Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.

ODE. 47.

1.

Leave not thy Saviour now, what ev'r thou do'st, Doubtfull distrustfull heart, Thy former paines, and labours, all are lost, If now thou shalt depart, And faithlesly fall off at last from him, Who to redeeme thee spar'd nor life nor limme.

2.

Shall he, that is thy Cluster, and thy Vine, Tread the winepresse alone, Whilst thou stand'st looking on? Shall both the wine, And worke be all his owne? See how he bends, crusht with the straitned Screw Of that fierce wrath, that to thy sinnes was due.

3.

Although thou canst not helpe to beare it, yet Thrust thy selfe under too, That thou mai'st feel some of the weight, and get Although not strength to doe, Yet will to suffer something as he doth,

That the same stresse at once may squeeze you both.

4.

Thy Saviour being press'd to death, there ran Out of his sacred wounds That wine, that maketh glad the heart of man, And all his foes confounds. Yea, the full-flowing fountain s open still For all grace-thirsting hearts to drinke their fill.

5.

And not to drinke alone, to satiate Their longing appetites, Or drowne those cumbrous cares, that would abate The edge of their delights, But, when they toyle, and foile themselves, with sinne, Both to refresh, to purge, and cleanse them in.

6.

Thy Saviour hath begun this Cup to thee, And thou must not refuse't. Presse then thy sin-swoll'n sides, untill they be Empty, and fit to use't. Doe not delay to come, when he doth call, Nor feare to want, where there's enough for all.

7.

Thy bounteous Redeemer in his bloud Fills thee not wine alone, But likewise gives his flesh to be thy food, Which thou •…•… make thine owne, And feede on him, who hath himself revealed The bread of Life by God the Father sealed.

8.

Nay, he's not food alone, but physicke too, When ever thou art sick, And in thy •…•… strength, that thou mai'st doe

Thy duty, and not stick At any thing, that he requires of thee, How hard soever it may seeme to be.

9.

Make all the haste then that thou canst to come, Before the day be past, And think not of returning to thy home, Whilst yet the light doth last. The longer, and the more thou draw'st this wine, Still thou shalt find it more, and more divine.

10.

Or if thy Saviour think it meet to throw Thee in the Presse againe, To suffer as he did: yet doe not grow Displeased at thy paine: A Summer season followes Winter weather, Suffring you shall be glorifi'd together.

REVEL. 22. 17.

The Spirit, and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is a thirst, come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.