To know the meaning is thy view,
And leave one part alone.
But as impatient thou art grown.
I'll instant answer thee:
Unto the world thou art unknown;
But not unknown to ME;
And thee, men say they do not know;
But ME they don't deny;
And to men's conscience let them go-
Their Saviour is their cry.
Now as to men thou art unknown,
Thy Bondsman I will be;
And every debt I'll surely pay,
If men will now trust thee.
The letter put in Pomeroy's hand,
It was a debt of trust;
But when the debt he did demand,
The grave hath paid the first.
Then as the grave hath paid the one
That to my friend was given,
Let all the seals come to his hand,
I'll surely pay the Seven.†
But if he say he knows my name,
Then on my words rely;
I'll never put my friends to shame;
But every debt I'll pay.
But thee, I say, he doth not know,
Thou art a stranger there ;
But keep my memory in view;
Will he deny ME here?
Then all the goods I'll surely leave,
If credit I have none;
And to another house I'll cleave;
The gold is still my own.
So perfect like thy dream I'll do,
Thou art unknown to man,
But not to me; it can never be-
Thy nature, nor thy name;
The woman's honour thou'lt defend,
To give my perfect word;
And so can I rely on thee
Thou wilt not cheat thy Lord;
And in my name thou'st forg'd no bond,
But I was present there:
Alluding to Bishop Buller's death, which came to pass at the end of that
year, according to Joanna's prediction.
The book sealed with seven seals, put into Mr. Pomeroy's hands.
So now of ME let all demand
The bonds they wish to clear.
For let the debts be e'er so great,
I did them all approve;
In ME they'll find there's no deceit,
They are but debts of love.
So now the debts let man demand,
And arrest ME by their prayer;
Then they shall see the promis'd land;
I'll make them sons and heirs.
So like the serpent now be wise,
And hold me to my word;
I will no longer now disguise,
If they'll constrain their Lord.
So perfect, as the days of old,
I'll now to all appear:
I know their doubting hearts are cold,
Nor know that I am here.
For idle tales they have believ'd
Did from the woman come;
But Mary, and Joanna too,
Must unto all be known;
Though other women there were there,
Whose names they are not penn’d.
Let Jews and Gentiles both appear-
The Bride must crown the end.
For if like man I do go on,
As very man to be;
I sure shall to the purpose come,
And strongly cleave to thee.
So wonder now and stand amaz'd,
Ye fools and slow of heart;
For on the Woman you may gaze,
But I shall take her part.
For all her friends she surely left,
To follow my command;
Then to her now I'll strongly cleave:
She'th chose the better part.
Last night did they enjoy their play,
Which was a pleasing dream;
But mark what Woolland said to thee
This very night is thine,
For to enjoy thy holiday;
And it thou shalt enjoy;
I'll wipe the tears from off thy eyes,
And all thy foes destroy.
And can it be (is said by thee)
Such bliss for to obtain ?
I tell thee still, like Mary sit,
And thou shalt see the end.
But Minifie would have cheated thee,
As the this night began:
She said the fire was below;
But mark, when thou didst come
The truth to know, thou there didst go,
No heat could there be found.
And every man would have found it so,
If thou'dst obey'd their sound.
So now thy friends thou'st not obey'd,
Nor was it in thy power;
And thou shalt find thou'st not misled,
But see the glorious hour."-
The following communication was given to Joanna, on old Twelfth Day, January 17, 1797, from a parable of a man, who boiled his eggs and put them into the hen-nest again, with a private mark upon them, thinking to discover the thief' who robbed them.
Simple as this may appear to the world, I was ordered to write from it; as the Lord would spiritualize it to me. When I went up stairs I had but little ink left, and was obliged to wring the silk in the ink-stand to get the ink out-and was answered in the following manner:
Now I'll begin from what thou'st done,
And make the mystery clear;
I'll surely wring the dregs of men,
As thou hast wrung it here.
Thou know'st the ink-stand it seem'd dry,
And thou no ink could'st gain ;
Till thou didst wring the silk therein;
And so will I wring men.
For mk I'll have, my flock I'll save,
That will obey my call;
And now I'll come to act like man,
And so I'll try them all.
I'll put the mark, though in the dark,
As men shall not discern ;
And prove, to see their honesty,
I'm acting just like man.
Deep was the thing that he had done
To try his servant there;
And can't I act as deep as he,
To prove the matter clear?
For though he boil'd his eggs to spoil,
The thing was curious done;
And if I boil mankind to spoil,
I've put the mark on them.
Therefore the thief I will find out,
And know where he doth lie;
I'll watch my brood, and make them good,
Though some I'll boil them dry.
But yet the shell I'll never spoil,
For there thy pen goes deep;
There's none shall see they boiled be,
The shell I'll never break.
So if the thief should come and steal,
He'll have no better lot
Than he that stole thy master's eggs→
'Tis deep what thou hast wrote.
To tell my name it is high time,
I see my nests decay;
Therefore I say I shall begin,
As man began this day.
I'll mind no cost, nor fear no loss,
But to the purpose come;
I am resolv'd to catch the thief,
As man hath now begun.
Now trifling as these lines appear,
There's weight in every word;
'Tis come to my appointed time,
That men must know their Lord.
But will they say they do know ME?
Then let them all appear
And tell me how they can explain⚫
That man e'er knew ME here.
But if they say they this can do,
My Bible they deny ;
And bring the leaves all to their view,
Then man must surely die,
The day he eat forbidden fruit ;
But did he die that day?—
Then let the sons of men be mute,
I'll take their guilt away.
By Adam's fall, 'tis known to all,
That death was fix'd for man ;
The serpent was to lick the dust,—
The curse was fix'd on him;
And of the dust the man was made,
And so that dust did die ;
He felt the dart come to his heart,
That took his life away ;
And dead in sin he did begin
To moulder into dust;
For he no longer liv'd in ME,
As I made him at first.
So here the man was truly
To all perfection here:
But can you say his life was fled?
Then make the mystery clear.
If you deny it was not so,
As thou these lines hast penn'd ;
Then tell me how they'll make it true,
And bring it to the end.
He liv'd in ME, let all men see,
Till tainted by the fall;
Then, dead in sin, he did begin
To bring the guilt on all.
And this was by the woman's hand,
As every man declar'd ;
And all the blame was cast on ME,
To give the woman there.
And cast the blame on man ;
For who hath copied after her?
Or does as she hath done?
Is not my word upon record?
Whoe'er doth come to ME,
In no ways will I cast them out;
Ah, how do all men see!
The gates of hell shall not prevail
Against my children here,
That do rely and trust in ME,
Whom I have bought so dear.
Firm as the heavenly pillars stand,
So firm are my decrees;
For to fulfil thy written hand,
All men do now obey.
Then stand or fall, to hear your call,
Like Adam now begin;
And her obey, like him that day,
And Paradise you'll win,
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