shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will Another to the Tune of Psal 125. THy Breasts shall give their milk to Kings And Princes be nurs'd up by thee Tyrants there shall be no such things By thine shall Kingdoms ruled be O what a bliss is this The World at quiet is Thy Nobles shall thy Scepters sway The Crowns and Thrones shall all be theirs Those that will not thy Seed obey Shall rue the day in blood and tears O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for serving God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is Thy Breasts shall nurse up Rulers so Pastors according to my heart Shall be so well inspir'd and fit That Souls they shall by Shoals Convert O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is And with this holy Seed thou shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is CANT VII 4. Thy Neck is as a Tower of Ivory HYMN 116. THy Neck O Sion is a Tower Of whitest Ivory No more to bear the pinching Yoak Of force and Tyranny The Irons of Unscripture modes And auk Imposed Forms No more shall gall thy flesh and Soul I 'le free thee from those storms The Idols now betake themselves To Clifts of craggy Rocks Thy God is risen light is come And spight 's a Paradox Arise and shine O Sion dress thee It is a pleasant day And I thy God am come to bless thee Send all thy fears away O let thy Stately Neck bear up Thy Head advance it higher Now all thy Yoaks are burst and burnt Put on thy best Attire Admit my easie Yoak and think Thy self a free-man there Chain'd to my Laws my Saints and me Thy Neck receives no scar CANT VII 4. Thine Eyes are like the fish-pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim HYMN 117. WAter thy Plants Jerusalem Salvation's at the door Unseal thy latent Fountains weep Till thou canst weep no more Time was when as of sence bereft Thou couldst not broach a tear But now the hardned Rocks are cleft And waters gushing there Thine Eyes like Hesbons Fish-pools stand VVithin Beth-rabbins gate That moistens the adjacent Land And doth it fruitful make I love to see that pierced heart That pierced me and mine The tears that wash my wounded feet To me are drops of VVine Thou 'st wept enough now weep no more But go rejoycing on I 'le banish all thy fears and cares And bid them all be gone Repentance breaks two hearts at once The Sinners heart and mine Tho Sin be great the Mercy-seat Shall cure that heart of thine CANT VII 4. Thy nose is as the tower of Labanon which louketh toward Damascus HYMN 118. O How I joy to see Damascus brought to me The persecuting Nations all With Sion shall agree To see fair Lebanon Her stately Tower look Towards her great foe Damascus and In peace each other brook Damascus and the Mount Shall reach their hands and joyn The Lion with the Lamb lye down In this great day of thine Thy Nose shall smell a sweet Perfume from Pagan Lands And breath a welcome Air to greet Their reconciled bands And would the Churches now Their breaches seek to close I 'de hast and come and quickly turn The heart of all their foes Would Saints unite yet more And all their fires cover I 'de make their Enemies yield themselves And bring Damascus over CANT VII 5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel and the hair of thine head like purple HYMN 119. THy head like Carmels crimson mount Repleat with light as that with flowers Erects it self and doth surmount Above all human earthly Powers As Carmel did o're-top the Hills And far transcend their excellence The Glory of my Sion fills The World and takes pre eminence The mountain of the Lords great house Above the tops of Mountains rose 'T is now fulfill'd O Carmel rouse Exalt thy self above thy foes Lift up thy head Jerusalem I 've made thee Lord of all the Earth Thy Scepter 's in the hand of them That are men of Renown and Worth And as thy hair upon thy head In numerous Unites overspread So shall thy Purple Judges fill With righteous Laws the World half dead For Muninment and Ornament Hair is the Glory of the Head So shall thy wholsome Edicts spread And Justice be in Triumph led Another to the Tune of Psal 148. LIke Carmels crimson mount Such is my Church to me My Sion I account Above all things that be I will her praise Above the Moon The Stars the Sun Her honour raise Thy head doth raise its top Above all humane Powers Their Boughs I 'le have thee lop And pull down all their Towers And then shall we Rejoyce to see Fair Carmel be In high degree The Mountain of the house Of God shall top the hills And Sion shall advance Her rod against their wills Great Sion shall By force of Arms And milder charms O're top them all Thy Purple Judges shall Like hair in Unites spread Send forth such Laws that all The People shall be glad Then shall they praise And lively sing For Sions King Their Voices raise CANT VII 5. Thy king is held in the galleries HYMN 120. AWake O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garment on Tho all the World ' gainst thee combine Thy King comes marching on Lift up thine Eyes behold those Clouds Those lofty Galleries There he Erects his Throne and makes His Glory fill the Skies There shalt thou look on him whose heart Was pierced by thy sin And thou shalt mourn to see those wounds And yet rejoyce therein There never was so great a day Sion thy King doth come And in these Galleries makes a stay Till thy great Work be done O rend the Heavens Lord and come Thou down for Sions cause Deliver thine from Sin and Rome And all her Popish Laws And make thy People once agen The great Hosannah sing And Spirit every sort of men To Worship Sions King Another to the Tune of Psal 148. O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garments on Tho all the World combine Thy King comes marching on Behold those Clouds His Person lies In Galleries And there he shrouds Now shalt thou on him look Was peirced by thy Sin When thee he once forsook Cause thou forsookest him Now shalt thou mourn And yet rejoice With Heart and Voice Thy God is come There never was a day So welcome to the Saints As when he comes away To make up all their wants O rend the Skies O come away Make no delay Poor Sion cries Hosanna then we 'l sing And Hallelujah too We 'l Worshiship Sions King We 'l praise him all
foundation is in Grace Free Grace hath fram'd it thus In Glory finished Topstone in Glory lai'd Rasters and Beams eternal streams Of Love and Light display'd Come let us enter Grace And here together dwell Till I provide a better place Let 's rest us here a while But oh that house above When thither we shall come It 's built so sure it shall endure An everlasting home Wilt thou accept O Christ Of such a one as I Poor I to take a Lease of thee For all Eternity Wilt thou accept said he Of such a one as I That must thy sinful will controul Come then we both comply Finis Cap. 1. Deo laus CANT II. 1. I am the rose of Sharon and the lilie of the vallies HYMN 28. SHaron the Garden of the World The Pride of Palestine Whose natural soyl more glory bore Then Sol'mon could resign Could ne're produce so sweet a Rose As I w ll be to thee So sair a Lilly never grew Sharon must stoop to me My Church I praise my self not Pride But hope of Custome makes me who 'l have a Rose a Lilly who VVhere is the Soul that takes me Upon the Cross I was distill'd Come taste in distillation The sweetness of the absent Rose By Faith and Acceptation Thou art my Rose my Souls repose O let me never be My dearest Lord a Thorn to thee That art a Rose to me Thou art the Lilly of the Vale A matchless Purity Let me be gather'd by thy Hand And in thy Bosome lye CANT II. 2. As the lilie among the thorns so is my love a-among the daughters HYMN 29. MY Church my Love thou art to me A pleasant Lily pure and white The Daughters all compar'd to thee Are Thorns and Briars in my sight 'T is thee I prize and singly place My heart upon thy self alone False Creatures tho I have their face Are pricking Briars every one Take it not ill my Love from me That I have plac'd thy dwelling so Incompass'd round where En'mies be As mid'st the thorns the Lilies grow I 'le make these thorns preserve thee safe And keep thee from a worser foe O they shall save thee from the bite Of that devouring Beast below They shall fence out both Sin and Hell Let out Corruption slay thy Pride So near thee they should never dwell But for advantage on thy side Now blessed Jesus grant me this That I may such a Lily be And let these Thorns and Briars be A Preservation unto me CANT II. 3. As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons HYMN 30. THou art to me an Apple-tree My God for fruit and shade An Apple-tree thou art to me Thy fruit will never fade Trees of the Wood are not so good Their Fruits are none or sowr An harbour they for Birds of prey That will the Fruit devour Better than all the Sons thou art Hast been and ever shall The Angels are the Sons of God But thou excell'st them all The Saints are Sons of great delight Adoption makes them so But Son of God and Son of Light There 's no such Son below The first-born Son is Mother's dear Her Life wrapt up in his But not a Son can come so near My heart as Jesus is O! let this Apple tree my Lord Within my Orchard be Propriety makes all things sweet Or else no sweet to me CANT II. 3. I sat under his shadow with great delight HYMN 31. LIke as the shadow from the heat Protects and cools the panting Neet So doth my Soul to covert fly Under thy wings O Christ to lye Should'st thou let fall thy brightest Rays It would consume my Life and Days I cannot see thy Glory yet Thy shadow will me better fit How glorious are thy Saints above That see thy Face in purest love When such delights thy shadow can Contribute to me sinful man My Soul when he is shadow'd forth In Sacramental shades to thee 'T is but the Picture of his worth But what he is thou dost not see O then sit under these sweet shades And often guide thy footsteps thither Till we ascend to brighter glades In shadows lets sit down together Be quiet thoughts thou irksom Flesh Would thou wert crucifi'd to me To see no sights tast no delights Nor know no earthly thing but thee CANT II. 3. And his fruit was sweet unto my tast HYMN 32. THE bitter tree the Cross Bore him that bore the fruit The choicest Fruit that ever was His Father call'd him to 't There Pardon grew and Peace With God with Man within A Fruit that did transcend by far The cursed fruit of Sin Sweet pleasure is but pain Swe rt profits are deceit The best of all the World at best Is but a subtil cheat He he 's the fruitful tree His fruits all pleasant be No Joys or Toys that ere I found Are half so sweet as he Here I may fill my heart O let me have a taste My Christ my Fruit thou only art As long as Life shall last As thou bear'st fruit for me Let me bear Fruit to thee Do thou incline this heart of mine That All-divine it be CANT II. 4. He bronght me to the banqueting house HYMN 33. WOnder of Mercy now I see And have great cause to think upon VVhat Grace is when it will be free And puts its Royal cloathing on I that deserv'd to stand at Dore And take my Answer on my Knee Into the House of all his Store Himself vouchsafes to carry me O the rich welcome that he gave My thirsty Soul at first approach He brought me Sweet-Meats out himself And set his choicest VVine abroach Into his house of VVine he brings me Leading me kindly hand in hand And smiling bids me pass the dores VVhere all his richest treasures stand Himself the House and Banquet is His Presence with me is a Feast His Smiles are Sweet-meats all of his Is all in all to every Guest My Soul get off this dunghil VVorld Strive to ascend the blessed Mount No Treats but these will ever please Or turn to any good account CANT II. 4. His banner over me was love HYMN 34. WHat Victories I ever got VVhat Lusts l 've overcome To my own strength ascribe I not But to his Grace alone My Banner was his love to me All my success was his His Standard call'd me forth and he My strength and safety is Do but O Christ O do but say Thou lov'st me that 's enough Love is all VVeapons of array Love Armor is of proof Love me my God I need no more My God I ask no more I perish if thou lov'st me not The Battel is so sore Here 's Sin the VVorld the Devil and Death Combin'd to bring me low I 'm almost beaten out of Breath Some help they vex me so O do but love me and I shall Banners of love display VVill break their hearts and rout them all And Victor get the day CANT II. 5.
my Soul loves you know who I shall not need to name The Earth the Seas the Heav'ns and you Are filled with his Fame Tell me O tell me where he is If it be known to you He is my only Joy and Bliss My Life and Heaven too If I can't find him I must dye What is this Life to me If he absent my Soul is spent O tell me where is he He that my Sin hath griev'd away Whose absence now I moan That shed his Blood for my Souls good O whither is he gone What! can't you answer are you such Watchmen that cannot see Or want you pow'r in this dark hour To bring my Lord to me CANT III. 4. It was but a little that I passed from them but I found him whom my soul loveth I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mothers house and into the chamber of her that conceived me HYMN 50. MY Soul if thou a Christ would'st find In a distressed gloomy day Unto the Shepherds bend thy mind And they 'l instruct thee in the way No sooner parted from them when I found my Joy my Souls delight My heart did dance within me then And I was ravish'd with his sight I found my Jesus let me come And him imbrace with both these arms That like the rising of the Sun Did rid my Soul of Midnight harms My Soul now hold him fast and don't Disturb his quiet any more Thy life and happ'ness lyes upon t A fresh departure will be sore I 'le bring him to my Mothers House There 's Souls to save as well as mine I 'le Feast him there with all that 's rare And give him most delicious Wine The Wine that makes his heart full glad Is when he tastes the Loves of those That once were Rebels or as bad That are his Friends and were his Foes CANT III. 5. I charge you O ye Daughters of Jerusalem by the Roes and by the hinds that ye stir not up nor awake my beloved till he please HYMN 51. WHat pity 't is that such a Guest Whose Essence is all Love Should be disturbed in his rest And forc'd to make remove You Members of his Churches all Would I could charm you so By Roes and Hinds to still the Winds And make no noise below He gave me rest the other day When I was almost dead With frights and fears and drown'd in tears He lifted up my head I never met with Joy till then Nor never knew a day Nor saw a Sun till he was come To fright my Fears away Contentments there are no such things There is no Sunshine-weather No happiness but that which brings Christ and my Soul together 'T is just that you and I requite This blessed Peace he gave us And freely give him rest for rest As our dear Lord would have us CANT III. 6. Who is this that cometh out of the Wilderness like pillars of smoak perfumed with myrrh and frankincense with all powders of the merchant HYMN 52. I Heard him speak his Love to Saints That were out of desertion creeping Arabian deserts spicy fumes Ne're smelt so sweet as smoak of weeping Who 's this what glorious Person 's this That takes this solitary path That fears no way nor Beasts of prey Of Desert-frights no terror hath But through all these dangers dares To come to a despised Jesus And warily scapes the Desert-snares And crys There 's nothing else will please us It is my Church to me she seems Like to some smoaky Pillar which Fir'd by the Holy Spirit means To soar alost an heav'nly pitch She 's in my Nostrils sweet perfume The Merchant-Powders worthless be The Myrrh the Frankincense may soon Their Odors lose but never she Her Gifts and Graces Pray'rs and Tears Her Faith and Patience Joy and Fears Her Up's and Down's her Sigh and Groans Like bruised Myrrh perfume the Air. Come forward then with winged pace And leave this Wilderness behind The nearer me the sweeter place Be thou but loyal I 'le be kind CANT III. 7. Behold his bed which is Solomons threescore valiant men are about it of the Valiants of Israel HYMN 53. KIng Solomon's Bed that guarded was With threescore Men of Might Whose Weapons breathed Fire to those That wak'd him in the Night Types out the Royal Guards that tend His Throne and Diadem Numberless Angels guarding him That Guards himself and them My Jesus he is now at rest At Gods right hand of Pow'r And of eternal Joy possest Secur'd as in a Tow'r No might nor spight shall ere affright The bloody sweat is past No more the Tears shall trickle down That trickl'd down so fast The flaming Cherubims of old That kept the Tree of Life Still keep the Chambers of the Lamb And his beloved Wife O thou that lov'st my Soul command Send me but one of those But one of these sweet Angels and I 'le never fear my foes CANT III. 8. They all hold swords being expert in war every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of the fear of the night HYMN 54. ANGELS expert in War Heav'ns great Artillery Gods Hosts unseen Defenders are Of my dear Love and Me. 'T is not ' cause I deserve To have a Life guard by me But ' cause he in a Bed of love Will please to settle nigh me If Hosts against me rise And men of War shall scare me The Lord of Hosts will send his Hosts They in their arms shall bear me The Lord will Muster up And send them to the Courts Of Tyrant Rulers who shall down With them and all their Forts Believe it there are Thrones And Nobles sit upon them Above the earthly greatest Ones And Judgments issue from them These these shall do us right When we can nothing do With Herod's of the World shall fight And overcome them too CANT III. 9. King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon Ver. 10 He made the pillars thereof of silver the bottom thereof of gold the covering of it of purple the midst thereof being paved with love for the daughters of Jerusalem HYMN 55. KIng Solomon's Charet for his Bride Of Wood of Lebanon was made This Charet bottom was of Gold This Charet Silver pillars had Cover'd with Purple pav'd with Love But O how far surpast by him Who is All love from head to foot To draw all Love to him agen Jesus King Jesus for his Spouse For the Lambs Wife his Bride hath built A far more glorious Chariot which With Love and Pow'r is double gilt Brac'd with the everlasting Arms Whose covering is eternial Glory Whose substance is a Love that warms Whose Wheels run to the Joy before ye Now blessed be that boundless Love And blessed be that endlefs Power And blessed be that God above That made his Chariot like a Tower This Honour all his people have They go on foot and yet they ride Thus rides the Princes when advanc't In stately Pomp