A COMBATE BETVVEEN SATAN tempting: And a CHRISTIAN triumphing: In the Comfort of the Creed.
Satan.
VVHY doest with hope (vild wretch) thy soule deceive?
Thou must be damn'd.
Christian.
Not so, for I believe
Sa.
Yea so doe I: and yet I feele Hells Rod.
Ch.
Thou but beleev'st God is, I trust in God
Sa.
What thou a sinner trust? thou temp'st him rather.
Ch.
Who should the poore Child trust, if not the Father
Sa.
The soule that sins must dye, thy sins are weighty.
Ch.
Yet God can pardon them, for he's Almighty,
Sa.
But he's of wicked men a just forsaker.
Ch.
Yet kinde to what he made, and he's my maker
Sa.
Why hath he made thee smart thus from thy birth?
Ch.
This is but love from th' Lord of Heaven and Earth,
Sa.
Hark, God and Angels crie thou doest displease us.
Ch.
And yet in God's my comfort and in Iesus
Sa.
In sin thou art born and bred, and do'st persist.
Ch.
As sin abounds in me, so grace in Christ
Sa.
Why speak'st of grace, the Law makes thee undone?
Ch.
Nay then, why did God send his only Sonne
Sa.
Are not all sinners of his Son abhord?
Ch.
No, none that strive to serve him as our Lord,
Sa.
But God can't die, of hope thou art bereav'd.
Ch.
But yet his manhood may which was conceived
Sa.
How can man made of woman save the lost?
Ch.
Yes, being made perfect by the holy Ghost,
Sa.
But thou by nature art a wretch forlorne,
Ch.
And yet to me in mercy a childe is borne
Sa.
But thou art filthy and thy hart wants purging.
Ch.
His blood doth cleanse me who came of the Virgin
Sa.
Presumptuous men thus to tempt Christ, how dare ye?
Ch.
We tempt not Christ, we joy in Christ, with Mary,
Sa.
Thou hop'st in vaine, from him sin pulls thee asunder.
Ch.
Both sin and sinfull men, he suffered under
Sa.
What suffer sin, yet just? thy folly I smile at.
Ch.
The sin was mine; he just, saith Pontius Pilate,
Sa.
But yet the punishment of thy sins abide.
Ch.
No, for to quit them, he was crucifide,
Sa.
Oh but the sting of Death will wound thy head.
Ch.
No, Christ puld out that sting when he was dead
Sa.
Can he give life that lies himselfe interd?
Ch.
Yes, with him my sins are hid and buried,
Sa.
Thy poore and meane estate shews Christs offended.
Ch.
Shall I thinke much to stoope when he descended
Sa.
Fear'st not Deaths wound, nor in the grave to dwell?
Ch.
Christ went, that I might not goe into Hell;
Sa.
How cam'st thou free from sting of death or paine?
Ch.
By Christ who on the third day rose againe
And so captivity he captive led.
Rising in glorious triumph from the dead,
Nor was my Saviours glory heerein ended,
But after he was risen, he ascended
To fit a place for me, and so hath given
Sure hope that I shall follow him into Heaven
Where now, in all my griefe and dumpish fits
He heares my prayers, there he rests and sits
Observe his Majesty, he doth not stand
Inferiour like, but sits at the right hand
Not of some earthly Prince, but his abode
Is in the high and heavenly house of God
Where as his only Sonne he rules; the rather
Can he make my request knowne to the Father
That for his sake my sins which he found weighty,
May be forgiven by him which is Almighty,
Sa.
If th' art so sure, then sin, heres thy defence,
That Christ's in Heaven.
Ch.
Oh no he sees from thence
And waites till wicked men fill up the sum,
And measure of their sins, then shall he come
Riding with thousands Saints on clouds all spread
In flames of fire to judge the quick and dead;
Sa.
Then thou condemned shalt be: O feare and grieve.
Ch.
Satan, I still deny it, for I believe
Sa.
In whom believest, that thus thou vants thy boast?
Ch.
In Father, Sonne, and in the holy Ghost,
Who neere forsake nor leave in desperate lurch
Those who are of the holy Catholique Church,
Let him but take me to himselfe in union,
And give me with his people the Communion
I'm safe; for he to helpe them never faints,
Who keepe the bond of peace, and faith of Saints,
Sa.
Thy wayes are crooked, and in them no evenesse.
Ch.
In me's the sin, in God is the forgivenesse
And heere my never ending joy begins
To know that he's the pardoner of sins,
Heel therefore take me to his high protection,
When the last trumpe shall sound the resurrection
Void sin and Sathan both, my soule why load ye
With desperate words? this temple of the body,
Wherein corruption now and sin is rife,
Shall come to perfect glory and the life
Not such vaine earthly life which now is wasting:
But that blest life of Heaven thats everlasting:
O Lord increase my faith, and grant that then
I may behold thy glorious face Amen.
Take but this shield of faith to arme your hearts,
So shall you quench all Satans fiery darts,
And though your nature doe in name betray,
This faith shall make your honours last for ay.
Printed for the good of all true and Loyall Subjects, 1648.