And, by their owne weake Shine, did fearch the And Course of things, [fprings Shall with Inlightned Rayes Pierce all their wayes; And as thou faw'ft, I in a thought could goe To reade fome Starre, or Min'rall, and in State So fhalt thou then with me, Both wing'd and free, Rove in that mighty and eternall light, Shall dare approach us; we shall there no more Through melancholly clouds, and fay, One everlasting Saboth there fhall runne Dan. cap. 12. ver. 13. But goe thou thy way untill the end be, for thou fbalt reft, and stand up in thy lot, at the end of the dayes. Day of Judgement. Hen through the North a fire fhall rush And rowle into the East, And like a firie torrent brush And sweepe up South and Weft, When all shall streame and lighten round, And with furprizing flames Both ftars and Elements confound, And quite blot out their names,— When thou shalt spend thy facred ftore Of thunders in that heate, And low as ere they lay before Thy fix-dayes' building beate, When like a scrowle the heavens shall paffe And nought must stand of that vaft space Which held up night and day,— When one lowd blast shall rend the deepe, And from the wombe of earth Summon up all that are asleepe Unto a fecond birth, When thou fhalt make the Clouds thy feate, The Quick and dead, both small and great, O then it will be all too late To fay, What shall I doe? Repentance there is out of date, And fo is mercy too. Prepare, prepare me then, O God! And let me now begin To feele my loving father's Rod Killing the man of finne! Give me, O give me Crosses here, Still more afflictions lend! That pill, though bitter, is moft deare Lord, God! I beg nor friends, nor wealth, Three things I'de have, my foule's chief health, A living FAITH, a HEART of flesh, This last will keepe the first two fresh, I Pet. 4. 7. The end of all things is at hand; be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer. Religion. Y God, when I walke in those groves Under a Juniper fome house, Or the coole Mirtle's canopie, Others beneath an Oake's green boughs, Here Jacob dreames, and wrestles; there Another time by th' Angell, where He brings him water with his bread. In Abraham's Tent the winged guests Nay thou thy felfe, my God, in fire, Is the truce broke? or 'cause we have Or is't fo, as fome green heads fay, No, no; Religion is a Spring, That from fome fecret, golden Mine But in her long, and hidden Course, Then drilling on learnes to encrease On veines of Sulphur under ground; So poifon'd breaks forth in fome Clime, Juft fuch a tainted fink we have, Heale then these waters, Lord; or bring thy flock, Since these are troubled, to the springing rock; Looke downe great Master of the feaft; O fhine, And turn once more our Water into Wine! Cant. cap. 4. ver. 12. My fifter, my spouse is as a garden Inclofed, as a Spring fhut up, and a fountain fealed. The Search. Is now cleare day: I see a Rose To find my Saviour; I have been |