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Spiritual songs, or, Songs of praise to Almighty God upon several occasions Together with the Song of Songs which is Solomons: [F]irst turn'd, then par[ap]hrased in English verse. To which may be added, Penitential cries.
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Mason, John, 1646?-1694.
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Wing M922A; ESTC R217649
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Throne That I with Him may Reign Glory to God the Father be Glory to God the Son Glory to God the Holy Ghost Glory to God Alone A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry 1. FAir are the Feet which bring the News Of Gladness unto Me What Happy Messengers are these Which my bless'd Eyes do see These are the Stars which God appoints For Guides unto my Eyes To lead me unto Bethlem-Town Where my dear Saviour Lies 2. These are my Gods Ambassadors By whom his Mind I know God's Angels in his lower Heav'n God's Trumpeters below The Trumpet sounds the Dead arise Which fell by Adam's Hand Again the Trumpet sounds and they Set forth for Canaans Land 3. The Servants speak but thou Lord dost A hearing Ear bestow They smite the Rock but thou my God Dost make the Waters flow They shoot the Arrow but thy Hand Doth drive the Arrow home They call but Lord thou dost Compel And then thy Guests are come 4. Angels that flie and Worms that creep Are both alike to Thee If thou make Worms thine Angels 〈◊〉 They bring my God to me As Sons of Thunder first they 〈◊〉 And I the Lightning fear But then they bring me to my Home And Sons of Comfort are 5. Lord thou art in them of a Truth That I might never stray The Clouds and Pillars march before And shew me Canaans way I bless my God who is my Guide I sing in Sions ways When shall I sing on Sions Hill Thine Everlasting Praise XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism 1. LOrd What is Man that Lump of Sin Made up of Earth and Hell Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell Man is a Leper from the Womb An Ethiopian born A Traitor 's Guilty Son and Heir VVorthy of pain and scorn 2. And dost thou â—ook on such a One Are not thine Eyes most pure 〈◊〉 they are Eyes of Pity too Where 〈◊〉 do beg a Cure This 〈…〉 Loathsom Sight But Pay casts an Eye And bids him wash in Jordan's Streams To Cure his Leprosie 3. This Ethiopian Skin is chang'd And made as white as Snow When dipt in wonder-working Streams VVhich from Christ's Side did flow As Adam slept and from his Side A Killing Eve arose From my pierc'd Lord that smitten Rock A pure Life-Fountain flows 4. Ah what a Tainted wretch is Man And so he must have stood But lo an Act of Sovereign Grace Restores him to his Blood Save me my God for I am thine Lord own thy Seal to me O wash my Soul till it be cleans'd And purify'd for Thee 5. Blest above Streams is Jordan's Flood VVhich toucheth Canaans Shore I 'll sing thy Praise in Jordan's Streams In Canaan evermore XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 1. O Praise the Lord praise him praise him Sing Praises to his Name O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth Extol and Laud the same VVho spared not his only Son But gave Him for us all And made him drink the Cup of Wrath The VVormwood and the Gall. 2. Frail Nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass But he must drink it off and this The Fathers Pleasure was Lo then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd Yielding Himself to God and Man He stretch'd his Arms and dy'd 3. He Dy'd indeed but Rose again And did ascend on High That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might Live Eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth Vengeance vex and tear VVere it not for a Dying Christ Our Dwelling had been there 4. His Blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our Sin gave us Himself VVhat an Exchange is here VVhatever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ And must we Drink his Blood 5. His Flesh is Heav'nly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His Comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls VVith thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy Face 6. When shall our Souls mount up to Thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine VVhich is for ever New XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day 1. MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the Sweetness of his Rest He makes his Servants share How sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lie Thy Church below doth Rest in hope Of that Felicity 2. Thou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast Thy Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this Day of Rest Welcome and dear unto my Soul Are these sweet Feasts of Love But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above 3. I bless thy wise and wondrous Love Which binds us to be free Which makes us leave our Earthly Snare That we may come to thee I come I wait I hear I pray Thy Footsteps Lord I trace I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face 4. These are my Preparation-days And when my Soul is Drest â—se Sabbaths shall deliver Me 〈◊〉 mine Eternal Rest XX. Another 1. BLest Day of God most calm most bright The first and best of Days The Lab'rours Rest the Saints Delight A day of Mirth and Praise My Saviours Face did make thee shine His rising did thee raise This made thee Heavenly and Divine Beyond the common Days 2. The First-fruits do a Blessing prove To all the Sheaves behind And they that do a Sabbath love An happy Week shall find My Lord on Thee his Name did fix Which makes thee Rich and Gay Amidst his Golden Candlesticks My Saviour walks this day 3. He walks in 's Robes his Face â—unes bright The Stars are in his Hand Out of his Mouth that place of Might A Two-edg'd Sword doth stand Grac'd with our Lord's Appearance thâ— As well as with his Name Thou may'st demand Respect from us Upon a double Claim 4. This day God doth his Vessels broach His Conduits run with Wine He that loves not this days approach Scorns Heaven and Saviours shine VVhat Slaves are those who Slav'ry chuse And Garlick for their Feast Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse And the Almighty's Rest 5. This Market-day doth Saints enrich And smiles upon them all It is their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall O Day of Wonders Mercies pawn The weary Souls Recruit The Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The Bud of Endless Fruit 6. Oh could I love as I have lov'd Thy Watches heretofore As England's Glory thou hast prov'd May'st thou be so yet more This day must I for God appear For Lord the day is thine O let me spend it in thy Fear Then shall the day be mine 7. Cease Work and Play throughout the day That I to God may rest Now let me Talk with God and Walk With God and I am
Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song 2. Man's Life 's a Book of History The Leaves thereof are Days The Letters Mercies closely Joyn'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My keeper and my Guide His care was on my Frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd 3. Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More Fleet and Free than they New time new Favours and new Joys Do a new Song require Till I shall praise Thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire 4. Lord of my Time whose Hand hath Set New Time upon my Score Then shall I praise for all my Time When Time shall be no more XII A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ. 1. AWay dark thoughts Awake my Joy Awake my Glory Sing Sing Songs to Celebrate the Birth Of Jacobs God and King O happy Night that brought forth Light Which makes the Blind to see The day-Spring from on High came down To Chear and Visit Thee 2. The wakeful Shepherds near their Flocks Were watching for the Morn But better News from Heav'n was brought Your Saviour Christ is Born In Bethlem-Town the Infant Lies Within a place obscure O Little Bethlem poor in VValls But Rich in Furniture 3. Since Heaven is now come down to Earth Hither the Angels Fly Heark how the Heavenly Quire doth Sing Glory to God 〈◊〉 High The News is spread the Church is glad Simeon o'recome with Joy Sings with the Infant in his Arms Now let thy Servant die 4. Wise Men from far beheld the Star Which was their faithful Guide Until it pointed forth the Babe And him they glorified Do Heaven and Earth Rejoyce and Sing Shall we our Christ deny He 's Born for us and we for Him Glory to God on High XIII A Song of Praise for Christ 1. I 'VE found the Pearl of greatest price My Heart doth Sing for Joy Sing I must a Christ I have what a Christ have I Christ is the Way the Truth and Life The Way to God and Glory Life to the Dead the Truth of Types The Truth of Ancient Story 2. Christ is a Prophet Priest and King A Prophet full of Light A Priest that stands 'twixt God and Man A King that Rules with Might Christ's Manhood is a Temple where The Altar God doth Rest My Christ he is the Sacrifice My Christ He is the Priest 3. My Christ He is the Lord of Lords He is the King of Kings He is the Son of Righteousness With Healing in his Wings My Christ He is the Tree of Life Which in God's Garden grows Whose Fruits do Feed whose Leaves do Heal My Christ is Sharons Rose 4. Christ is my Meat Christ is my Drink My Physick and my Health My Peace my Strength my Joy my Crown My Glory and my Wealth Christ is my Father and my Friend My Brother and my Love My Head my Hope my Counsell◠My Advocate above 5. My Christ he is the Heaven of Heaven My Christ what shall I call My Christ is first my Christ is last My Christ is All in All. XIV A Song of Praise for Redemption 1. O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly Sing The Wonders of Redeeming Love To Thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did Pale and Speechless Lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry 2. Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us joyn with Angels then Glory to God on High Peace upon Earth Good Will to Men Amen Amen say I. 3. 〈◊〉 Adam's Race was Sathans prey 〈◊〉 And Dust the Serpent's Food 〈◊〉 that were doom'd to be devour'd 〈◊〉 naked and Trembling stood A VVise Eternal Pity then Did helpless Man befriend Our Help did in God's Bosom Lie And thence it did descend 4. Love Cloathed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and Rescu'd Man The Devil lost his prey The spiteful Serpent bruis'd Christ's Heel But then Christ brake his Head And left Him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed 5. Sing and triumph in boundless Grace VVhich thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my saved Soul Thy Saviours Love to thee Give Endless Thanks to God and say VVhat Love was this in thee That thou hast not with held thy Son Thine only Son from Me 6. VVhat were Ten Thousand Worlds to him Thine Image and Delight Had we been all cast down to Hell Justice had had its Right Thy Glory might have been distrain'd Our Torments should Express Thy Pureness Justice Might and Truth And Everlastingness 7. Thus Lord thy dreadful Attributes Man might have serv'd to prove Thy Glorious Angels would have Sung The Riches of thy Love Would'st thou have active Worshippers Besides the Angels Quire Millions had Issu'd at thy Word As Sparks arise from Fire 8. Mans Room had quickly been Supply'd For Lord at thy Command A New Creation should appear Thy Grace could make them stand Or would'st thou shew thy pity Lord Thou might'st have looked then On Fallen Angels Fallen Stars And not on Fallen Men. 9. But fallen Angels must be left And Fallen Men must rise For this the Son of God must Fall A Bloody Sacrifice Thy Deep and Glorious Councels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for evermore XV. A Song of Praise for the Gospel 1. BLest be my God that I was Born To hear the Joyful Sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And Bred on Holy Ground That I was Bred where God appears In Tokens of his Grace The Lines are Fallen unto me In a most pleasant place 2. I might have been a Pagan Bred Or else a Veiled Jew Or Cheated with an Alcoran Among the Turkish Crew Dumb Pictures might have been my Books Dark Language my Devotion And so I might with blinded Eyes Have drunk a deadly Potion 3. So in a Dungeon dark as Night I might have Spent my days But thou hast sent me Gospel-Light To thine Eternal praise The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their Shades away His Healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to Day 4. England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest Day 5. Blest be my God for what I see My God for what I hear I hear such blessed News from Heaven Nor Earth nor Hell I fear I hear my Lord for me was born My Lord for Me did dye My Lord for Me did Rise again And did ascend on High 6. On High he stands to plead my Cause And will return again And set Me on a Glorious