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Hymns composed on several subjects, and on divers occasions: In three parts. : With an alphabetical table. / By R. Davis ... ; Some of the hymns composed by other hands.
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Davis, Richard, 1658-1714.
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My righteousness hath thee array'd and made thee dazling bright I in my body once did bear thy Sins upon the tree My standing in thy room and stead hath made thee spotless be O my beloved hold thy peace thy love transporting is O stay me I am sick of love O! what a love is this What finite Wisdom can conceive what pen or tongue can show The vast demensions of his love that in these streams did flow I mean those bleeding pâ—…ple streams that from Christ's sides did run There you may see the love of three and yet those three are one HYMN IV. REjoyce ye Saints in praises high your robâ—s are fair and white The Lamb presents you evermore to th' Father with delight Sing therefore ye redeemed ones his praises let us show That with his bloud hath made us white yea whiter than the snow What love our lovely Lord is this that in thy blood doth shine Let 's evermore thy love adore no love was er'e like thine By faith let 's take a turn about our bleeding Lord and see What love his bleeding sides did run when he hung on the tree Let Cherubins and Seraphins that now are round the throne Salvation sing unto the Lamb that worthy is alone HYMN V. OUr Surety from Eternity engagd himself to pay Our debts to th' Father to the full at the appointed Day The Father took our Surety's word and therefore did set free Those Saints that dy'd before our Lord did hang upon the tree They were to glory also gone and there were happy made Before our Lord had of their debts the actuall payment payd But now in Gospel days we do the glorious Mys'try see That all our debts to th' full were payd when Christ hung on the tree We need no Sacrifices bring but th' Sacrifice of Praise In Songs of triumph we may spend our now remaining Days For sure it will not now be long e're we our Lord shall see And evermore our Lord adore when we with him shall be HYMN VI. WE thro' the Law of life in Christ from Moses are set free And being dead to th' Law we live that grace might honour'd be We cease to work for Life yet work as if wee life should gain We work not ' cause the Law commands Christs love doth us constrain We 're drawn to work by th' Law of love which gently doth constrain This makes our service a delight our labour without pain Constraining grace does set's awork not Conscience rage and pain We do not work ' cause Moses bids but ' cause the Lamb is Slain O Sinners would you work aright come unto Jesus then Who hath o th' Father gifts receiv'd for us rebellious Men. Ther 's life and strength in Christ alone which Moses cannot give Which to the Law will make you dead that you to God may live HYMN VII COme let us triumph in the Lamb our Lord that once did dye We that believe in Jesus may have everlasting Joy Come Law of God what hast thou now of us for to demand Thy Curses all did meet on Christ that did our Surety stand Tho' we do Sin thou can'st not curse thy Curses all did lye Upon our bleeding Lord when he our Sacrifice did dye Come Justice where is now thy Charge what hast thou now to show We do to thee present the blood that from Christ's Sides did flow Thine Arrows all did meet on him when nailed to the Tree Our Lord himself he did become a Sacrifice to thee Vile Satan where are now thy bills our Sins cannot be found The God-like Garment of our Lord compleatly wraps us round O Hallelujah to the Lamb that hath now set us free Our Crowns we throw thy feet below and give the praise to thee HYMN VIII WHat meaneth this tumultuous noise that in the Nations be The Lamb is hastning to his Throne we in these Clouds may see His Chariot wheels do come apace he 's hasting on his way Come quickly our Beloved come sweet Jesus don't delay Hast be thou like a Roe or Hart that on the Mountains be Until the Day doth clearly break and all the Shadows fle Thy Love-sick Spouse Lord knows not how thy absence thus to bear Thy presence most delightful is thou art to us most dear O! therefore hast our lovely Lord we long thy face to see Come swiftly like a Roe or Hart that on the Mountains be HYMN IX ALL the Seraphic trains above are stooping down below To learn o' th' Church that Mystery past Ages did not know But now the Vail is rent in twain the Mys'try is unfold Justice and Mercy reconcil'd we now by Faith hehold We now in Gospel Days may go into the Holy Place We in a bleeding Jesus see Gods reconciled face Our Sins past present and to come are new all covered or'e I' th Ocean of our Saviours blood where they shall rise no more To God in our own Nature we in Gospel Days do go Mount Sinai's Saints did little of these glorious Mys'tries know These Mysteries from Ages past within the Vail were pent But when our Lord hung on the Cross the Vail in twain was rent Now glorious Grace unveiled is and in Christs face doth shine There drink may we abundantly of well refined Wine HYMN X. TO him the Lamb upon the Throne whose Flesh the Godhead fills And all its Rayes are there display'd in whom all fulness dwells To him that wash't us in his blood let 's praise and honour Sing Let us adore and Magnify our great exalted King Come ye redeemed ones sound forth new Songs of prise unto Him that hath wash't you from your Sins and made you white as Snow And now in Robes most richly wrought we to the King are brought Supposing Angels that have not a Robe so Richly wrought We therefore throw our Crowns below that awful Seat and Throne Singing the Lambs new Song and say thou worthy art alone All praise and honour for to have by us for evermore Sing therefore praises to the Lamb and Sing forevermore HYMN XI COme Sing O ye redeemed ones to th' Lamb upon the Throne Sound forth the praises of the Lamb the Fathers holy One O! take a turn by Faith about the bleeding Lamb of God O! See him crying out under his Fathers heavy Rod. O! see him wounded for your Sins behold your bleeding Lord Recieving in his bleeding Sides the Fathers flaming Sword Look to your pierced Lord ye Saints then you indeed shall mourn As one that weepeth bitterly as for an only Son Behold what Streams of Love did flow thus from your pierced Lord When that the Father did against his fellow wake his Sword Which gave the reconciling blow O here was love indeed On him the Victim of our peace and we thereby were freed HYMN XII COme let 's our dearest Jesus view that for our Sins was Slain And gave himself for us that we might with him ever Reign Our dearest Jesus if a tast of
Rock which still our Paths doth meet Come Jesus move we 're sick of Love why stay thy Chariot wheels We pine away while thou dost stay our Souls thy absence feel Thy Mouth 's sweet Kiss let us not miss thy love transcends all Wine But O! what Musick do we hear when thou saist I am thine Still let 's have more still more of thee we ne're enough can have Our jealousy 's as strong as Death as cruel as the Grave Dominion Power and Majesty Thanksgiving Glory Praise In endless Songs angelick Strains and never ceasing Layes Be unto him that Loved us and wash'd us with his Blood And made us Kings and Priests unto his Father and our God HYMN XVI WHo 's this that doth from Eilom come with Garments dyed Red With Scarlet Robes from Bozrah he O how apparelled That Travels in his Mighty strength what answer O he gave 'T is I that speak in Righteousness and Mighty am to save Why 's thy Apparel colour'd so thy Garments dyed Red Like them that on the Vintage work or do the Wine fat tread The Wine-press of his Fathers wrath he all alone hath trod o th' People there was none with him when he was smote of God Awake O brandish't Sword of God against my only Son Tho' Spotless he and Innocent no violence has done He 's as a Lamb to 'th slaughter led yea as a shearing Sheep He quietly yeilds up his Breath and still doth silence keep He freely did to Death submit and did most willingly Pains Tortures Lashes Stripes endure for Rebels such as we HYMN XVII IMmortal Honour Glory Pow'r Strength Wisdom Riches Might Be to the reigning Lamb above that dwells in brightest Light To him that wash'd us in his Blood who having lov'd us first To him that was made sin for us and was for us accurst Who feeds us with his God like flesh and drinks us with his Blood Uniting Faith most choicely feeds and drinks the Wine that 's good Who would not love the dearest Lord most Lovely Bright and Fair Thy love to us all love transcends thou art beyond compare How pleasant was this Fruit to us and language full of Grace Delightful was the company how lovely was his Face O well beloved Jesus fill'd with Glory Grace and Truth All Grace is pour'd upon thy Lips thou hast the Dew of Youth O when shall we come unto thee home to our Fathers House Where thou'lt refine the choicest Wine for thy beloved Spouse Who would not Honour and admire who would not thee adore Who would not throw their Crown below down prostrate thee before Hast sweetest Jesus hast away thy rightful Throne ascend Possess thy Nations fill thy Church with Glory without end HYMN XVIII BEhold the bleeding Lord of Life planted with Arrows like a Grove Planted with Darts of Vengeance thus O Friends what manner then of Love Wounded by his dear Fathers Sword betrayd most falsly with a Kiss By Kindsmen followers murther'd thus what manner O! of Love is this Behold the bloody Clodders fall his pierced Sides and Temples bleed For Sinners thus he 's drench't in 's Blood and is not this then Love indeed Behold the anguish of his Soul thy Sword O Justice stabs him thro For us vile Rebels this he bore how did our Jesus love O how To torments thus resigns his Soul our Husband dearly purchases A filthy and a wretched Bride what manner O! of Love was this To dye for worst of enemies O! this was an amazing Friend What manner Lord of love was thine how didst thou boundless Love commend The Father bruis'd his darling Son and took delight to wound him sore Our Fathers love unto us shone thro' the slain Jesus purple Gore His Sorrows Anguish Blood and Death electing Grace did cause to shine What bruise for us thy darling Son what manner O! of Love was thine O here is Love here 's Love indeed eternal and electing Love A Love that does no limits know that never changes never moves What e're we do this boundless Love runs an eternal Stream of bliss The Flouds of Sin this Love can't quench what manner O! of Love is this This Love the greatest torments bore this Love did groan this Love did Bleed Our Lover thus wept bloody Tears behold how Jesus lov'd indeed HYMN XIX God from eternity decreed to feast in Love with us this Night To feed with us now on his Son and Father so thou tookst delight And didst thou set him then apart to be the Victim of our peace Swearing on him by thy great self thy Love to us should never cease Then our dear Jesus swore for us we ne're rebell should as a'fore And that recov'red was should ne're deface his Glory any the more All his Engagements and his Bonds were sealed by his dying Breath Our Peace and Life are ratify'd unalterable in his Death We now renew our League with thee clasp't in thy reconciled Arms We in our bleeding Jesus saw thy Love and Mercy 's potent charms How Fat the feast how rich the Wine how pleasant was the Company We fed on Christ we drank his Blood whilst with us sat the glorious three Adored Goodness ravish't Love in Streams of Love let 's dip us then The Fountains of the mighty Deeps break up and deluge o're ag'en To Heav'n our Faith was mounted up we are impatient of delay Thy coming hasten Lord to us or let us hast to thee away Why doth thy Chariot pav'd with Grace and Love so soft so slowly move Mean while with Flagons comfort us dear Jesus we are sick of Love HYMN XX. SIng Hallelujahs to the Lamb that reigns for evermore Who made us spotless by his Blood and very bright all o're Our Tongues be then the Spirits Pen that readily may write To sound aloud the Lambs high praise the Spirit will indite What an immortal melody fills the high Heavens now Joyn in Seraphick Symphony you in this Room below Distinguishing and endless Love is the great Song above And let us then that are below sing stories of his Love The Lord of Heaven Heaven left Grace boundless to declare His Fathers Bosom left to tell what thoughts of Love there are Why cam'st thou down to dwell in Flesh tell dearest Jesus pray Was 't to impart thy Fathers Heart to wretched lumps of Clay Why was 't thou poor a Man of grief that heavy Vengeance bore Why was 't thou smitten thus and bruis'd why wast thou wounded sore Why in such bitter agony why bloody clodders fall Why didst thou drink the Cup of Wrath and drink up Dregs and all Hark what our bleeding Lord replies hark what his Wounds reply This was to testify my Love from all Eternity My Fathers Love does shine in mine my Groans his Love indite Eternal and electing Love my Streaming Blood does write Electing Grace my dying Breast did very loudly preach The Fathers Sons and Spirits Love thus Jesus Death did teach Our bleeding Lord was it