V. But lest THAT dy too, we are bid. VI. The Heavn-instructed house of FAITH That they but lend their Form & face, 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. 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 XIII. JESU MASTER, Just & true! Our Food, & faithfull SHEPHARD too! As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP. XIV. O let that love which thus makes thee Lift our lean Soules, & sett us up Coheirs of SAINTS. That so all may Drink the same wine; and the same WAY. AMEN. THE HYMN. OF THE CHURCH, Dies Irae, Dies Elía IN MEDITATION OF H THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. I. Ears't thou, my soul, with serious things Of a sure judge, from whose sharp Ray II. O that fire! before whose face 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 in 248 V. O that Book! whose leaves so bright VI. Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou say? And to what Patron chuse to pray? When starres themselves shall stagger; and The most firm foot no more then stand. VII. But thou giv'st leave (dread Lord) that we Take shelter from thy self, in thee; And with the wings of thine own dove Fly to thy scepter of soft love. VIII. Dear, remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way. Thy sheep was stray'd; And thou wouldst be Even lost thy self in seeking me. IX. Shall all that labour, all that cost X. Just mercy then, thy Reckning be With my price, & not with me: 'Twas pay'd at first with too much pain, To be pay'd twice; or once, in vain. XI. Mercy (my judge) mercy I cry XII. O let thine own soft bowells pay XIII. Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't & crown'd, Hope tells my heart, the same loves be Still alive; and still for me. XIV. Though both my Prayres & teares combine, Both worthlesse are; For they are mine. But thou thy bounteous self still be; XV. O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame, And all thy lost sheep found shall be, Let come ye blessed then call me. XVI. When the dread ITE shall divide XVII. O hear a suppliant heart; all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust. My hope, my fear! my Judge, my Freind! Take charge of me, & of my END. |