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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.

J

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 rev'rend 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

Ambassador is sent.

Heaven's legier 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 :

And to prevent all wrongs,
One faith unites

People of different rites.

O let his entertainment then be such
As doth him best befit:

Whatever he requireth think not much
Freely to yield him it :

For who doth this

Reaps the first-fruits of bliss.

TRINITY SUNDAY.

GRACE, Wit, and Art, assist me; for I see
The subject of this day's solemnity
So far excels in worth,

That sooner may

I drain the sea,

Or drive the day

With light away,

Than fully set it forth,

Except you join all three to take my part,
And chiefly Grace fill both my head and heart.

Stay, busy soul, presume not to enquire
Too much of what Angels can but admire,
And never comprehend:
The Trinity

In Unity,

And Unity

In Trinity,

All reason doth transcend.

God Father, Son God, and God Holy Ghost,

Who most admireth, magnifieth most.

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