And did their sentence bear,
Until they nail'd my hands and feet,
And pierced me with a spear.
Now Satan here must so appear,
To have his sentence pass'd.
The mysteries all I mean to clear,
From every age that's past:
Pharaoh you see a type of he,
A type of Satan there,
Until he came to the Red Sea,

And closely followed there.
Now as a man to him I'll come;
His heart I harden'd there;
But why 'twas so you all shall know,
I'll make the mysteries clear.
Pharaoh had been a man of sin;
No pity in him lay;

With cruelty he did go on,

And all my words gainsay.
Therefore that man 1 harden'd on,
To bring the same on he,
As he before had surely done:

But here's the mystery

I'll make it clear, now to appear :
Though puzzling thou dost write,
I know the man that is so near,

Whom thou brought'st to thy sight,
Who lies in bed, and life seems fled,
But yet he is not gone.

Some fruit from he you all will see;*

And to the purpose come;

If he be there a prisoner,
Some fruit it doth afford,

To try the hearts of other men,

And make them like their Lord :

Joe Cox, who was bed-ridden five years, a labouring man near Exeter-Joanna was puzzled in her mind to find out what use this man could of be to society.

Mercy to shew, as I did do;
"Then sure some fruit is there:
The bitter herbs, you all do know,
Good fruit de often bear:
Because the use it doth produce,
Is useful unto man.

Now when the sinner runs his course, (To reason I'll begin)

You have a law you all do know,

The murderer must die;

And he that steals does seldom fail,

But law for justice cries.

Then sure the tree still green must be,
And feel the fatal blow:

You lay the axe unto the tree;
He's green you all will know:
His blood will run in every vein,
When dangers do appear:
Once more I say the tree is green,
Whatever fruit he bears.

A warning take, behold the stake,
And see the end of sin :

The sinner's heart doth often shake,
And grieve for what he'th done.
Now here's the tree, you all may see,
Where vengeance close doth come;
Now to the dry must vengeance fly,
And see what is in him.

The natural branches I've not spar'd,
That do my Image bear;
And the wild olive, that is green,
Doth surely stand in fear.
So now if man the victim come,
And sorrow doth deject,
The dry tree now is hastening on
To meet his awful fate.

For he is dry, I'll tell thee why,
He hath no heart to feel;
He loves to hear the sinners cry,
His heart's a perfect hell;
It is so dry, the fire doth fly,

His heart does always burn;
The sinners' hearts he warms thereby,
When he at a distance comes;
But when that near he doth appear,

He'll scorch them in the flame, Until he heats the hearts of men, To burn them with the same. So in this hell do sinners dwell

One part you may see here:
The sinner doth his master shew;
His image he doth bear:
Where Satan strong you see in man,
All cruelty you see;

The murderer in him is seen;
There's no sin frightens he;

He starts at none, but still goes on,
And dead to every cry,

Till vengeance doth unto him come;
Then here the tree seems dry,
Because that here he doth appear
A picture sure of hell;
The master and the servant, sure,
Do in one likeness dwell.
So now you see the mystery,
How I did paint them here.
Their hearts do burn like the dry tree;
For every fuel's here.

Then now I'll come to make it burn,
And shew the reason why:
The Green Tree was not spar'd by man;
Then I'll not spare the Dry.

If I came here, their trial bore,
And did to it submit,

I bid the dry tree now come near,
And tremble at your feet.
For every sin by him was done,

Ever since Adam's fall:

When Satan's chain I did let free,
Earth did resemble hell.
The martyrs here let them appear,
Or call them to your view:
Let every murder'd man appear,
And now be judg'd by you.

What they did feel your hearts can't tell;

Yet you may judges be:

And every murderer came from hell;
And now the end he'll see :

His sentence come, 'tmust be from man,

Before I'll cast him down.

Did I submit at Pilate's seat,

And stoop to bear his sound?

From whence it came to ME was known;

But this I did conceal;

For Satan must that way unthrone

The mysteries I'll reveal:

I felt the dart, that pierc'd my heart,
When I the trial bore ;

But vengeance then was in my heart,
To turn on him the spear.
The sinner free can never be

Till Satan he has cast:

He'll stand the trial now like ME-
Man must his sentence pass,
That blasphemy was spoke by he,
And judge thy written hand.
Therefore, I say, at Plymtree,
I did let go his chain:

Thy writings there the men must see,
And judge from whence they came.
Such words to pen thou trembled'st then,
And man shall tremble too:

Why do I let the rebel reign?

These words are spoke by you; And so by them the same must come;

Did Satan laugh at ME,

When I did submit at Pilate's seat?

I'll make him stoop that way. Was it for man that I came down

To die upon the tree?

The clamourous tongues of men were found→

It was for blasphemy;

For blasphemy they nailed ME;

Then blasphemy is here:

For Satan hath blasphem'd ME strong

In thy writings here.

And let them see the mystery,

What thou hast penn'd before:

And see if thou no judge can'st be,

What different spirit's here.
Therefore his words I made thee pen ;
For I well-know the day
That Satan's boasting it must end :
Men's hearts I mean to try.
I shall appear and try them here;
And let them stand for ME,

Prove Satan is a murderer here,
And full of blasphemy;

Then murderers here I mean to clear,

Like Pilate I'll begin :

Will Satan find he hath a friend

To prove him a just man?
No fault in ME did Pilate see:
Will Satan find such friend?
The Judge and Jury let him see,
On whom he doth depend.
I tell him plain, he'th not a man

That will support his cause:
The jury do the sentence bring,
'Tis granted by your laws.
So 'tis with man do all contend,
Of spirits good and bad;
And man the sufferer hath been
Ever since Noah's flood.
I swept away, that fatal day,
The world was full of sin;
And now I'll act another way;
For to the root I'll come.
As he is dry the fire must fly,
For what shall I do here?

What will be done, will soon be known:
Now like the Jews begin

To clamour hard for Satan's blood,

As they did then for MINE.
To cast him down be every found:

"His blood be on our head:

"We do not fear what shall come here,
But strike the rebel dead,

CHRIST'S KINGDOM COME, be every sound"

In the year 1796, I dreamt that I went into a shop to buy some gowns, with a lady who had left her money at home. I said I would engage to pay the money for what she bought, if they would trust her; if not, we would leave the shop. To this they consented; as they said they knew me.

Simple as this dream may appear, the following answer, given by the Spirit, is deep and weighty.

"How hasty dost thou write thy dreams?

For patience thou hast none;

* When the Disciples fled from the Garden of Gethsemane.