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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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cries The God for whom I starve I cannot see because I would not serve I Bleed to think and thinking is my Fate He often knocked at my Bolted Gate Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey The Price of which I cast my self away Where 's now my Pomp and Pride my Feasts Sports Whose Chains detain'd me from the Sacred Courts O did my House so near the Temple stand O did I perish out of Judahs Land Might I be try'd once more But 't is too late Justice hath lock'd the Golden Mercy-Gate Now I believe and tremble I repent But my Repentance is my Punishment It is not Virtue but Necessity Alas how miserable wise am I Might I return now to that happy Night Which veil'd me er'e my Parents saw the Light Ah me must I lie here and ne're come out He raves and flings his curses round about He curs'd both Heaven Hell he curs'd the Earth He curs'd the Day that witness'd to his Birth But neither can his tears his Griefs asswage Nor does it cool his Heart to vent his Rage This Keen Reflection makes the Furnace Glow It must be ever with me as 't is now Hells Flames no Ashes will produce But I Must ever Dying Live and Living Die Souls for themselves the Balm of Patience bear 'T is the Poors Physick but it grows not here My Soul is filled with Home-bred tears and taunts 'T is its own Fury and it self it haunts Pity was wont in Miseries House to dwell But I am haled by the Hounds of hell Time us'd to be a Surgeon good at wounds But I am got beyond its happy Bounds A Vessel charg'd with scalding wrath am I Hoop'd in the Circle of Eternity You who affect the pleasant Path to Hell And love Damnation in its Causes well Look streight before you on your Journeys End Do ye not see th' infernal smoak ascend Have not some sparks into your Bosoms Flown Wh'reby the Neighb'ring Coasts may well be known Bold sinner stop no further progress make Lest your next step be in the Fiery Lake But Oh! He ridicules his souls affairs And labours to be damn'd at unawares His Humour will not bear a Countermand Alas for them who hate to understand Who on their souls Experiments will try At the Charge of a sad Eternity Alas for them who never will awake Till they are plung'd into the burning Lake Dives was hear struck blind with flatt'ring Lies Now the Hell brand lifts up his flaming Eyes He spies the Region where the happy dwell But Heaven at distance is another Hell He spies a Canaans Feast for chiefly there The Natives of his Countrey do appear He spies Blest Abraham with his faithful Race And Lazarus sitting next to Abrahams place Oh! how it twinges and torments his Eyes His scorn to Envy turns and thus he cries This Scoundrel who lay Starving at my Gate Is now a Peer in Heaven an Angels Mate The Beggar sits and feeds on Angels Fare His Rags are Robes such as Heavens Nobles wear The Dog whom in derision once I had Is turned into a Star which makes me Mad. Now Dives is the Beggar and applies Himself to Abraham with his Mournful Cries Dives his Petition AH Father Abraham Pity me Who with tormenting Flames am Stung For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung The Grapes Rich Blood I do not Crave vvaters Cheap Element will Suffice And tho' my Tongue thirsts for a vvave For one poor drop it only Cries By Lazarus â—â—oist'ned Finger may you please To give my scorched tongue one Moments Ease I dwell in Flames and Flames in Me do dwell O for a Drop from Heaven to sweeten Hell Mark how the Wheel is turn'd the time is come He begs a Drop who once deny'd a Crumb Right-thinking Judges then must needs approve The tart and equal Answer from above Abraham's Answer ARt thou forlorn of God and com'st to me What can I tell thee then but Misery Remember Son the Heav'n thy Feet have trod Earth was thy Heav'n and Pleasure was thy God Remember Lazarus had his Hell below Thou wert the Devil which did cause his woe Now are his rags Heav'ns robes with glorious Beams Thy Purple Flames thy Juncats Sulphrous Streams Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie Betwixt the White and Black-Eternity No there 's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain The Fiery Region and the Aetherial Plain We are too happy to be dispossest And you so cursed you can ner'e be blest We are so rais'd that we can never fall And you so sunk you cannot rise at all Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell but first They blackned were to Devils and accurst Since those Stars fell none of the heav'nly hosts Or did or shall visit th' infernal Coasts To yon 't is bitter but to us 't is sweet That we are parted and must never meet Heav'n were not Heav'n if it near Hell was plac't Nor Hell were Hell if it of Heaven might taste Can our pure Light with Smoak Darkness dwell The Poles shall sooner meet than Heaven and Hell Though Speech avails not wracking misery Extorts from him another fruitless Cry Dives his Second Petition IF such an Envious Gulf there be Yet Father lend an Ear to me From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav'd How else came Lazarus to be Sav'd Let me so small a Boon entreat That Lazarus may his Steps Repeat And that he may embody'd go And tell the Stories of my Woe To my Five Brethen who all dwell within My Fathers House Oh had he never been Brethren in Bonds of Nature and of Sin O let him tell them that there is a God Whose Scepter is a Sin-revenging Rod And let him tell them that adventâ—rous Drâ—lls Shall find unto their Costs that they have Souls Mine stuckt'th ' Scabbard till its angry Lord Vnsheath'd it and it prov'd a flaming Sword That Limbeck Death draws Spirits from our Clay To th' Element of Souls they hast away And let him tell them that the Sadducee Shall be Hells Convert and Recant with me Whilst they lie Sleeping on the Brink of Hell The Smoak they fee not nor the Brimstone smell There they 'l disport themselves with Golden Dreams Till they betray 'em to these burning streams But let him scare them with an hollow sound That they like Lot may flee their cursed Ground O send him quickly lest they tumble in And prove the flaming Records of my sin Can I no water get at my desire Yet O no more no more new Fleaks of Fire This Abraham heard with unrelenting Ears No pity's due to Hell-Hounds Cries and Tears Abraham's Answer ONnce Heav'n bow'd down touch'dth ' Arabian Hill And gave a Sampler of the sacred Will To Moses Hands that chosen Man of God Copies were taken and dispers'd abroad So his kind Arms abroad
Masters Hand Which gives us daily Bread Thy House my Lord is full of Guests Thy Table Richly Spread Earth is thy Table where thy Guests Do daily Sit and Feed Thy Hand Carves every one his part And suffers None to need 2. Naked came I into the World And nothing with me brought And nothing have I here deserv'd Yet have I lacked Nought I do not Bless my Labouring Hand My Labouring Head or Chance Thy Providence most Gracious God Is mine Inheritance 3. Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace A Table free from Strife Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread Which is the Staff of Life The People Sate in Companies My Saviour Fed them all So all the Families of the Earth Have Tables in Gods Hall 4. The Vine and Olive Branches too Are nourished by thy Care Mercies we Eat Mercies we Drink Mercies we daily wear Shall I repine against my God That kept me all my days Then let my Tongue forget to taste When it forgets to praise VI. A Song of Praise for Protection 1. MY God my only Help and Hope My strong and sure Defence For all my Safety and my Peace I bless thy Providence The daily Favours of my God I cannot Sing at large Yet let me make this Holy Boast I am the Almighties Charge 2. Lord in the day thou art about The Paths wherein I tread And in the Night when I lye down Thou art about my Bed I travel thro' the Wilderness Free from the Beasts of prey The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stop'd The Serpents creep away 3. In Preservation God Creates Delivers in Protection Lord every Moment of my Life Is like a Resurrection ◠thousand Deaths I daily ' scape I pass by many a Pit I Sail by many dreadful Rocks Where others have been split 4. I see blind People with mine Eyes To Hospitals I walk ◠hear of them that cannot hear And of the Dumb I talk Lord what am I that thou should'st shew Such Favour unto me My Bones and Senses all must say Lord who is like to thee VII A Song of Praise for Health 1. HEalth is a Jewel dropt from Heav'n Which Money cannot buy The Life of Life the Bodies Peace And pleasant Harmony Lord who hath Tun'd my outward Man To such a lively Frame Skrew up my Heart-strings all to make Sweet Melody to thy Name 2. Whilst Others in God's Prisons lie Bound with Afflictions Chains I walk at large secure and free From Sickness and from Pains Their Life is Death their Language groans Their Meat is Juice of Galls Their Friends but strangers wealth but want Their Houses Prison-walls 3. Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies And shall I silent be Lord was I sick as I am well Thou should'st have heard from me The Sick have not more cause to pray Than I to praise my King Since Nature teaches them to groan Let Grace teach me to sing 4. I see my Friends I taste my Meat I 'm free from my Employ But when I do enjoy my God Then I my self enjoy Lord who dost set me on my Feet Direct me in thy ways O Crown thy Gift of Health with Grace And turn it to thy Praise VIII A Song of Praise for Family-Prosperity 1. THy Blessing Lord doth multiply One Jacob to two Bands One Person to a Family Which through thy Blessing stands On all my Flock both great and small Thy Sun doth Sweetly Shine Thy fruitful drops do gently fall On every Branch of mine 2. Thy Blessing made the Loaves to grow And Multitudes were Fed. My House is Fill'd and Feasted too It is an House of Bread How can I hear my Children Sing And not Sing unto thee Since they glad News from Heav'n do bring My God must hear from me 3. Mine Olive Branches and my Vine Thrive by my Tables Side Whilst others wither and decline Who in Deaths Shade abide With Cov'nant Blood my Posts are Red 'T is on my Lintle found 〈◊〉 Lo the Line of Scarlet Thread Is on my Window bound 4. 'T is not my God my self alone But mine to Thee I owe Thou mad'st me many out of one So let thy Praises grow Whatever Lord is done to thine Thou count'st it done to thee And whatsoever's done to mine I Count it done to Me. 5. Let me be ever good to thine Who art so good to me Let thine be mine and mine be thine And they twice mine shall be Then shall my House a Temple be Then I and mine shall Sing Hosanna's to thy Majesty And praise our Heavenly King IX A Song of Praise for good Success in honest Affairs 1. IS not the Hand of God in this Is not this End divine Lord of Success Thee will I bless Who on my Paths do'st shine I Reap the Fruit of God's Design By Him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been 2. I Blindly guess'd but he foreknew I wish'd he did Command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his Unerring Hand The Bow is draw by feeble Arms Aim taken in the Dark A Providential Hand doth Guide The Arrow to the Mark. 3. Except the Lord the City keep The Watchmen will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder Builds in Vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And labouring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame 4. But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good Success to day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper Me To bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeavouring Heart Which Aimeth at thy Praise X. A Song of Praise for the Morning 1. MY God was with me all this Night And gave Me sweet Respose My God did watch even whilst I slept O◠I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for Sleep Until they wish'd for day Meas'ring slow Hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay 2. Whilst I did sleep all dangers slept No Thieves did me affright Those Evening Wolves Those Beasts of prey Disturbers of the Night No Raging Flames nor Storms did Rend The House that I was in I heard no dreadful Cries without No doleful Groans within 3. What Terrours have I ' Scap'd this Night Which have on Others Fell My Body might have slept its last My Soul have wak'd in Hell Sweet Rest had gain'd that Strength to Me Which Labour did Devour My Body was in weakness Sown But it is Rais'd in power 4. Lord for the Mercies of the Night My humble Thanks I pay And unto Thee I dedicate The first Fruits of the day Let this day praise Thee O my God And so let all my days And O let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal praise XI A Song of Praise for the Evening 1. NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let Incense Flames arise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love Awake my Joy Awake my