The saints everlasting rest

Hast thou forgotten since be wounded himself to cure thy wounds, and let out his own blood to stop thy bleeding? Is not the passage to his heart yet standing open? If thou know him not by the face, the voice, the hands; if thou know him not by the tears and bloody sweat, yet look nearer, thou mayst know him by the heart; that broken-healed heart is his, that dead-revived heart is his, that pitying, melting heart is his; doubtless it can be none but his. Love and compassion are its certain signatures; this is he, even this is he, who would rather die than thou shouldst die, who chose thy life before his own, who pleads his blood before his Father, and makes continual intercession for thee. If he had not suffered, O! what hadst thou suffered? What hadst thou been if he had not redeemed thee? Whither hadst thou gone, if he had not recalled thee? There was but one step between thee and hell, when he stepped in and bore the stroke; he slew the bear, and rescued the prey; he delivered thy soul from the roaring lion: and is not here fuel enough for love to feed on? Doth not this lodestone snatch thy heart, and almost draw it forth from thy breast? Canst thou read the history of love any further at once? Doth not thy throbbing heart here stop to ease itself; and dost thou not, as Joseph, seek for a place to weep in? ⟨p. 346⟩Or do not the tears of thy love bedew these lines? Go then, for the field of love is large, it will yield thee f•esh contents for-ever, and be thine eternal work to behold and love; thou needest not then want work for thy present meditation.

Hast thou forgotten since be wounded himself to cure thy wounds, and let out his own blood to stop thy bleeding? Is not the passage to his heart yet standing open? If thou know him not by the face, the voice, the hands; if thou know him not by the tears and bloody sweat, yet look nearer, thou mayst know him by the heart; that broken-healed heart is his, that dead-revived heart is his, that pitying, melting heart is his; doubtless it can be none but his. Love and compassion are its certain signatures; this is he, even this is he, who would rather die than thou shouldst die, who chose thy life before his own, who pleads his blood before his Father, and makes continual intercession for thee. If he had not suffered, O! what hadst thou suffered? What hadst thou been if he had not redeemed thee? Whither hadst thou gone, if he had not recalled thee? There was but one step between thee and hell, when he stept in and bore the stroke; he slew the bear, and rescued the prey; he delivered thy soul from the roaring lion: and is not here fuel enough for love to feed on? Doth not this loadstone snatch thy heart, and almost draw it forth from thy breast? Canst thou read the history of love any further at once? Doth not thy throbbing heart here stop to ease itself; and dost thou not, as Joseph, seek for a place to weep in?