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gods promise put the soull into a firmer better state, then any thing of merit could doe, July 2

Though by desert, we nothing claime
Yet promise free, makes itt the same

And what by merit, we cant reach
Thy faithfullnese, to plead will teach

Thy promise, is a surer ground
Then any meritt, can be found

By promise stablish'd in the hand
Of Christ, we now more, firmly stand

In our converses mediate
Then Adam, in his sinlese state

A promise we may feast upon

July 1 73

Oh why wilt thou, leave sin in thine
who couldst soe easily.
Att first, make grace, in them to shine
and from those bonds, unty
The methouds of thy grace, ar high
Above the reach of our weak eye

Tis this will keep us, humble here.
and nip pride, att the root
These wintor blasts, our sins breeds fear
and lays us, att thy foot
Wee cant whilst here, reach thy design
But up above, thy grace shall shine

By this thou wilt encrease, the dept

June 29: 73 - worlds deceitfullness

Oh pitifull empty world, & vain
unworthy thou'rt of
The least of our love
By loving of thee, oh what doe we gain
But great pain, & smart
Which reaches, the hart

Who can thy trechery, (world) endure
It is still thy way
to kise, and betray
Thou'lt leave us then, in the lurch to be sure
when we, unto thee
for succour, doe flee

What doe thy flaterers get att the last
when conscience doth nip
thou'lt give them, the slip

A chearfull countenance, the duty of gods, people, June 28 73

Why walkst thou droupingly
Dost thou not know each carnall eye
Will take ofence, and vainly think
Ther brutish swill is better drink
Then what thou hast to live upon
if thou walk sadly on

They cannot see thy hart
Or come to pry, into that part
None knows what's there, but god, and thee
Wilt thou lett others in to see
And give to them free enterance
by thy sad countenance

Besides all this itt will
Thy gracious god, dishonour still

Death no respecter of p'ersons

Death, he doth make. no diferance
Between the pesant, and the prince

Vain beauty he doth not respect
The crys of youth, he doth reject

It overtakes the young, and swift
And from the rich, receives no gift

It makes, the strongest hart, to yeeld
And where itt comes, still wins. the feild

His arows first, or last, they shall
Reach unto all, both great, and small

He shrinks not from the statly crown
But in the dust, he throws itt down

June 26 73 two foes.

This world, and I, can nere agree
I wonder what's the matter
I frown on it, and itt on me
Wee dont, each other flatter
Wee ne're can cotten long togather
Oh when wilt thou, two foes disever

I'me far more fearfull of its smiles
then of its lowring looks
Oh keep me, from its subtle wiles
and its deceitfull hooks
Not by its smile, nor by itts frown
Lett me, e're to itt once bow down

I think, I care, as litle for itt
as itt can doe for me

June 26 73

To man, art first. thou didst dispence
A law, of pure, obedience

T'was personall, and perfect too
And universall, runing through

Each precept of, thy blessed will
Which thou requirst, we should fullfill

Yett leaving man to liberty
The devill, with malicious eye

Did by his subtle, wiles creep in
And our first parents, quikly bring

With all ther sad posterity
Into all kinnd, of misery

Yet love, & grace, made no delay

June 25 73

For what thou givst, I'le thankfull be
And what thou dost, deny to mee
sence of the want of itt
shall make me, att thy feet

To ly low, in humility
Plunging, in self abhorrancy
as unworthy, to be
once, looked att by thee

Those that doe nothing, (Lord) deserve
Should humbly take, what thou dost carve
always adoring thy
free, soveraignity

Nought, I can chaleng att thy hand
Or in the least, of thee demand
what e're thou givest me

The devills picture, June 25

Why lookst thou, with a grudging eye
On those, that have atainments high
This weed, impure
god wont endure

Shall worthlese clay, att him repine
Who seeth fitt for to refine
thosse, hee intends
for higher ends

Why wouldst thou have, none better then
Thy self, among the sons, of men
Sure this doth smell
too strong of hell.

What wouldst thou shine, thy self alone
And in the world, wouldst thou have none
with thee to vie
for sanctity

lett your light so shine, before men that they may see, your good works and glorifie your father which is in heaven. June 24 73

I know when I
to heaven fly
I shall be like thee then
Oh let, me heare
thine image bear
Among, the sons of men

Thy holy name
I'de praise the same
Whilest lasts my short lifes lease
When in the grave
a place, I have
This work, shall wholy cease

I cannot speak
untill I break
Through sinfull modesty
Tis to hard for mee
But not for thee