Of what unmeasurable love Art Thou possest, Who, when Thou couldst not die, Wert fain to take our flesh and curse, And for our sakes in person sinne reprove; That by destroying that which ty'd Thy purse, Since, then, these three wait on Thy throne, Ease, Power, and Love, I value Prayer so, Wealth, fame, endowments, vertues, all should go; And quickly gain for each inch lost an ell. 77. OBEDIENCE. My God, if writings may Convey a lordship any way. Whither the buyer and the seller please, If this poore paper do as much as they. Το On it my heart doth bleed As many lines as there doth need passe And here present it as my speciall deed. If that hereafter Pleasure Cavill, and claim her part and measure, As if this passed with a reservation, Or some such words in fashon, I here shutt out the wrangler from Thy treasure. O, let Thy sacred will All Thy delight in me fulfill! Let me not think an action mine own way, Resigning up the rudder to Thy skill. Lord, what is man to Thee, That Thou shouldst minde a rotten tree! Yet since Thou canst not choose but see my actions, So great are Thy perfections, Thou mayst as well my actions guide as see. Besides, Thy death and bloud Thy sorrows were in earnest, no faint proffer, 15 20 25 Of what we might not take or be withstood. 30 Wherefore I all forego: To one word onely I say, No; Where in the deed there was an intimation Of a gift or donation, Lord, let it now by way of purchase go. 35 He that will passe his land, As I have mine, may set his hand And heart unto this deed, when he hath read, And make the purchase spread To both our goods, if he to it will stand. 40 How happie were my part, If some kinde man would thrust his heart Into these lines, till in heav'n's Court of Rolls Entred for both, farre above their desert! 78.¶CONSCIENCE. Peace, pratler, do not lowre: Not a fair look but thou dost call it foul, By list'ning to thy chatting fears 45 5 I have both lost mine eyes and eares. Pratler, no more, I say; My thoughts must work, but like a noiselesse sphere; Harmonious peace must rock them all the day, No room for pratlers there. If thou persistest, I will tell thee And the receit shall be My Saviour's bloud: whenever at His board No, not a tooth or nail to scratch, Yet if thou talkest still, Besides my physick know there's some for thee; ΤΟ 15 20 Some wood and nails to make a staffe or bill The bloudie crosse of my deare Lord Is both my physick and my sword. 79.¶SION. Lord, with what glorie wast Thou serv'd of old, Where most things were of purest gold, And now Thy architecture meets with sinne, There Thou art struggling with a peevish heart, Great God doth fight, He doth submit. All Solomon's sea of brasse and world of stone 5 10 15 Is not so deare to Thee as one good grone. 1 Kings vii. 23 And truly brasse and stones are heavie things- 20 And ever as they mount like larks they sing; 80. ¶ HOME. Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick, My spirit gaspeth night and day: O, show Thyself to me, Or take me up to Thee! How canst Thou stay, considering the pace The bloud did make which Thou didst waste? When I behold it trickling down Thy face, I never saw thing make such haste : Or take me up to Thee! When man was lost, Thy pitie lookt about To see what help in th' earth or skie; But there was none, at least no help without; The help did in Thy bosom lie: O, show Thyself to me, Or take me up to Thee! 5 ΙΟ Is. lxiii. 5 There lay Thy Sonne; and must He leave that nest, Leave one poore apple for Thy love? VOL. I. Or take me up to Thee! ? 15 20 |