Nor from true faith, which quencheth wrath
101
Nor from true faith, which quencheth wrath,
hath your obedience flown:
Nor from true love, which wont to move
Believers, hath it grown.
Your argument shews your intent,
in all that you have done:
You thought to scale Heav'ns lofty Wall
by Ladders of your own.
102
Your blinded spirit, hoping to merit
by your own Righteousness,
Needed no Saviour, but your behaviour,
and blameless carriages;
You trusted to what you could do,
and in no need you stood:
Your haughty pride laid me aside,
and trampled on my Blood.
103
All men have gone astray, and done,
that which Gods Laws condemn:
But my Purchase and offered Grace
all men did not contemn
The Ninevites , and Sodomites ,
had no such sin as this:
Yet as if all your sins were small,
you say, All did amiss.
104
Again you thought and mainly sought
a name with men t'acquire.
Pride bare the Bell, that made you swell,
and your own selves admire.
Mean fruit it is, and vile, I wiss,
that springs from such a root:
Vertue divine and genuine
wonts not from pride to shoot.
105
Such deeds as your are worse than poor;
they are but sins guilt over
With silver dross, whose glistering gloss
can them no longer cover.
The best of them would you condemn,
and ruine you alone,
Although you were from faults so clear,
that other you had none.
106
Your Gold is brass, your silver dross,
your righteousness is sin:
And think you by such honesty
eternal life to win?
You make mistake, if for its sake
you dream of acceptation;
Whereas the same deserveth shame,
and meriteth Damnation.
107
A wond'rous Crowd then 'gan aloud,
thus for themselves to say,
We did intend, Lord to amend,
and to reform our way:
Our true intent was to repent,
and make our peace with thee;
But sudden death stopping our breath,
left us no libertie.
108
Short was our time, for in his prime
our youthful flow'r was cropt:
We dy'd in youth, before full growth,
so was our purpose stopt
Let our good will to turn from ill,
and sin to have forsaken,
Accepted be, O Lord, by thee,
and in good part be taken.
109
To whom the Judge: where you alledge
the shortness of the space,
That from your birth you liv'd on earth,
to compass saving Grace:
It was Free grace that any space
was given you at all
To turn from evil, defie the Devil,
and upon God to call.
110
One day, one week, wherein to seek
God's face with all your hearts,
A favour was that far did pass
the best of your deserts
You had a season, what was your reason
such precious hours to waste?
What could you find, what could you mind
that was of greater haste?
Nor from true faith, which quencheth wrath,
hath your obedience flown:
Nor from true love, which wont to move
Believers, hath it grown.
Your argument shews your intent,
in all that you have done:
You thought to scale Heav'ns lofty Wall
by Ladders of your own.
102
Your blinded spirit, hoping to merit
by your own Righteousness,
Needed no Saviour, but your behaviour,
and blameless carriages;
You trusted to what you could do,
and in no need you stood:
Your haughty pride laid me aside,
and trampled on my Blood.
103
All men have gone astray, and done,
that which Gods Laws condemn:
But my Purchase and offered Grace
all men did not contemn
The Ninevites , and Sodomites ,
had no such sin as this:
Yet as if all your sins were small,
you say, All did amiss.
104
Again you thought and mainly sought
a name with men t'acquire.
Pride bare the Bell, that made you swell,
and your own selves admire.
Mean fruit it is, and vile, I wiss,
that springs from such a root:
Vertue divine and genuine
wonts not from pride to shoot.
105
Such deeds as your are worse than poor;
they are but sins guilt over
With silver dross, whose glistering gloss
can them no longer cover.
The best of them would you condemn,
and ruine you alone,
Although you were from faults so clear,
that other you had none.
106
Your Gold is brass, your silver dross,
your righteousness is sin:
And think you by such honesty
eternal life to win?
You make mistake, if for its sake
you dream of acceptation;
Whereas the same deserveth shame,
and meriteth Damnation.
107
A wond'rous Crowd then 'gan aloud,
thus for themselves to say,
We did intend, Lord to amend,
and to reform our way:
Our true intent was to repent,
and make our peace with thee;
But sudden death stopping our breath,
left us no libertie.
108
Short was our time, for in his prime
our youthful flow'r was cropt:
We dy'd in youth, before full growth,
so was our purpose stopt
Let our good will to turn from ill,
and sin to have forsaken,
Accepted be, O Lord, by thee,
and in good part be taken.
109
To whom the Judge: where you alledge
the shortness of the space,
That from your birth you liv'd on earth,
to compass saving Grace:
It was Free grace that any space
was given you at all
To turn from evil, defie the Devil,
and upon God to call.
110
One day, one week, wherein to seek
God's face with all your hearts,
A favour was that far did pass
the best of your deserts
You had a season, what was your reason
such precious hours to waste?
What could you find, what could you mind
that was of greater haste?
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