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Bedford Jail and Bridge

Bedford Jail and Bridge

Dedicated to the heart of suffering saints and reigning sinners.

FRIEND, I salute thee in the Lord,
     And wish thou may'st abound
In faith, and have a good regard
     To keep on holy ground.

Thou dost encourage me to hold
     My head above the flood;
Thy counsel better is than gold:
     In need thereof I stood.

Good counsel's good at any time;
     The wise will it receive,
Tho' fools count he commits a crime
     Who doth good counsel give.

I take it kindly at thy hand
     Thou didst unto me write;
My feet upon Mount Zion stand,
     In that take thou delight.

I am indeed in prison now
     In body, but my mind
Is free to study Christ, and how
     Unto me he is kind.

For tho' men keep my outward man
     Within their locks and bars,
Yet by the faith of Christ I can
     Mount higher than the stars.

Their fetters cannot spirits tame,
     Nor tie up God from me;
My faith and hope they cannot lame;
     Above them I shall be.

I here am very much refreshed
     To think, when I was out
I preached life and peace and rest
     To sinners round about.

My business then was souls to save
     By preaching grace and faith,
Of which the comfort now I have,
     And have it shall till death.

They were no fables that I taught,
     Devis'd by cunning men,
But God's own word, by which were caught
     Some sinners now and then.

Whose souls by it were made to see
     The evil of their sin;
And need of Christ to make them free
     From death, which they were in.

And now those very hearts that then
     Were foes unto the Lord,
Embrace his Christ and truth, like men
     Conquer'd by his word.

I hear them sigh, and groan, and cry
     For grace to God above;
They loathe their sin, and to it die;
     'Tis holiness they love.

This was the work I was about
     When hands on me were laid;
'Twas this from which they pluck'd me out
     And vilely to me said:

You heretic, deceiver, come,
     To prison you must go;
You preach abroad, and keep not home,
     You are the Church's foe.

But having peace within my soul,
     And truth on every side,
I could with comfort them control,
     And at their charge deride.

Wherefore to prison they me sent,
     Where to this day I lie;
And can with very much content
     For my profession die.

The prison very sweet to me
     Hath been since I came here,
And so would also hanging be,
     If God would there appear.

Here dwells good conscience, also peace;
     Here be my garments white;
Here, though in bonds, I have release
     From guilt, which else would bite.

When they do talk of banishment,
     Of death, or such like things,
Then to me God send heart's content,
     That like a fountain springs.

Alas! they little think what peace
     They help me to, for by
Their rage my comforts do increase;
     Bless God, therefore, do I.

If they do give me gall to drink,
     Then God doth sweet'ning cast -
So much thereto that they can't think
     How bravely it doth taste.

For as the devil sets before
     Me heaviness and grief,
So God sets Christ and grace much more,
     Whereby I take relief.

Though they say then that we are fools
     Because we here do lie,
I answer, Jails are Christ his schools,
     In them we learn to die.

'Tis not the baseness of this state
     Doth hide us from God's face;
He frequently, both soon and late,
     Doth visit us with grace.

Here come the angels, here come saints,
     Here comes the Spirit of God,
To comfort us in our restraints
     Under the wicked's rod.

God sometimes visits prisoners more
     Than lordly palaces;
He often knocketh at the door
     When he their houses miss.

The truth and life of heav'nly things
     Lift up our hearts on high,
And carry us on eagles' wings
     Beyond carnality.

It takes away those clogs that hold
     The hearts of other men,
And makes us lively, strong and bold
     Thus to oppose their sin.

By which means God doth frustrate
     That which our foes expect -
Namely, our turning th' apostate,
     Like those of Judas' sect.

Here comes to our remembrance
     The troubles good men had
Of old, and for our furtherance
     Their joys when they were sad.

To them that here for evil lie
     The place is comfortless,
But not to me, because that I
     Lie here for righteousness.

The truth and I were both here cast
     Together, and we do
Lie arm in arm, and so hold fast
     Each other; this is true.

This jail to us is as a hill,
     From whence we plainly see
Beyond this world, and take our fill
     Of things that lasting be.

From hence we see the emptiness
     Of all the world contains;
And here we feel the blessedness
     That for us yet remains.

Here we can see how all men play
     Theirs parts, as on a stage -
How good men suffer for God's way,
     And bad men at them rage.

Here we can see who holds that ground
     Which they in Scripture find:
Here we see also who turns round
     Like weathercocks with wind.

We can also from hence behold
     How seeming friends appear
But hypocrites, as we are told
     In Scripture everywhere.

When we did walk at liberty
     We were deceiv'd by them,
Who we from hence do clearly see
     Are vile, deceitful men.

These politicians that profess
     For base and worldly ends,
Do not appear to us at best
     But Machiavellian friends.

Though men do say we do disgrace
     Ourselves by lying here
Among the rogues, yet Christ our face
     From all such filth will clear.

We know there's neither flout nor frown
     That we now for him bear,
But will add to our heavenly crown
     When he comes in the air -

When he our righteousness forth brings
     Bright shining as the day,
And wipeth off those sland'rous things
     That scorners on us lay.

We sell our earthly happiness
     For heavenly house and home;
We leave this world because 'tis less
     And worse than that to come.

We change our drossy dust for gold,
     From death to life we fly;
We let go shadows, and take hold
     Of immortality.

We trade for that which lasting is,
     And nothing for it give
But that which is already His
     By whom we breathe and live.

That liberty we lose for him
     Sickness might take away;
Our goods might also for our sin
     By fire or thieves decay.

Again we see what glory 'tis
     Freely to bear our cross
For Him who for us took up his
     When he our servant was.

I am most free that men should see
     A hole cut through my ear;
If others will ascertain me,
     They'll hang a jewel there.

Just thus it is: we suffer here
     For Him a little pain,
Who when he doth again appear
     Will with him let us reign.

If all must either die for sin
     A death that's natural,
Or else for Christ, 'tis best with him
     Who for the last doth fall.

Who now dare say we throw away
     Our goods or liberty,
When God's most holy word doth say
     We gain thus much thereby?

Hark yet again, you carnal men,
     And hear what I shall say
In your own dialect, and then
     I'll you no longer stay.

You talk sometimes of valour much,
     And count such bravely mann'd
That will not stick to have a touch
     With any in the land.

If these be worth commending, then,
     That vainly show their might,
How dare you blame those holy men
     That in God's quarrel fight?

Though you dare crack a coward's crown,
     Or quarrel for a pin,
You dare not on the wicked frown,
     Nor speak against their sin.

For all your spirits are so stout
     For matters that are vain,
Yet sin besets you round about;
     You are in Satan's chain.

You dare not for the truth engage,
     You quake at 'prisonment;
You dare not make the tree your stage
     For Christ, that King potent.

Know, then, true valour there doth dwell
     Where men engage for God
Against the Devil, death and hell,
     And bear the wicked's rod.

These be the men that God doth count
     Of high and noble mind;
These be the men that do surmount
     What you in nature find.

First, they do conquer their own hearts,
     All worldly fears, and then
Also the devil's fiery darts,
     And persecuting men.

They conquer when they thus do fall,
     They kill when they do die;
They overcome then most of all,
     And get the victory.

The worldling understands not this,
     'Tis clear out of his sight;
Therefore he counts this world his bliss,
     And doth our glory slight.

The lubber knows not how to spring
     The nimble footman's stage;
Neither can owls or jackdaws sing
     When they are in the cage.

The swine doth not the pearls regard,
     But them doth slight for grains,
Though the wise merchant labours hard
     For them with greatest pains.

Consider, man, what I have said,
     And judge of things aright;
When all men's cards are fully play'd,
     Whose will abide the light?

Will those who have us hither cast?
     Or they who do us scorn?
Or those who do our houses waste?
     Or us who this have borne?

And let us count those things the best
     That best will prove at last;
And count such men the only blest
     That do such things hold fast.

And what tho' they us dear do cost,
     Yet let us buy them so;
We shall not count our labour lost
     When we see others' woe.

And let saints be no longer blam'd
     By carnal policy,
But let the wicked be asham'd
     Of their malignity.

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