b: 3.'Twas in a garden Adam did undo 6. Surely my Surety did my Debt A royal Superfcription's writ, "O all ye that pafs by, turn in by discharge, Or else why should Sent down t'unlock that Prifon-hold, They would with ointments, odours, Perfume his prifon; But th'Dead was fled, With sweeter Balm, with Healing in 7. After fome time, heav'nward vate. 2. With the Lord's Spirit is liberty: No man can fay, Jefus the Lord, To th'Crofs he's hing'd in his Hu-But by the Spirit, or can cry manity, Abba,till thou teach him thatWord. That might my Prayer to God endear, Till the free Spirit gave speech and 4. I was in fuit, nor could make Man, follow thy own native "Light, "Say fome, and thou fhalt perfect be!" Perfect indeed, like noon of night! "AH “I'm Witness, that thou shalt inhe- | 1. rit." 5.Ere now I read, but what was next, I always ftupidly forgot; I found a riddle in each text; But this good Spirit loos'd the Knot. 6. Surely this Spirit of fpirits fram'd That Book of books, my Bible dear; A thing,that all things can be nam'd; Food, phyfic, pleasure, wealth, are there. 7. A Book, that makes the fimple A Book, that proves the wifeft fools; On perfons, churches, ftates, and me. Gafping to heaven for a flood; God's dear and never dying Love. If I my Comforter make fad, 391. H confcience! confcience ! Stands clear of Sin? And tho' my skin feels foft and fleek, Ev'n thro' my skin. 2. Yet why art thou caft down, my foul? Hope ftill in God, and on him roll; If Heaven fmile, what tho' death fcowl And confcience low'r ! A Book of my dear Christ's I have, By which I look, my God will fave My Soul from fin, my Flesh from grave, And from death's pow'r. 3.Death! thou may'ft bark, but can not bite, Tho' bent thy brow, tho' great thy Beyond thy fpleen in The very parchment of my skin, On both Hands of a Friend once flain, 4. Ye Yet in the Print of th'Nails I fee Life in a Saviour's hands for me, Whilft, as he hung upon the Tree, Hope hangs on Him. Therefore my dying Tongue shall fing, 5. Yea ev'n my Flesh, that fading thing, Shall reft in hope for that Day-fpring All th'night of death: And when I lay my weary head And bones in th'Grave as in a bed, Let not the mourner fay, "He's dead," But "flumbereth" 392. "LOVE, who each ev'ning makes my Bed, Had not whereon to lay his Head; Except you'll call that Crofs fo bitter A love-fick Saviour's Bed and litter, 2. Can I love Sin, which me would rack, Till bones do break and finews crack; And not love Him, who climb'd the tree, Racking himself to take down me? 5. He is the worthy Vine and Root, His Rules and love-lin'd Yoke fhall be A Neck-chain of pure Gold to me, • Cant. iv. 9. I. CH 397. HRIST, when hedy'd, deceiv'd the cross, And on Death's fide threw all the Lofs; The captive world awak'd,and found ThePris'ners loofe,the Jaylor bound. 2. By the first guilty fatal Tree, All our true Life and Liberty Were in one moment fold and flain : Here both look up, and live again. 3.0 Struggle dear and fweet Difpute Twixt Death's and Love's far diff'rent fruit! Oppos'd and differing as far, As antidotes and poisons are! 4. I fay, O ftrange mysterious Strife Of Death and hidden Life! When on the Crofs my King did bleed, open Life feem'd to die, "Death dy'd in deed. 398. 2. Thy hands to give thou canst not Yet will thy Hand ftill giving be : free. I. 400. 1.THE badge of Faith bids, ne'er Thefe wakeful Wounds of That all thy Life is one long Debt thine! Are they mouths, or are they eyes? Be they mouths, or be they eyne, Ev'ry Part fome one supplies. 2. Thou that on this Foot haft laid Many a Kifs, and many a Tear, Now thou shalt have all repaid, Whatfoe'er thy charges were. 3. This foot hath got Mouth and lips, To pay thy fweet fum of kiffes; For thy tears, an Eye that weeps, 'Stead of tears, fuch Gems as this is. forget Of love to him, who on the Tree Paid back the Flesh he took for thee. 2. When ftreams of life, from that full neft Of Loves, the Lord's too lib'ral Breaft, Flow'd in an am'rous mingled Flood Of Water, wedding precious Blood, 3. He wash'd thy ftain, transfer'd thy fmart. And took it home to his own Heart. This once done, Nails and Spear make good 5. Both in one Price were duly | Why fhould thy unftain'd Breast weigh'd, Both with one Price were fully paid: My Blushes with its own Heart's When the glad right-hand Scale did Should not the King ftill keep his throne, Because fome defp'rate fool's undone? 4. Will the bright Sun hang down his head, Or e'er the fooner fink to bed, Because somewhere a foolish Fly Grows wanton, and will rafhly die? 5. What was it to thy precious Blood, If my foul heart call'd for a flood? What did the Lamb, that he should need, When the Wolffins, himself to bleed? 6. With death and well-befeeming duft If I would bargain by base Luft, I. blood? 402: Ith all the pow'r my poor W heart hath Of humble love and loyal faith, for me. 2. Rich, royal food, bountiful Bread, Whofe Ufe denies us to the dead; Whofe vital Guft alone can give The fame Leave both to eat and live: 3. Live ever, Bread of loves! and be Life, foul, and furer Self to me. O foft felf-wounding Pelican, Whofe Breaft weeps balm for wounded man! 4. Ah, this way bend thy benign Flood To a poor heart that gafps for Blood; That blood, whofe leaft drops fovereign be To wash my world of Sins from me. 5. Come Love! come Lord! and that long Day For which I languifh! come away; When this dry foul, thefe eyes, fhall fee, And drink the unfeal'd Source of Thee. 6. Now Jefu Mafter, juft and true, Our Food, and faithful Shepherd too! O by thyfelf vouchsafe to keep, + 403. 1. Trange truth, that the selfST fame fhould be A Shepherd, Lamb, and Lion too! Q4 Yet |