No grief was like that, which he grieved for me,
A greater grief than can be told :

And like my grief for him no grief should be,
If I could grieve so, as I would:

But what I would, and cannot, he doth see,
And will accept, that died for me.

Lord, as thy grief and death for me are mine,
For thou hast given them unto me;
So my desires to grieve and die are thine,
For they are wrought only by thee.

Not for my sake then, but thine own, be pleased
With that, which thou thyself hast raised.

THE RESURRECTION, OR EASTER-DAY.

UP, and away,

Thy Saviour's

Why dost thou stay,

gone before.

Dull soul? Behold, the door

Is open, and his Precept bids thee rise,
Whose power hath vanquish'd all thine enemies.

Say not, I live,

Whilst in the grave thou liest:

He that doth give

Thee life would have thee prize 't

More highly than to keep it buried, where
Thou canst not make the fruits of it appear.

Is rottenness,

And dust so pleasant to thee,

That happiness,

And heaven, cannot woo thee,

To shake thy shackles off, and leave behind thee Those fetters, which to death and hell do bind thee?

In vain thou say'st,

Thou art buried with thy Saviour,

If thou delay'st,

To show, by thy behaviour,

That thou art risen with him; Till thou shine
Like him, how canst thou say his light is thine?

Early he rose,

And with him brought the day,

Which all thy foes

Frighted out of the way:

And wilt thou sluggard-like turn in thy bed,
Till noon-sun beams draw up thy drowsy head?

Open thine eyes,

Sin-seized soul, and see

What cobweb-ties

They are, that trammel thee;

Not profits, pleasures, honours, as thou thinkest; But loss, pain, shame, at which thou vainly winkest.

All that is good

Thy Saviour dearly bought

With his heart's blood;

And it must there be sought,

Where he keeps residence, who rose this day:

Linger no longer then; up, and away.

THE ASCENSION, OR HOLY THURSDAY.

MOUNT, mount, my soul, and climb, or rather fly
With all thy force on high,

Thy Saviour rose not only, but ascended;
And he must be attended

Both in his conquest and his triumph too.
His glories strongly woo

His graces to them, and will not appear
In their full lustre, until both be there,

Where he now sits, not for himself alone,
But that upon his throne

All his redeemed may attendants be

Robed, and crown'd as he.

Kings without Courtiers are lone men, they say; And dost thou think to stay

Behind on earth, whilst thy King reigns in heaven, Yet not be of thy happiness bereaven?

Nothing that thou canst think worth having's here.
Nothing is wanting there,

That thou canst wish, to make thee truly blest.
And, above all the rest,

Thy life is hid with God in Jesus Christ,
Higher than what is high'st.

O grovel then no longer here on earth,
Where misery every moment drowns thy mirth.

But tower, my soul, and soar above the skies,
Where thy true treasure lies.

Though with corruption and mortality

Thou clogg'd and pinion'd be ;

Yet thy fleet thoughts, and sprightly wishes, may
Speedily glide away.

To what thou canst not reach, at least aspire,
Ascend, if not in deed, yet in desire.

WHIT-SUNDAY.

NAY, startle not to hear that rushing wind,
Wherewith this place is shaken :

Attend a while, and thou shalt quickly find,
How much thou art mistaken;

If thou think here
Is any cause of fear.

Seest thou not how on those twelve reverend heads
Sit cloven tongues of fire?
And as the rumour of that wonder spreads,
The multitude admire

To see it and

Yet more amazed stand

To hear at once so great variety

Of language from them come,

Of whom they dare be bold to say they be

Bred no where but at home,

And never were

In place such words to hear.

Mock not, profane despisers of the Spirit,

At what's to you unknown :

This earnest he hath sent, who must inherit

All nations as his own:

That they may know
How much to him they owe.

Now that he is ascended up on high
To his celestial throne,

And hath led captive all captivity,

He'll not receive alone,

But likewise give

Gifts unto all that live;

To all that live by him, that they may be,
In his due time, each one,

Partakers with him in his victory,
Nor he triumph alone;

But take all his

Unto him where he is.

To fit them for which blessed state of glory, This is his agent here:

To publish to the World that happy story, Always, and every where,

This resident
Embassador is sent.

Heaven's lieger upon earth to counter-work The mines that Satan made, And bring to light those enemies, that lurk Under sin's gloomy shade :

That hell may not

Still boast what it hath got.

Thus Babel's curse, confusion, is retrieved; Diversity of tongues

By this division of the Spirit relieved: