with God i' th' dark For the return o' th' absent Ark. as in Jer. 8.19 and Ps 80.3 7 14 19. HOw long Lord wilt thou hide thy face which yet thou bidst us seek Why should thy haters thee disgrace insulting oâ—'e thy meek Our foes reproach us very much asking us where 's your God This is the loss our heart doth touch God's gone from 's old abode Will not our foes ride o're our head and soon of all bereave us And th' ark to Dagon captive lead if once our God should leave us Oh now 's the crown fall'n from our head if once our God depart And all Religious hopes lye dead in lifeless formes at th' heart But when will God return O when and cause his face to shine These Lions to their final den O Lord at last confine Then shall Gods lambs feed in their place the spirit of Grace descend Our King in Zion show's bright face and Babels Kingdom end 68 Hymn The spouse by Bacha's Vale of tears Thirsts till in Zion she appears FOr God the living God my Soul pants and enquires In Vales I cry on mountains high I utter strong desires I seek yet find him not asking of watchmen all I run yet find i 'm still behind and he far from my call Time was my Lebanon did glorious Cedars yeild For Christ my Spouse that his own house himself not man might build But now my walls are broke Foxes upon them walk My Lord is gone off from his throne from whence he once did talk But yet those Mountains tell good news to th' desolate My Lord to raign comes once again for this I 'le gladly wait With mercies he 'l return both Babels throne to waste And to refresh our Wilderness do this O Jesus hast 69 Hymn The Soul with pain seeks Christ at last She finds and so she holds him fast Cant. 3.1 2 3. LIke to the flames of heav'nly fire so is thy love O God! Tho 't first descend yet 't will aspire to fix there it's abode Delayes or distance blow 't not out tho' sin full oft does grieve him Yet I of mine not his love doubt that good report I 'le give him His loves first call with me did gain that did my heart command A visit now 's hard to obtain in dry and weary Land But O who understands his way to love yet anger faign T' ecclipse and after beams display lift up cast down again This Lord I by thy help resolve Tho' now i' th' dark I sit On thee firm hope still to revolve and to thy will submit Art thou withdrawn I 'le yet pursue when slain in the I 'le trust The hopes of better days like dew shall ev'n revive my dust 70 Hymn The hidden face of God regain'd Breeds vows and hopes he 'l be retain'd IN Bacha's Vale of tears I thirst did pant and grope At last appears above my fears a blessed door of hope My Lord was wondrous kind for tho' he angry was Yet now I find hee 's well inclin'd my trespass by to pass When first to me he came he knock't long at my door Blest be his name I may 't proclaim his patience me forbore Now if at 's door I stay why should I not submit Thus hope I may without delay at last hee 'l open it With mercies many and great he will return again Plots hee 'l defeat his work compleat and o're our Isles shall raign His Tabernacle then ' mongst us hee 'l place and hold Yea once agen from righteous men rebukes shall clean be roul'd His candlesticks shall be for 's walk of Gold most pure Thrice blest is he that him shall see that day shall aye endure 71 Hymn Th' afflicted Soul ' and Spouse complaint That her beloved mate does want like the 102 Psal title c. TOuching thy pleasant Vineyard Lord bought and by thee brought hither How sad is it that men abhorr'd Should cut and make it wither Good room thou for it here did make and caus'd it fill the Land And gath'red'st stones out for its sake to plant it with thy hand Now when for 's fruits God came to look but lost his expectation He left it wast that Boars might pluck and make 't a desolation Oh barren most degen'rate plant once of a noble Vine That his return the Lord would grant and cause his face to shine Our desert then shall spring again and bud like Jesse's branch Our Lord will come at last to raign his Vine's-bleeding to staunch Light to impart to souls forsak'n to dry bones lively dews Virgins secure asleep t' awak'n to tell-mourners good news Th' afflicteds prayers he 'l then regard to Babel blood repay T' Saints small and great a just reward Lord hast that glorious day 71 Hymn Of Zion's King this Hymn let 's sing 2 Sam. 23 3 5. Isai 60.17 18. THe Rock of Israel said who will his word fulfil All knees shall bow for all do owe subjection to his will This earth through sin accurst with blessings shall increase Hill's barren soyl wine milk and oyl shall yield plenty with peace Our own God will us bless men shall no more oppress Officers all we peace shall call exactors righteousness No Lion shall be there Christ Lambs to death to bring His righteous Laws pleading their cause shall make the Widows sing Lord let thy Kingdom come and holy will be done That Babylon may have no throne let whore and beast be gone Praise waits for thee O Lord In Zion joyful songs Fulfil thy word furbish thy Sword to thee vengeance belongs Then Halelujahs we will ever sing to thee With righteousness the Isles oh bless and from proud Nimrods free 72 Hymn The Spouse enquires where she may find Her well beloved Christ most kind ALL ye my Lord that know Or love heark to my moan Ye watchmen all to you I call Shew where my love is gone What means his distance now when love has made him dear What win my heart and then depart O this is hard to bear Or why 's he gone or fled my sin is sure the cause That once he came blest be his name how much his love still draws Where is that blessed place in Heav'n they see his face That way therefore I must adore rev'rent and 's feet embrace In hopes I 'le wait the day when hee 'l no longer stay But Clouds dispel and tydings tell of joy to last alway Till then my heart shall be his principality But men and devils sin and all evils at last shall vanquish't lye 73 Hymn This calls to humble Lamentation VVhen God departs from Soul or Nation ALL ye from whom your Lord so dear is griev'd away and gone That formerly you felt so nigh and seek sigh and bemoan Where once his light has on us shone and after is obscur'd Eclipst and gone that loss alone is woful to b' endur'd 'T is greater wo well to have been t' enjoy and after loose Gods lightsome
love and only dove on wing of morning hast Refute my fears wipe of my tears his new wine let me tast Tho' I suspect I 'm non-Elect and so his love deny'd That would releive could I beleive he does the same abide Now let the Sun and day fast run my fears shall terminate To think with joy that Christ and I in bliss shall be compleat Then hast prepare all ye that are wise Virgins ready trim Your Lamps bring come loe your Bridegroom is near go to meet him For if his door be shut before you have your Lamps trim'd up Beyond all doubt you 'l be shut out and never with him sup 24 Hymn A 2d sighing for Christ Kingdom MOst glorious King thy Saints do sing in hopes to see thy day When every Crown comes tumbling down that thine may stand for age Why ought we pray and thus to say as thou dost us command Thy Kingdom come and will be done if foes it still withstand How says thy word that Christ our Lord is sole bless't Potentate Why should his cross become our loss or serve a worldly state That glorious tree on which blest he did suffer shame and scorn On which he spil'd his bloud did yield true life to us forelorn And shall his cross become our loss his glory turn our shame Nay surely those that him oppose shall bow to 's royal name 25 Hymn This song does the beleivers day And future triumph's fair display SIng to the Lord ye holy ones ye Saints lift up your head And shout aloud for in this cloud Christ will his glory spread What tho' your sight is not so bright faith in the dark can grope And feel such union as gives communion oh then rejoyce in hope For Christ our hope having with sope our sins all washed clean In Moabs pot then shall no spot on Zion more be seen Her blood and fears her sighs and tears for ever now shall cease No flames can scorch this first-born Church but rather joys increase No Cana'nite shall dwell in 's sight nor pricking thorn or brier No hypocrite with Lillies white shall grow but disappear Now will all Saints turn their complaints to lofty times of joy ' Cause Judah's Lion is King in Zion and none shall more destroy Oh then let all Saints great and small expect this glorious day Your Summer 's near its flowers appear Lord hast and come away Cant. 2.11 12. Luk. 21.28 30. 26 Hymn An Hymn of Christ's Cross and Crown following it WHen man was made God to him said of each Tree freely take I have them set all to be meat thy appetite to slake But wretched he his inn'cency through that forbidden fruit He freely left so was bereft of mans state like a bruit Now as that tree did prove to be the cause of all our Fall So by this tree Christs cross we be redeem'd and saved all Tho' on this cross our Lord the loss sustained of his life Yet so did he th' Elect set free from sin and death so rise Now Paradise most open lyes life's tree's to none forbidd'n Christ serves for food both sweet and good he is that Manna hidden As by a woman our death in common on all mankind did rest So now should come of Virgin womb both grace and life most blesse 27 Hymn The 2d part ANd now Gods call is cry'd to all to come believe and take him Both Christ and Lord and so his sword shall nolens volens make him Behold what signs in bloody lines before him do appear Sure he 's not far hark how the war doth of the Lamb draw near As once he dy'd and signifi'd through bloody lines of his love So now that curse and sin that 's worse from Saints he doth remove Remember Lord how much thy word of his exalting speaks Hasten that crown of Babel down for he all Scepters breaks Shall ever more that Romish whore our British Islands sway Hasten her doom thy Kingdom come O now Lord come away Then every nation thy new Creation and all things glad shall be When Christ alone set on his Throne in 's beauty Saints shall see 28 Hymn A Lamentation for England AWake my muse thy bow to use utter a Lamentation That Romish whore knocks at the door of this our English Nation That man of sin with her comes in the Dragon laid the Plot The Eagles spread o're Lions head if God prevent it not We are in danger thorow Gods fierce anger if Christ be not our help By Jebusites or Jesuits to loose the Lions whelp The Dragon tries how to surprize the Womans relict Seed Unless that Sword of Christ his word do wound his head with speed Oh woful day if she bears sway agen in these our Lands Gods Saints she 'l make burn at a stake and break Christs holy bands But Lord arise her sacrifice in stead of Zion make O let Rome fall beast horns and all for Christ and Martyrs sake 29. Hymn Faiths breath in a Swoun sent a Friend in a Letter THo' once my dear I felt thee near yet wist not whom you art Now through this hole I 'le feed my soul with sight to stay my heart I thought that he did come to be no transient but in-dweller But now he 's gone my soul finds none that where he rests can tell her I seek the street and fain wou'd meet my choice belov'd most dear Sometimes I find him yet do not mind him which makes him disappear Why does thy face Lord full of grace eclipsed still remain Thy will be done but here I 'le moan till I thy face regain Down at thy feet as it is meet O bow all earthly things Make all adore thy face before sprinkle all Lands and Kings 30 Hymn A panting sigh for Sions King Whose coming doth Salvation bring OH thou to whom praises pertain all Majesty and might Thy glorious Scepter sway and raign before thine Enemies sight For 1600 years behold thy Saints baptiz'd in blood Have for a pray to beasts been sold and eat in tears their food Stirr up thy self in Righteousness vengeance as cloak put on Thy zeal for Sions Sons express proud Babels whore upon Thy watchman on our walls appoint let them see eye to eye Saviours and Sons of oyl anoint that shall their Lord stand by Those mighty ones that plot our harm let them begin to fall That Trumpet let it sound their larm and judge them great and small Of mercy then and judgment too thy Saints shall sing and joy For God will utterly undo all that our peace annoy Thy Scepter then our Isles shall bless with truth and peace for aye The Sword of violence Lord suppress Lord hast that blissful day 31 Hymn Here Saints do mourn as Turtle Dove For Christs return that now 's above OH Sions King and only Spouse How long wilt thou withdraw From thy dear Heritage and house The Isles wait for thy Law Hark how thy Turtles Lord do mourn
Lamb 's begun which comfort does import The Captain 's gone his Armies run and now their time is short Sing on the heights of Zion all ye followers of the Lamb All that against you arm shall fall praise ye his holy name Apoc. 14.1 2. Halelujah 150 Hymn Saints best Apolo'gy herein lyes ' Gainst Satans darts and calumnies The Lamb's bloud and their innocencies Ezra 4 6 12 15 Apoc. 12.10 O Lord our righteous judge that art null Satans accusation Plead thou our right and heal the smart of 's poysonful temptation See how he stands at our right hands if we do ' proach thy throne But thou' rt defence for innocence against this wicked one If we Gods Children are hee 'l doubt and maks us question't too Lord prove thy love his dart pull out that would our hopes undo But tho's intent and wyles are bent the innocent to blame Let them conspire bee 't Sword or Fire God turns it to their shame E're long th' accuser shall be bound Christ has prepar'd his chain Whose sword his enemies head will wound that Christ alone may raign Uprightness then with Sons of men in much repute is had And every tongue Gods Sons did wrong with shame and horrour's clad The Lord prepares for plotters snares that on their heads shall rain And for th' upright a shining light when Jesus comes again 151 Hymn On occasion of that Fire in Breadstreet Here le ts condole others distress And for escapes our thanks express Isai 24.15 Psal 79 1 2 5 7. O Lord how dreadful is thine ire where is the cause what sinns Did kindle first so dreadful fire for thence our woes begin Thine anger may alone suffice of which who knows the power Oh leave us not t' our enemies they 'l body ' and soul devour Whether our flames come from thy hand or by malicious spite Lord search and make us understand revenge and do us right By melting Lord us purifie that we may better grow And Lord sit by when thou dost try that nought but dross may go In fires we do thee glorifie may Christ there with us rest A Phoenix thence shall rise and fly and Isles with it be blest The Lord that chose us pluck't us out as brands from many a flame Will still us wall as fire about blest be his glorious name But from these flames shall sparks arise proud Babel to devour That Christ when Rome in ashes lyes may raign in glory ' nd power 152 Hymn O bless't are all at peace with God When wars do 'larum us abroad Ps 46.9 Matth. 24.6 7 20 21 32. O mighty Lord of Hosts the Lord of peace and war When thou in wrath thy sword dost bath in mercy us prepare Thy judgments threat'n our Land we see few signs of good Our crying crimes make perilous times deserving showres of blood Yet some our sins lament desiring terms of peace And righteous laws that God may cause his anger tow'rds us cease Or when thy Sword is drawn O Lord with it debate And stay thy hand but give command the whore to desolate Thy controversie great O Lord plead and decide For Treachery and Cruelty of Rome to th' lamb and bride In great disdain and scorn ten horns against her turn Then for that whore naked and poor her paramours shall mourn All wars then end in peace the earth from curse is free And in their King the Saints shall sing days of Eternity Amen 153 Hymn The Comfort of true Worship Psal 68.1 2. LEt God arise his enemies scatter and wast away Such is their fate that Sion hate like smoke they must decay At thy rebuke and presence great the wicked pass with noise The righteous still before thy seat in heart and lip rejoyce For tho' the Nations rush and rage and swell as waters great Their force will Jacobs God asswage for Sion is his seat This burdensome and chosen stone so weighty God does make That great and small on it that fall perish for Sions sake No weapon shall prosper at all no Councel Tongue or might ' Gainst Christ's elect can take effect when in his Temple bright Christ will appear why shou'd we fear his angels are our host Tears blood and prayer our weapons are our hopes cannot be lost 154 Hymn This and one more given Mrs. J. H. on the death of their Son T. H. When God for child or friend does call His will must still our murmurings all Levit. 10.6 Psal 39.9 11. O thou Immortal one issues to thee belong From cruel death and deeps beneath God of Salvation Who can thy wrath abide when thou for sin dost chide Beautys decay youth fades away if thou thy face wilt hide Children are vanity whether they live or dye Alive they are a certain care dead comforts by and by The more they steal our love our Lord gets less above This does provoke Gods by a stroke our Idols to remove Thy sov'raign hand therefore and will let 's all adore Like A'ron now in silence vow to over-love no more Now hopes for time i 've none near friends before are gone Faiths victory to sing and see I 'le long before thy throne 155 Hymn Wishes in a Letter to Mrs. S. W. at Theobalds being many years bedrid That being not hungry nor hardly bestead To fresh springs of solace your soul may be led And being not once discourag'd i' th way As Isr'el of old in their wilderness day Your soul may from strength to full strength attain And so Sion mount at last you may gain I truly wish that you may fish in sanctuary streams But yet your eye may still espie in them celestial beams That by those beams and chrystal streams that from above descend Your soul may lighten and faith may highten and persevere to th' end And tho' I know your bodi 's low and nature sore declin'd Yet when your Lord speaks but the word you 'l not be left behind For you shall straight on Sion height mount up and so shall sing Your songs of love to him above your everlasting King Oh then rejoyce hark 't is the voice of him that 's at the door Who calls my love my darling dove come now thou 'st weep no more Adiew old World confus'dly hurl'd devoted to the fire Gods word 's most true all shall be new and let my soul expire My ripest plants Gods sweetest Saints are slipt away before And I forlorn with griefs am torn O let me stay no more 156 Hymn Thus sick the soul to God did mourn And heal'd its praise did so return according to Isai 38.10 20. LOrd though thy stroke me sick did make yet did thy hand me raise This cup of saving health I 'le take and render songs of praise I said if now my days expire what comfort shall I have When expectation with desire lye buried in the grave My days have full of darkness been my sickness sorrow ' nd wrath For peace my sin hath bitter
been or burnt or rent in quarters Yet hee 'l set on your heads anon a crown of life like Martyrs If tempted sore to sin ye chose to perish rather That glory ye receive of me that 's giv'n me off my Father In witnessing his truth ye that were so blasphem'd Of you when on his glorious throne hee 'l never be asham'd Oh then ye blessed ones with songs your pains beguile Your day draws near when hee 'l appear yet but a little while 176 Hymn After the Lamb the Lord doth call His chos'n generation all On which the beast and whore must fall Psal 65.4 Isa 41.9 11. 1 Pet. 2.9 1st Part. BLess't is that man O Lord most high whom thou dost choose to thee And causest to approach thee nigh his dwelling place to be This style God gave his only one in him he did us choose And every one he has foreknown hee 'l never more refuse Gods chosen ones shall all beleive that faith all fires endure No grain is lost in Satans sieve for Gods foundation 's sure I' th' furnace of afflictions sore tho' God may Saints refine He pleads his int'rest evermore and still says thou art mine does Zion think her self forsook while foes do taunt and scoff The Lord that chose her them rebuke and her hee 'l not cast off When God will save who shall destroy accuse or them withstand These his elect shall long enjoy the work of their own hand For God has said his hand hath laid help on his chosen one Ye sinners stoop and be afraid this Lamb shall have the throne 177 Hymn That God elects of 's own good pleasure Is Saints most rich and joyful treasure Deut. 7.7 8. Mark 13.20 Rom. 8.33 2d part Luk. 18.7 8. 'T Was thy good pleasure Lord meer grace to it did move Most to refuse yet some to choose to call and save and love Of old thou didst decree what number sav'd should be And to th' elect some word direct to bring them home to thee Without thee was no cause in us nothing could merit Sin thou foresaw yet us would draw that we might life inherit And that none might be lost with Antichristian brood All he foreknew he marks them new by sprinklings of his blood Rejoyce ye chosen ones with elect Angels all By calling your election's sure y' are sav'd from Adams fall Be glad in Christ your head the Lamb did you redeem Your foes for you will he subdue that chose Jerusalem And shall not God avenge his dear Elect that cry Both day and night yea in their sight hee 'l do 't and speedily Oh blissful sight to see and hear th' Elect all sing First comes the Jew then Gentiles too triumphing in their King 178 Hymn This soliloquy when alone And longs for Christ the soul does groan Gen. 32.25 Ps 102.6 7. John 16.32 LOrd i 'm now left alone away my comforts gone And to retire with thee desire and to my God make moan In desert walks my soul like Pelican or owl Or Sparrow on house top alone like Dragons do I howl Or like the Turtle-Dove that mourning notes does love Finding no nest nor mate nor rest but in my Lord above I unto thee do flie to have thy company So flames the fire of hot desire in swift ascents to thee O when wil't thou descend or this my conflict end Or call on me to come to thee my prison rags off rend My friends before are gone and brethren left i 've none If I must stay Oh come away here leave me not alone And when my work is done my time and glass is run Then O translate me to a state to shine above the Sun Mean while abide with me thy face oft let me see And let thy Son ascend his throne in glor'ous Majesty 178 Hymn In a friends Garden while I walk't An heav'nly muse thus to me talk't AS I into a Garden went my friends and not my own To veiw the plants my mind was bent there to converse alone This question sprung up in my mind whether in humane art Or Natures beauties I could find a Plant would ease my heart I lookt a round on ev'ry Plant each herb and fragrant Flower But still my Soul did pleasure want and all those fruits prov'd sowre I to the rose bush did repair and thence a bud did pick And thought it both fragrant and fair yet there I found a prick Then pleasant particolour'd flowers I gather'd but when they Had been in hand very few hours their beauties did decay These pleasures are to others left a stranger reapes the fruit But the possessour's quite bereft with care to keep the root But when the winter storms do blow these pleasant Plants are gone So death does worldly beauties mow till th' Resurrection Is Paradise so lost alas are things below all vain To Eden I will swiftly pass Gods Garden to regain But this way as I thought to gain I had no sooner tri'd My resolution how t' attain than in my way I ' spy'd A multitude of armed foes and Devils against me bent My way with crosses to oppose yet through that croud I went Some turning back afright I met as cowards retrograde That smote my heart full of regret seeking me to disswade I quickly cast them off with scorn yet were my garments rent To rags by many a brier and thorn as up Gods mount I went Ascents with breathings are obtain'd to mount yet sing is rare Yet when advantage ground is gain'd it yeilds a prospect fair And though the way was rough and long the top my faith did spy I made it pleasant with a song as Larks by mounting high At last I saw the Garden wall and to the door I past The door was low the wall most tall shutt and inclosed fast Abundant entrance to obtain I did to th' porter cry Who said with waiting I might gain an inlet by and by Mean while I heard a blessed Chore of Angels in consort Singing about the wall and door which did my hopes comfort These are the Chariots of my Lord and all Gods Garden guard That all Pilgrims convoy afford and heirs of Life still ward While I without did wait and stay impatience made a dinn I heard within a still voice say come let this pilgrim in The door was op't immediately and in the Pilgrim came But with so ragg'd a habit I quickly began to shame The Master bad me welcome thither and such new robes me gave To style my self I knew not whether a King or wandring slave He bad me freely entertain mine eyes sense and desire I' th' lower Garden till again he came to lead me higher So while I cast about mine eyes 1. I spy'd a plant below Most fragrant as in paradise Adam could ever show This flower its azure head conceal'd in'ts leaves under my feet Declin'd to have its worth reveal'd save by its odour sweet 2. A second on its lofty spire much like that