Help, lord, my Hope increase; And fill my portion in thy peace. Give love for life; nor let my dayes

Grow, but in new powres to thy name & praise.

O dear memoriall of that Death
Which lives still, & allowes us breath!
Rich, Royall food! Bountyfull BREAD!
Whose use denyes us to the dead;
Whose vitall gust alone can give
The same leave both to eat & live;
Live ever Bread of loves, & be

My life, my soul, my surer selfe to mee.

O soft self-wounding Pelican!

Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man.
Ah this way bend thy benign floud

To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood.
That blood, whose least drops soveraign be
To wash my worlds of sins from me.
Come love! Come LORD! & that long day
For which I languish, come away.
When this dry soul those eyes shall see,
And drink the unseal'd sourse of thee.
When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase,
And for thy veil give me thy FACE.

ΑΜΕΝ.

LAUDA SION SALVATOREM.

THE HYMN.

FOR

THE BL.

SACRAMENT.

I.

Ise, Royall SION! rise & sing

Thy soul's kind shepheard, thy hart's KING. Stretch all thy powres; call if thou can

Harpes of heavn to hands of man.

This soveraign subject sitts above

The best ambition of thy love.

II.

Lo the BREAD of LI[F]E, this day's
Triumphant Text, provokes thy prayse.
The living & life-giving bread,
To the great twelve distributed
When LIFE, himself, at point to dy
Of love, was his own LEGACY.

III.

Come, love! & let us work a song Lowd & pleasant, sweet & long;

Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise

Of so just & solemn joyes,

Which on his white browes this bright day

Shall hence for ever bear away.

IV.

Lo the new LAW of a new LORD.

With a new Lamb blesses the Board.
The aged Pascha pleads not yeares
But spyes love's dawn, & disappeares.

Types yeild to TRUTHES; shades shrink away;
And their NIGHT dyes into our Day.

V.

But lest THAT dy too, we are bid.
Ever to doe what he once did.
And by à mindfull, mystick breath
That we may live, revive his DEATH;
With a well-bles't bread & wine.
Transsum'd, & taught to turn divine.

VI.

The Heavn-instructed house of FAITH
Here a holy Dictate hath

That they but lend their Form & face,
Themselves with reverence leave their place
Nature, & name, to be made good.

By' a nobler Bread, more needfull BLOOD.

VII.

Where nature's lawes no leave will give, Bold FAITH takes heart, & dares beleive In different species, name not things, Himself to me my SAVIOUR brings, As meat in That, as Drink in this; But still in Both one CHRIST he is.

VIII.

The Receiving Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes. Let one, or one THOUSAND be

Here Dividers, single he

Beares home no lesse, all they no more,

Nor leave they both lesse then before.

IX.

Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to every Guest, Yet on the same (life-meaning) Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead. Nor is't love's fault, but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill.

X.

When the blest signes thou broke shall see, Hold but thy Faith intire as he

Who, howsoe're clad, cannot come

Lesse then whole CHRIST in every crumme.
In broken formes à stable FAITH
Untouch't her pretious TOTALL hath.

XI.

Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then

Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men!

The children's BREAD; the Bridegroom's WINE.

Not to be cast to dogges, or swine.

XII.

Lo, the full, finall, SACRI[F]ICE
On which all figures fix't their eyes.
The ransom'd ISACK, & his ramme;
The MANNA, & the PASCHAL Lamb.

XIII.

JESU MASTER, Just & true!

Our Food, & faithfull SHEPHARD too!
O by thy self vouchsafe to keep,

As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP.

XIV.

O let that love which thus makes thee

Mix with our low Mortality,

Lift our lean Soules, & sett us up
Convictors of thine own full cup,
Coheirs of SAINTS. That so all may

Drink the same wine; and the same WAY.
Nor chang the PASTURE, but the PLACE;
To feed of THEE in thine own FACE.

AMEN.

THE

HYMN.

OF THE

CHURCH,

IN MEDITATION OF

H

THE DAY OF

JUDGMENT.

I.

Ears't thou, my soul, with serious things
Both the Psalm and sybyll sings

Of a sure judge, from whose sharp Ray
The world in flames shall fly away.

II.

O that fire! before whose face
Heavn & earth shall find no place.
O those eyes! whose angry light
Must be the day of that dread Night.

III.

O that trump! whose blast shall r[u]n An even round with the circling Sun. And urge the murmuring graves to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king.

IV.

Horror of nature, hell & Death! When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come, we come & all The caves of night answer one call