2. A Guest I had, a pregnant one, That could fill hell, Corruption; By lodging whom, I lost my right To things beyond what's now in fight.

Each day, each hour almoft, fome bafe-begot Tranfgreffion fhe conceived and forth brought.

3. No help, but I muft die, or fhe; Yea ev'n my death no help would be: For I one Death had dy'd, to die Another now, were but to tie And twist them both into a third, which when

It once hath feiz'd on, never looseth

Side there ran

Sin's corrofives, Restoratives for Man. 5. This Balm I beg'd, for pity's fake, At Mercy's gate, where faith may take:

Bounty faid, " Come! (and I believ'd)

"None here complains, but is reliev'd:"

Hope, waiting upon Faith, faid in-
ftantly,
That thenceforth I should live, Cor-
ruption die.

6. She dy'd, I live: But yet, alas!
We're not quite parted, ftill fhe has
Some hold, (and hence my Miferies)
She fometimes looks out thro' my
Eyes,
Speaks in my tongue, and mufeth in

my mind;

Tho' her foul's gone, her body's left

behind.

7. Dead bodies kept unbury'd ftink; How can I then but naufeous think

And all my pleasures are as yefterday.

2. I dare not move

way;

my dim eyes any

Defpair behind, and death before

doth caft

Such terror; and my feeble flesh doth

wafte

By Sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh.

3.

Only Thou art above; and when t'wards thee

By thy leave I can look, I rife again.

But

11. But my celeftial Lord had other views;

God cloth'd himself in vile man's Flesh, that fo

He might be weak enough to fuffer Woe.

Canft thou yet dread, when thou on this doft mufe?

12. What if this prefent were the world's laft Night?

My Soul! mark in thy heart, where thou dost dwell,

The Picture of Christ crucify'd; and tell,

Whether his countenance can thee affright!

13. Tears, in his Eyes, quench the amazing Light; Blood fills his Frowns, which from his pierc'd Head fell; And can that Tongue adjudge thee unto hell,

Which pray'd forgiveness for his foes fierce fpight? 14. To wicked fpirits are horrid fhapes affign'd;

Beauty's of Pity, foulnefs only is A Sign of rigour: th' inference then is wife,

This beauteous Form affures a pite. ous Mind.

D.

384.

The divine Nature, on Man's breast, Clear from all Treafon and from all. mifprifion.

2. Father, thou foak'st this Adamant in Blood

Of thy First-born: mine heart, I felt, Did th' Imprefs fcorn, and would not melt,

Till that red Sea refolv'd it to a flood. 3. Indeed (on Calv'ry) Pains o' th' fecond birth

Did pinch and grieve; but God's dear Strength

Did foon relieve: and now at length, The child being wash'd and drefs'd, my God makes mirth.

Then others mention Galilee,

The Place of his extraction. Alas! his Birth place you've not feen;

'Tis high, and gulphs do ftand be

ers?

Yet light that load, to th' Penalty
He bore of ours!-I am, faith he,

A Field now plow'd in furrows, That Sin's each Weed there bury'd deep

May wither, and for ever fleep;

Thefe Holes are finners burrows. 4.Satan and fin, Lord, thro' thyHeart

Did fhoot in th'tragic story. Tho Sinai's cannons play'd their part,

No Bone they broke: thy glory Till I once fee. (fince thou doft 'bide A Rock) myself in thee I'll hide.

Why fhould not thy dear Body With me furpass both fame and pelf, Yea life, as with Joseph himself,

Who took it pale and bloody? 5. Great Conqueror! thou'rt lodg'd in ftone,

Having flain Death in th'Duel: My Heart, tho' hard, and next to

none,

Sure better for that Jewel Might be a happy cabinet ! But Jofeph's rock was new and neat; According to thy option, Both in the Womb and in the Tomb, Where none had lain, to feek thy

room:

Sallet.
2. Next, fee my
e'er had came,

Seeing him fo drefs'd,
Waiting on all,

Girt with a napkin,fcarce had guess'd
This were the feaft of 's Funeral,
But marriage-fupper rather of the
Lamb.

As Bread and Wine, fo Water too he takes;

Heav'n stoops to meet,

And bow as low

As finners Feet:

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and Spirit makes!

3. 'Twas