You plant like Paul, you Water like Apollos,
You set fair Coppyes, happy he that follows
You bid fair for it, let Heaven make it doe;
And by your hands, wash the Æthiopean toe.
Christs grace and blood applyed, makes white within,
And clenseth from the Guilt and Stain of Sin.
The resurrection whiten will the Skin;
The great refiner and the blessed Fuller,
Will one day make the Saints all of a coler.
And all be blacker then the Sons of Cham,
That are not Whitned by the Spotless Lamb.
And they of all men only shall be free,
Christ bought, and brought out of Captivity.
The Slaves of Sin and Satan then shall stand
Bound hand and foot, though here they did command.
The pious Master and the pious Slave,
The Liberty of Sons of God shall have.
But these are riddles unto Mammons fooles,
That use their Slaves as if they had no Soules;
For want of saving theres their own lose will;
If you shall make them Wise more Wonders still,
New-Englands Thaumatorgos you shall be,
And have the thanks, both of the bond and Free.