A spirituall hymne or The sacrifice of a sinner to be offred vpon the altar of a humbled heart, to Christ our Redeemer. Inverted in English sapphicks, from the Latine, of the reverend, religious, and learned divine, Mr Robert Boyd of Trocborege. By Sr William Mure yo: of Rowallane knight. By whom is also annexed a poeme, entituled Doomes-day. Containing, hells horrour, and heavens happinesse. Roberti Boddii a Trochoregia Hecatombe christiana. English Boyd, Robert, 1578-1627. 1628 Approx. 69 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 30 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A16534 STC 3445 ESTC S116400 99851617 99851617 16902 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Hymns, English -- Early works to 1800. 2003-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-07 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-01 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2004-01 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE SACRIFICE OF A SINNER , TO CHRIST OVR REDEEMER . 1. CHRIST of thy Saints the a Head , the b King , Whose bounties vn-exhausted spring Doth to thy meanest c members bring Eternall streames of grace . Giue mee , ( sweet Saviour ) Thee to sing , In holy hymnes , with heart condigne Which eating age , nor envyes sting Shall in no time deface . 2 Thou Lord , with glorious beams d all bright ●lazing around thy Throne of light Outreaching farre my feeble sight , e heere , in deaths shade exylde , ●ns clouds dispell ; guilts loade make light Which doth surcharge my fainting spright , ●hat J may spreade thy praise , thy might , with heart pure , vndefyl'de . 3 a With worship chast , in soule sincere , Thou shouldst bee celebrate in feare . Hence , yee b vncleane , that darre appeare with hands , with hearts prophaine . O let a c Seraphim draw neare A slamming Coale , whose hand doth beare My lips , my heart , from Heauens high sphear● to purge from double staine . 4 Then shall these documents divine , By which thy crosses ●ruits , doe shyne To happie Life , conducting Thyne , my Thoughts by day , by night . With meditation deepe confyne : At morne , midday , my weake engyne While Heavens clear Torch his course decli● shall in thy praise delight , 5 Sonne , with thy Syre , in d yeares , in mig● In all e co-equall : f mans dimme sight Transcending : g like thy paterne bright An Other , and the Same . True God of God ; myld h Maid-borne wi● Blest i Ladder , reaching earth aright , Co-apting things of greatest hight with lowe : Lights glorious beame . 6 Safetie of Soules , sight of the blinde , Haven , where the shipwrakt shelter finde , End of all toyles , Ease of the minde , press'd downe with sinfull loade . Reward of works , due in no kinde , To conflict past the Palme assignde , Soules cure , with sins sore sicknesse pynde , the banisht mans aboade . 7 Blest a bow ▪ bepaynting azure aire , Thy pledge who did the World repaire , b Arke , rendring Thine secure from care of o●erflowing floods , Their Crowne that fight , their pryze most rare That run ; earths peace , heauens joy : hells feare ; A saving c Rocke to thine , a d snare to such as sinne secludes . 8 e Israels glory , f Gentiles light , Summe of the fathers wisht-for sight , Of Paradise , the deare delight . Eternall Tree of life . g On source which watering day and night In foure cleare streames divided right Preserues , from yeares , from dayes despight , but arte , or gardners knife . 9 The a Lawes , the b Prophets scope , who she● Thy face , when Thou the c vaile withdrew Of Types ; of d Shads the body true ; e Lambe , f Altar , g Priest at ones ; h Lambe kild before the Worlds first view ; Altar , which sinne inherent slew , Priest , who in man did grace renew mounting alone i heauens Thrones ▪ 10 J sing my k Mediators praise , Whose hand o're all the scepter swayes , Who l Angels fall did stint , yet stayes , m man falne , did raise againe . Who filde the breach , by wondrous wayes , Of Heauens proud Apostats , hells preyes , Earthlings adornde with Angells rayes ' mong'st the immortall traine : 11 But say ( sweet Iesu ) what procurde Thee , in a n servants shape immurde , To pittie man in sinne obdurde Gods rebell to beefriend ? To pleade for him who thee abjurde , Suffring thy Godhead lurke obscurde , Last , on the o Tree ( O Tears ) indurde , an ignominious end ? 12 a Else perisht had the World for aye , b No other Meanes Gods wrath could lay , c None else , could , ( working deaths decay , ) Mans Image fi●st , infuse ; d None else , Laws paine severe could pay ; Heauens wal's to scale no other way , To vernish fresh graues rotten prey , Means , Thou alone couldst vse . 13 ●ithout Thee Lord , e supremely blest ; Whom highest honour doth invest , f For Man with paines extremly prest , by spoyles of conquer'd Hell g ●eavens glorious courts had neere encrest : ●or should our fleshes loade , to rest ●boue the Spheares , its selfe addrest ' mid'st heauens blest hosts to dwell . 14 ●ence , sprang Mans ease exyling toyle ●s hopelesse groanes , which , so did boyle ●y breast , that Thou pourd'st in the Oyle of Mercie , in his wounds . ●is Plaints procur'd thy soules turmoyle h ●at Thou his l●t di●st●ake , to foyle ●ne , Death and Hell O Glorious spoyle ! ●hich , reasons ray confounds . 15 Our guilts soule shame , sname did deface , Empurp●ring thy vnstained face : Thy clouds , thy care , our light , our peace , our Victorie thy liftes , Thy hels , in heauen procurde vs place , Our honour grew by thy disgrace , O Wisedome , if not found by grace , Mans wit involves in mists . 16 O sauing Knowledge , which of right a The deepest Polititans sight O'resyles , drownde in eternall night , Jn clowdes of self-conceate ! O contrares , which by nature fight Thus reconcil'de , mix'd by thy might , Things weightie ballancing with light , O change ! O wonders great ! 17 Thy dumpes , our doo●efull hearts did c●● Our teare-blind sights , thy teares did cle● Thy deepe afflictions calmde our feare , Thy bands vs fred from paine . b Thy wants our wealth procur'de ; we ● Roabs , by thy rags : grieves , thou didst ● Our greifes , our languishings , en-deare thy blood , did ours restraine . 18 a That crimson sweat , these drops which drownd Thy blessed face , with rayes ours crownde , b Sins leprous spots , which soules confound , from Parents seede they purgde . Thou , shak'd by deaths approaching wound , 'gainst death mad'st vs secure be found , Thou of our innocence the ground , for vs , with guilt was vrgde , 19 c And when thou seemde some space to bee , Depriv'de from heauen of all supplie , Yet banisht Man , still deare to Thee Thou neuer didst forsake . Mans state was still before thine Eye Till entring Hell , Thou sett him free , O d Crosse once curst , now happie Tree , Source , whence all good wee take . 20 When Thou thy selfe triumphde o're sho's Nailde to the Crosse , exposde to blo's , Chargde by thy proud insulting foes with infamie , with shame . Torne , naked , pale , a mappe of woes , Whilst floods of wrath thou vndergoes , Thy syde trans-fixde , from which forth flo'es a e double gushing streame , 21 a Thy soule commending to thy Syre , While twixt two b Theeues , Thou didst expire c Loe , then enlarging thine Jmpire Thy foes Thou Captiues led , Triumphing on the Tree , hells ire , d Deaths sting , Earths Kings that did conspire Bound , hand and foote , thy wraths hote fyre their shame , before Thee bred . 22 Thou ledst ( great Victor ) foylde in fight Those e bands , in darknesse that delight Roots of mans ruine , foes to right , f Sin , bound Thou didst detaine ; To Heauens high courtes , a glorious sight , Gods Rebells vanquishde by thy might , Condemnde in chains of horride night for euer to remaine . 23 Loe , heere , deaths g double-poynted sting , h Laws hand writ there traverst , ( deaths spring ) Trode vnderfoote , in triumph bring Thou didst , i nail'd to thy crosse . Thee , swallowing vp ( death conqu'ring King ) k Death to it selfe , the graue did bring : On rav'ning Wol●e , preyde ravishde thing , Victorious by losse . 24 By death insulting , held as dead , Deaths death Thou was , and deaths remeed . O Thou who dost Gods secreets spread , a Author , revealer wise , Heauens pure delight , the womans seede , Who b treading downe the Serpents head , To wretched Man , didst pittie plead , Way , leading to the Skyes , 25 Oh , what had beene our fearefull fate , Deare soules Redeemer ? what our state ? Of ire , what hudge inunding spaite had quenchde our of-spring weake ? Without thee Lord ? hells preys of late , c Who mongst thy saints didst vs relate , And mounting heauens with glorie great , deathes brazen barres didst breake . 26 Who saues vs in the day of ire , When all shall bee refinde with fire Who with thy Sp'rit dost vs inspire , d Arls of eternall Life . Thy SP'RIT of peace , our pledge , our hyre , Who , all vnites of thy empire To Thee , our Head , our soules desire , for ever shunning strife . 27 His seuen-fold grace doth vs defend From snares , the World , the flesh , forth send , From Fiends infernall , which doe bend theirs pow'rs 'gainst Thine , by night , Which flie like a pestes by day , in end On winges , with faith and hope empen'd , Heauens starrie circuits , wee transcend by vertue of his might . 28 Hee , who eternallie foorth came With Father , and with Sonne , the Same Third b branch , joynd with that twofold stream , c witnesse on earth to beare , By him confirmde , wee d accesse claime , To Gods hie Throne : with feare and shame Brought low ; by him wee doe proclaime , e Abba , O Father deare . 29 f He sending vp a secreet grone , Doth penetrat Gods eares anone , No wordes , no cryes can reach his Throne , nor speedier pierce the skies , He doth vnsyle the eyes alone Of soules sincere , to them is showne The lawes hid sense● Hee doth enthrone the lowe ; the proud despise , 30 Soules languishing his grace revives , To wandring steps hee regresse gives ; The falne liftes vp , deathes throe's releiues , by warme light of his flame . The hardest heart of flint hee reaves , For iubjects , Rebells home receiues ; Subdues the stubburne , that believes , no hardnesse breedes him shame . 31 Ev'n as perfumes , which most excell , Worke on weake sents , and doe dispell All former loathings : So befell Thy Saints , the Virgines deare : a How soone thy Names sweet fragrant smell Was powred foorth , all prostrate fell , Who gainst Thee did before rebell , Thy yoke now gladly beare . 32 O let this dewy showre descend , Of thy sweet Oyle , that We in end That Rocke of safetie may ascend , admitting no retreat . Conduct vs who on thee depend , ( b Life-giuing essence ) vs defend , Who here our days in dangers spend which vs each moment meete . 33 Lead vs , poore Pilgrims , vnexpert , Our Compasse , Pilote , Pole , who art , Through this inhospitall desert , this vaile of bitter teares , Where perill lurkes in euerie part , Where Asps their poys'nous stings forth dart , Whose plaines , no pleasures else impart but scrotching drought , and feares . 34 a Lead vs , those rivers to frequent Where milke and honey yeelds content . O! euer blesse , with good event , the wrestlings of thine owne Till , comming in the firmament Unlookt for , by earths trembling tent , When times last b Period shall bee spent , Thy glory thou make knowne . 35 That Day shall rest , c Heauens rolling spheares , Earthes refluous tumults , deathes pale feares , d O day , which neuer night outweares , Night , by no day displac't ! Then , to the source floods course reteires , Time lurking then , no more appears , Hid in the vast abysse of yeares , from whence , it first did haste . 36 a O day , which doth all blesse impart To all , who vpright are in heart ; b O day of horrour , full of smart , to all of sprite impure ! c Day , which shall sobs of saints convert In songes of Joy : Day which shall dart , Wrath on the wretcht , who then shall start wak'd from their sleepe secure . 37 d That Trumpets terrifying sound That day , their ears , their souls , shall wound In sine deepe Lethargie , long drownde , to heare a fearefull doome , Whose noise , whose murmurings profound Shall call , what e're earths limits bound Or who in floods , o'rewhelmde are found hid in the Oceans wombe . 38 Who cheardare with the Worlds bright Eye , ●nvest'd yet with mortalitie , f Or whose dead ashes scattered flie , dispersde through earth or aire , ●his dayes sharpe tryall all must see , ●sentered once lifes miserie , ●ea , babes , which scarce yet breathing bee , must at this found appeare 39 a When flammes shall furiously confound ( Lightning thy glorious Throne around ) What e're shall bee their object found , in this inferiour Frame . Shaking the World , ev'n to the ground , Razde from its center , laid profound , Dissolving what earths fabricke crownde with greatest Arte , or fame . 40 b The Suns cleare beames , clouds shall enfold , c Starres losse their light ( earths pride controld ) What Earthlings did most pretious hold d records of wit , of strength , e Shall with this mouuments rare mold , More quicklie melt than can bee told , All this great All shall , ( as of old ) a Chaos turne at length , 41 f Then when the screiches , and frightfull cryes Of such Gods wrath as vnderlyes , Encrease the noise of rushing skies , of earthes disjoynted frame , g Hee makes divorce , that 's only wise , The damned goates hee doth despise Poynts out his lambes , h whose sinfull dyes hee pu●gde with bloody streame . 42 a When blessed soules shall fred of feare Thy Throne encircling , Thee draw neare , As dayes comforting Beame , the spheare the Orbe of purest heauen . b The clouds transcending , c shining cleare , Thy footsteps streatched foorth to beare , Those trembling bands shall streight reteare downe to the Center driven . 43 Trembling to heare the thundring noise , Of thy three-forked fearefull voyce , Which streight their soules , with sad annoyes with terrours strange shall pierce . d Hence , hence yee cursed , hells convoyes , Who of this Portion earst made choyse , In chaines of darknesse , end your Joyes , amidst hells furyes fierce . 44 Goe curst for aye , exy●de from light , From hope , from e rest , from all delight , Where wormes ne're dying , wrath and spight f gnashing of teeth , and teares . ●then , what horrour , what affright , ●hall on those hopelesse prisners light , ●ebarrde eternally his fight , who on the throne appeares , To the right Vertuous and WORSHIPFULL , THE MUSES Deare Minion , St. W. MVRE , Knight . Author . Epigram . WHen thy sweet Sophoclean straines I read , Motions of Love , and Admiration breed Within my breast ; for thy soule-charming Songes ( To whom the Laurell as thy due belongs ) Haue rais'de in Mee hotte flammes of kinde Desire That I must love Thee still , and still admire , Thy glorious choyse , and with deserved praise Stirre vp thy Muse , a higher flight to raise , Well dost Thou now disclaime that Dwarfling fond , And builds thy Thoughts vpon a divine ground . Walter Forbes DOOMES-DAY Containing , HELLS horrour , and HEAVENS happinesse . By Sr WILLIAM MVRE yo : of Rowallane Knight 1 BUT now , my Sprite refresht a space , Forbearing pressed steppes to trace Aspires aboue the vulgare prease , to raise a second flight . I feele my bosome peece and peece Warmde with vnusuall flammes : Giue place Eare-charming fancies , Artes disgrace , affoording false delight . 2 Thoughts , which aboue the spheares inclyne , Wings , furnish to my weake engine , If Thou , O Lord , the a Horne of Thine in mee , this Rapture wrought Bee present by thy power divine , Grant in my lines thy might may shyne , From drosse of sinne , my spr'ite refine , raise from the earth my thought . 3 But why thus pants thou in my breast Affrighted soule , deprivde of rest ? What sudden feares thy joyes molest , what jarres disturbe thy peace ? Why tremblest thou , with terrours prest , To heare that fearefull doome exprest By that great Judge , who euer blest is just , as full of grace . 4 Heere pause a space , ( My Soule ) acquent Thy selfe this judgement to prevent : No moment of our time is spent , which thither doth not lead . The dangers seene , which doe torment Thy troubled minde with discontent gainst them , let fervent sutes bee sent Jmmunitie to plead . 5 Haste , haste my Soule , shake off delay , Which too much of thy time makes prey Lay vp provision for that Day , there boldlie to arriue . Where Reprobats , accurst for aye , Shall wish in vaine their lifes decay , That earth would to their soules make , way● them swallowing vp aliue . 6 Oh! what encounter sad shall bee Twixt soules , from darknesse chaines set free , And bodies , mates in miserie calde foorth , to bee combynd , Not for reciprocall supplie As friends new joynde in amitie , But neuer dying , aye to die , in quenchlesse flammes confynde . 7 Deaths loathsome den , detested Jayle , Scout , following sin with stretched sayle , Which fleeting froaths , which pleasures fraile , On Rocke of shipwrack led . Maske of mischiefe , sins slender vaile , Good Motions euer bent to quaile , Which in the birth thou didst assaile Them burying as they bred . 8 Wretch , who to pamper dust , didst doate , Whom Hell attends with open throate , Readie to retribute the lote to thy deservings due . Oh! what hath violate deaths knot , That still in graue thou didst not rot , Masse overspred with sins foule spot , raisde , anguish to renue ? 9 Thus ( too too late ) the Soule shall rayle ; Re-entring this abhorred Iayle , Which recombynd , while both bevaile Lifes misgoverned raines , Then Angels shall to Judgement haile . There , whence no party can appeale , To heare deathes sentence countervaile , Lyfes Ioyes , with endlesse paines . 10 O wretch , who Judgement heere delayes , Whom false securitie betrayes , Who ne're thy Sins blacke summe surveyes which future anguish breedes . Then , shall the Auncient of dayes Who all mens works in ballance layes , Examine all thy wordes , thy wayes , thy thoughts , thy foule misdeedes . 11 None shall this search ●euere eschew , From bookes laide open to his view , A summar processe shall ensew , conforme to thy trespasse . Thy sins all summond , Thee which slew , Approving thy damnation due , When all the blest coelestiall crew , shall on thee , ver●ict passe . 12 Thou , who to lewdnesse now art prone , What shame , what smart , ( lifs pleasures gone ) Shall on thee feaze , when gazde vpon By ea●th , by angrie heauen ? When naked , comfortlesse , alone Thou trembling stands before the Throne , Under Gods wrath , guilts loade dost grone , feares , with thy faults made eaven . 13 When thy tormenting conscience torne , Thou guiltie stands that Iudge beforne Whose Image did thy soule adorne , who did infuse thy breath . Who pittying thee to sin forlorne , Left heauens , was of an earthling borne , Liu'de loth'd , dyde with contempt and ●corne emptyed the Cup of wrath . 14 Witnesse , earth trembling at his paines , Dayes beame , which all in clouds detaines , The silver Moone , which pale remaines , for horrour of the sight . Witnesse his hands , with bleeding veines , Of this great All which holds the raines , His side pierc't through to purge thy staines , polluted sinfull wight . 15 Where shall thou then safe shelter finde Soule , than the sightlesse Mole more blinde , When with those straits extreame confynd faint , pale , confusde thou stands ? By doome , which cannot bee declinde , Adjudgde for euer to bee pinde , Where day nere dawnde , Sunne neuer shinde mongst the infernall bands . 16 Where teares no truce , playnts find no plac● On either hand in desp'rate cace , Behinde thee , who thy pathes did trace , attend thy woefull lote , Before thee flamms , Earths frame deface Aboue , an angrie Judges face , Below , Thee gaping to embrace , Hells sulphure-smoking throat . 17 Thy feares , shall bee with cryes encrest Of damned Soules , with anguish prest With greife , with horrour vnexprest , of due deserved ire . The fyre-brands of a conscious brest , Shall of thy terrours not bee least , While worms , which on thy conscience feas● thy easlesse paine conspire . 18 But when ( most like a thunder dart ) That separating doome , a Depart , Pronounc'd , shall pierce thy panting heart , with a most fearefull knell . Which shall thee from Gods presence part , Exposde to torments , that impart Nor end of time , nor ease of smart , while headlongs hurld in hell . 19 Their shalt thou dive in depthes profound , Still sinke but never meete a ground , In waves still wrestling to bee drownd , deluded still by death ; Crying , where comfort none is found , Pynde , where no pittie rage doth bound , Thy Cup , with floods of vengeance crownde of the Almighties wrath . 20 Bathde in a bottomlesse abisse , Paine still encressing , ne're remisse , Where Scorpions sting , where serpents hisse , wormes , neuer satiate , gnaw . Rackt , thinking what thou was , now is , Deprivde for aye from hope of blisse , For toyes , eternall joy didst misse , nor crub't by love , nor aw . 21 No Torment doth it selfe extend Heere , all the members to offend , Which vniversall griefe doth send , doth every part entrinch : There paines , which reasons reach transcend On soule and body both descend , No joynt , nerve , muscle , without end but sev'rall plagues doe pinch . 22 Lascivious Eye , with objects light Which earst did entertaine thy sight , Weepe , there exylde in endlesse night lockt vp in horride shads . Nyce Eare , whose Organ earst did spight , All sounds , whence flowde no fals delight There , horrour ever and affright thy curious sense vpbraids . 23 Smell , earst with rare pe●fumes acquent , Still interchangde to please thy sent , For incense , sulphure ( there ) doth vent , smoake for thy odoures sweet . Taste , vnto which to breed content , Robt were the Earth , Sea , Firmament , Mongst soules , which penurie torment There , famine Thee doth meete . 24 Vile wormeling , Thou whose tender pride , The weakest Sunshine , scarce couldst byde , There , plungde in this impetuous tyde , must feele the force of fire . Where damned soules on every syde , Howling and roaring still abyde , Which finde no shelter them to hyde from this eternall ire . 25 There , the Ambitious , who in skies Did ( late ) on wax-joynde winges arise , Of base contempt is made the pryse , the Proudling pestred downe . There Dives , who did earst despise Of famisht soules , the piercing cries , Shall one cold drop of water pryse aboue a Monarches crowne . 26 Loe , there the vile licentious Goate Whom lawlesse lust did ●arst besotte , Enchainde in the embracements hotte of furious raging flames . There , to the drunkards parched throate , Justice , doth scrotching drought allote In floods of fire , which judgde to floate still vaine refreshment claimes . 27 On Covetous , on cruell wight , Shall equall weight of vengeance light , With byting vsurie , with spight , the poore ones who did presse . So to the remnant that did fight , 'gainst heauens decrees , their conscience light , Gods wrath shall bee proportionde right , by measure , more or lesse . 28 Soule , which vnpittied ever playnes , Heere , suffring for thy sins soule staynes Flammes , lashing whips , rackes , fyrie chaynes tormenting outward sense . Of all most terrible remaines , Losse of Gods face , while thou sustains . O hell of hell ! O paine of paines ! still to bee banisht thence . 29 But when thou hast as many yeares Those tortures felt , as shyne in sphears Lights , fixt and straying , eyes haue teares or waves the azure Plaine , No nearer are their end those feares , Ever beginning , which thou beares , No change abates , no date outweares , thy euer pinching paine . 30 O dying life ! O living death ; O stinging fyre , blowne by Gods breath ; O boyling lake , no ground which hath , destroying nought it burnes ! O overflowing flood of wrath , Which damned soules are drencht beneath , O pit profound , O woefull path ; whence , Entrer ne're returnes . 31 Sweet a Reconciler , Prince of peace , Who pittying Mans most wretched cace , Didst hellish agonies embrace in soule , in bodie shame , Let mee in those extreames finde grace , Illightned by thy glorious face , Rankt mongst thy Saints , the elect race whose wayes thou didst proclaime . 32 O! let me safe protection plead Unto my soule , which full of dread , Hanges ouer Hell , by lifes fraile threed conservde but by thy might , That when , heauens , whence it did proceed , Its separation have decreed , With b Noahs Doue , Thou mayst it lead there whence it first tooke flight . 33 Oh , how it longes , on winges to rise , ( Secure from sins contagious dyes ) Endenizde citizen of skies with Thee , for aye to rest . Oh , how it doth the Jayle despise , In fleshes fetters , it wh●ch tyes , And lets it , to enjoy the pryse , with which thy Saints are blest . 34 For Thee I thirst , O living spring , Pure source of life , who guides faiths wing , By flight , to reach the hyest thing , to compasse things most hard . When shalt Thou mee from danger bring To Port of peace , my God , my King , Blest giver , and the gifted thing ? rewarder , and reward ? 35 When shall J from exile set free My native home , my country see ? When one immortall Pineons flie , that holy Citie reach ? Whose streetes pure gold , gold buildings bee Walls , stones most precious beautifie , Ports solide Pearles , Guests neuer die , whose peace , no paines empeach . 36 Eternall spring , ( shrill Winter gone , ) This Climate constant makes alone , Nor flamming heate , nor frozen Zone distemper heere doe breed . From Lambes sweet breath , on glories throne Enstalde , are balmie odours throwne , Time hath no turnes , heere change is none , no seasons doe succeed . 37 Pale envy , emulation , spight , Nor death , nor danger heere affright , Heere hopes nor feares , nor false delight , in sublunarie toyes . No Lampe dartes foorth alternat light The Lambes sweet face here shines ay bright , Which of the Saints doth blesse the sight who doe in him rejoyse . 38 Heere simple beautie scorneth Arte , Rose-cheeked youth , old ages dart , Joyes perpetuitie impart , no warre disturbs this peace . O this Gods Palace royall arte Preparde in these , with all desart For all that vpright are in heart , ere light did paynt heavens face . 39 Thou , by whose pow're the spheares are rol● Earths hanging Orbe , who dost vphold , Great Architect , King vncontrold , Lord of this Universe , E●stalde heere on a Throne of gold , Dost diamantine scepter hold , Givest Lawes to earth , hence dost behold how wights below converse . 40 If heere , such eye-enchaunting sights , Amazing beauties , choise delights , This Mansion low , of dying wights Earths brittle Orbe adorne , What wonders then , what glorious lights , Must beautifie those reachlesse hights , Thy blest aboade , which dayes , which nig● vicissitude doth scorne ? 41 If these such admiration breed , What Thou , who didst heauens Curtain sprea Earth stayde midst aire , that it doth neede its weight nought to sustaine . Who full of Majestie and dread , Of intellectuall pow'rs dost plead Attendance , on thy face which feede , O ever blessed traine ! 42 Archangels , Angels , clothde with might , Thrones , Cherubs , Seraphins of light , Princes and Powers all shining bright , Dominions , vertues pure . With beames that sparkle from the sight , ●nflamde , which flie no other flight But satiat rest , rapt with delight , which doth for aye endure . 43 O sweet societie ! how blest They , who these orders haue encreast , From labour free , in peace who rest surpassing humane sense ? Where blesse , where glory doth invest Apostles , Martyres , and the rest Of holy Saints , with tortures prest , to death , in Trueths defence . 44 The Patriarchs , Prophets , Lights divine , ( Cleare starres on earth ) bright suns here shine Heere all the elect hoast , deathes line which yet haue ouerpast . Incorp'rat to their Head , incline One way , Joyes common all combine , This band no discord can vntwine , loue doth eternall last . 45 Of glorie 'mongst these bands elect , Degrees there are , but no defect , Full vessells all , none can expect more , than the lest containes . Mans heart no pleasure can project , But greater doth from hence reflect , One cause , in all workes one effect , of measure none complaines . 49 O Joyes ! my drossie sprite , which wing Upwards , aboue the spheares to spring , ( Times Father ) where thy praises ring , which Saints , which Angels raise : Where all around Thee in a ring Heau'ns hoasts , high Allelujahs sing , O heavenly consort ! Blessed King , blest people , Thee who praise . 47 No woefull earth-confined wight , With Owlish eyes can view this light : The weake horizon of Mans sight , farre , farre which doth outreach , This vnexpressible delight , Doth reasons dazelde eye benight , What J cannot conceiue aright , Lord , let experience teach . 48 Giue mee , that in some measure small ( While fleshes bands my sprite enthrall ) ● may , a farre , a glance let fall , at these contentments poynt , These termlesse Joyes which ( one day ) shall In honny , turne Saints bitter gall , From guilt , when flamms shall purge this Ball this Engine hudge disjoynt , 49 When the Arch-angels voice shall raise The graues pale guests , the World amaze , Around all burning in a blaze , suffring for mans offence . What Joyes , then , sleeping Saints shall seaze How much this long-longde sight them please This sight , deaths fetters which shall ease , all passed cares , compense ? 50 O what a happie houre ! how deare , How glorious shall this day appeare To thee my Soule , when fred from feare , grimme death , thou darst outface ? When ( thy redemption drawing neare ) Lifes toyles shall trophees to Thee reare , Which cankring Tyme shall ne're outweare , nor foes despight de●ace . 51 Though tyrants , haue by doome vnjust In furious flammes thy carcasse thrust , Not d●igning It , to earth to trust with honour of a graue , No Atome of thy scattered dust , But see this solemne Meeting must , Purgde from corruption , from rust of sinne did It depraue . 52 Thy shape renewde , more glorious made Than when it entred deathes darke shade , Raisde by his viuifying aide , Deaths powres who did controule . With flesh adornde , which ne're shall fade , Nor rotte in earthes cold bosome laide , But liue for aye the Mansion glade , of a Triumphing soule . 53 No beautie , nature brought'to light Did ravish most amazed sight , Which , as farre short , from day as night , from This , shall not bee found , Which shall adorne each new-borne wigh● Co-partner of this hid delight , The lame shall leape , proportionde right , the dumb● , Gods praises sound . 54 Caught vp , when on immortall wings To aire , this stage which ouerhings , To meete thy Head , the Saints who brings , to judge the damned traine . ( Saints , earst accounted abject things , Objects of scorne , weake vnderlings , On thrones enstalde , now sceptred Kings Eternally who reigne ) 55 What bands enclustred thee around , Shall make the Heauens with hymnes rebound , That Thou a straggling sheepe art found , their numbers to encrease ? ●f they did such applauses sound At thy conversion , how profound Shall be their Ioyes , to see thee crownd , with them to acquiesse ? 56 As pansiue Pilgrime , sore distrest , Wearie and weake , with famine prest , Whom feare of Robbers doth infest , straying alone , in need . If Hee , while dreaming least of rest , Should in an instant , bee addrest , Where , hee might live , for ever blest , how should his Joyes exceed ? 57 Even so my soule ( now on the way ) Too easily seduc't astray , When Thou shalt find this solide stay , this Center of repose . How shall the pleasures of this day , Adorning Thee , with rich array , Thy suffred labours all allay , afflictions all compose . 58 What boundlesse Ocean of delight Shall quench all paines , all passed plight , Endured wrongs , digested spight , of tyrannizing pride ? By Angels , Messengers of light , When brought in thy Redeemers sight , Set free , from deathes eternall night adjudg't , in blesse to byde . 59 When large Memorials shall record The meanest good , thou didst afforde , To poore , to sicke : when deed , nor word shall want the owne rewarde : The Judge , thy Advocate , thy Lord : Who now absolves , Thee , first restorde : O bond ! O double-twisted cord ! O vndeservde regard . 60 But O! when Thou casts backe thine eyes , Thy voyage dangerous espyes Foes ambushments , laide to surprise , thy wayes when thou dost vieu , The traines set foorth Thee to entise , Base pleasures , which Thou didst despise , What boundlesse joyes shall thence arise ? what Solace sweet ensue ? 61 What strange applauses thence shall spring ? When Saints doe shout , when Angels sing ? When Heauens hie vaults , loud Eccho's ring , of that Absolving voyce ? Come Yee , whose faith did vpwards spring Contempt who on the World did fling , Blest of that great Sky-ruling King. Enter in endlesse Ioyes . 62 O Joyes , with these as farre vn-even To Man which to conceiue are given , As loftiest of the Planets seven earths Center doth transcend . ( By wit , who prease to pry in heauen , Backe by a Cherubin is driven ) Mans Reason is a v●ssell riven , can litle comprehend . 63 O Joyes , as much bedazling sight , As day's bright Beam , the weakest light , Aboue small Gnats , as Eagles flight amidst the clouds ensphearde , Ioyes , as farre passing all delight , Yet euer heard by humane wight , As ghastly screiches of Owles , which fright , with Larks sweet laves comparde . 64 These boundlesse Joyes , this endlese peace , In this , claims principally place , To see God clearely , face to face , Him , as Hee is , to view . ( Not heere , as doth fraile Adams race , Who through a glasse this sight embrace , And steps of things created trace , to reach these pleasures trew . ) 65 With Judgement pure , to know , as knowne , These Persons three , in essence One , God varying in names alone , Father , Sonne , holy Ghost . To know , why Man to lewdnesse prone ( Angels o'repast ) God did repone , In state of grace , why mercy showne To Some , while damnde are Most . 66 Which Joyes , on all the Saints elect , On soules and bodies both reflect , By ravishing the Intellect , the Memory and will. Which all the Senses doe affect With pleasures farre aboue defect , Who can the rich contents detect , those blessed Bands which fill ? 67 How more perspectiue , pure and free , ( Sequestred from mortalitie ) The Understanding facultie , how prompter it perceiues : How more sublime the Object bee , The Union inward , and more nie : Joyes , of a more supreme degrie , the Intellect conceaues . 68 Here charg'd with chains of flesh and bloode , Wee apprehend by Organs roode , The drossie mindes of Earths weake broode , imaginde knowledge swells : There , bathing in a boundlesse floode Of blesse , we shall , ( as sprites which stoode ) Know , ( vnpust vp ) our Soueraigne good ▪ In him , all creatures els . 69 What object can , in greatnesse , hight , In glorie , majestie , in might , This paralell , whence all delight , all pleasure , only springs ? With rayes of vncreared light Which cherish , not offend the sight , Who shines most blest , for ever bright , eternall King of Kings . 70 What Union , can so strict bee found , So firme , successionlesse , profound , Mans deepest speculation , drownd is in this vast abisse . This gulfe , this Ocean without ground , The ravisht minde doth wholly bound , Jt drencht heerein , with glorie crownd bathes in a Sea of blesse . 71 If charming sounds , ensnaring sights , In mindes of wonder-strucken wights Doe moue , such violent delights as passe the bounds of speach , The Joyes then midst these reachlesse hights , Ay bright with euer-burning lights , Must farre transcend the loftiest flights , wits most profound can reach . 72 The fluide Joyes , which here entise , From things corruptible arise , No Union , but externall , ties the sense and object fraile : How should wee then these pleasures prise , Which ever laste aboue the skies ? This Union strict , all change defies , this bonde can neuer faile . 73 What superexellent degrees Of Ioy , the Jntellect shall seaze ? When Jt , with cleare , vnsyled eyes the speces , natures , strength , Of beastes , of birds , of stones , of trees , Of hearbes , the hid proprieties , Th' essentiall differences sees of Creatures all at length ? 74 Of Ioy , what ouerflowing spaite , Inunding this Theater great , Drench with delight shall euery state here marshalled above ? Till now , euen from the Worlds first date , When Saints secure from sins deceate , Their Palmes , their Crownes receiue , who late earth 's vtmost spight did prove . 75 Nor shall the knowledge of the paine , The torments which the damn'd sustain , The cryms which earst their soules did staine , impare these joyes divine : These blacke Characters show most plaine Gods justice , their deserved bane , The brightnesse of the blessed traine oppo●de , more cleare doth shine . 76 Their Vengeance , shall the Just rejoyse , ( Heavens blesse comparde with hels annoyes ) As earst by regal Prophets voice , divinely was fore-told . Saintes should incompassed with Joys , Bathe in their blood , whom death destroyes Happie , who so his life employes , mongst Saints to bee enrold . 77 Heere oft ( with wonder rapt ) wee find , The punishment with vertuous minde , The fault with the reward combinde , at which the lust repines . There , fault with punishment confinde Rewarde , to vertuously inclinde , Eternall justice vndeclinde , impartially assignes . 78 As these , and more joyes vnexprest , The Understanding doe invest , As in the Center of its rest , So heere , the will doth pause In peace , which cannot bee encrest , Not wrestling passions to digest ; O calme tranquillitie ! how blest They , whom this loadstone drawes . 79 Hence spring , such ardent flammes of loue To God , to all the Saints aboue , That not one ioy , these hoasts do proue which It , doe not delight , Hence , It , no fewer joyes doe moue , Then God , Co-partners doth approue , Joyes infinite , which ne're remoue nor weakned are by slight . 80 As soules , which horride shads enchaine , This , doe not feele their meanest paine , With mates most hated to remaine for aye , by just decreite : How happie then , this glorious traine , With these , eternally to raigne , Who mutuall love , doe entertaine , Insep'rablie vnite ? 81 From thence a quiet calme Content A sympathyzing sweet concent , Satietie which vnacquent with loathing , doth arise . Man heere in earths ignoble tent , Desires vnbounded still torment , The more hee hath the more is bent things fading to comprise . 82 O soule , which life doth heere expose To inward feares , to outward foes , Deluded by deceaving show's with shads of seeming blesse , When with content , thy Cup oreflows When hopes nor vast desires thou knowes , How deare shall bee this sweet repose which aye beginning is ? 83 O Peace ! on which all hap depends , Mans vnderstanding , which transcends To Thee alone , our labour tends , our Pilgrimage aspires . Happie , in Thee , his life who spends , In Joy , in peace , which never ends , To present toyles , which solace sends encentring our desiros . 84 By perfect Iustice , what excesse Of Joy shall to the will accresse ? Out-shining Adams righteousnesse in innocent estate ? ( But O! this Joy , who can expresse ? Not tongues of Angels , Mans much lesse , O ravisht Soule , heere acquiesse , drencht in this Ocean great ) 85 His Reason , Adams sense , and will Did serve , this God : but changeable Was this submission , now , but still All doe themselves subject To God : by bonde most durable , Fearing no fall , secure from ill , Rendring the soule most am'able to God , selfe , Saints elect , 86 O soule dejected , plungde in feare , Which stinging thoughts , minds horrors teare Thy wounded sprite , who canst not beare , with inward terrours torne . O how invaluable ! how deare , Would this integritie sincere To Thee ( in conscience rackt ) appeare , which doth the saints adorne ? 87 This innocence which doth exclude All spots , polluting , earths fraile broode , Pure , vndistainde , perfectly good , free from least sinfull thought : Saintes aye refreshing with that food Of Gods wingde messengers , which stood Confirmde in grace by purple floode , which Mans redemption wrought , 88 Nor shall lesse measure of content To Memory of Saints present How lifes small period heere was spent , encompassed with cares . From warres most pittifull event If settled , sweetest peace is spent , The soule , which earst did most lament joyes most , now fred of teares . 89 Of passed sight , the doubtsome fate The Souldier doth with joye relate . The sea-tosde wight , in dangers great , if gone , most pleasure finds . Past miseries inunding spaite , Most sweetens Saints triumphing state , Foes spoyles , which no invasion threat , lesse ravish noble Minds , 90 From passions fred , for happiest lote , Their purest parts which did bespot●e , Strugling , as exhalations hote in humide clouds inclosde ; From slights of dartes , the World foorth shot ( Entisements , which the best besotte ) While these in their remembrance floar , how much are they rejoysde ? 91 Revoluing in this calmest peace , How God , by his preventing grace , Our steps restrain'de , whilst we did trace the tempting paths of death , Of monstruous Sinnes in hottest chace , How , Hee in loue did vs embrace ; In this to joye , Saints ne'ere shall cease , while they in blesse doe breath . 92 The long vicissitude of yeares , Of Times , the Memory endeares , Since Worlds first Age , aboue the spheares , of blest celestiall bands . Which , while this Companie admires , Cause of these changes , cleare appeares In Prouidence large booke , which beares Records of Seas , of Lands . 93 In this great Volumne , read they shall Why Angels first , first Man did fall , Why God did This , not These recall , of his eternall grace . Why Hee did Abrams seede enstall , Peculiar most of Nations all , And why to Gentiles these made thrall , were planted in their place . 94 In these great Archives , scrold is found , Why dearest Saints are trode to ground , By Tyrants pryde , to which no bound oft is below assignde . To wit , more glorious to bee crown'd As their affections did abound Joyes may proportionall redound , as cresses them confinde . 95 Nor shall the Bodie now all bright , The fellow souldier of the spright . Bee frustrate of these Ioyes , by right of its redemption due . Of all , the Noblest sense , the Sight Impassible , not harmde by light Aboue all measure shall delight , amazde with wonders new . 96 How shall the ravisht Eye admire , When Suns past number , doe appeare ? Darkning that sparke , our hemi-spheare , which cleeres with chearefull rayes . On all hands , Nought , when farre and neare Encounters sight , but objects cleare , Blest Empyrean bands , which weare Crowns , Palmes , immortall bayes . 97 How shall this Beautie vs amaze ? How on this glorie shall wee gaze ? How on our bodies , which doe blaze with brightest beames of light ? Our bodies which ere death did seaze , ( Death which no prayers can appease ) Most loathsome burthens were to these whom most they now delight . 98 What breast can bound this joyes full spaite , To see falne Angels chayrs of state , Filde with our friends , familiars late , Love long dissolvde , renewde ? To see , to know ( O wonder great ) Saints all , all times did heere relate Since Abels blood ( a long-long date ) his brothers hands imbrued . 99 By force of flammes , which all subdue , When broght to nought , this worlds false shew Of Heauen , of earth , the fabricke new what wonders shall afford ? Things , which before wee never knew , Charming our euer-gazing view , With pleasures endlesse , perfect , true , which tongue cannot record . 100 But none of all these objects rare , Can with thy sight , O Christ , compare , Fulnesse of Joy reflecteth there on these , at thy right hand . Jn Righteonsnesse , thy face preclare , Who viewing , satisfied are , For which'a place , Thou didst prepare before thy Throne to stand . 101 If that great Herauld of Heau'ns King , Record of Thee , sent foorth , to bring , For Joy , did in thy presence spring , an Embrion , yet vnborne . Jf yet a babe , thy sight benigne , So Simeans soule with joy did sting , That hee his Obsequies did sing , With age and weaknesse worne . 102 If Easterne Sages spar'de ●o paine By Pilgrims toyles , thy sght to gaine , An infant , borne , but to bee slaine , in manger , meanlie laide ; What soule then can ●ese joyes containe Which shall arise to se Thy raigne ? The glory of thy heauenlie traine , whose pompe sh●ll never fade . 103 But O! ( Mee thinks ) of heavenly layes A Confort sweet my sense betrayes , By Organs of min : Eare , allayes all mind-remoding cares . Aboue time , moion , place , which raise My ravisht thoughts , to heare his praise Proclaimde , which heauens blest hosts amaze , by Notes of Angels ayres . 104 O harmony ! ●ranscending Arte Of which , the hopes , ease present smart : Thrise happie they who beare a part in this coelestiall Quire. O blest Musitians , most expert , Whose Ditties , all delight impart , Whose hymnes exhilarate the heart and entertaine the Eare. 105 Of Ambrosie , of Nictar streames , ( Heavens dainties lid in heathnish names ) An endlesse feast the Lambe proclaimes to all the Saints above . The Saints refresht nore with his beames Then wordlings withvaine pleasures dreams , O how desiderable se●nes to Thine , this feast of Love. 106 Jf beggars vile themselve hold grac't , At Tables of great Kings to feast , With curious cates to please their taste with choise of rarest thngs : Oh! what a heavenly sweet repast Doe Saints enjoy , which a●e shall last , Who at immortall Tables plac't , feast with the King of Kings . 107 Of all these Millions which frequent This Paradise of sweet content Perfumes most rare refresh the sent , from a perpetuall spring . Comforting Oyntments odours vent , Sweetning the heauens transpar●nt tent , Which flow from him his blood who spent His , to this blesse to bring . 108 Which , ( as in smell , taste , hearing , sight ) Jn feeling al 's enjoy delight , The Body changde , spirituall , light , apt euery way to moue , Nimble , as thought , to reach by flight , ( Unwearied ) heauens supremest hight The Center low , from Zenith bright , as It , the Minde doth move . 109 By Motion swift , heere , Bodies tost , If thus endangered to bee lost , The feeling sense , affected most participats most paine : What Joyes ( to view this numbrous host ) The Elementar regions , crost , When both vnharm'd throgh heauens may post shall then this sense sustaine ? 110 If Spasmes , if Palsies , pincing throes , Of Colick paines , invade , ( healths foes ) These torments , Feeling , vndergoes most sensible of griefe . Now when sequestred from those woes , Which marre lifes vnsecure repose , How shall this sense , set free , rejoyse , exult , at its reliefe ? 111 But euen as one ( more bold than wise ) A Pilgrimage doth enterpryse , O're Atlas tops , which hid in skies ▪ crownde are with Winter glasse : Hudge Mountains past , while hee espyes Jmpenetrable Rockes , arise , Forc't to retire , his course applyes by smoother pathes to passe . 112 So , while aboue the Spheares J prease , Steps , not by Nature reacht , to trace , The clowds to climbe with halting pace lets infinite impeach . Those reachlesse Ioyes , this boundlesse peace Jn number , measure , weight , encrease : That scarce begunne , my Song must cease , these hights transcend my reach . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Fancies Farewell . SON 1. TOo long my Muse ( ah ) thou too long didst toile , An Aethiopian striving to make white : ●ost seede on surrowes of a fruitlesse foile , Which doth thy trauells , but with Tares acquite . ●ence-foorth fare-well , all counterfeit delyte , ●linde Dwarfling , J disclaime thy deitie , ●y Pen , thy Trophees never more shall write : Nor after shall thine arts enveigle mee . With sacred straines , reaching a higher key , My Thoughts aboue thy fictions farre aspire : Mounted on wings of immortalitie , ● feele my brest warmde with a wountlesse fire . My Muse a strange Enthusiasme inspires , And peece and peece thy flamme , in smoake expires . SON . 2. HOures mis-employ'd , evanisht as a dreame , My lapse from vertue , and recourse to Ill , I should , I would , J dare not say , I will By due repentance and remorse redeeme . Loves false delight , and beauties blazing beame Too long benighted haue my dazled Eyes , By youth mis-led , I too too much did prise Deceaving shads , toyes worthy no esteame . Plungde in the tyde of that impetuous streame , Where fynest wits haue frequent naufrage made , O heavenly Pilote , I implore thine aide , Rescue my soule , in danger most extreame : Conduct mee to thy Mercyes Port , J pray , Save Lord , Oh , let mee not bee cast away . SONNET 3. LOoke home , my Soule , deferre not to repent , Time ever runnes : in floath , great dangers ly : Impostumde soares the patient most torment , While wounds are greene , the salve with speed apply Workes once adjourn'd , good successe seldome try , Delay 's attended still with discontent : Thrise happie hee , takes time ere time slyde by And doth by fore-sight after-wit prevent . Looke on thy labours : timouslie lament , Trees are hewde down vnwholsome fruits bring foorth Thy younger yeares , youthes sweet Aprile mispent Strive to redeeme , with works of greater worth . Looke home J say , make haste : O shunne delay , Hoyse sayle , while tyde doth last : Time posts away FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A16534-e10 a Eph. 4.15 . b Luk. 1.33 . c Ioh : 1 16. d Ioh : 1.9 e Exod 33.20 1. Tim. 6 16 a Ioh : 4.24 . b Mat. 7.6 . c Esay . 6.6 , 7. d Ioh. 1.12 . e Phil. 26 15. f Ro. 11.33 . g heb . 1.3 . C●l . 1 . 6● 67 h Matt : 1.16.1 . i gen . 13 12. a gen . 9.14 . b gen . 6.14 . c 1. Cor. 10 4. d 1. Cor. 12.3 . e ●u● 2.32 f luc . 10. g gen . 2● 9. a Rom. 10.4 . b Act. 10.43 . c 2. Cor. 3.14 . d Col. 2.17 . e Io. 1.36 f Heb. 13 10. g Heb. 2.17 . h Rev. 13 8. i Heb. 9 24 k Heb. 9.15 . l Col. 1.20 m 1 Cor. 1.30 . n Phil. 2.7 . o Phil. 2 , 8. a Tim. 1 15. b Col. 1 20. c Rom. 6.4 . d Gal. 3.13 . e Rom. 8.11 . f Phil. 2.9.10 , 11. g Esay 53 7.10 . h Esay 5● a 1. Cor. 1.21 . b 2 Cor. 8.9 . a luc . ●● 44 b Rev. ● 5. c Ma● 27.46 d deut . 23. e Ioh. 19 34. a luk . 23.46 b luk . 23.39 . c Col. 2.15 . d hos . 13.14 . e heb . 2.14 . f Rom. 8.2 . g 1 Cor. 15.26 . h 1 Cor 15.56 . i Col. 2.14 . k 1. Cor. 15.55 . a Iohn . 1.18 . b gen . 3.15 . c Col. 1.1 . d ● Co● 5.5 . 1. Eph. 13 14. a psal . 91 5.6 . b 1. Ioh. 5 8. c Rom. 8.16 . d Eph. 2.18 . e Rom. 8.15 . f Rom. 8.36 . a Cant. 1.2.3 . b Col. 3.4 . a Esay . 55 1. b Rev 10.6 . c Reu 6.14 d Reu 23.5 . a Rev : 21.4 b Rev : 21.8 . c Reu : 21.4 . d Mat. 1 34.31 . Rev : 20 13 f Thess. 4 16.17 . a 2. Thes. ● . 8 . b Mark. 13 24. c Rev : 6 13 d 2 Pet. 3.10 . e 2. Pet. 3 10. f Esay . 19 20. g Mat. 25 22. h Rev. 7 14. a Rev : 7 9. b Rev : 11.12 c Rev : 14.14 d Mat. 2● . 41 . e Rev : 14 1● . f Matt. 25.20 Notes for div A16534-e6330 a 2. Sam. ●● . 3 . a Mat. 25.41 . Paine of sense . Paine of losse . a Rom. 5.10 . b gen . 8.8 . Apoc. 19 ●● Apoc. 21.23 . 1. Pet. 1.20 . 1. Cor. 4.6 . Dan. 1● . 3 . Apoc. 9. ● . 1 Cor. 15 50. 1. Thes. 4 16. luke . 21.28 . ●say 35 6. 1 Thes. 4 17. 1. Cor. 6. ● . Apoc. 10 , Luk. 15.7 . Mat. 14 31. Mat. 25.34.35.36 . 1 Ioh. ● . 1 Mat. 25 34. Gen. 3 24. 1 Cor. 13 12. 1. Ioh. 3.2 . 2 Tim. 4 8. Psalm . 58.10 . Mat. 12 4● . Mat. 13 43. Gen. 48 P t. 3.3 . 9. Rev : 2. Psal. 17.15 .