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2. A Guest I had, a pregnant one,

Corruption, even mortify'd ? That could fill hell, Corruption ; A Carcass I within me hide ; By lodging whom, I lost my right Yea, the worse Part, of th' better oft To things beyond what's now in doth win, sight.

And when I should have ended, I Each day, each hour almoft, some begin. bafe-begot

8. The scent would choak me, did Transgression the conceived and forth

not Grace brought.

Deign mildly to perfume the place 3. No help, but I must die, or she ; With Spirit's odours, which do ease, Yea ev'n my death no help would be: The inward Man revive and raise, For I one Death had dy'd, to die

And counterpoise Corruption : preAnother now, were but to tie

cious Spirit And twist them both into a third, To me, who did eternal torments which when

merit ! It once hath seiz'd on, never looseth 9. How long, Lord, sall Intruders

hold 4 I learn'd, there was no way but What's thine, which to my wrong I

fold? A Friend must say her. He alone

I was but Tenant; sure, my grant By dying kills Corruption,

Is voided, if thou say, avant !
And long ago the deed was done : O speak the word, and make thefe ;
His Heart was pierc'd ; out of his Inmates flee;
Side there ran

Or, which is one, take me to dwell
Sin's corrosives, Restoratives for Man. with Thee.
5. This Balm I beg'd, for pity's fake,
At Mercy's gate, where faith may

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take :

HOU haft made me: and “!

Work decay ? liev'd) “ None here complains, but is re

Repair me now, for now mine end

doth halte ; liev'd :"

I run to Death, and death meets me Hope, waiting upon Faith, said in

as fast, ftantly, That thenceforth I should live, Cor. And all my pleasures are as yester

day. ruption die.

2. I dare not move my

dim 6. She dy'd, I live : But yet, alas!

eyes any We're not quite parted, ftill the has Despair behind, and death before

way ; Some hold, (and hence my

Miseries)

doth cast She sometimes looks out thro' my Such terror; and my feeble flesh doth Eyes,

waste Speaks in my tongue, and museth in By Sin in it, which it t'wards hell

doth weigh. Tho' her soul's gone, her body's left behind.

3. Only Thou art above ; and when

t'wards thee 7. Dead bodies kept unbury'd stink; By thy leave I can look, I rise again. How

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But our old subtle Foe so tempteth Crucify him daily, being now glome,

rify'd. That not one hour myself I can su

10. O let me then his strange Love ftain.

still admire! 4. Do thou, like adamant, draw mine Kings pardon, but he bore our puiron Heart:

nishment. Lo, Satan hates me, yet is loth to 'Twas to supplant, and with gainful lose me ;

intent, Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt That Jacob came cloth'd in vile harth not choose me!

attire : So he suggests ; do thou prevent his 11. But my celestial Lord had other Art.

views ; 4. As due by many titles, I refign God cloth'd himself in vile man's Myself to thee, O God : Firft, I Flesh, that so was made

He might be weak enough to suffer By Thee, for thee; and when I was Woe. decay'd,

Canst thou yet dread, when thou on Thy Blood bought that, the which this doft muse? before was thine.

12. What if this present were the 6. I am thy Son, made with thyself world's last Night? to shine;

My Soul! mark in thy heart, where Thy Servant, whose pains thou haft thou dost dwell, still repay'd ;

The Picture of Christ crucify'd; and Thy Sheep, thine Image, and, till I tell, betray'd

Whether his countenance can thee Myself, a Temple of thy Spirit divine, affright! 7. Why doth the devil then usurp on 13. Tears, in his Eyes, quench the

amazing Light ; Why doth he steal, nay ravish, what's Blood fills his Frowns, which from thy sight?

his pierc'd Head fell ; Except thou rise, and for thine own And can that Tongue adjudge thee

unto hell, Oh! I shall soon despair, and con- Which pray'd forgiveness for his quer'd be.

foes fierce spight? 8. Spit in my face, you Jews, and 14. To wicked spirits, are horrid pierce my side,

fhapes assign'd; Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify Beauty's of Pity, foulness only is me :

A Sign of rigour: th’ inference then For I have finn'd, and finn'd; and

is wife, only be

This beauteous Form assures a pite. Who could do no Iniquity, hath dy'd.

ous Mind, 9. But by my death cannot be satis

D.

me?

Work fight,

fy'd

My fins, which pass the Jews im

piety : They kill'd once an inglorious Man,

but I

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nous.

384.

(Tho' this glass lanthorn, Flesh, doi

suffer maim) Ather of Heaven, and of Him, Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar, 'bide the by whom

same. It, and us for it, and all else for us Thou mad'ft, and evermore doft go

+ 385. vern! come, And re-create me, now grown rui

O man hath seen thee, Fa

ther! but he who 2. By vileness, Clay ; and by felf-Did sometime come (thy only Son

it was) murder, red My Heart is; from this red earth Thy Bosom from, thy perfect Look

ing-glass : purge with speed

He's the wife Child that doth his All vicious Tinctures, that newfashioned

Father know. I may rise up from death, before I'm 2. Then may I in thy Son thyself dead.

discover ; • Gen. ü. 7.

Sure He's the Mirror, that reveals 3. O Son of God, who when thou thy Face. faw'st two things,

Prevent mine error ; Christ's Fleth, Sin and Death, crept in, which were

like a glass, never made;

That dazzling Glory, yet unseen, By bearing one, mad'st trial with

doth cover. what stings

3. Thou set'st the screen thyself, Fa. The other could thine Heritage in ther of mercies ! vade!

Since then I must be filent, or begin 4. O be thou nail'd again unto my To fing th'Unseen, do thou forgive Heart;

my verses; Part not from it, tho' it from Thee O thou who veil'ft their Sabject, would part ;

veil their fin. But let it be, by applying fo thy 4. Father's a word my child learns Pain,

first to mutter ; Drown'd in thy Blood, and in thy And thy Child too, thy ev'ry newPaflion slain.

born babe, 5. O holy Ghost, whose ancient The first thing it can do, is to cry Temple I

Ab! Am, but of Mud-walls and con. But both come last to know, what densed duft;

first they utter.

1 And have since then been facrilegi-5. Thou art the Father of that Son, ously

who made Much wasted with Youth's fires of That very Womb on earth, which, pride and luft!

without father, 6. Double thy Flame in me, tho' Did give Him birth ; (a thing that weather-beat ;

suits the rather, Which let devout fad Tears attend; Since none's, as God, to be his mo. and let

ther said.)

for us,

MY

6. But thall I call thee Father ? Lord,, The divine Nature, on Man's breast, thy Son

Clear from all Treason and from all Was call'd no less, before his human misprision. birth;

2. Father, thou foak't this Adamaris Prophets confefling, that He had on

in Blood earth

Of thy First-born : mine heart, I fele, His Children, Seed and generation. Did th' Impress scorn, and would 7. Th’ Eternal Father call we thee? not melt, thus rather

Till that red Sea resolv'd it to a flood. We call thy Child, that Son born to 3. Indeed (on Calv'ry) Pains o'th' restore is,

second birth Thine Holy one given both to and Did pinch and grieve; but God's

dear Strength I'll call thee th' Everlasting Farber's Did soon relieve: and now at length, Fatber!

The child being wash'd and drels d, Ilai ix, 6,

my God makes mirth. 8. Father, when Man had ceas'd thy son to be,

384. And turn'd thy spiteful foe, yet didft thou not

Y Lord at eight days old be. Desert him fo; yea, thou hast not

gan to bleed, forgot

Not for his ease, no! but to free To set thy child, tho' batter'd, on

From
my Disease

poor

sinful me: thy Knee.

Surely this Martyr's Blood's the 9. Man thus adopted and regenerate,

Church's feed. Searcheth his Father's will and Te. ftament,

388. And thence he gathers Heaven's full intent

Ure, you may by that orient for his Inheritance and future ftate. 10. Thoa prov'ft thyself my Father Presents himself there to your fight

Discern, what worthy Stranger many ways: Now let thy Dove teach me with fi- Having no where to lay his head,

In Cottage mean and manger; lial fear To serve and love thee, heav'nly

'Tis Christ, earth's mighty Joy, hell's

Dread! Father dear! Proving myself thy child ev'n all my Go bite that Hecl, if now thou dare;

Yes, Satan, he's thy terror : days.

Thou'lt rue, altho' it seem so bare, F. T.

With bruised head thine error. 386.

2. The Carpenter's Son! was the

phrase; 1. ADA DAM comes forth, but in

The Son of God, much rather ! new edition :

That Son, who Heav'n's broad roof God's bright Portraiture's new im

did raise, prest,

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'Tis no mean trade, fuch Carpentry. 16. The king of terrors I could dare, Then others mention Galilee,

If my Lord now would quarter The Place of his extraction. Within this Heart, this fepulcher, Alas ! his Birth-place you've not Though ’t has been a Deserter.

I would not goal nor goaler dread ; 'Tis high, and gulphs do stand be- My Saviour's Corple perfumes its tween,

bed ! Till he makes Satisfaction.

O mak then thro' thy merit 3.Who would have thought, that by My heart thy tomb; a living one, those torn,

For thou no more ly’ft in dead Stone, Disgrac'd and mangled Shoulders, But bring'st withal thy Spirit. The Government's whole weight was

borne, That they're the Globe's Uphold

389. Yet light that load, to th' Penalty 1. Nnocent Lamb! thou knew'ft He bore of ours !-I am, faith he, thy en’mies plot,

A Field now plow'd in furrows, Yet O how fain That Sin's each Weed there bury'd

Wouldit thou get up, deep

To be in read'ness to be llain May wither, and for ever sleep; Gainst th'Paftover, that all might

These Holes are sinners burrows. 4. Satan and fin,Lord, throʻthyHeart My Lord, thou feeft thy death, but Did shoot in th'tragic story:

Thun'st it not! Tho Sinai's cannons play'd their part, This is the Paschal Lamb, sure I may No Bone they broke: thy glory

call it Till I once see. (since thou dost 'bide Immaculate ; A Rock) myself in thee I'll hide.

Thy Blood, O God, Why should not thy dear Body Sprinkles my Gate : With me surpass both 'fame and pelf, Yet is thy bitter Grief my bitter Yea life, as with Joseph himself,

Sallet. Who took it pale and bloody?

2. Next, see

my

Saviour serve! who. 5. Great Conqueror ! thou'rt lodg'd e'er had came, in stone,

Seeing him so dress d, Having flain Death in th’Duel :

Waiting on all, My Heart, tho' hard, and next to Girt with a napkin,scarce had guess'd none,

This were the feast of 's Funeral, Sure better for that Jewel But marriage-supper rather of the Might be a happy cabinet !

Lamb. But Joseph's rock was new and neat; As Bread and Wine, so Water too According to thy option,

he takes; Both in the Womb and in the Tomb, Heav'n stoops to meet, Where none had lain, to seek thy

And bow as low room :

As finners Feet: Here,Lord, make mild exception ! O what clean work Christ's Blood 8

and Spirit makes !

3. 'Twai

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