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First Line: Greate lord, yea greatest lord of lords thou art
Last Line: Altaschat michtam tune in angells quires.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Greate Lord, yea Greatest Lord of Lords thou art,
And King of Kings, may my poor Creaking Pipe
Salute thine Eare; This thought doth sink my heart
Ore burdened with over sweet Delight.
An Ant bears more proportion to the World
Than doth my piping to thine eare thus hurld.

It is a Sight amazing strange to see
An Emperour picking an Emmets Egge.
More strange it's that Almighty should to mee
E're lend his Eare. And yet this thing I beg.
I'm small and Naught, thou mayst much less me spare
Than I the Nit that hangeth on my hair.

But oh thy Grace! What glory on it hings,
In that thou makest thy Son to bare away
The marrow of the matter choice that Clings
Unto the Service of Atonment's day?
This was his Type, He is its Treasure rich
That Reconciles for Sin that doth us ditch.

Sins thick and threefold at my threshold lay
At Graces threshold I all gore in Sin.
Christ backt the Curtain, Grace made bright the day,
As he did our Atonement full step in.
So Glorious he. His Type is all unmeet
To typify him till aton'd and sweet.

A'ron as he atonement made did ware
His milke white linen Robes, to typify
Christ cloath'd in human flesh pure White, all fair,
And undefild, atoneing God most High.
Two Goates he took, and lots to know Gods will,
Which he should send away: and Which, should kill.

Dear Christ, thy Natures two are typ't thereby
Making one Sacrifice, Humane, Divine.
The Manhood is Gods Lot, and this must dy.
The Godhead as the Scape Goate death declines.
One Goat atones, one beares all Sin away.
Thy natures do this work, each as they lay.

Aaron the blood must catch in's Vessell to hold.
Lord let my Soule the Vessell be of thine.
Aaron must in a Censar all of Gold
Sweet incense burn with Altars fire Divine
To Typify the Incense of thy Prayer
Perfuming of thy Service thou didst beare.

Aaron goes in unto the Holy place
With blood of Sprinkling and sprinkles there
Atones the Tabernacle, Altars face
And Congregation, for defild all were.
Christ with his proper blood did enter in
The Heavens bright, propitiates for Sin.

Aaron then burns the Goat without the Camp
And Bullock too whose blood went in the Vaile.
Christ sufferd so without the Gate Deaths Cramp,
And Cramped Hell thereby. The Divells quaile.
Thus done with God Aaron aside did lay
His Linen Robes, and put on's Golden Ray.

And in this Rich attire he doth apply
Himselfe before the peoples very eyes,
Unto the other Service, richly high
To typify the gracious properties
Wherewith Christs human nature was bedight
In which he mediates within Gods Sight.

What wonder's here? Shall such a sorry thing
As I have such rich Cost laid down for mee
Whose best at best as mine's not worth a Wing
Of one poore Fly, that I should have from thee
Such Influences of thy goodness smite mee
And make me mute as by delight envite mee?

Lord let thy Gracious hand me chafe, and rub
Till my numbd joynts be quickn'd and compleat,
With Heate and Spirits all divine, and good,
To make them nimble in thy Service Greate.
Oh! take my ALL thyselfe, all though I bee
All bad, I have no better gift for thee.

Although my gift is but a Wooden toole
If thou receive it, thou wilt it enrich
With Grace, thats better than Apollo's Stoole.
Thy Oracles 'twill utter out the which
Will make my Spirits thy bright golden Wyers,
ALTASCHAT Michtam tune in Angells Quires.





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