Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.

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Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.
Author
Dunton, John, 1627 or 8-1676.
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London :: Printed for John Dunton ...,
1685.
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Bible -- Paraphrases, English.
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Page 121

Psal. 143:2.
Enter not into Judgment with thy Ser∣ant, for in thy sight shall no man living e justified.
Iesus. Iustice. Sinner.
esus.

Bring forth the Prisoner, Iustice.

Iust.
Thy commands Are done, just Judge: See here the Prison'r stands.
〈◊〉〈◊〉.

What has the Prisoner done? Say, what is the cause Of this Commandment?

Iust.
He hath broken the Laws Of his too Gracious God; conspir'd the death Of that great Majesty that gave him breath. And heaps transgression, Lord▪ on trangression.
〈◊〉〈◊〉.

How kow'st thou this?

Iust.
Ev'n by his own confession, His sins are crying; and they cried aloud; They cried to Heav'n, they cried to Heaven for Blood.
〈◊〉〈◊〉
〈◊〉〈◊〉 What say'st thou Sinner? Hast thou ought to plead, hat Sentence shall not pss? Hold up thy head, nd shew thy Brazen, and rebellious face.
〈◊〉〈◊〉.
Ah me! I dare not: I'm to vile and base o tread on the Earth, much more to lift ••••ine Eyes to Heav'n, I need no other shrift han mine own Conscience; Lord I must confesse, m no more then dust, and no whit less hen my inictment stiles me; Ah! If thou ••••arch too severe, with too severe a Brow, hat Flesh can stand; I have transgressed thy Laws, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 merits plead thy vengeance; not my cause.
〈◊〉〈◊〉

Lord shall I strike the blow.

Jes.
Hold Iustice stay.

Page 122

Sinner speak on, what hast thou more to say?
Sinner.
Vile as I am, and of my selfabhor'd, I am thy handy-work, thy Creature Lord, Stampt with thy glorious Image, and at first, Most like to thee, though now a poor accurst Convicted Caitiff, and degen'rous Creature Here trembling at thy Bar.
Just.
Thy faul's the greater. Lord shall I strike the blow?
Jes.

Hold, Justice, stay Speak Sinner: Hast thou nothing more to say?

Sinner.
Nothing but mercy, mercy; Lord my state Is miserable poor and desperate; I quite renounce my self, the World flee From Lord to Iesus; from thy self, to thee,
Just.
Cease thy vain hopes, my angry God has vow'd, Abused mercy must have blood for blood: Shall I yet strike the blow?
Jes.
Stay, Justice, hold▪ My Bowels yearn, my fainting Blood grows cold, To view the trembling Wretch? Methinks, I spy My Fathers Image in the Pris'ners eye.
Iust.
I cannot hold:
Jes.
Then turn thy Thirsty Blad Into my sides, let there the wound be made. Chear up dear Soul; redeem thy life with mine, My Soul shall smart; my Heart shall bleed for thine
Sinner.
O groundless deeps! O love beyond degree Th' offended dyes, to set the offender free.
Epigram.
Mercy of mercies! he that was my drudge Is now my Advocae, is now my Iudge: He suffers, pleads, and sentences, alone: Three I adore, and yet adore but one.
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