Friday, 3 February 2023

ON DAVID AND JONATHAN by Mary Mollineux

 

Are learned Pens solicitous to express
Idle Chimeraes in Romantick Dress?
And shall the Fame of these Heroick Friends,
Be thought a Theme unworthy of such Pens?
Where a more Princely Pattern can we find
Of Loyal Friendship, and a Nobler Mind,
Than shines in Jonathan, Saul's famous Son?
Whose Heart to David, since the Conquest won
From Great Goliath, was so firmly knit,
That no Self-Interest could e'er alter it:
Such potent Love sprang in his Royal Breast,
That he disrob'd himself, to cloath his Guest;
And gave his Garments, Girdle, Sword, and Bow,
Whether he did, by sacred Instinct know
He should his Father in the Throne succeed:
(Can Man divert what Heaven hath decreed?)
And tho' the Kishite politickly told,
Whilst Jesse's Son surviv'd, he never should
Establish his Dominion, or advance
His Royal Scepter: Yet since Providence
Had so dispos'd it, He with Pious Mind,
Serene from Envy, had in Heart resign'd
His Kingly Pow'r to David: For had he
Been false in Heart, some Trick of Treachery
Had broken forth, his Honour to obscure;
Yet David otherways been kept secure.
But O his brave Heroick Soul disdain'd
Ignoble Projects; yea, a Crown so stain'd
With Breach of Friendship! Ah, how did he plead
With furious Saul, and nobly interceed
For absent David, till he did provoke
To (had it hit) a sad and fatal Stroke
Against himself? then meekly he withdrew,
And at the appointed Season went to shew
This unto him, whose Life seem'd to depend
On the Fidelity of such a Friend;
Who (pre-advis'd) did privately attend
The Prince's coming; where, with mutual Grief,
Leave to depart, was then the sole Relief
Time did afford; with Tears, and great Increase
Of Sorrow, David is dismiss'd in Peace.
But David, truly worthy such a Friend,
Rememb'red this, when Heav'n had put an End
To Rivalty of Rule, and call'd away
The noble Prince; lest here his longer Stay
Might seem t' eclipse his great renowned Name,
Had he surviv'd to see another Reign:
David yet grateful (when with watry Eyes,
He had bewail'd his dear Friend's Exequies,
And griev'd that he was by Philistines slain,
'Gainst whom his Sword was never drawn in vain,
Ʋntil that dismal Day, that Heaven's Decree
On wretched Saul must executed be)
Sought out Occasion how to manifest
The Effects of Friendship in his Kingly Breast;
And to the Off-spring, gently did extend
The Favours due to his deceased Friend;
Mephibosheth, tho' Saul's Posterity,
(Saul's, that was of such noted Enmity
To David) being Son to Jonathan
Must dwell at Court, the King will entertain
Him at his Royal Table, gives Command
For the Surrender of Saul's State and Land.
Was David valiant? Did he, void of Fear,
Assail and slay a Lion and a Bear,
And with undaunted Courage overcome
The Warlike Gathite with a little Stone?
But, which preferr'd him more than all the rest,
An upright Heart he bore within his Breast.
Was not his Friendly Rival, Jonathan,
Renown'd sor Valour too? The only Man,
That, with his Armour-Bearer, overthrew
The proud Philistines, ere his Father knew
With whom he left the Host of Israel,
Whilst the proud Garrison before him fell,
With Dread and Trembling; Israel, mean while
Amaz'd, made Haste but to pursue and spoil:
Yet did he not out-brave his Loyal Friend,
But by Majestick Meekness recommend
That true Nobility of Mind, that brings
A greater Honour than the Name of Kings.
For tho' his Sword many Philistines slew,
And Israel's Foes he bravely did subdue;
Yet did that Love and Friendship in his Breast,
Embalm his honour'd Name above the rest
Of his renowned Vertues, and engage
Immortal Fame in each succeeding Age.

Mary Mollineux c.1651-1695





More views from the Lomond Hills










Friday, 27 January 2023

PRIERE A DIEU by Esther Kello

Seigneur a ton honeur

et par ton grâce aussi

J'ae pafait ce LIVRET

ainsi Seigneur ainsi

Pour ne fair oncques rien

au monde qui duise

Ton Sanct Esprit toujours

en ce sentier humain.

Assuere, ouvre, redresse,

illumine, conduise,

Mon coeur, mon oeuil, mon pied,

mon esprit et ma main,

Ainsi, soit il.


Esther Kello (nee Inglis) 1571-1624

I've put an Esther Kello page here: Esther Kello


My version of this, helped by our friend Mr. Google, is below.  I'm very happy to receive any improvements.


Lord, to your glory,

and by your graciousness,

I made the booklet well;

oh yes, our Lord, oh yes.

Oh, may I not engage

With what won't understand

Thy Spirit ever

Throughout my pilgrimage.

Stabilise, open, right,

enlighten, take my hand,

My heart, my eye, my foot,

My spirit, stage by stage.

Amen; so be it.






Views of Fife from the Lomond Hill 
(which are unrelated to Loch Lomond or Ben Lomond)





Tuesday, 24 January 2023

The Author’s Belief concerning the dealings of God towards the Sons and Daughters of Men, in order to the Compleating their Salvation by Amey Hayward


A soul cannot eternal life inherit
Unless the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Do work together in a near relation
In order to complete poor man’s salvation:
The Father gives unto His Son the soul;
There’s nothing can His boundless love control.
The Son e’er He’ll impart with it again
Would give His body freely to be slain.
The Holy Spirit workers too also
Teaching each soul God’s blessed will to know.
This God for our good doth freely do,
Yet for the same He will be sought unto.
God’s chiefest end in making of mankind,
Was to fulfil the pleasure of His mind;
And He by all will glorified be,
Whether saved, or lost, to all eternity:
And seeing God His pleasure will fulfil,
Then what is now become of man’s free will?
Surely, free will was lost in Adam’s fall;
And now to good, man’s will is very small:
But God out of His matchless love, and treasure,
Makes man to will and do of His good pleasure.

1699

I've put an Amey Hayward page here: Amey Hayward


Pentland Hill Views



 

Saturday, 21 January 2023

THE AUTHOR'S REQUEST by Amey Hayward

Lord give me oil of thy free grace 

My vessel for to fill,

And help me to run out my race,

In doing of thy will.


Help me to cleanse my lamp about 

From all the stinking snuffs,

So that I may not wiffer out 

With any windy puffs.


But that my lamp it may burn clear,

To light me on the way,

That I may meet my Bridegroom dear,

Him to adore for aye.


Lord give me talents, two or five,

Which seemeth good to thee,

Them to improve, then I will strive,

Lord give them unto me.


But if it be thy pleasure, Lord,

To give to me but one,

And I should in the earth it hoard,

Then I shall be undone.


Therefore my God, for Jesus sake,

Give me a bigger portion,

And grant I may it double make,

Unto my great promotion.


Oh grant I may not be like him,

Which in his heart shall say,

My Lord delayeth for to come,

He will yet longer stay.


But that I may both watch and pray,

And waiting be also,

That when my Lord shall come, I may 

Be ready for to go.


(This follows a meditation on Matthew 25.)





More from south of Peebles, Scottish Borders


Tuesday, 17 January 2023

A few meditations on the glorious attributes of God, by Amey Hayward

God’s attribute of goodness is most great,

And He in goodness is a God complete;

There is no man nor angel doth it know,

It is a fountain that doth overflow.


God’s attribute of love, it hath no end,

It doth above all other love transcend;

There is no man nor angel doth it know,

It is a fountain which doth overflow.


God’s attribute of mercy is so pure,

That now, and ever still it will endure:

No man or angel never can it know,

It is a fountain which doth overflow.


God’s attribute of glory is so bright,

That it doth dazzle all beholder’s sight;

It is a glory which doth so prevail,

The very angels doth their faces veil.


God’s attribute of knowledge is so high,

That He did know, from all eternity,

Adam would fall, with his posterity,

And so involve themselves in misery.


God’s attribute of wisdom, as we read,

By it the heavens and the earth was made;

It is a mystery which is so high,

The angels they desire therein to pry.


God’s attribute of justice none can let,

When He upon His judgment-seat shall sit,

To execute His judgments righteously,

‘Twill make the guilty sinners loud to cry.


To speak of all God’s attributes,

It is for me too high 

Which am an empty barren soul,

Both withered and dry.


I empty am, Lord, fill me with thy grace,

And barren too here in my spiritual race:

Withered and dry, Thou know’st I am, O Lord,

Therefore to me Thy saving grace afford.


1699






Friday, 13 January 2023

MARY OF MAGDALA

 *MARY OF MAGDALA


Excruciated by light,
Their stronghold untenable,
They went out.

Lust, overwhelmed, expelled:
See now that love’s power
Drove her to walk in love.

Gluttony excluded by fulfilment
See the awaked desire
To become a giver.

Envy, that poison, purged
By grace, she displays
Fresh graciousness.

Wrath, arising within,
Quelled by the gentleness
And meekness of the Christ.

Sloth, now unslothful, fled;
So, see her energy
On resurrection morning.

Pride – difficultly thrust out –
See her take her place
As servant of all.

Avarice, tuber of evil,
Uprooted; see the substance
Her new heart ministers.                        21/07/2018






Scottish Borders - south of Peebles

Tuesday, 10 January 2023

SONSHIP RUNES

i


God portrayed to me
His ideal in sonship:
The Son of His love.

ii

The Son displayed to me
What it was like to be
An only-begotten with a father.

iii

The Holy Spirit
- Within my heart -
Cried, “Abba Father”.

iv

God has worked that we
Should in sonship be
Associated with the Son of God.

v

In Gethsemane’s agonising
He breathed, “Abba Father”;
“Abba Father” is the cry of sons,
Inbreathed by the Holy Spirit.

vi

The sons glory in
The Father; while the Father
Glories in sonship.

vii

Every believer
Who has the Spirit is one
Of the sons of God. 
                                                   19-22/07/2018





South of Peebles, Scottish Borders



Friday, 6 January 2023

SAINT

 

Psalm-chanter amid the arrow-storm,
Should a saint, God-tempter,
Bare his neck and breast?

Should a saint be land-splitter,
King-supplicant, in a world
Of Christ-rejection?

If he will desire sea-chilled
Monkishness, should a saint
Become wife-bonded?

Sleek dragon-heads affright
Plough-followers: does
A Christ-follower contend thus?

Dove-simple, is the saint
Also serpent-wise? Yet
He is accepter of God’s will.

Christ dies a robber-death;
Should His saint die requesting
A chieftain-death?

Christ-sleeper in your earth-bed,
Prayer-deaf, among the blood-redeemed,
Do you lie, Magnus, God-called,
The only saint you will be?     
                                               15/07/2018

This needs an explanation; it refers to Magnus Erlendsson, Earl of Orkney, in due course recognised as a saint.  See here: Magnus Erlendsson.  He is the great hero of the writings of the Orkney poet, George Mackay Brown.  Much that I have learned about putting a poem together comes from GMB; but that doesn't mean I always agree with him.
For another view of GMB see Ships.  And more of the rather magical islands of Orkney are here: Scottish Stones.







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