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3. 'Twas in a garden Adam did undo 6. Surely my Surety did my Debt us ;

There grew that fruit,

Or else why should
Whose Bitterness

God's angel be (That man for ever might not rue't) Sent down t’unlock that Prison-hold, My Lord did taste, and squeeze and wherein my Saviour lay for me? press ;

MySurety's free; why mayn't I walk Then from a garden brings our Cure at large! unto us.

They would with ointments, odours,
O mount of Olives, O Gethsemane ! precious things
To all else set

Perfume his prison;
A soil of Oil,

But th’Dead was fled,
Of bloody Sweat

Our Sun was risen Only " Him, cruth'd to yield oil for With sweeter Balm, with Healing in me !

his Wings. 4. See ! they, for spight, spit on that 7. After some time, heav'nward blessed Face,

th'Apostles eye
Which Mofes and

Pursues their King,
Elias too

Till Angels do
Did once in th'Mount admiring stand, Tidings of second Coming bring,
Transfigur'd then, disfigur'd now : In such sort as they'd seen him go.
How men bespatter God's own Look. Chear up, my drooping heart, thine
ing-glass! *

Head's on high ! These potsherds then their Potter Yet not so high, but that his Heart's smite with rods,

to low,
His white and ruddy

As still to mind
These foes with blows

Poor thee, till he
Make black and bloody ;

Hath made thee find, He's struck by Slaves, who rules What, for thy Gain, he sometime did among the Gods,

forego. * Heb. i. 3.

390. 5. He was the Door! they nail him

to the tree, And, as is fit,

Ear Dove, thy pris'ner may I "DE

be! Over this Gate

Bondage is like to be my State, A royal Superscription's writ, If to myself thou leav'st me free : That in all tongues might preach He's free, whom Thou doft capti

his state : “O all ye that pass by, turn in by 2. With the Lord's Spirit is liberty: Me!

No man can fay, Jesus the Lord, To th'Cross he's hing'd in his Hu- But by the Spirit, or can cry manity,

Abba,till thou teach him that Word.
That from the floor

i Cor. xii, 3.
Ev'n each might reach
That living Door,

3. I long had been a stammerer, Whose upper Hinge clasps in with

Could not pronounce the Shibbo. th'Deity.






wise ;

That might my Prayer to God en. “ Man, follow thy own native dear,

“ Light, Till the free Spirit gave speech and “Say some, and thou shalt perfect breath.

be !" 4. I was in suit, nor could make Perfect indeed, like noon of night! good

Lord, in thy Spirit's Light lead me. MyTitle ; but said this free Spirit, “ Soul ! take this Seal, the seal of

391. “ Blood; “ I'm Witness, that thou shalt inhe. 1.

H conscience! conscience ! rit."

when I look 5.Ere now I read, but what was next, | What corner of myHeart, what


Into thy Register and Book, I always ftupidly forgot ;

Stands clear of Sin? I found a riddle in cach text;

And tho' my kin feels soft and sleek, But this good Spirit loos’d the Knot. 6. Surely this Spirit of spirits fram'd But I can feel Death's jaw-bone

Scarce can I couch my chin or Cheek, That Book of books, my Bible dear;

prick A thing, that all things can be nam'd;

Ev'n thro' my kin. Food, phyfic, pleasure, wealth, are

2. Yet why art thou cast down, my there.

soul ? 7. A Book, that makes the fimple Hope still in God, and on him roll ;

If Heaven smile, what tho' death A Book, that proves the wiseft fools ;

scowl A Book, that helps the reader's eyes ;

And conscience low's ! A Book, that batiles all the schools. A Book of my dear Christ's I have, 8. It told my Story, ere I was s By which I look, my God will save It tells me also, what shall be

My Soul from fin, my Flesh from When I'm no more ; what doom


And from death's pow'r. On persons, churches, ftates, and me. 9. My barren Ground oft calls for 3.Death ! thou may'lt bark, but canti

not bite, rain,

Tho' bent thy brow, tho' great thy Gasping to heaven for a flood;

spite : This Spirit but flow'd in amain, Now do thy worst, Hope sets me And I was fillid with all that's good.

quite 10. He in mine heart doth shed

Beyond thy spleen. abroad

What tho' my death seems written God's dear and never dying Love. in Yet scarce a day, but his sharp Rod The very parchment of my skin, Doth me in faithfulness reprore. With the black Ink of my foul fin; 11. This tender Spirit who would

Yet I have seen grieve?

4. On both Hands of a Friend once If I my Comforter make fad,

fain, Who only can sad hearts relieve, But since return d to life again, Alas! my God, who'll make me A better Story printed plain :

My light's but dim;


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my Bed,

Yet in the Print of th'Nails I see His Rules and love-lind Yoke shall Life in a Saviour's hands for me,

be Whilft, as he hung upon the Tree, A Neck-chain of pure Gold to me, Hope hangs on Him.

• Cant. iv. 9. 5. Therefore my dying Tongue shall fing,

+ 393 Yea ev'n my Flesh, that fading thing,

Hile Jesus
All th’night of death :
And when I lay my weary head

She can see Heav'n, and ne'er lift
And bones in th'Grave as in a bed. up her eyes.
Let not the mourner say, “He's 2. This new Guest to her eyes new

laws hath giv'n, But “flumbereth." | 'Twas once, Look up, now 'tis, look

down to Heav'n. 392


394: L

OVE,who each ev'ning makes Had not whereon to lay his Head; I Am the Door, said Christ : the Except you'll call that Cross so bitter Now hath unlock'd him at the very

Spear's sad art A love-fick Saviour's Bed and litter,

Heart. 2. Can I love Sin, which me would rack,

395. Till bones do break and finews crack; And het love Him, who climb'd the O Saved tihen,

Good King of Men,

Since thou wert thus Racking himself to take down me?

A Saviour made for us : 3. He is my Maker, Husband too ; This Potter me his clay doth woo;

We'll own no narrower word,

O Lord ! And to promote the match, did take

Thy Blood makes bold, Him a Clay-body for my fake.

Thy Wounds give hold, 4. He is my Parent, because he

Thy Cross and Name
In Travail of his soul bare me :

Advance our endless Claim.
My Brother in adversity,
The Joseph of the family.
5. He is the worthy Vine and Root,
And I of him a Slip and shoot :

Hat stories of their cruelty He Captain of Salvation is,

Nail, Thorn or Spear have And I am a Reprize of his.

writ in thee, 6.I'll deal, throughout life's Interim, Are in two ways still legible : Less with the World, and more with I once did understand and spell Him;

Ev'ry red Letter as aWound ofthine, WhofeLove's an unexhausted spring Now, which is better, as a Balm for Of ev'ry good and perfect thing.

mine. 7. I'll mark his Eye, a brighter ftar Than that which guides the mariner:





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2. Thy, hands to give thou canst not HRIST, when he dy'd, deceiv'd Yet will thy Hand ftill giving be: the cross,

It gives, but O itself's the Gift; And on Death's fide threw all the It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tiş Loss;

free. The captive world awak'd, and found ThePris'ners loose,the Jaylor bound.: Thy restless Feet now cannot go

For us and our eternal good, 2. By the first guilty fatal Tree, As they were ever wont: what tho'? All our true Life and Liberty They swim,alas, in their own Blood. Were in one moment fold and Nain : Here both look up, and live again. 4. But oh! thy fide, thy deep-digg'd

Side, 3.0 Struggle dear and sweet Dispute That hath a double Nilus going ; Twixt Death's and Love's far Nor was that fam'd Egyptian tide diff'rent fruit !

So fruitful half, or half so flowing. Oppos'd and differing as far,

5. This thy Blood's deluge (a dire As antidotes and poisons are !

chance 4. I say, O ftrange mysterious Strife Dear Lord, to thee) to us is found Of open

Death and hidden Life! A Deluge of Deliverance, When on the Cross my King did | A deluge, lest we should be drown'd.

Life seem'd to die, *Death dy'd in-


HE badge of Faith bids, ne'er
These wakeful Wounds of


That all thy Life is one tong Debt thine!

Of love to him, who on the Tree Are they mouths, or are they eyes ? Paid back the Flesh he took for thee. Be they mouths, or be they eyne, Ev'ry Part some one supplies.

2. When streams of life, from that

full neft 2. Thou that on this Foot haft laid

Of Loves, the Lord's too lib'ral Many a Kiss, and many a Tear,

Now thou shalt have all repaid,
Whatsoe'er thy charges were.

Flow'd in an am'rous mingled Flood

Of Water, wedding precious Blood, 3. This foot hath got Mouth and

3. He washid thy ftain, transferd lips,

thy smart, To pay thy sweet sum of kisses ;

And took it home to his own Heart. For thy tears, an Eye that weeps,

This once done, Nails and Spear Stead of tears, such Gems as this is.

Not stings of Wrath, but wounds of 399:


4. Large Throne of love, royally Both from thy Head and from

Spread thy Feet,

With purple of too rich a red ! And from thy Hands, and from thy Balance of both Worlds ! ours of Sin Side,

And that of Grace, heav'n poiz'd in Lol all the purple rivers meet.




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5. Both in one Price were duly Why should thy unitain'd Breast weighd,

make good Both with one Price were fully paid : My Blushes with its own Heart's When the glad right-hand Scale did blood ?

prove, How much death weigh'd more light

402. than Love. 6. Live, O for ever live and reign,

7 Ith all the pow'r my poor

heart hath The Lamb whom his own love hath Nain!

Of humble love and loyal faith, Let thy loft Sheep live to inherit

My hidden Life! I bow to thee, The kingdom which thy Death did Whom Love hath bow'd more low merit. 401.

2. Rich, royal food, bountiful Bread, Whose Use denies us to the dead ;

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The same Leave both to eat and live: So dear? what had his Ruin lost thee? 3. Live ever, Bread of loves ! and be Lord, what is Man! a thing of Life, soul, and furer Self to me. nought

O soft self-wounding Pelican, O how much haft thou over. bought! Whose Breast weeps balm for wound2. Alas, sweet Lord, what were't to ed man! thee,

4. Ah, this way bend thy benign If there were no such worms as we? Flood Still would th'immortal Seraphs Sing, To a poor heart that gasps for Blood; And stiil thy spacious Palace ring. That blood, whose least drops fove. 3. Why fhouldst thou bow thy Breaft to fee,

To wash my world of Sins from me. What mine own Madness did with 5. Come Love! come Lord! and me?

that long Day Should not the King still keep his For which I languish! come away; throne,

When this dry foul, these eyes, shall Because some desp'rate fool's un see, done?

And drink the unseal'd Source of 4. Will the bright Sun hang down Thee. his head,

6. Now Jesu Master, juft and true, Or'e'er the sooner sink to bed, Our Food, and faithful Shepherd Because somewhere a foolish Fly,

too! Grows wanton, and will rashly die? O by thyself vouchsafe to keep, 5. What was it to thy precious Blood, As with thyself thou feed' At thy Sheep. If my foul heart call'd for a flood ? What did the Lamb, that he should

need, When the Wolffins, himself to bleed? | 1. Trange truth, that the self.

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6. With-deach and well-beleeming "Strana me should be

dust If I would bargain by base Lust,

A Shepherd, Lamb, and Lion too!


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