WITH the same, leave the Ancients, call'd that kind of body Sylva, or "YAH, in which there were workes of divers nature, and matter congested; as the multitude call Timber-trees, promiscuously growing, a Wood, or Forrest: so am I bold to entitle these lesser Poems, of later growth, by this of Under-wood, out of the Analogie they hold to the Forrest, in my former booke, and no otherwise.

UNDER-WOODS.

POEMS

OF DEVOTION.

The Sinners Sacrifice.

To the Holy Trinitie.

I. O holy, blessed, glorious Trinitie
Of persons, still one God, in Unitie.
The faithfull mans beleeved Mysterie,

Helpe, helpe to lift

2. My selfe up to thee, harrow'd, torne and bruis'd
By sinne, and Sathan; and my flesh misus'd,
As my heart lies in peeces, all confus'd,
O take my gift.

3. All-gracious God, the Sinners sacrifice.
A broken heart thou wert not wont despise,
But 'bove the fat of rammes, or bulls, to prize
An offring meet,

4. For thy acceptance. O, behold me right,
And take compassion on my grievous plight.
What odour can be, then a heart contrite,
To thee more sweet?

5. Eternall Father, God, who did'st create
This All of nothing, gavest it forme, and fate,
And breath'st into it, life, and light, with state
To worship thee.

6. Eternall God the Sonne, who not denyd'st
To take our nature; becam'st man, and dyd'st,
To pay our debts, upon thy Crosse, and cryd'st
All's done in me.

7. Eternall Spirit, God from both proceeding,
Father and Sonne; the Comforter, in breeding
Pure thoughts in man: with fiery zeale them feeding
For acts of grace.

8. Increase those acts, ô glorious Trinitie
Of persons, still one God in Unitie;
Till I attaine the long'd-for mysterie

Of seeing your face.

9. Beholding one in three, and three in one,
A Trinitie, to shine in Unitie;

The gladdest light, darke man can thinke upon;
O grant it me!

10. Father, and Sonne, and Holy Ghost, you three All coeternall in your Majestie,

Distinct in persons, yet in Unitie
One God to see.

11. My Maker, Saviour, and my Sanctifier.
To heare, to meditate, sweeten my desire,
With grace, with love, with cherishing intire,
O, then how blest;

12. Among thy Saints elected to abide,
And with thy Angels, placed side, by side,
But in thy presence, truly glorified

Shall I there rest?