16 Infinet Love of Christ -

Infinet love of Christ

What love is this, that bouled in
The breast of our sweet, sacred king.

From ages of eternity
He did resovle, to come, and dye.

That he might fallen man regain
And bring him back, with him to reign.

Oh how this love should make us blush
Thou hadst (deer Lord) no need of us.

To thine esencyall glory we
Could adde nothing, at all to thee.

thou couldst in thine alfullnese dwell
had we been, in the lowest hell.

This Justice might have always shone
In our deserv'd, damnation.

The couldest in, the blessed sight
Of thy perfections, still delight.

And needest not to stoop so low
As on us rebels, love to throw.

T'was love, and purely, that alone
That rays'd thee, from thy statly throne.

Whilst thou thy robs, didst lay aside
To purchase, such a worthlese bride.

This love, this love, unpara'leld
Could not in heavens, bounds be held.

But down he came, love runs apace
To save the sons, of Adams race.

Love drew a veill, o're the devine
Nature, that here it might not shine.

For why, the glory therof we
Could not in this state, bear to see.

Love ran through ev'ry action
That was by our dear Jesus done.

T'was love in him, that sweetly smil'd
When he became, a litle Child.

T'was love that made him not distaine
To be here, in a manger lain.

Love made him att twelve yeers of age
With the great doctors, to engage.

Entring with them into dispute
Whilst he their answers, did confute

T'was love, that sent him for to preach
And still both day, and night, to teach.

Which way our souls might find a rest
And be, of hapy nese possest.

The godhead, did it self reveill
When all diseases, he did heall.

Whilst mortals mad, did shew their spight
In seeking to eclips this light.

Yet n'erethelese thy love, went on
In healling all, leaving out none.

That came to thee, with malidys
Thou curest ther infirmitys.

Thou didst not make, the body whole
Alone, but love did reach the soull.

Ther's few that came to thee for ease
And cure, of bodily disease.

But thou ther souls didst also heall
And pardon of their sins, reveill.

So meane a boon, thou scornst to give
Thy love, would make the soull to live.

The cabinet thou knewest well
Was nothing worth, to the Jewell.

In itt so excelent, & rare
Whole worlds, could not its lose repair.

But whether do, I start aside
Thy love is broad, & deep, & wide.

T'were infinet for to goe through
Each pasage, of thy love unto.

The full dimention of itt
Till down in glory, we shall sitt.

When on this love, my thoughts I bend
I know not how, nor where, to end.

yet here I cannot leave off yet
A litle-further, I would get.

And see how love, did flow, & spring
Both in thy death, & suffering.

As in a garden, sin begun
So ther thosse drops of bloud, did run.

From off thy face, upon the ground
Oh how thy love, did here abound.

Each drop of bloud did loudly say
That love, in thee bore all the sway.

Thy love did rise, exceeding high
When thou wert in an agony.

And needst help from, thy menn all
servants, which still atend thy call.

before that thou didst bid adeiw
to earth, thou lefts with us, a new.

To ken of love, that always we
Seeing it, might remember thee.

When this was done, still love went on
From step, to step, till in the throng.

Of those that sought his life, he fell
Though with a look, he could them quell.

Hee caus'd them backward for to fall
To shew he could, escap them all.

If he had pleas'd, but he would give
His life for us, that we might live.

Love led him, to the high preists hall
To be derided ther by all.

Scourged, spit on, & buffeted
And att the last, their condemned.

Love made him bear away his crose
On which he purged out our drose.

His life on it, he then laid down
That soe we might atain that crown.

Of glorious, immortality
When we shall, with him, reign on high.

Love rays'd him up, out of the grave
That we a firm, support might have.

When he ascended up on high
Hee led captive, captivity.

And though in heaven he be set
Hee doth us not, att all forget.

Our names ar written, on that brest
Which is the sinners, sacred nest.

By his atractive pow'r of love
Hee still doth draw, till up above.

He hath got his redeemed ones
And plac'd them on, ther glor'ous thrones.

What shall we now return to thee
For this most wonderfull, & free.

Love which thou dost on us bestow
And make, plentifully to flow.

Nothing but love, thou dost require
Oh let me, answer thy desire.

Wilt thou acept so meane a thing
then give it me, that I may bring.

Such love, enflamed, strong, & quik
As may reach, to the highest nick.

As any soull, can here atain
Whilst in the body, they remain.

Let love grow up, to such a flame
As may reach that, from whence it came.

And terminate, still in that breast
Which is of love, the sacred nest.

Let love, in me soe much abound
That I may know, what tis to sound.

Away, into thine armes for love
Whilst my afections, strongly move.

And bend to thee, with such desire
As may not rest, till they expire.

in thee, and shall be swalowed
Up in thy love, att fountain head.
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