Wounds and Balms bestow.
Thou to Hell canst cast me down,
Thou my Life with Health canst crown;
All the Sufferings laid on Me,
All my Comforts flow from Thee.
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In thy blest Hands, Dear Father, I
Beneath thy Rod's Correction lie;
Lash, cut me deep! that I may be
In all submissive, Lord, to Thee.
Make me Obedient, Humble, Meek,
That I thy Will alone may seek.
My Self I yield,
my All to Thee,
Here, not hereafter, punish Me!
Thou knowst my Conscience throughly, Lord,
Each brooding Thought, each winged Word.
Past, Present, Future Matters lie
At once before thy piercing Eye.
Thou my Interest only knowst,
What to purge my Rust it cost.
Let me, Lord, thy Subject be;
Work thy Pleasure, Lord, on Me!
Ne'r despise Me, ne'r neglect Me,
Nor for Nature's Taint reject me;
I thy Jurisdiction own,
I to Thee am throughly known.
Lord, teach Me what I ought to know,
And
Love to
lovely things to show,
To praise what only pleases Thee,
True Worth in what
thou lovest to see,
While what
Thou hat'st grows
vile to Me.
Let me never judg by sight,
Nor in empty Tales delight;
Wisdom's Methods let me learn,
And superiour Things discern
From those little Toys below,
And thy Laws exactly know.
Mens Senses oft in Judgment fail,
And Toys on Earthy Minds prevail,
Who only grasp at what they see,
And scorn Invisibility;
Who, tho the Rabble lift them high,
May still in common Ordure lie.
For when Cheats the Cheaters praise,
When the Vain their Fellows raise,
When the Blind conducts the Blind,
When the Weak's a Guide design'd,
All's Deceit from first to last,
All their Praise an empty Blast:
For a
Man's repute should be
Only as He's priz'd by Thee.
LI. Who hath despis'd the Day of small things?
Christ.
MY Son,
Tho now thy inward Flames supreamly shine,
Thy Prayers are Raptures, and thy Flights Divine;
Yet Nature's Weakness oft will
Lure thee down,
And Life's rough Cares thy soaring Fancies drown;
The Heart still of its mortal Load complains,
And needs must groan beneath its slavish Chains,
Since cramp'd so oft when it attempts the Skies,
And would to heavenly things, and lofty Subjects rife.
With humble Thoughts then Holy Works pursue,
Till coming I thy smother'd Flames renew,
With heavenly Dews refresh the drowthy Plains,
Bless thee with Peace, & break thy weighty Chains.
Thy Heart enlarg'd thro Scripture-Vails shall rove,
And Thou to run my holy Ways shall love:
Till sure, what e're thy
present Sufferings are,
They can't with heavenly Bliss, and
future Crowns compare.
LII. I have born Chastisement, I will not offend any more.
Believer.
LORD, I'm unworthy of thy Comforts & thy Love,
And thou mayst justly from my wreched Heart remove;
Vast Seas of flowing Tears could never make me pure,
My great, my crying Sins might all thy Plagues endure;
But boundless Goodness, Lord, and Mercy lives with Thee,
And thy supporting Hand thy fading Creatures see.
Thou mak'st my drooping Soul thy wondrous Comforts know,
And find how far they pass our weak Attempts below.
What can I do, my God, to gain thy heavenly Grace,
So slow to Penitence, so swift in Satan's Race?
I nothing, Lord, can plead, if thou my Crimes survey,
But Hell and hellish Flames must all my Guilt repay.
I know I merit, Lord, thy utmost Hate & Scorn,
Nor can my Name among thy Holy Saints be born.
Harsh tho the Reckoning prove, I must the Test endure,
If I'd thy Mercies Springs, thy Comforts Streams procure.
What shall I say when at thy dreadful Bar accus'd?
What can a Sinner plead, with inward Guilt confus'd?
I've sinn'd great God, I've sinn'd; O Mercy, Mercy show!
O let my Eyes a while with unfeign'd Waters flow,
E're I to Death's black Shades, the Lands of Darkness go!
A contrite humble Heart thy Bar for Sin demands,
In true Repentance all our hope of Pardon stands,
That stills those rugged Storms which o're the Conscience roll,
Our dying Gifts repairs, & shields the trembling Soul
From Judgment's dreadful Flames, till delug'd round with Sweets,
The Soul its smiling God in Love's Embraces meets.
A contrite Heart to Thee's a nobler Sacrifice
Than all those Odours which from fuming Incense rise;
Sweet as those fragrant Oils which wash'd thy sacred Feet,
And as it's humble must thy constant Favours meet,
Thy Arms a Refuge sure from Hellish Rage appear,
And our Pollutions all thy flowing Mercies clear.
LIII. Love not the World, neither the Things of the World.
Christ.
MY Smiles are pure, my Son, unmix'd with those
Poor Comforts which inferiour Things disclose;
Wouldst thou obtain them? Cast thy Clogs aside.
Thy Self within thy private Chambers hid
There with thy God, not Men, Discourses nod,
Thy Mind and Conscience there with Sighs unfold.
Laugh at the World; that sweet Recess prefer
Before a King's invidious Character.
For Mine
and worldly Loves thou ne'r canst find
A Time of leisure, or an easy Mind.
From fondest Friends, and Earth's Incumbrance free,
There thou mayst dedicate thy self to Me,
And like a Stranger and a Pilgrim move
Thro' wastful Desarts here to
Canaan's Rest above.
With what strange Joys that happy Man may die,
Whose Thoughts discharg'd from Earth's Engagements lie,
Words can't express, nor curious Arts descry.
The real Saint the World's Concerns will leave,
And chiefly fears
Self should
Himself deceive.
Subdue
thy Self, thou'lt soon the World subdue,
That Conquest only is a Conquest true.
He who his sensual part by Reason guides,
Then with his Reason to his Lord subsides,
O're Earth, & o're himself a King triumphant rides.
Wouldst thou reach this? Then like a Man begin,
And lay the Ax close to the Roots of Sin.
He
[...] down
Self-love, and every Thought inclin'd
[...]o vulgar Blisses, or
the Creature-kind.
Self-love alone the
Little World confounds,
That master'd, Peace the quiet Heart surrounds.
How few compleatly to themselves can die?
Their Bird-lim'd Wings no gallant Heights can fly,
But here in common Cares entangled lie.
But those who would at large converse with Me,
Must from deprav'd unruly Passions be,
And from their
darling selves and
Creature-Comforts free.
LIV. The natural Man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God.
Christ.
MY Son!
Nature and Grace in all their Steps attend,
Soft is their Motion, and oppos'd their End;
Only by men of inward Light perceiv'd:
Most aim at Good, but are, alas! deceiv'd.
Sly Nature has a thousand Arts and Snares,
And only for its own Delights prepares.
Grace is sincere, and all that's ill declines,
Cheats none, but all for God and Godlike Works designs.
Death, Sufferings, and Subjection Nature hates,
Grace struggling Lust with holy Art rebates;
Fain would be humble, and would fain obey,
And not at large in fleshly Desarts stray;
Love's Discipline, and on its Good would rest,
And for his sake
it self of
Self divest.
Nature for
Pleasure seeks, and seeks for
Gain;
Grace only would the
Publick Good maintain.
Nature seeks Honour with exalted Eyes,
While Grace its Honours due to God alone applies.
Nature Confusion and Reproaches fears,
Grace Shame, with Pleasure, for its Saviour bears.
Nature loves Slothfulness and lazy Rest;
Grace thinks it self in constant Labours blest.
Nature must have the Gay, the Brisk, the Fair,
And will against the Poor, the Mean declare;
But Grace in honest humble Things delights,
And neither old nor homely Garments slights.
Nature loves present Things, and lawless Gains,
And of the smallest Loss or Wrong complains.
Grace loves eternal things; a Loss can bear,
And for a Scandal scorns to spend a Tear;
Has fix'd its Treasures high above the Skies,
And thither nobly rais'd, with eager swiftness flies.
Sharp Nature grasps at All, ne'r gives but takes,
And Private Interest its Idol makes.
Grace kind and free, no private Interest makes,
And pleas'd with little, rather gives than takes.
Nature at little Creature-Comfort flies,
Loves Wandrings, inborn Lusts, and Vanities.
Grace draws to God and Good, the World abjures,
The Blush for roving innate Lusts endures.
Nature for outward sensual Joys enquires,
Grace Comfort only from its Lord desires,
And tow'rds a God unseen, unseen Delights aspires.
Nature walks all in profitable ways,
Gives, as it Fancies, either Votes or Praise,
But all its Merits with exactness weighs.
Grace at its God, its sole Rewarder, aims,
Nor more of temporary Pleasure claims,
Than what may serve to feed pure Loves eternal Flames.
Nature, of Friends and great Relations proud,
Proclaims its Honours and its Birth aloud,
And fawns on Greatness when with Wealth endow'd.
Grace seeks no
worldly Friends, but
loves its Foes,
No worth in
Place or Birth, but
Verue knows,
And with
poor faithful Innocence will close.
The Rich, the Mighty, the Deceitful Slights,
The Good to Godlike Excellence excites;
Nature with Want sinks down, no Want pure Grace afrights.
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Nature
it self regards,
it self defends:
Grace, by good ways, to God its Source ascends;
Proudly on no
inherent Good presumes,
Nor high above the wiser World assumes.
But all its vigorous apprehensive Wit
Will to its God and Wisdom's Test submit.
Nature would
Secrets know, and
News would hear,
And much in-strange
Experiments appear;
Loves Admiration much, and gapes for Praise.
Grace seeks Novelties, nor curious Ways;
Grace knows the World corrupt & poor remains,
No new, no real lasting Good contains.
Grace shows us how we may our Lusts restrain,
Vain Compliments and pompous Words disdain;
True inward Worth conceals with humble Eyes,
And to God's Honour all its Means applies;
Would have that God, and not it self be prais'd,
Whose Goodness all its Force from less than
nothing rais'd.
Grace is a Beam of God's superiour Light,
Bright Emanation from a Fountain bright,
Election's Seal, Pledg of Eternal Rest,
Parent of heavenly Loves which warm the Breast.
And when it Rebel-Nature's Force subdues,
God yet will more and greater Grace infuse,
Till in the Man within his sacred Form renews.
LV. Ye were by Nature the Children of Wrath: But by Grace ye are saved.
Bel.
THOU hast, Dear God, created Me
Thy Image and
thy Son to be;
Send Me, O send Me needful Grace,
And I'll thy saving Health embrace!
Then I'll Nature's Force subdue,
Which would Sin and Death pursue.
I find a carnal Law within
Which leads my Captive Soul to Sin,
Against my better Thoughts rebels,
Till Grace the struggling Fury quells,
And the bright spreading Flame my inward Gloom dispels.
I want thy Grace, thy wondrous Grace,
To check malignant Nature's Race.
Nature in
Adam fail'd of old,
From thence the dire Infection roll'd:
And what was Perfect once and Pure,
Must now Corruption's Chains endure.
Nature, to
its self resign'd,
Is to all that's
ill inclin'd;
And, with noblest Qualities,
Like a Spark in Ashes lies.
This is our boasted Sense, around
Envelop'd with a
Gloom profound:
Knows Good, and Ill, and False, and True,
But can't its wiser Thoughts pursue,
Since of Light from Faith deriv'd,
And of soundest Loves depriv'd.
Hence, Lord, thy Laws my Soul delight,
Thy Precepts, Holy, Just and Right.
Teach Me from every Sin to fly,
But, ah! my Body slavishly
To Sin's, not Reason's Rules, submits;
And when e're in wiser Fits
I some nobler End propose,
Wayward Nature backward goes;
All my Thoughts abortive prove,
And I lose my Heart and Love.
Hence I Perfection's Way can see,
And what
my Works and
End should be;
But, by Corruption's weight opprest,
Still in common Weakness rest.
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To Good inclin'd, for
Grace I call
To
Try, to
Hold, to
Finish All.
I All, when
that assists, can do,
Without
it nothing Good pursue.
Dear heavenly Gift! God's welcome Smile!
Without which Nature's Gifts are vile;
Art, Wealth, Strength, Beauty, Language, Sense,
From Grace alone their Worth commence.
Good and Bad partake of
those,
Love from Grace abundant flows,
Both the Saint's bright Crown compose,
Both the Paths of Life disclose;
Love the greatest Grace excels,
Prophecies and Miracles,
Knowledg, Faith and Hope may fail.
But holy Love will in a future World prevail.
Blest Heavenly Grace! which canst
the Poor
In Mind, with Godlike Vertues store;
Canst humble both the Rich and Great:
O come! in Me O take thy Seat!
My Breast with Heavenly Comforts fill,
And in thy Soul thy Sweets distil!
O grant me Favour, Lord, with Thee!
Should Nature's Gifts defective be,
Thy Grace would prove enough for Me.
Possest by Grace, I scorn to fear
The Tempter's Arts, or Sufferings here.
In Grace my Courage, Lord, is laid,
That gives Me
Comfort, sends Me
Aid,
Quells ray trembling Enemies,
And out-wits the worldly Wise.
Truth's Mistress, Queen of Discipline!
Solace of Mourners! Beam Divine!
Bold Conqueror of Doubts and Fears,
Devotion's Nurse! Parent of Tears!
Meer rotten Wood or Stubble, I
Without it worthless, useless lie.
Lord, by thy preventing Grace
Guide my Sublunary Race;
For Jesus sake my Soul embrace,
Till I in holy Works my whole Enjoyment place!
LVI. This is the Way, walk in it.
Christ.
SO far, my Son, as Thou
thy self canst leave,
So far may I thy pious Vows receive.
Leave
all without, and
inward Peace secure;
Leave
Self within, and of
thy God be sure.
With perfect
Self-denial yield to Me,
From base Reluctance, and from Murmurs free.
Lo! I
the Life, the Truth, the certain Way,
Come follow Me, and my Commands obey.
Without
the Way thou canst not go,
Without
the Truth canst nothing know,
Nor live without
the Life below.
I am
that Way which thou shouldst still pursue,
I am
that Truth to which Submission's due,
I am
that Life which must thy Life renew.
I am
that safest Way which leads thee right,
Truth undeceiving,
Truth supreamly bright,
Pure, blest, unmade, Eternal
Life and Light.
Walk but
in Me, and thou
the Truth shalt know,
And, from Encumbrance free,
to Life immortal go.
Keep my Commands, if thou wouldst
Life obtain;
Believe Me, if thou real
Truth wouldst gain.
Put
All things off, if Thou wouldst perfect be;
Deny thy Self, if thou wouldst
follow Me:
For
endless Bliss thy
present Life despise,
Be
lowly here, if thou'dst to
Glory rise;
Take up the Cross, if Thou
with Me wouldst reign:
Those who embrace
the Cross, shall
Life's pure Light obtain.
Believer.
Dear Jesus! since to walk with Thee,
I by the World despis'd and crush'd must be,
Teach Me to
scorn the World, teach Me to
cleave to Thee!
Servants beneath their Masters are,
And must to suffer with their Lords prepare,
Life from
thy precious Life O let thy Servant share!
What e're abroad I read or hear,
Refreshments all in
that, and noblest Joys appear.
Christ.
My Son, since Thou so much hast heard and known,
That Knowledg O with holy Practice crown!
He loves Me best who
knows and
keeps my Will,
His Soul I'll with endearing Glories fill,
And He shall reign with Me on
Sion's sacred Hill.
Believ.
Holy Jesus! Dearest Lord!
O perform thy sacred Word!
See! The Cross I gladly bear,
Since thy Hand has laid it here;
Thence my better Life shall rise:
It's my Guide to Paradise;
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Lord, I'll bear it, I'll endure it,
Never, never, Lord, abjure it.
Believ.
Forward, Brethren! let us move!
Jesus now our Guide will prove;
For his sake the Cross we bear,
For his sake we'll persevere.
He's our Captain, he will aid us,
And thro' greatest Dangers lead us.
Come, let's boldly march behind him,
We in greatest Straits shall find him,
While our Duties we deny not,
While from Wars with Hell we fly not.
LVII. Count it all Joy when Ye fall into divers Temptations.
Christ.
I Son, in humble Patience more delight,
(Those Vertues, which a World of Woes excite)
Than all that brisk Devotion which appears,
In
warm Professors in their
calmer Years.
Thy Soul why should a
petty Scandal tear,
Which should, unmov'd, the
greatest Scandal bear?
Fie! let it pass! It's not the first or last;
Life must a thousand sharper Potions taste.
Thou'rt brave, and canst couragious Thoughts diffuse,
While like a Hand the distant Danger shews;
But when a sudden Storm o're-spreads the Skies,
Thy Wit and Courage sinks, and faints, and dies.
Think then how frail thou art, how soon subdu'd;
To make thee
wiser yet, such
Tests are oft renew'd.
Thou know'st the Truth; then wretched Fears disdain,
And uninvolv'd thou may'st thy Lot sustain,
The Test with Joy, at least with Patience bear;
Repress thy Passions; let not others hear
One Word unfitting from thy Lips proceed,
Lest such in weaker Souls should scandal breed.
Grace will both Woes and inward Lust resist:
And,
as I live, I'll soon thy Soul assist;
With new and greater Comforts visit Thee,
If Thou with faithful Prayers devoutly call on Me.
Gird Thee to Sufferings with an easy Mind,
Temptations oft in their Effects are kind.
No God, no Angel Thou; but Flesh and Blood:
And since nor
Man, nor purer
Angels stood;
Not these
in Heaven, nor those
in Paradise,
Some crafty Sin thy Vertues may surprize.
But I the Mourning Soul can raise, and those
Who their own Frailties know, with Godlike Joys compose.
Bel.
Thy Words are sweeter, Lord, to Me
Than dropping Hony-combs can be.
What should I do in Straits and Woes,
Did not thy Word thy Thoughts compose?
O may I suffer all things here!
May I a thousand Tempests bear!
If I at last my Port may gain,
If I may endless Life obtain.
O let Me in thy Favours die!
Let Me to
Abraham's Bosom fly!
Thy Servant, Dearest God, respect,
And to thy Kingdom's Joys thro' peaceful Ways direct!
LVIII. How unsearchable are his Judgments, and his Ways past finding out!
Christ.
MY Son, dispute not of that Gloom profound,
Those Deeps which my obscurer Ways surround.
Ask not why God
that Man to Glory chose,
Why
This to Hell's dark Flames rejected goes?
Why
That should under long Afflictions groan,
And
This exalted mount the sacred Throne?
These things all humane Sense surpass, nor can
Man's short-lin'd Sense unfathomable Judgments span.
If Hell then, or if impious Men disclose
A curious Humour, thus their Dreams oppose:
God must be just, and all his Judgments right;
Clear are his Judgments, and his Justice bright.
My Ways are to be fear'd, not vainly scann'd,
Nor can created Sense beneath the dreadful Burden stand.
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Ask not what Grace was on the Saints bestow'd?
Who reigns
the Greatest near their smiling God?
Dispute not what their Interests are above,
Nor seek
by them to gain their Maker's Love.
Some fondly dote on those extinguish'd Lights,
Such Love not
Heaven, but
Hellish Art excites.
Turn all thy Thoughts, thy zealous Loves on Me,
I rais'd the Saints to their supream degree,
To them my strong effectual Grace was free.
I, not Desert, their Heads with Honours crown'd,
Their Weakness my preventing Graces found.
I knew
them e're
this World from nothing rose,
And
them before its first Foundations chose;
They chose not Me; but I, by pity mov'd,
Them thro' corrupted Nature's horrors lov'd,
And by Afflictions surest Test improv'd;
With Comforts blest, and Perseverance too,
And crown'd their Faith at last with
promis'd Glories due.
The
First, the
Last alike I kindly know,
And Love alike on all their Souls bestow.
I only in my Saints am justly prais'd,
In Them my Name above the Stars is rais'd;
While Poor, Unactive, Undeserving They
Meer Objects of unbounded Mercy lay.
Love made 'um ONE, & made 'um Lights to Thee,
And to be follow'd where they closely follow'd Me.
Saints but instruct Thee in thy Duty still,
I, not themselves, their vast Affections fill.
Rapt high, above themselves, they ever prove
Unbounded Blisses, and unbounded Love.
They live unchang'd, while Truth their Souls invests,
And holy Flames enlarge their heavenly Breasts:
They serve
Me only, and in that should be
Loves and Devotions Patterns to the World & Thee.
It's not thy Work with curious Art to pry
Into the Mystick Secrets of the Sky;
What Saints departed do, concerns not Thee;
Thy Vows, thy Honours all belong to Me.
Think how thy Sins in Bulk and Number rise,
How little Goodness in thy Bosom lies,
How far Thou mayst of their Attainments fail,
Who now on Joy's unstormy Ocean sail:
But don't to
them for Grace or Aids repair,
I only aid the Poor, I only answer Prayer.
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Could
They, alas! thy vain Devotions hear,
They'd ne'r those misappli'd Devotions bear;
They know
they merit nothing, nor can do
What
foolish Men with
foolish Vows pursue.
They love their God, their Joys unbounded flow,
Nor happier by misguided Worship grow.
Before my Feet their starry Crowns they lay,
To him who ever lives submisly pray,
And to the spotless Lamb their Adorations pay.
Don't in those lightsom Realms at Greatness aim,
Thy Merits can't the smallest Favours claim;
Thy Sins, thy weighty Sins, would sink thee down.
And wouldst thou, thoughtless Wretch!
deserve a Crown?
First be a Child in harmless Innocence,
From that low State thy happy Days commence;
Be humble first, and leave the rest to Me;
Vast as thy largest Hopes, thy vast Reward shall be.
Wo to those haughty Souls who scorn to be
Harmless as Babes, and yet pretend to Me!
Heaven's Gates are strait and low, and can't admit
The Proud, nor those who can with Scorners sit.
Wo to the Rich who fix their Hearts below,
Whose watry Eyes, when all the Poor shall go
To endless Joys, with useless Tears shall flow.
Rejoice, poor humble Souls, my Truths embrace,
And God shall you at last in boundless Glories place.
LIX. And now, Lord, what is my Hope? Truly my Hope is even in Thee.
Bel.
WHence, my dearest Lord! from whence
Should I raise my Confidence?
Whence, while here beneath the Skies,
Should my Hopes, my Comforts rise?
Only, Dearest Lord, from Thee,
So immensly kind to Me.
When was't well with me without Thee?
When was't ill, and Thou about Me?
Keep me ever, ever poor,
If I'm so of Thee secure!
Heaven
without Thee's all uneasy,
Earth
with Thee would rather please Me.
Heaven would be no Seat of Blisses,
Hell would crown my warmest Wishes,
If that Hell beneath could show Thee,
If that Heaven could ne'r bestow Thee.
Thou'rt my Love, my chief Desire;
All my Sighs and Groans aspire
Only
for Thee, only
to Thee,
While my liveliest Hopes pursue Thee.
When the greatest Wants surround Me,
When the greatest Fears confound Me,
From my God alone commence
All my Hopes and Confidence.
Others hunt inferiour Pleasures;
All the sweet, the charming Measures
Of my Safety spring from Thee,
All things thence
are good to Me.
Oft I'm punish'd, oft I'm tempted,
But by Mercy still prevented,
While his Rod severely proves Me,
Still my dearest Master loves Me;
Still thy Strokes are dear to Me,
As the softest Joys can be.
God ray Lord's my Hope, my Shelter,
When in Sorrow's Gore I welter;
He's my Strength, my only Stay,
All without him flies away.
Helps deceive Me, Friends forsake Me;
Books but doubtful Answers make Me.
Counsellors with Quirks confound Me,
Reeds, alas! deceitful wound Me.
Thou my Help, my Comfort art,
Thou instruct'st and keep'st my Heart.
All those things to Peace pretending,
All Felicities depending,
Must but vain and empty be,
When abstracted, Lord, from Thee.
All that's Good, and Wise, and Great,
All to Thee their Spring retreat;
And thy Servants Comfort see
Only when they trust in Thee.
Lord, to Thee I lift my Eyes,
Whence my daily Mercies rise:
Kindest Father, Dearest Lord,
Still thy Joys, thy Smiles afford!
Bless and sanctify my Mind,
That Thou there a place may'st find!
That thy Glories there may rest
In a Heart with Pureness drest,
Freed from Sins offensive Pest.
Lord, as thy Goodness large appears,
Thy Mercies large, O let thy Ears
To thy poor Servant's Prayers be kind,
While here to Deathful Shades confin'd.
Protect, preserve, defend my Soul,
While Clouds and Storms about Me roll;
Let Grace attending, thro a peaceful way,
My Soul to endless Life, and endless Light convey!
Amen.
FINIS.