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The Marks of the Children of God and their Comforts in Affliction · Jean Taffin

The Marks of the Children of God and their Comforts in Affliction, Poem

The neceſsitie and benefite of affliction.

GReat trouble and vexation

the righteous ſhall ſustains

By Gods determination,

whilest heere they doo remaine:

Which grieuous is and irksome both

for fleſh and bloud to beare.

Becauſe by nature we are loath

to want our pleaſure heere;

And eke becauſe our enemie

that auncieat deadly foe

Satan, with cruell tyrannie

the worker of our woe,

Doth ſtill prouoke the wicked ſort

in ſinne which doo delight,

To pleaſe themſelues & make great ſport,

to vexe vsus with deſpite.

Yet doo the righteous by the croſſe

moe bleſſed things obtaine,

Than anie waie can be the loſſe,

the dolor, or the paine.

The loſſe is that, which in few daies

would paſſe, fade and decay

Euen of it ſelfe: the gaine alwaies

can no man take away.

All earthly estimation

the croſſe may cleane deface,

But heauenlie conſolation

the ſoule dooth then imbrace.

Afflictions worldly pleaſures will

abandon out of minde:

Then is the ſoule more earnest ſtill

the ioyes of heauen to finde.

Theſe worldly riches, goods and wealth,

by troubles may depart:

Then inward ioyes and ſauing health

may wholly rule the heart.

In trouble friends doo ſtart aſide,

as cloudes doo with the winde:

But Gods aſſistance doth abide

to cheare the troubled minde.

Jfwe ſhould feele theſe loſſes all,

at once, by ſudden change:

We may not be diſmaid withall,

though it ſeeme verie ſtrange.

Iob lost his frends, he lost his wealth,

and comfort of his wife:

He loſt his children and his health,

yea, all but wretched life.

When all was gone, the Lord aboue

did ſtill with him remaine,

With merciemercy, kindnes and with louelove

aſſwaging all his paine:

Teaching him by experience,

that all things fickle be

(Which ſubiect are to humane ſence)

and yeeld all miſerie.

But godlineſſe within the heart

remaineth euer ſure.

In wealth and woe, it is her part,

true comfort to procure.

Affliction turn'th theſe worldly ioyes

to greater paine and woe,

Becauſe the louelove was linck'd with toyes:

religion is not ſo.

For when mans heart doth most delight

in pleaſure, wealth, and pride:

Religion then will take her flight,

ſhe may not there abide.

Where by our ſoules in wofull plight

continually remaine:

Yet hauehave not we the grace or might

from ſuch luſts to refraine.

In which estate mest willingly

(though tending right to hell)

We compt our chiefe felicitie,

and louelove therein to dwell.

Therefore the Lord which is aboue,

regarding vsus below

With merciemercy, pitie, grace and louelove,

that alwases from him flow,

Doth mix with griefe theſe earthly things

wherein we doo delight:

Which to our ſoules all ſorow brings,

or elſe remoou'th them quite.

Then dooth the holie word of God

most comfortable ſeeme:

Which we (before we felt the rod)

mere follie did esteeme.

The world which earſt moſt pleaſant was

now loathſome ſeem'th to be:

It doth appeare (as in a glaſſe)

all fraught with miſerie.

Then feare we hell, then flie we ſinne,

then ſeeke we heauen the more:

To vſe good meanes we then begin,

which we deſpiſde before.

Then can we pray, then can we call

to God for ſtrength and grace:

Which things before might not at all

with vsus hauehave anie place.

Then heare we with attentiuenes,

then read we with all care:

Then pray we with great feruentnes,

no trauaile then we ſpare.

Then ſhall we ſee, feele and confeſſe

the ſtate wherein we dwelt,

To be nothing but wretchednes:

though worldly ioyes we felt.

Becauſe the ſoule by godlineſſe

more comfort doth receaue

In one day, than by worldlineſſe,

for euer it can hauehave.

Then we with Dauid ſhall confeſſe,

that God from heauen aboue

(By humbling vsus) doth well expreſſe

his merciemercy and his louelove.

For ere we felt the ſcourging rod,

we er'de and went aſtray:

But now we keepe the law of God,

and waite thereon alway.

Then forreligion louelove the croſſe,

though it doo bring ſome paine:

The ioy is great, ſmall is the loſſe,

but infinite the gaine.

FINIS.

End of the text · Jean Taffin, The Marks of the Children of God and their Comforts in Affliction (1590)