Mankind is sick, the World distemper'd liesOpprest with Sins and Miseries.Their Sins are Woes; a long corrupted TrainOf Poyson, drawn from Adam's vein,Stains all his seed, and all his KinAre one Disease of Life within;They all torment themselves!The World's one Bedlam, or a greater CaveOf Mad-men that do alwaies rave.
Mankind is sick, the World distemper'd liesOpprest with Sins and Miseries.Their Sins are Woes; a long corrupted TrainOf Poyson, drawn from Adam's vein,Stains all his seed, and all his KinAre one Disease of Life within;They all torment themselves!The World's one Bedlam, or a greater CaveOf Mad-men that do alwaies rave.
Mankind is sick, the World distemper'd liesOpprest with Sins and Miseries.Their Sins are Woes; a long corrupted TrainOf Poyson, drawn from Adam's vein,Stains all his seed, and all his KinAre one Disease of Life within;They all torment themselves!The World's one Bedlam, or a greater CaveOf Mad-men that do alwaies rave.
Mankind is sick, the World distemper'd lies
Opprest with Sins and Miseries.
Their Sins are Woes; a long corrupted Train
Of Poyson, drawn from Adam's vein,
Stains all his seed, and all his Kin
Are one Disease of Life within;
They all torment themselves!
The World's one Bedlam, or a greater Cave
Of Mad-men that do alwaies rave.
The Wise and Good like kind Physicians are,That strive to heal them by their Care;They Physick and their Learning calmly useAlthough the Patient them abuse,For since the Sickness is (they find)A sad Distemper of the Mind,All railings they impute,All Injuries, unto the sore DiseaseThey are expresly come to ease.
The Wise and Good like kind Physicians are,That strive to heal them by their Care;They Physick and their Learning calmly useAlthough the Patient them abuse,For since the Sickness is (they find)A sad Distemper of the Mind,All railings they impute,All Injuries, unto the sore DiseaseThey are expresly come to ease.
The Wise and Good like kind Physicians are,That strive to heal them by their Care;They Physick and their Learning calmly useAlthough the Patient them abuse,For since the Sickness is (they find)A sad Distemper of the Mind,All railings they impute,All Injuries, unto the sore DiseaseThey are expresly come to ease.
The Wise and Good like kind Physicians are,
That strive to heal them by their Care;
They Physick and their Learning calmly use
Although the Patient them abuse,
For since the Sickness is (they find)
A sad Distemper of the Mind,
All railings they impute,
All Injuries, unto the sore Disease
They are expresly come to ease.
If we would to the World's distempered MindImpute the Rage which there we find,We might, even in the midst of all our FoesEnjoy and feel a sweet Repose,Might pity all the Griefs we see,Anointing every MaladyWith precious Oil and Balm;And while ourselves are calm, our Art improveTo rescue them and show our Love.
If we would to the World's distempered MindImpute the Rage which there we find,We might, even in the midst of all our FoesEnjoy and feel a sweet Repose,Might pity all the Griefs we see,Anointing every MaladyWith precious Oil and Balm;And while ourselves are calm, our Art improveTo rescue them and show our Love.
If we would to the World's distempered MindImpute the Rage which there we find,We might, even in the midst of all our FoesEnjoy and feel a sweet Repose,Might pity all the Griefs we see,Anointing every MaladyWith precious Oil and Balm;And while ourselves are calm, our Art improveTo rescue them and show our Love.
If we would to the World's distempered Mind
Impute the Rage which there we find,
We might, even in the midst of all our Foes
Enjoy and feel a sweet Repose,
Might pity all the Griefs we see,
Anointing every Malady
With precious Oil and Balm;
And while ourselves are calm, our Art improve
To rescue them and show our Love.
But let's not fondly our own selves beguile;If we Revile 'cause they Revile,Ourselves infected with their sore DiseaseNeed other's Helps to give us ease;For we more Mad than they remain,Need to be cut, and need a ChainFar more than they. Our BrainIs craz'd, and if we put our Wit to theirs,We may be justly made their Heirs.
But let's not fondly our own selves beguile;If we Revile 'cause they Revile,Ourselves infected with their sore DiseaseNeed other's Helps to give us ease;For we more Mad than they remain,Need to be cut, and need a ChainFar more than they. Our BrainIs craz'd, and if we put our Wit to theirs,We may be justly made their Heirs.
But let's not fondly our own selves beguile;If we Revile 'cause they Revile,Ourselves infected with their sore DiseaseNeed other's Helps to give us ease;For we more Mad than they remain,Need to be cut, and need a ChainFar more than they. Our BrainIs craz'd, and if we put our Wit to theirs,We may be justly made their Heirs.
But let's not fondly our own selves beguile;
If we Revile 'cause they Revile,
Ourselves infected with their sore Disease
Need other's Helps to give us ease;
For we more Mad than they remain,
Need to be cut, and need a Chain
Far more than they. Our Brain
Is craz'd, and if we put our Wit to theirs,
We may be justly made their Heirs.
But while with open eyes we clearly seeThe brightness of His Majesty;While all the World by Sin to Satan sold,In daily Wickedness grows old,Men in chains of Darkness lye,In Bondage and Iniquity,And pierce and grieve themselves!The dismal Woes wherein they crawl, enhanceThe peace of our Inheritance.
But while with open eyes we clearly seeThe brightness of His Majesty;While all the World by Sin to Satan sold,In daily Wickedness grows old,Men in chains of Darkness lye,In Bondage and Iniquity,And pierce and grieve themselves!The dismal Woes wherein they crawl, enhanceThe peace of our Inheritance.
But while with open eyes we clearly seeThe brightness of His Majesty;While all the World by Sin to Satan sold,In daily Wickedness grows old,Men in chains of Darkness lye,In Bondage and Iniquity,And pierce and grieve themselves!The dismal Woes wherein they crawl, enhanceThe peace of our Inheritance.
But while with open eyes we clearly see
The brightness of His Majesty;
While all the World by Sin to Satan sold,
In daily Wickedness grows old,
Men in chains of Darkness lye,
In Bondage and Iniquity,
And pierce and grieve themselves!
The dismal Woes wherein they crawl, enhance
The peace of our Inheritance.
We wonder to behold our selves so nighTo so much Sin and Misery,And yet to see our selves so safe from harm!What Amulet, what hidden CharmCould fortifie and raise the SoulSo far above them and controulSuch fierce Malignity?The brightness and the glory which we seeIs made a greater Mystery.
We wonder to behold our selves so nighTo so much Sin and Misery,And yet to see our selves so safe from harm!What Amulet, what hidden CharmCould fortifie and raise the SoulSo far above them and controulSuch fierce Malignity?The brightness and the glory which we seeIs made a greater Mystery.
We wonder to behold our selves so nighTo so much Sin and Misery,And yet to see our selves so safe from harm!What Amulet, what hidden CharmCould fortifie and raise the SoulSo far above them and controulSuch fierce Malignity?The brightness and the glory which we seeIs made a greater Mystery.
We wonder to behold our selves so nigh
To so much Sin and Misery,
And yet to see our selves so safe from harm!
What Amulet, what hidden Charm
Could fortifie and raise the Soul
So far above them and controul
Such fierce Malignity?
The brightness and the glory which we see
Is made a greater Mystery.
And while we feel how much our God doth loveThe Peace of Sinners, how much moveAnd sue, and thirst, intreat, lament, and grieveFor all the Crimes in which they live,And seek and wait and call again,And long to save them from the painOf Sin, from all their Woe!With greater thirst as well as grief we try,How to relieve their Misery.
And while we feel how much our God doth loveThe Peace of Sinners, how much moveAnd sue, and thirst, intreat, lament, and grieveFor all the Crimes in which they live,And seek and wait and call again,And long to save them from the painOf Sin, from all their Woe!With greater thirst as well as grief we try,How to relieve their Misery.
And while we feel how much our God doth loveThe Peace of Sinners, how much moveAnd sue, and thirst, intreat, lament, and grieveFor all the Crimes in which they live,And seek and wait and call again,And long to save them from the painOf Sin, from all their Woe!With greater thirst as well as grief we try,How to relieve their Misery.
And while we feel how much our God doth love
The Peace of Sinners, how much move
And sue, and thirst, intreat, lament, and grieve
For all the Crimes in which they live,
And seek and wait and call again,
And long to save them from the pain
Of Sin, from all their Woe!
With greater thirst as well as grief we try,
How to relieve their Misery.
The life and splendour of Felicity,Whose floods so overflowing be,The streams of Joy which round about his ThroneEnrich and fill each Holy One,Are so abundant, that we canSpare all, even all to any Man!And have it all ourselves!Nay, have the more! We long to make them seeThe sweetness of Felicity.
The life and splendour of Felicity,Whose floods so overflowing be,The streams of Joy which round about his ThroneEnrich and fill each Holy One,Are so abundant, that we canSpare all, even all to any Man!And have it all ourselves!Nay, have the more! We long to make them seeThe sweetness of Felicity.
The life and splendour of Felicity,Whose floods so overflowing be,The streams of Joy which round about his ThroneEnrich and fill each Holy One,Are so abundant, that we canSpare all, even all to any Man!And have it all ourselves!Nay, have the more! We long to make them seeThe sweetness of Felicity.
The life and splendour of Felicity,
Whose floods so overflowing be,
The streams of Joy which round about his Throne
Enrich and fill each Holy One,
Are so abundant, that we can
Spare all, even all to any Man!
And have it all ourselves!
Nay, have the more! We long to make them see
The sweetness of Felicity.
While we contemplate their Distresses, howBlind Wretches, they in bondage bow,And tear and wound themselves, and vex and groan,And chafe and fret so near His Throneknow not what they ail, but lyeTormented in their Misery,(Like Mad-men that are blind)In works of darkness nigh such full Delight:That they might find and see the sight,
While we contemplate their Distresses, howBlind Wretches, they in bondage bow,And tear and wound themselves, and vex and groan,And chafe and fret so near His Throneknow not what they ail, but lyeTormented in their Misery,(Like Mad-men that are blind)In works of darkness nigh such full Delight:That they might find and see the sight,
While we contemplate their Distresses, howBlind Wretches, they in bondage bow,And tear and wound themselves, and vex and groan,And chafe and fret so near His Throneknow not what they ail, but lyeTormented in their Misery,(Like Mad-men that are blind)In works of darkness nigh such full Delight:That they might find and see the sight,
While we contemplate their Distresses, how
Blind Wretches, they in bondage bow,
And tear and wound themselves, and vex and groan,
And chafe and fret so near His Throne
know not what they ail, but lye
Tormented in their Misery,
(Like Mad-men that are blind)
In works of darkness nigh such full Delight:
That they might find and see the sight,
What would we give! that these might likewise seeThe Glory of His MajestyThe joy and fulness of that high delightWhose Blessedness is infinite!We would even cease to live, to gainThem from their misery and pain,And make them with us reign,For they themselves would be our greatest Treasures,When sav'd our own most Heavenly Pleasures.
What would we give! that these might likewise seeThe Glory of His MajestyThe joy and fulness of that high delightWhose Blessedness is infinite!We would even cease to live, to gainThem from their misery and pain,And make them with us reign,For they themselves would be our greatest Treasures,When sav'd our own most Heavenly Pleasures.
What would we give! that these might likewise seeThe Glory of His MajestyThe joy and fulness of that high delightWhose Blessedness is infinite!We would even cease to live, to gainThem from their misery and pain,And make them with us reign,For they themselves would be our greatest Treasures,When sav'd our own most Heavenly Pleasures.
What would we give! that these might likewise see
The Glory of His Majesty
The joy and fulness of that high delight
Whose Blessedness is infinite!
We would even cease to live, to gain
Them from their misery and pain,
And make them with us reign,
For they themselves would be our greatest Treasures,
When sav'd our own most Heavenly Pleasures.
O holy Jesus who didst for us die,And on the Altar bleeding lie,Bearing all torment, pain, reproach, and shame,That we, by vertue of the same,Though enemies to God, might beRedeem'd and set at liberty:As thou didst us forgive,So meekly let us love to others shew,And live in Heaven on Earth below.
O holy Jesus who didst for us die,And on the Altar bleeding lie,Bearing all torment, pain, reproach, and shame,That we, by vertue of the same,Though enemies to God, might beRedeem'd and set at liberty:As thou didst us forgive,So meekly let us love to others shew,And live in Heaven on Earth below.
O holy Jesus who didst for us die,And on the Altar bleeding lie,Bearing all torment, pain, reproach, and shame,That we, by vertue of the same,Though enemies to God, might beRedeem'd and set at liberty:As thou didst us forgive,So meekly let us love to others shew,And live in Heaven on Earth below.
O holy Jesus who didst for us die,
And on the Altar bleeding lie,
Bearing all torment, pain, reproach, and shame,
That we, by vertue of the same,
Though enemies to God, might be
Redeem'd and set at liberty:
As thou didst us forgive,
So meekly let us love to others shew,
And live in Heaven on Earth below.
Let's prize their Souls, and let them be our Gems,Our Temples and our Diadems,Our Brides, our Friends, our fellow-Members, Eyes,Hands, Hearts and Souls, our Victories,And Spoils and Trophies, our own Joys!Compar'd to Souls all else are Toys;O Jesus, let them beSuch unto us as they are unto Thee,Vessels of Glory and Felicity!
Let's prize their Souls, and let them be our Gems,Our Temples and our Diadems,Our Brides, our Friends, our fellow-Members, Eyes,Hands, Hearts and Souls, our Victories,And Spoils and Trophies, our own Joys!Compar'd to Souls all else are Toys;O Jesus, let them beSuch unto us as they are unto Thee,Vessels of Glory and Felicity!
Let's prize their Souls, and let them be our Gems,Our Temples and our Diadems,Our Brides, our Friends, our fellow-Members, Eyes,Hands, Hearts and Souls, our Victories,And Spoils and Trophies, our own Joys!Compar'd to Souls all else are Toys;O Jesus, let them beSuch unto us as they are unto Thee,Vessels of Glory and Felicity!
Let's prize their Souls, and let them be our Gems,
Our Temples and our Diadems,
Our Brides, our Friends, our fellow-Members, Eyes,
Hands, Hearts and Souls, our Victories,
And Spoils and Trophies, our own Joys!
Compar'd to Souls all else are Toys;
O Jesus, let them be
Such unto us as they are unto Thee,
Vessels of Glory and Felicity!
How will they love us, when they find our CareBrought them all thither where they are!When they conceive what terror 'tis to dwellIn all the punishments of Hell;And in a lively manner see,O Christ, eternal Joys in thee!How will they all delightIn praising Thee for us with all their might!How sweet a Grace, how infinite!
How will they love us, when they find our CareBrought them all thither where they are!When they conceive what terror 'tis to dwellIn all the punishments of Hell;And in a lively manner see,O Christ, eternal Joys in thee!How will they all delightIn praising Thee for us with all their might!How sweet a Grace, how infinite!
How will they love us, when they find our CareBrought them all thither where they are!When they conceive what terror 'tis to dwellIn all the punishments of Hell;And in a lively manner see,O Christ, eternal Joys in thee!How will they all delightIn praising Thee for us with all their might!How sweet a Grace, how infinite!
How will they love us, when they find our Care
Brought them all thither where they are!
When they conceive what terror 'tis to dwell
In all the punishments of Hell;
And in a lively manner see,
O Christ, eternal Joys in thee!
How will they all delight
In praising Thee for us with all their might!
How sweet a Grace, how infinite!
Contentment is a sleepy thingIf it in Death alone must die;A quiet Mind is worse than Poverty,Unless it from Enjoyment spring!That's Blessedness alone that makes a King!Wherein the Joys and Treasures are so great,They all the powers of the Soul employ,And fill it with a Work compleat,While it doth all enjoy.True Joys alone Contentment do inspire,Enrich Content and make our Courage higher.Content alone's a dead and silent Stone;The real life of BlissIs Glory reigning in a Throne,Where all Enjoyment is.The Soul of Man is so inclin'd to see,Without his Treasures no man's Soul can be,Nor rest content Uncrown'd!Desire and LoveMust in the height of all their Rapture move,Where there is true Felicity.Employment is the very life and groundOf Life itself; whose pleasant Motion isThe form of Bliss:All Blessedness a life with Glory Crown'd:Life! Life is all; in its most full extentStretcht out to all things, and with all Content!
Contentment is a sleepy thingIf it in Death alone must die;A quiet Mind is worse than Poverty,Unless it from Enjoyment spring!That's Blessedness alone that makes a King!Wherein the Joys and Treasures are so great,They all the powers of the Soul employ,And fill it with a Work compleat,While it doth all enjoy.True Joys alone Contentment do inspire,Enrich Content and make our Courage higher.Content alone's a dead and silent Stone;The real life of BlissIs Glory reigning in a Throne,Where all Enjoyment is.The Soul of Man is so inclin'd to see,Without his Treasures no man's Soul can be,Nor rest content Uncrown'd!Desire and LoveMust in the height of all their Rapture move,Where there is true Felicity.Employment is the very life and groundOf Life itself; whose pleasant Motion isThe form of Bliss:All Blessedness a life with Glory Crown'd:Life! Life is all; in its most full extentStretcht out to all things, and with all Content!
Contentment is a sleepy thingIf it in Death alone must die;A quiet Mind is worse than Poverty,Unless it from Enjoyment spring!That's Blessedness alone that makes a King!Wherein the Joys and Treasures are so great,They all the powers of the Soul employ,And fill it with a Work compleat,While it doth all enjoy.True Joys alone Contentment do inspire,Enrich Content and make our Courage higher.Content alone's a dead and silent Stone;The real life of BlissIs Glory reigning in a Throne,Where all Enjoyment is.The Soul of Man is so inclin'd to see,Without his Treasures no man's Soul can be,Nor rest content Uncrown'd!Desire and LoveMust in the height of all their Rapture move,Where there is true Felicity.Employment is the very life and groundOf Life itself; whose pleasant Motion isThe form of Bliss:All Blessedness a life with Glory Crown'd:Life! Life is all; in its most full extentStretcht out to all things, and with all Content!
Contentment is a sleepy thing
If it in Death alone must die;
A quiet Mind is worse than Poverty,
Unless it from Enjoyment spring!
That's Blessedness alone that makes a King!
Wherein the Joys and Treasures are so great,
They all the powers of the Soul employ,
And fill it with a Work compleat,
While it doth all enjoy.
True Joys alone Contentment do inspire,
Enrich Content and make our Courage higher.
Content alone's a dead and silent Stone;
The real life of Bliss
Is Glory reigning in a Throne,
Where all Enjoyment is.
The Soul of Man is so inclin'd to see,
Without his Treasures no man's Soul can be,
Nor rest content Uncrown'd!
Desire and Love
Must in the height of all their Rapture move,
Where there is true Felicity.
Employment is the very life and ground
Of Life itself; whose pleasant Motion is
The form of Bliss:
All Blessedness a life with Glory Crown'd:
Life! Life is all; in its most full extent
Stretcht out to all things, and with all Content!
And if the Glory and Esteem I have,Be nothing else than what my Silver gave,If, for no other ground,I am with Love or Praises crown'd,'Tis such a shame, such vile, such base Repute,'Tis better starve than eat such empty Fruit.
And if the Glory and Esteem I have,Be nothing else than what my Silver gave,If, for no other ground,I am with Love or Praises crown'd,'Tis such a shame, such vile, such base Repute,'Tis better starve than eat such empty Fruit.
And if the Glory and Esteem I have,Be nothing else than what my Silver gave,If, for no other ground,I am with Love or Praises crown'd,'Tis such a shame, such vile, such base Repute,'Tis better starve than eat such empty Fruit.
And if the Glory and Esteem I have,
Be nothing else than what my Silver gave,
If, for no other ground,
I am with Love or Praises crown'd,
'Tis such a shame, such vile, such base Repute,
'Tis better starve than eat such empty Fruit.