how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
will run after Thee Thou hear'st thou draw'st I come I come Thy Love my God is sweet Thy Presence-Chamber is the Room Where Souls and Joys do meet Our Earthly Pleasures we forget To think upon thy Love All upright Souls their Minds do set On Thee my Lord above 5. Tho' I to Strangers black do seem And under Foot am trod Yet am I Fair in Heav'ns esteem I am the House of God 6. O do not scorn my outward state Ye know not what 's within Whom God doth love how dare ye hate My Saviour hides my Sin Profest Church-Members should have brought Some Comfort to my Mind But did they Treat me as they ought Alas they prov'd unkind Their Anger did my words controul They Bow'd me to their Will And so my own immortal Soul Declin'd and Fared ill 7. Pitty my tempted state O Lord Whom still I do adore O bring me home by thy good Word My Lapsed Soul Restore Since Lord thy Mercies still abides Shall I be lost among False Flocks false Doctrines and false Guides Which do thine Honour wrong Christ 8. My Church to Me the World is dross And thou a Pearl of Price And art thou Stray'd and as a Loss Attend to my Advice Look back upon my Church of old And mark which way they went And let thy Childrens Eyes behold The Pastors I have sent 9. As Pharaohs Horses Egypts Pride Is deem'd the Choicest Breed So thou my Church my Fairest Bride All Fair Ones doth exceed 10. Mans Eyes the outward state behold Mine Eyes are on thy Heart Whilst other'S shine with Pearl and Gold Through Grace thou lovely art 11. My Soul that loves thee is so glad Thy Stock of Grace to see I and my Father we will add A new supply to Thee The Church 12. My King doth Sit in Heav'n above VVhere Angels do attend And from below my Faith and Love Shall to my King ascend 13. My Faith ascends unto my Lord And brings him down to Me My Love a Bosom doth afford VVhere he shall lodged be O the sweet time as if I was Reigning in Heav'n above VVhence once my Soul doth Christ embrace in Arms of Faith and Love 14. It is so sweet when we do meet My Joys in Christ exceed The sweetest Smells and Tasts and Sighs VVhich can our Senses feed Christ 15. My dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Faithful and so Kind The Church 16. My dearest Lord thou art the Sun By whose bright Beams I shine And then my Glory first begun When thou becamest mine Since thou art mine and I am thine A Num'rous Race do flow In every place which to thy Grace Their Birth and Being owe. 17. The dear Assemblies of thy Saints Where thou my Lord dost dwell Are sweet and pure and shall endure Against the Gates of Hell The VERSION CHAP. II. Christ 1. I Am the Rose of Sharon-Field I am the Lilly White The Lilly which the Valleys yield I am both sweet and bright 2. What are Thorns in th' Account of Men Vnto the Lilly bright What are the Fairest Daughters when My Love appears in sight The Church 3. What are the common Trees o' th' Wood Unto the Apple Tree What is the Rich and Noblest Blood My lovely Lord to Thee I sate Rejoycing in Times past Under his cooling Shade His Fruit was sweet unto my Tast O what a Feast I made 4. Unto his Cellars stor'd with Wines He caus'd Me to remove Over my Head abroad he spread The Banner of his Love 5. Give Flagons for a Cordial Bring Apples Me to chear For I am sick I faint I fall I languish for my Dear 6. His Left Hand underneath my Head For my Support is plac'd His Right Hand over me is spread And thus I am Embrac'd 7. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor stir my Love Until it be his mind 8. My Welbeloved's Voice of Joy My Heart with Comfort fills He comes Leaping on Mountains high And Skipping on the Hills 9. My Welbeloved comes in hast Like a swift footed Roe Nay my Beloved flies so fast Young Hart did never so Behind our Wall lo he doth stand He 's at our Windows seen He shews himself so near at Hand There 's but a Grate between 10. I gladly heard his gracious Tone Who thus to me did say Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 11. The Season of the Year invites The Winters gone and past Behold a Spring of new Delights No Rain nor stormy Blast 12. The Flowers upon the Earth appear The Birds begin to sing The People of our Land do hear The Turtles murmuring 13. Green Figs upon their Trees are grown Young Grapes their Smells display Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 14. O my Fair Dove whose Fairness dwells In dark Obscurity In cloven Rocks and secret Cells Come shew thy self to me O let thy Face to me appear I 〈◊〉 thy Voice answer mine Thy Voice is Musick in mine Ear Thy Countenance doth shine 15. Catch us the Foxes in a Toyl The little Foxes catch For they our Fruitful Vines do spoil Their tender Grapes they snatch 16. My Welbeloved he is mine And I am his indeed In Pastures which with Lillies shine He makes his Flock to feed 17. Till the day break and shades depart Beloved hast to me Even as the Roe and tender Hart On Bether-Mountains flee The Paraphrase CHAP. II. Christ. 1. SVch is the Power of my sweet Love My Church it sweetneth It sweetens Earth and Heav'n above It sweetens Life and Death Such is the Beauty of my Face 'T is with such Glories crown'd That Solomon's Glory must give place To what shines me around As Lillies in the Valleys-grow So I the Valleys own The Humble are my Heav'n below The Lowly are my Throne 2. No comely Persons can I see But whom my Grace adorns My Church a Lilly is to me And all the Rest are Thorns The Church 3. None but a Jesus none but He He is the Chiefest Good My Jesus is an Apple-Tree And others Barren Wood He is a Shadow from the Heat Of Conscience Wrath and Hell He is true Manna Heav'nly Meat Which feeds his Israel The Shadow of his Sacraments Hath been exceeding good Under that Shade a Feast I made Upon his Flesh and Blood 4. My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'd With sweet and precious Wine What Sweetness found I in my Lord When he said I am thine As Souldiers to their Colours stand And after them do move So doth my dearest Lord command And draw me by his Love 5. Nothing but Glory can suffice The Appetite of Grace I long for Christ with Restless Eyes I languish for his Face O take me up or let me Sup On Promises Divine Those Apples from the Tree of Life Those Flagons full of Wine 6. How am I Born whilst
My Bowels yearn'd when thou didst Cry My Love did me constrain To haste apace and shew my Face To thy griev'd Soul again 13. Return Return my dearest Church Return Return to me The Heav'nly Quire and I desire Thy Blessed Face to see My Heav'nly Host if ye would know My Churches State and Case She is another Host below And of an awful Grace The VERSION CHAP. VII Christ 1. O Daughters of a Prince how Fair Are both thy Shooes and Feet Thy Joynts and Thighs like Jewels are Wrought by an hand discreet 2. Thy Navel as a Cup compleat With Liquor doth abound Thy Belly 's like an Heap of Wheat Which Lillies do surround 3. Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes Well Shap'd and well agreed Both which are Loving Twins and those Among the Lillies Feed 4. Thy Neck like I vory is most Fair And like a Tower most straight Thine Eyes like beshbon pools which are Hard by Bath-Rabim Gate Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower The Tower which doth Command Damascus-Town the Chiefest Flower Of all the Syrian Land 5. Thine Head on thee like Carmel is Thine Hair like Purple stain'd The Galleries so take his Eyes The King is there detain'd 6. How Fair art thou how pleasant art My Love unto my sight So sweetly Grac'd in every part Thou art my whole delight 7. 〈◊〉 Vnto a Palm-Tree I compare Thy Stature straight and fine Thy Breasts appear both full and fair Like Clusters of the Vine 8. 〈◊〉 I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb I 'll search her Branches well Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew Thy Nose like Apples swell 9. 〈◊〉 Thy Palate's like the choicest Wine Which for my Friend I keep Which sweetly Flows and causeth those To Speak that are asleep The Church 10. I am my Well-beloved's own And He is wholly mine The Stream of his Affection Doth towards me incline 11. Come my Beloved let us go Into the Fields abroad And in the Villages below Let 's take up our Abode 12. Let 's go up early in the Morn And to the Vineyards go To see what Fruits the Trees adorn Whether the Vine doth grow Whether the tender Grapes appear And the Pomegranates thrive The Hopes of the Ensuing Year There thee my Loves I 'll give 13. The Mandrakes smell and at our Door All pleasant Fruits there be Both New and Old which are my Store Laid up my Love for Thee The Paraphrase CHAP. VII Christ. 1. O Daughter of the Mighty God How comely are thy Feet VVith Gospel-preparation Shod Thy carriage how discreet 2. Thou art both Fair and Fruitful too Great Numbers thou dost Breed VVhich with good Meals the VVord and Seals Thou liberally dost feed 3. The two Breasts of thy Testaments Most friendly do accord VVhich Nourishment and sweet content To New-born Babes afford The cries of a distressed Soul These Breasts of comfort still These Breasts make glad whom sin makes sad These Breasts the Hungry â—ill 4. Thy Faith is thy strong Fort and Tower Thine Vnderstanding clear Thy Judging and Discerning Power Informs when Danger 's near Thy Christ thy Head of Eminence All Others doth exceed Thy Christ thy Head of Influence Thy Grace doth keep and feed VVhen thine Assemblies Exercise Their Graces freely given The King walks in those Galleries As in another Heaven 6. My Church who art most New most Fair How Dear art thou and Sweet In whom all Sweets compacted are In whom all Graces meet 7. Vnder thy weight thou flourishest As the stout Palm-Tree doth My Church the more thou art deprest The greater is thy growth The Breasts of thy two Testaments Like Clusters of the Vines Are full of Juice which for thy use Tield store of Heav'nly Wine 8. When I perceiv'd thy Soul to thrive Like to a Fruitful Tree Then I drew near that I might chear And joy my self in thee Nor did I empty-handed come But added to thy Store God's Word came then more near and home Thy Graces scented more 9. Thy Speech is like the choichest VVine So lovely and so strong It makes the Sinners Heart divine And sanctifies his Tongue The Church 10. My dearest Lords Affection I cannot but admire I am my welbeloved's own I am his Hearts desire 11. I gladly with my Lord could talk And spend both Night and Day Come Lord let us together walk Let us together stay 12. Come let 's go see what Fruits and Flowers Adorn thy Garden place Under the Sun shine and the showers Of days and means of Grace Could I but see thy Children Spring And in an happy frame O how should I rejoyce and sing And love thee for the same 13. Thy Saints their Services present Which of Sweet Savour be Saints New and Old within my Tent Are kept from Heav'n and thee The VERSION CHAP. VIII The Church 1. I Would to God thou wert as near To me as is my Brother That Fill'd the Lap and Suck'd the Pap Of my most tender Mother When I without should light on thee Then I thy Lips would Kiss Yea I should not despised be Nor disesteem'd for this 3. I 'd bring thee to my Mothers Tent Who would instruct me there Pomegranate-Wine of pleasant scent Should be thy Royal Fare 4. His Left Hand underneath my Head Should lovingly be plac'd His Right Hand or'e me should be spread Thus should I be Embrac'd 4. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem 'T is You I charge and bind Not once to move or wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 5. Out of the Desart doth Ascend A comely Sight to see One Leaning on her dearest Friend O what a One is She The Church Under the shady Apple-Tree Thee did I Raise and Rear Thy Mother Travell'd there with Thee Thy Native Place was there 6. O Seal thine Image on thy Heart O'Seal it on thy Arm For Love like Death doth cast its Dart And Jealousie is warm 'T is like the Grave whose keen desire Nothing can satisfie The Coals thereof are Coals of Fire That flame most vehemently 7. Waters can't quench loves flame nor floods Can Loves height overflow If one for Love would give his Goods The Price would be too low The Jewish Church 8. No Breasts on our small Sister grow Nor is She yet Admir'd What shall we for our Sister do When she shall be desir'd Christ 9. We 'll build on her a Silver Court If she a VVall shall be Or if a Door Her we 'll Support VVith Boards of Cedar-tree The Jewish Church 10. I am a Wall both strong and tall My Breasts like Towers are round I then his Sight did much delight As one that Favour Found Christ 11. At Baal-Hammon King Solomon A Vineyard did possess Keepers he sent to the Intent They might his Vineyard dress And thus with them he did agree That for the Fruit it gave A thousand silver Pieces he Of each of them should have 12. My Vineyard which belongs to Me I know not