So trusting that the only Sov’rain Power Which in this work alwaies assisted mee, Will still remain its firme defensive Tower, From spite of enemies the same to free And make it useful in some sort to bee, That Rock I trust on whom I doe depend, Will his and all their works for him defend. A Song expressing their happinesse who have Communion with Christ. When scorched with distracting care, My minde finds out a shade Which fruitlesse Trees, false fear, dispair And melancoly made, Where neither bird did sing Nor fragrant flowers spring, Nor any plant of use: No sound of happynesse, Had there at all ingresse, Such comforts to produce, But _Sorrow_ there frequents, The Nurce of Discontents, And _Murmering_ her Mayd Whose harsh unpleasant noise All mentall fruits destroyes Whereby delight’s convayd. Whereof my judgment being certifide My mind from thence did move, For her conception so to provide, That it might not abortive prove, VVhich fruit to signifie It was conceaved by Most true intelligence Of this sweet truth divine _Who formed thee is thine_, Esay. 54. 5 Whence sprang this inference; He too, thats Lord of all Will thee beloved call, Though all else prove unkind; Then chearfull may I sing Sith I enjoy the Spring, Though Sesterns dry I find. For in our Vnion with the Lord alone, Consists our happinesse. Certainly such who are with Christ at one He leaves not comfortlesse. But come to them he will Their Souls with joy to fill. And them to Fortifie Their works to undergo And beare their Crosse also, VVith much alacrity: VVho his assisting grace Do feelingly imbrace, VVith confidence may say, Through Christ that strengthens me No thing so hard I see Phil. 4. 14 But what perform I may. But when the Soul no help can see Through sins interposicion, Then quite forlorn that while is she, Bewailling her condicion; In which deplored case Now such a Soul hath space, To think how she delayd Her Saviour to admit Who shu’d to her for it, And to this purpose sayd, Open to me my Love, My Sister, and my Dove, Can. 5 My Locks with dew wet are Yet she remissive grew, Till he himselfe with-drew Before she was aware. But tasting once how sweet he is, And smelling his perfumes, Long can she not his presence misse, But griefe her strainth consumes: For when he visits one He cometh not alone, But brings abundant grace True Light, and Holynesse And Spirit to expresse Ones wants in every case; For as he wisedome is, So is he unto his VVisedome and Purity, 1 Cor. 1.30 Which when he seemes to hide, The soul missing her guide, Must needs confused lie.