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BROUGHTON

IN THE

CONCLUSION OF HIS CONSENT OF SCRIPTURE,'

Concerning the New Jerusalem, and the Everlasting Sabbatism, meant in my Text, as begun here, and perfected in Heaven.

THE Company of faithful souls called to the blessed marriage of the Lamb, are a Jerusalem from heaven. (Apoc. iii. and xxi., Heb. xii.) Though such glorious things are spoken concerning this city of God, the perfection whereof cannot be seen in this vale of tears; yet here God wipeth all tears from our eyes, and each blessing is here begun. The name of this city much helpeth Jew and Gentile to see the state of peace, for this is called Jerusalem, and that in Canaan hath Christ destroyed: this name should clearly have taught both the Hebrews not to look and pray daily for to return to Canaan, and pseudoCatholics, not to fight for special holiness there. We live in this by faith, and not by eye-sight, and by hope we behold the perfection; of this city, salvation is a wall, goodly as jasper, clear as crystal: the foundations are in number twelve, of twelve precious stones, such as Aaron wore on his breast, all the work of the Lamb's twelve apostles: the gates are twelve, each of pearl, upon which are the names of the twelve tribes of Israel, of whose faith all must be which enter in; twelve angels are conductors from east, west, north, and south, even the stars of the churches: the city is square: of burgesses settled for all turns. Here God sitteth upon a stone like jasper and ruby, comfortable and just: the Lamb is the temple, that a third temple should not be looked for to be built. Thrones twice twelve are for all the Christians born of Israel's twelve, or taught by the apostles, who for dignity are seniors, for infinity

are termed but four-and-twenty, in regard of so many tribes and apostles. Here, the majesty is honourable, as at the delivery of the law, from whose throne, thunder, voices, and lightnings, do proceed here oil of grace is never wanting, but burning with seven lamps, the Spirits of Messias,a of wit and wisdom, of counsel and courage, of knowledge and understanding, and of the fear due to the Eternal: here the valiant, patient, witty, and speedy, with sharp sight, are winged as those seraphims that waited on Christ, when ten calamities and utter destruction was told for the low Jerusalem: they of this city are not as Israel after the flesh, which would not see, for all the wonders that our Lord did; but these redeemed with his precious blood are full of eyes lightened by lamps, the glory of Jehovah, and behold Christ through all the prophets, a Performer of our faith, sealed of God, Sealer of all visions, Opener of the seals or the stories of the church. (John vi.; Dan. ix. 24; Apoc. vi.) Here is the true light, where the saved walk; (Isa. lx.;) hither kingdoms bring their glory; hither the blessed nations carry their jewels. (Apoc. xxi.) This is a kingdom uncorrupted, which shall not be given to a strange and unclean people: they must be written in the book of the Lamb, and chosen of eternity, sanctified of God, which here are citizens: (Ephes. i. 4 ; ii. 19 :) through this there gusheth a stream better than the four in Eden, a stream of lively waters by belief in Christ, as those waters flowing from Lebanon: (Cant. iv. 15:) here is that Tree of Life in the midst of the paradise of God, with leaves to heal the nations that will be cured, while it is said to-day, with twelve fruits to give food continually to such as feed also upon the hidden manna, who after death receive the crown of justice and life, the morning star, white clothing, and the white stone, wherein a name is written equal to all the law. (Deut. xxvii. 2.) The first seat of the first Adam in the first paradise was glorious; this is better; and as Moses began with the terrestrial, so the holy word ends in the celestial; that to wheels full of eyes may the writ of truth be compared: the full consent and melody of prophets and apostles, how their harps are tuned on Mount Sion, (Apoc. xiv.) it will fully appear in the full sight of peace, when our bodies are made conformable to Christ's glorious body (Phil. iii. 21) in the world to come, and our eyes shall see the Lord in that Sion. For that coming, "O thou whom my soul

Talmud. in Sanhedrim. Cha. Chelec. p. 73. b.

loveth, be like to the roes upon the mountains." (Cant. i. 7; ii. 17.) Amen. Even so come, Lord Jesus. Then shall we in perfect holiness worship thee, to whom the angels always give holy worship, saying, "Praise, and glory, and wisdom, and thanks, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for evermore." Amen.

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A POEM

OF

MASTER G. HERBERT, IN HIS TEMPLE.'

HOME.

COME, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick,
While thou dost ever, ever stay,

Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick;

My spirit gaspeth night and day.

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

How canst thou stay, considering the pace

The blood did make which thou didst waste;
When I behold it trickling down thy face,
I never saw thing make such haste.

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

When man was lost, thy pity look'd about,
To see what help in th' earth or sky;
But there was none, at least no help without,

The help did in thy bosom lie.

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

There lay thy Son; and must he leave that nest,
That hive of sweetness, to remove

Thraldom from those, who would not at a feast
Leave one poor apple for thy love?

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

He did, he came. O my Redeemer dear,
After all this canst thou be strange?
So many years baptis'd, and not appear?
As if thy love could fail or change.

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

Yet if thou stayest still, why must I stay?
My God, what is this world to me?

This world of wo. Hence, all ye clouds, away;

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What is this weary world? This meat and drink,
That chains us by the teeth so fast?
What is this womankind, which I can wink

Into a blackness and distaste?

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

With one small sigh thou gav'st me th' other day,

I blasted all the joys about me;

And scowling on them as they pin'd away;
Now come again, said I, and flout me.

O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

Nothing but drought and dearth, but bush and brake,
Which way soe'er I look, I see;

Some may dream merrily, but when they awake,
They dress themselves, and come to thee.
O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

We talk of harvests; there are no such things,
But when we leave our corn and hay:
There is no fruitful years, but that which brings
The last and lov'd, though dreadful day.
O show thyself to me,

Or take me up to thee.

O loose this frame; this knot of man untie,
That my free soul may use her wing,
Which is now pinion'd with mortality,
As an entangl'd, hamper'd thing.

O show thyself to me,
Or take me up to thee.

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