Is it to antedate thy death? to indite
Thy condemnation himself, and write
The copy with thy blood,

Since nothing is so good?

Or, is 't by this experiment to try,

Whether thou beest born mortal, and canst die?

If man must needs draw blood of God, yet why Stays he not till thy time be come to die? Didst thou thus early bleed

For us to show what need

We have to hasten unto thee as fast;
And learn that all the time is lost that's pass'd?

"Tis true, we should do so: Yet in this blood 'There's something else, that must be understood; It seals thy covenant,

That so we may not want

Witness enough against thee, that thou art
Made subject to the Law, to act our part.

The sacrament of thy regeneration
It cannot be; it gives no intimation
Of what thou wert, but we :
Native impurity;

Original corruption, was not thine,
But only as thy righteousness is mine.

In holy Baptism this is brought to me,
As that in Circumcision was to thee:
So that thy loss and pain
Do prove my joy and gain.

Thy Circumcision writ thy death in blood:
Baptism in water seals my livelihood.

O blessed change! Yet, rightly understood, That blood was water, and this water 's blood. What shall I give again,

To recompense thy pain?

Lord, take revenge upon me for this smart :

To quit thy fore-skin, circumcise my heart.

THE EPIPHANY, OR TWELFTH-DAY.

GREAT, without controversy great,
They that do know it will confess
The mystery of godliness;
Whereof the Gospel doth intreat.

God in the flesh is manifest,

And that which hath for ever been

Invisible, may now be seen,

Th' eternal Deity new drest.

Angels to shepherds brought the news:
And Wise men, guided by a Star,
To seek the Sun, are come from far:
Gentiles have got the start of Jews.

The stable and the manger hide

His glory from his own; but these Though strangers, his resplendent rays Of Majesty divine have spied.

Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, they give;
And worshipping him plainly show,
That unto him they all things owe,

By whose free gift it is they live.

Though clouded in a veil of flesh,
The Sun of Righteousness appears,
Melting cold cares, and frosty fears,
And making joys spring up afresh.

O that his light and influence,
Would work effectually in me
Another new Epiphany,
Exhale, and elevate me hence :.

That, as my calling doth require,
Star-like I may to others shine;
And guide them to that Sun divine,
Whose day-light never shall expire !

THE PASSION, OR GOOD FRIDAY.

THIS day my Saviour died and do I live?
What, hath not sorrow slain me yet?
Did the immortal God vouchsafe to give
His life for mine, and do I set
More by my wretched life, than he by his,
So full of glory, and of bliss?

Did his free mercy, and mere love to me,
Make him forsake his glorious throne,
And mount a cross, the stage of infamy,
That so he might not die alone;

But dying suffer more through grief and shame,
Than mortal men have power to name?

And can ingratitude so far prevail,
To keep me living still? Alas!
Methinks some thorn out of his crown, some nail,
At least his spear, might pierce, and

pass Thorough, and thorough, till it rived mine heart, As the right death-deserving part.

And doth he not expect it should be so?
Would he lay down a price so great,
And not look that his purchases should grow
Accordingly? Shall I defeat

His just desire? O no, it cannot be :

His death must needs be death to me.

My life's not mine, but his: for he did die
That I might live: yet dièd so,
That being dead he was alive; and I

Thorough the gates of death must go
To live with him: yea, to live by him here
Is a part in his death to bear.

Die then, dull soul, and if thou canst not die,
Dissolve thyself into a Sea

Of living tears, whose streams may ne'er go dry,
Nor turned be another way,

Till they have drown'd all joys, but those alone, Which sorrow claimeth for its own.

For sorrow hath its joys: and I am glad
That I would grieve, if I do not:
But, if I neither could, nor would, be sad
And sorrowful, this day, my lot
Would be to grieve for ever, with a grief
Uncapable of all relief.

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 gone before.

Why dost thou stay,

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.