The divine wooer, or, A poem setting forth the love and loveliness of the Lord Jesus and his great desire of our welfare and happiness, and propounding many arguments ... to persuade souls to the faith and obedience of him ... / composed by J.H.

Sententious Verses of an un∣known Author.

COnfession is to cure our sin, A very present Medicine. Thy Saviour on his Cross did choose To save thy life, his own to loose. Our Saviour cry'd, Repent, Repent, As John who, fore our Saviour went. Blessed be the Name of Jesus, Who tormented was to ease us. The grace of Jesus is to me, The only true felicity. Christ's Cross my Crown, I do esteem, What ever earthy men do deem. My hope in Christ is fixed sure, Who wounded was, my wounds to cure. My hope shall never be confounded, Because my hope on Christ is grounded. My soul cleave fast to Christ above, For nought on earth deserves thy love. Fear not my soul, be not dismaid, For Jesus Christ thy debts hath paid. The Death of Christ is life to thee, If thou a Christian truly be. Faith is not faith, unless it be A faith that works by charity. Christ is by marriage knit to thee, If thou to him by Sanctity. Admire my soul, the mystery Of Jesus Christ's nativity. Christ was conceiv'd i'th' Virgins womb, That thou might'st a Son of God become.

Christ unto thee, if thou be his, Both light, and food, and Medicine is. If thou polluted art with sin, The fountain's open, enter in. He that doth eat and drink by ••aith, Christ's flesh and blood, salvation hath. Be wise, do not too far inquire, For what thou rather shouldst admire. Christ is ascended up on high, And we must up as Eagles flie. God sealeth by his holy Spirit, As many as shall life inherit. Great is the Churches dignity, That chosen is Christ's spouse to be. In Christ we are of God elect, What's out of Christ God doth reject. Our prayers do pierce the starry sky, And fetch down blessings from on high. The Angels of the Lord protect, All those that are the Lord's elect. The Devils treacheries who knows, A thousand ways he seeks our woes. He's only wise who God doth know, And doth by life his knowledge show. To live it is not, but to dye, To live in sin securely, Christ's life must be a Rule to thee, If Christ's Disciple thou wilt be. Thou from thy self must first depart, Before thou can'st in Christ have part. Thy soul can nothing satiate, But God who did the same create. Labour to have thy conscience pure, When all things fail that will endure. What is a bubble? such is man, Whose life in length is but a span.

The man that Covets, is but poor, Although he riches have great store. The sign by which the Saints we know, It is by love their faith to show. The soul that chaste is, is Christ's Spouse, His bed of rest, his lodging house. The life of man's a rolling stone, Mov'd to and fro, and quickly gone. Love not the World, the World is vain, But love the things that will remain. The Palme-tree grows the more prest down, And crosses prove the Churches crown. Take up thy cross and it endure, Then of a crown thou shalt be sure. Let not tentations cast thee down, For perseverance will thee crown. Think every day to be thy last, And when that's come thy life is past. Grieve not when Christian friends do dye, They gain by Death eternity. Remember that Christ Jesus shall, Thoughts, words and deeds, to judgment call. All earthly things tread under thee, And let thy thoughts in Heaven be. The Saints are Pilgrims here below, And towards Heaven their country go. If thou beest here a child of grace, 'Mongst Angels thou shalt have a place. If into Hell thou would'st not fall, Think dayly on't and mind God's call. The pains of Hell do far extend, Beyond all time, World without end. Doth Adam dye, Christ in thee live? Christ shall eternal life thee give.