Glorious Glimmerings of the Life of Love

Glorious Glimmerings OF THE LIFE OF LOVE, UNITY, And pure JOY.

VVritten in Rome Prison of Madmen in the Year 1660. but conserved as in Obscurity until my arrival at Bar­bados in the year 1662.

From whence it is sent the second time to the Lord's Lambs,

By J. P.

LONDON, Printed for Robert Wilson, 1663.

JOHN the Prisoner for the Witness of the Power of GOD in the blessed Tribulation, Patience, Content and Peace of the Lamb, To the sanctified heavenly Flock of Gods only and alone Pasture, in the Bowels, which is a daily Supplication and Intercession, most in­ternal Salutation, &c.

THe Magnificency of the Most Mighty, and his Supremacy stands on high in Dominion over all things; So Omni­potent is his Essence in all his Purposes and Passages, that if he but thinketh of Visitations, Nations are scattered before him; or, if He but steppeth among Kings and Princes in the Jealousie of his Displeasure, and spurneth with his foot at their Thrones, As the storms of the East wind rooteth up the lofty trees of the Mountain of the Forest, even so of a sudden becomes their Seats, besides the foundation of their Palaces sinks down as a Wall which the openings of an Earthquake hath swallowed in her hungry womb, who reduceth the banks of Pride and Munitions of Arro­gancy unto the destiny of a fall, into the gaping Gulf of the mouth of exceeding Misery.

Let Mountains now be bent to roar like Oceans Noises,

And let the Rocks be rent, converted into Voices:

For how can Stones but speak, with Iron, Steel and Brass:

And Adamants but break at what is come to pass?

And sound in one set hour forth shouts of his Renown?

Whose glorious mighty Power Eternity doth crown?

For hath not he made Owls, with Moles and Batts to sing,

Like as the chanting Fowls harmonious tunes in Spring?

And Eagles he and she made both to loath their prey,

Two Turtle-Doves to be in Shilo's shining day?

And hath not be the Bear, the Panther and the Lion,

In substance made appear like Lambs in holy Sion?

And by his Mercy rich transform'd the Serpents sting,

Into a Vertue which from Death to Life doth bring.

And made of Rocks a Fountain, and Stones refreshing streams,

And of a Grain a Mountain, and Darkness Orion's Beams?

And made of puddle mire, a Limpid Pond of pleasure,

Whence Fishes joyes, as fire, ascend exceeding measure.

He turn'd the hiddious Night into a glorious Day,

And cut through clouds a Light, and Hills a Level way.

And made a Seed a Sheaf, the Sick Sound, and Strong Weak;

The Blind to see, and Deaf to hear, and Dumb to speak.

And Wine did purely sever from mud, which man did mingle,

Which is enough for ever to make all ears to tingle.

Sure whilst I meditate his glorious Wonders,

The Heavens praise Him with the shouts of Thunders.

The Stars with Hymns harmonious abound,

And each bright Cloud like as a Trump doth sound.

The showrs of Rain melodious Message brings,

And Dews descend with tunes of Cymbal strings.

The Rainbow's bent with Viol strings above,

Shooting her Musick Shafts of Orions Love,

Which fly through Heav'n with loud Organs sound,

Which opens Seas, deeps, yea and rents the ground.

These Influences dropping down like Showers,

And piercing through my Vitals, over-powers

My Soul with Solace, and on Wings doth carry

Her up above, in Melody to marry

Sweet Pleiades, who gathers with imbraces

Her in his Arms of his Supernal Graces;

Whose virtuous Breath, like Brooks, doth overflow

His own Plantation in the Valleys low,

Which makes the Seed spring up, and Plants to flourish,

In all her Branches, which the Root doth nourish;

And each green Bough with fruits of Joy doth bend

At Blessings root, that Joyes may never end.

Ah! thou the Building founded on the Rock,

Whose Door Arts engines never can unlock.

Nor can thy Scituation by fierce blusters

Be shaken; nor can Force which Pharoah musters,

Drawn up with roaring Cannons for to prove

The substance of thy Walls which Hell can't move,

'Cause thy Inhabitants as Wind to waver;

But they in war sweet Songs to Lutes do quaver,

Whom Combats crown with conquest by the might

Of God, who for them doth the Battle fight;

For he's Victorious, under whose blest Banner

They are preserved in securest manner;

Who rushes in the Woods among the Trees,

And makes his foes drop down like smother'd Bees.

There's no Enchantments, nay, nor Wizards charms,

Can Him withstand, nor forcs of Hostile Armes;

Who makes his Opposits in blood to wallow,

And Earth to gape, them greedily to swallow.

Wherefore ye Sons, your Instruments prepare,

With strained strings, most exquisitely rare,

And sweetly tun'd, with Muses whet most sharp,

Our God's Renown, and Praise thereon to harp;

Since from his hand, abundantly your Souls

Have drunk Salvation up like Wine in bowls,

And made you eat of Mercies, numberless,

And cloath'd you with Compassions in distress:

And let his Glory be your meditations,

And his high Honour all your contemplations;

For such effects will sure produce increase

Of Joy and Gladness joyn'd to endless Peace.

And now the countenances of an illustrious Off-spring, and com­liness of a numberless train of the most enamoured beautiful Vir­gins, doth compass my waste, as with the girdings of a cincture of ravishment; to whom (though I have but the weakness of utte­rance, and feebleness of stammering expressions, yet with the sin­cerity of a simple soul, and fervency of a burning spirit) I am im­pulsively constrained to vocifie, although but through the smallest Organ of the Quire, saying to my beloved, O ye enamoured Daugh­ters of Jerusalem, and Sons of Sions King! in whom the Righteous­ness of his Majesty is revealed, and the Wisdom of his Holiness from above, to seek an entrance of utterance towards you; I may wisely first interrogate, saying, How may I utter? or, in what man­ner may I paraphrase to render you an ample proportioned Remon­strance of that Love of our only Father, which is locked up (as mine everlasting debt, and your peculiar treasure) in the most secret Cab­binet of my inner Closer, reserved for the day of your service: Ve­rily nothing can open it, as it is, besides the Key of the Kingdom within you, nor declare it, as it ought to be spoken, but the tongue of the Learned which is given you; and being declared, not an ear can hear it, save that of the Lamb without spot; or, if it were print­ed on Parchment, or engraven on Brass, not an eye could discern the perspicuity of the Characters, so as to give a voice of fluentness of the liberal sound thereof, except the tender Eye of the Turtle-Dove, whose Sight is a searcher into secrets; in all which you are known unto me; by whom I am perfectly received, and manifestly understood, as the Savory Voice of your Beloved, instantly and in­timately with you, in the dearest conjunction of Eternity, which must never end: for as fuel which is cast into flames, yeeldeth but the same natural effect of fervour; and as Gold that is melted with Gold, im­bodies in an entire weight, so am I in Unity with you: And as the Rivers of Canaan are four everlasting. Witnesses of conjunction, the one of Milk, the other of Honey, another of Wine, and the other of Oyl, imbodying in one Pond, and from thence running forth in one entire and irresistable current, which no man can stop to extract the sweetness thereof; Such, even such, is the individual relation of my contract and betrothing with you; Yea, and as a bushel of Salt which is cast into the Sea, and dissolved in her womb in the Western part, and a Voice saith unto the Son of Man in the East, Arise, and go to the West, and by just separation, gather me the distinct drops of them corns of Salt which are dissolv'd in the utmost quarter of the Western Oceans: And he answereth him, saying, It is a thing altogether impossible for me to do. Such is my entrance in the bowels of your body, as a drop of Savour and a dram of Sweetness within you, in the Union, as blood to blood in your veins, and marrow to marrow in your bones: Yea, greater than this is my Covenant with you, with you, with you, O ye Seed of the Lord of lords! O ye Daughters of the King of kings, & Sons of the most high God of gods, wherein I can never be separated from you: For as the government of the night is given in contract to the the Moon, and as light is joyned to the Morning-Star, yea, and as the brightness of the day is imbodied in the Sun, so even so are your ravishing breasts my bed, where I frequently rest without travels, and repose without sense of sorrows. And after all this, though I dwell in the Banqueting-house where the Dainties are spread before me, and am sealed with the signet of Love, and have swallowed up the streams of the Fountain of Charity and Affection, like forcible flouds; nevertheless, I find an insufficiency in my self, to tell you the greatest things of the indissolvable Bonds of mine everlasting Relation unto you, which verily is exceeding good both for you and for me, that we all as one may alwayes and evermore know our God alone, to be the wisest of all Counselors and Instructors, speaking to us and teaching us his Oracles in the secrets, when the external Voice neither foundeth nor reacheth unto us.

And Oh! Oh thou Jerusalem! the holy City of the Lord thy God, This is the Word of thy Creator unto thee, who hath raised thee of a little stone, unto the proportion of the most immovable Mountain in the Globe of the whole Earth, and made thy Walls an everlast­ing safety, and thy Gates the entrance of joyfulness: I the Lord, the Most Mighty, will yet make the Coverings of thy Habitations, as a Glory of the greatest Dignity, and Crowns of the highest Royalty; for they shall be a resplendency of a transcending Light, reaching into the Chambers of the seventh Heavens; and the glitterings of the very Pavements of thy Streets, shall be as torches like flaming Hills, giving a thorow light unto the profoundest deeps of the Oceans: For loe, there shall be no more Earth between thee & the Chrystal Seas, nor yet an Element between thee and the upper Heavens: Moreover the day cometh unto the fruits of thy blessed Womb, that among them the walls of thy reach shall be no more counted nor called a confine; for they shall infinite­ly run over the utmost limitation of the space of place; and it shall be unto them which walk in thy streets, that they shall but look thereon, and though running as in a race, yet shall read, perceive, and understand the wonders of thy Creator, which are hid in the deeps; and through the brightness of them which have an everlast­ing scituation over all waters, they shall see the playes of the Fishes, and the rejoycings of their scooles in a smooth Sea without storms: For the Winds of the Winter shall cease for ever, and a tranquility of the entire Body of all the Constellations, shal cover her face with­out end; and the dwellers of thy habitations shall call the name of thy streets, The Prospective-Glass of the Counsels of the Omnipotent Majesty, which shews a perfection of fulness without the resemblance or form of figures.

Ah! thou Beauty of Beauties, on whose face the most illustrious Splendor of Splendors is spread; the very twinkling of thine eye, as the glimpse of a countenance cast over me, catches away my soul, as in the talants of Rapture, bearing me in a fiery Cloud. O God, let therefore the Ravishments, wherewith She hath ravished me, be­come Raptures of Rentings of the souls of her Seed, in the super­abundant solace of my spirit; and if my pleasures be not of a suffi­ciency equivolent to their statures, then let my body be broken as bread, and my bowels powred out as brooks, and let me walk hun­gry for the better things, and return as an empty pitcher to the Foun­tain of Waters, that yet in a little I may be a help to the least, which are the dearling Children of her Womb.

Now, Oh ye Babes of the early Day! this I have to say unto you, in the life and springing of the Light from on High, in which, through the blessed Birth, under the tediousness of the travel thereof, you have obtained a nearer and dearer Calling of Childship, than that of an Adoption unto Heirship: Think ye (my dear and tender Sisters and Brethren) and gather the Ponders in your selves of the sweet­est Banquets and choicest Wine, of the most mellodious Musick, de­lightsomest Pleasures, and greatest Joyes, yea, wind your selves by Instruments, and line unto the deepest bottoms, and ascend by the highest ladder of your choicest Contemplations, in the utmost strength of every sense of Joyes, And when you have said to your selves, thou canst not descend a degree lower, nor ascend a step high­er, then read in your selves the answer of your Beloved, which testi­fieth to the face of faithfulness of every holy Life, As the first Hea­vens is above the lowest earth, and the third Heavens above the fir­mament of the first, even so shall the sense be, exceeding every sense of that which now is, and all shall be enjoyed in the perfect joy of the possession of Perpetuity for ever.

And therefore run my Darlings in the Race of Righteousness, so as to reach the Mark with the Recompence, and comfort your selves and one another with these sayings.

Come ye least of Babes, and leap up into the tenderness of my bosome, that I may bear you up into the Mountain of Zion, which is waxed exceeding mighty in the midst of your Mother, where you may turn on the top thereof, and behold the Rayes of her glory com­passing you: Ah roul your eye at the Motion of my finger, which pointeth at the emphasis of a Remnant of her Ornaments and Fea­tures, that you may be refreshed with a gracious gladness in her Glory: For her hair is the Rain of the Clouds which watereth the Plants in Spring, and maketh the buds of the Garden shoot forth into flowers, and gives the Roses the fragrant odours; the beds of Spices have Myrrh in their dropings, and the ground of their plantation gives the fruits of her goodness, as a congratulating present to the Gardner; when she combs her head, the Dews do fall, which refresh the grass of the field, and make the Earth to smile with Rejoycings, whilst she arrayes her with the Garments of green, trimming her with the Blossoms of fruitful trees, and attiring her with the Ornaments of Jewels, and Pendencies on Vine-branches: Her Face is as the Me­ridian Sun, which giveth light unto the ends of the Earth: Her Eye is as the Beams of the rising of Orion, which pierceth thorow the crevices of the doors of obscurity and darkness; Her Mouth is the door of the treasures of Counsel, where Wisdom and Life is con­conserved; Her Tongue is the Key which unlocks the Graves, and opens the jaws of the Seas; She calleth with her Voice from the scituation of her Rest, and they vomit up their dead before her; She breatheth on bones and sculls, and they rise upon their feet and walk in the strength of revived men; Her Hands are the bountifulness of Blessings, which fill up the baskets of the Obedient; Her Arms are an endless compass of Compassions, which reach to the ransomed with refreshments; to the Sores of the wounded she is a Salve of Salva­tion, for her Medicine is the multitude of Mercies; Her Breasts are like Hills of refined Gold, which as fountains of unemptible ful­ness, are an everlasting streaming of the the most precious Vertue of Life; he which layeth his head in her bosome, his hair becomes as a Wood of Pomegranate Trees, which are laden in a fruitful year, and the leaves of his boughs become dropping with Myrrh, as with showers of the early Rain; She is cloathed with the spreadings of the Hea­vens, which have not a confine of space; Her Mantle is wrought with all the Constellations, as with a needle by the hand of Art: She [Page 10] is girded with the Rainbow of God, as the Child which is wrapped in swadling; She is laced with the cord of the Covenant, which is cal­led the Meridian Line; Her Skirts are trimmed with the spangles of Lightenings, which astonisheth the Beasts of the field; Ah! how amiable is her Countenance, and her Attirements, wherewith she hath decked her self! verily, of such a transparent nature of the excellen­cy of illustrious Glory are they, that it's altogether unfathomable by the longest line of every comprehensible capacity, to reach in the Currents of his Conceptions; and notwithstanding her unparallel'd resplendency, yet is she totally vailed from the vultrous eye, as with Pillars of the blackest Clouds of most hiddeous darkness, and fire which burns within them.

But, O ye her first-fruits unto God! look, look into her super­abounding Basket, and behold the Crop of her Clusters of her Vine­yard, which are gathered in the first year of the Vintage, and cast your eye into the house of her Winepress, that you may see the mul­titude and blessings of her increase, where the Fats are over­runing as floods, and the influences of Oyl as Rivers: And then after all this, yea, and much more than all this, which I have spread but as a napkin before you, say unto your souls within you, If the Glory of our Mother be so illustrious in her externals, and outer parts, Ah! What is her resplendency within? If such is her Hand, what is her heart? if such is her bosome, what are her Bowels? if such is her Visage, what are her Vitals? if such be the Sound of her Voice, Ah, what is the Solace of her Soul? and if such is the radiancy of her Eye, what is the glory of her Spirit? Verily, though I see in the Vertue of her dignity an excellency and magni­ficency, yea, and glory potential, covered with all supremacy, which in the Spirit also is utterable within me, transcending all (as far as the East is from the West) what ever my pen hath characterized, even in such an ample, spatious, vast and infinitely unequalled manner, exceeding all Orations of the wisest Orators, and Poems of the pro­foundest Poets, which are Sons of Achitophel's Seed; yet must I cease for a season, that the Lambs may learn and read the beauty of her ravishing Visiognomy within them; assuredly knowing that herewith the very life of my spirit (as a key of Oracles) shall fly hence (as with the Wings of Lightening) and pitch upon many, as the Dove of the Ark on the Olive Tree, and rest in them as the Lord of an ever­lasting Sabbath of Joy, which shall reveal unto them the riches of her Glory, yea, and draw them also (as it hath my tender Soul) into an endless and unsearchable labrynth of loss, amidst the numberless odoriferous Flowers of the over-spreading Pleasures of her Life.

Yet thus may I interrogate my soul within me, saying, Canst thou waste thy fulness, or count the drops of thy bottle prodigal­ly spent (as water that is spilt on a stone) which is poured out upon so blessed a Seed?

And she responsively resolves with a Nay, saying,

I never can in waste spend this my treasure

On you, the Doves which are my bosomes pleasure,

Nay; neither can I ever empty'd be

To you, which in God's Life are joyn'd to me;

For sure the more I love, the more increase

Of Love in me doth flow, which cannot cease

Their running streams of Shiloh's sweet affection,

Since Loves Flames are the Walls of my protection;

I feel your Life, and therefore must retort

On you, my love, whilst I in Life exhort.

Most dear Beloved, prize the springing Grain,

And unto such Souls be as Clouds of Rain:

And in this day let my experience preach

Unto your life, and let my Witness reach

In deeps profound, wherein you purely ought

To prize a Babe surpassing every thought;

Ah! prize a Babe, even as I prize indeed

The very least, as fruits of God's own Seed,

And that you may esteem a Lamb the better,

Chain'd in Affection by Loves Lock and Fetter;

Mark ye my Pilgrimage through craggy wayes,

Since sure not all have seen such heavy dayes:

For loe my spirit speaks when I do stand.

To turn and look about on ev'ry hand;

I quickly see, as through an open Cleft,

A Fox approached very nigh the left;

And thence but casting this my open sight,

A ravenous Wolf appeareth at my right;

Before a Lyon, and behind a Bear,

Which fills my soul with most exceeding fear;

Besides, on th' ground a subtile Serpent creeping,

And poysonous Viper, Crocadile-like, weeping;

Aloft a Dragon soaring in the Air,

I'm sure, enough to make all flesh despair.

Thus I am compassed in every hour,

Yet sav'd in God by his Almighty Power:

And therefore I do prize a Lamb in love,

As God's own Treasure, seal'd in Heavens above:

Which Fruits of love, our God from all requires;

And such sweet Streams run joynt with my desires.

And all dear Plants of God, we must be all very low and hum­ble before our Father, and honour Him with fear & trembling, and thanksgiving, in all states and conditions, and be very single, sim­ple and innocent in his pure Eye, and exceeding tender to one another in the Pitties wherewith he hath been merciful unto us, and covered us with his own Compassions; and take occasions in the Life of Love to speak to one another, and visit one another in the holy Bowels with the Greeting and Salutation of the holy Kiss, where the World reacheth not; for in this Spirit, we know that we are of God, and the whole World lyeth in Wickedness, which stand in the enmity to this Love, which is the manifest Power of God revealed in us, which delivereth us from all evil; for in the Love we witness the Strength which takes up and bears the Cross, to the crucifying of the Old Man with all his lusts and af­fections, whereby we receive the Testimony of the true Faith and in it do also witness, in our own spirits, the taking up of a Life in the Heavenly Places of the immortal Joy, which nothing is able to bereave us of, having (by abundant blessed Experiences) the assured knowledge, That the more our Adversaries wrestle to deprive us of the Blessing and Inheritance (for the Revelation of the most exceeding Mercies of our Father to us, through the prosperity of the Life and Glory of his Power in us) the more are we strength­ned in Him; that also by it, if happily our enemies may come to see the certainty of the Lord on our side, and thereby be con­verted unto the Grace of his Goodness, and saved by the incom­prehensible Work of his Wisdom, in the pitties of the bosome of his Mercies.

Ah my Beloved! This is the Love indeed wherewith you are beloved of the Father, and of me his poor, needy, hungry and thirsty Servant, which opens unto you and in you the Doors of the twelve Houses of the Heavens which you know; The first is Judgment and Fearfulness; the second, Humility and Lowliness; the third, Meekness and Mercifulness; the fourth, Temperance and Savouriness; the fifth, Patience and Setledness; the sixth, Hope and Resolvedness; the seventh, Faith and Perseverance; the eighth, Peace and Quietness; the ninth, Thanksgiving and Remembrance; the tenth, Prayer and Watchfulness; the eleventh, Glorification and Praises; and the twelfth, Content and Fulness.

Now therefore all ye Lambs of the Flock of the Shepherd's Pasture, look well into that house in which you are made inha­bitants, and by the Virtue of Covenant is yours, as a proper possession, that you may see the glory of the sign thereof, which shews you the perfect Signs of the Times; yea, and look again and again, and lo the Canopy of Gladness, together with the Cur­tains of Joyes, and Bed of Pleasures, in each of them is an im­mensity too vast for your aspect to reach the utmost thereof, where­by you may perceive something of the incomprehensible Renown; (Viz.) What an honour of honours is it to be one (though but as the least) in the House of the Lord, wherein the World with its fulness stands intirely in subjection to a thought!

Ah! the Dominion, yea the glorious Dominion of Love which is obtained in the Acts of his Championism! Surely the sence of his Strength is able to catch you into Raptures, and over­come your souls in the Heavens of his Supream Authority, and through the constriction and violence of Ravishments to make you cry out with the loudest lift-up voices, saying, Hail, O Jeru­salem, and Help, O ye Inhabitants of her City, for the forcibleness of Love is upon me. Oh! Oh! Oh! Love is the strongest, Love is the powerfulest even of all the Supernal Hosts; yet my Beloved, you shall all remember in the dayes of the Floods, when the Banks of your Rivers are filled up to the brims, that then even in them dayes you shall in no wise say, How can my Love be greater, seeing my Current runs brim-full? but rather contain the recordance as the Memorial of a Covenant in you, that the streams of your Rivers have the passage of their influences in the Valleys beneath the risings of the Hills, and therefore shall thirstily wait for your Floods (through the rentings open of the Fountains of the greatest Deeps) to surmount, until they have covered the Hills above you; yea procelsively to ascend as in the highest heaps over the loftiest Mountains of the Earth, that the Ark of Salva­tion may swim on tops of all, without danger of shipwrack by bulgings; and yet wait without wearisomness in the sensibleness of their Movings, until they are mounted from a stream in the Valleys, to have reached the Upper Waters which are lockt with­in the Windows of the Heavens, that the Ark of your Rest may safely arrive to anchor in the Haven of Zebulon; And so let this cast you into the bosoms of Affection, and become a Covenant of Unity in the vertue of an eternal Oath in the bottoms of the bo­wels of each other. And so the everlasting God of Heaven and Earth enrich you with the Treasures of the Love of his own Life, which is Incomprehensible and Infinite, and seal you in such a nearness of relation and dearness of affinity in the holy Unity in such an inward manner, as that always you may stand at the moti­on of a moment, prepared as ready Sacrifices to offer your lives for the Brethren; and the Crown of Immortal Glory of the Father be your recompence in his Kingdom of Life, Amen.

Daily are my Prayers encreased for you, in all quarters of the Earth, and the abundance of my Spirit doth often minister amongst many.

Finally, dear Lambs, Wait all to receive the Spirit of Suppli­cation, and of Prayer, and in that same holy Spirit present me in your living breathings to the pittiful God of all our Mercies: for his eternal Eye doth well know that I am weak and poor, having no strength but from him, nor wisdom without him, but in him: And therefore again, I say (in the importunity of a be­seeching soul) pray without ceasing for your poor bruised and often oppressed Brother. And O ye holy Witnesses of the Lord our Righteousness, my pure and living Brethren and Sisters, the dear sympathized suffering Prisoners! my reins are a current and stream running forth with willingness towards you, in the ten­derest compassions of God's Life of Love, which melts my bow­els, casting mine eye of remembrance upon you: Ah! it is your Faithfulness, yea, it is your Integrity in the Covenant of Righ­teousness that is the Vertue which reacheth me at this distance, renting my soul for your sakes, to whom it is not onely given to believe, but also to suffer for the Witness of the Power of the most High: Verily your Crown must be certain on your head, and a Fountain of the Treasures of Life must assuredly compass you as an everlasting Reward of your Service. For he is infal­libly just and righteous, and his Covenant is Faithfulness, Amen, who hath called and drawn you to glorifie him in the vertuous sanctified Life of your blessed Tryals and Tribulations: for no man can suffer for God for naught; but his Righteousness will be a Recompence unto him.

O my dearest Companions, I am most inwardly in the nearest feeling with you, and am made a true partaker of your con­flicts: besides, the God of our sustentation knoweth with how many tears, sighs and groans, with numberless prayers, and holy fervent requests and spiritual desires I have remembred you, and still do supplicate that in the Faithfulness you may all be kept to the end, and continually exercised in the spirit of thanksgiving and praise to God for all things, and to dwell in the life and po­wer of Contentation, which is a Mansion of most infinite lati­tude, where a perfect fulness of strength is partaked of and pos­sessed, which gives victory over all the world.

Summarily, The sound of New-England Sufferers, and the fame of the Indian Martyrs in the Continent of Virginia, hath pierced to my bottoms within me: O let it be as a Razor's edge to our de­sires, and as a Spur like a Spear in our sides, pricking us on in the eagerness and swiftness of our race, that we who have started and put on at first and ran in the course before them, may not in the end fall short of the Glory of their Crown, which is great in the Kingdom upon them.

So all dear Plants of God's Renown in all Quarters of the Earth, the most Mighty be alwayes on your side, and his Supre­macy at your right hand, and his eternal Omnipotency save you from all evil, Amen.

THE END.