change your loves and love with me or else you perish shall Go charge your loves to do the same or perish shall you all Gods curse on him that loveth not my Love Lord Jesus Christ Or loves not them that do love him this curse with death keeps tryst 〈◊〉 this is my Love yet if 〈◊〉 could like your love die All these excellencies of his should work my miserie Or yet if I by death could be depriv'd of this my Love All that is said or can be more were nought to my behove But now my Love shall never die his dayes shall never end His life shall eternize his Love his life to love doth tend And I by death shal have no losse my love shall then be more Both mine to him and his to me Blessed be God therefore Yea and because I cannot live and broke his love beneath My chariot to eternall life death he appointed hath Therefore till death his love shall be the best part of my life In him I 'le strive gainst baser loves and death will end the strive Only my Lord still pittie me and tarrie not too long My sprite and flesh cry Come Lord come death shal renew my song FINIS Psal. 4. 6 7 1 John 2. 15 16 17. 1 Tim. 6. â— Eccles. 1. 2. Can. 5. 10. Psa. 77. 22. Psa. 73. â— Cant. 1. â— Cant. 8. 1 Ezek. 16 5 6. 〈◊〉 â— 6 Iam. 1. 17 Iohn 13. 4 Psal. 10 8 9. 1 Cor. 10 19. Hab. 3. â— Isa. 27. 4 Psal. 103. 3 â— Pet. 4. 8 Psa. 89. 22 John 13. 1 Isai. 30. 21 Rev. 2. 19. Gen. 12. 3 Num. 24. 9. Job 5. 29 Psa. 61. 15 Pet. 1. 9 7. James 1. 2 3 12 Joh. 5. 14 Isa. 13. 2 Psa. 56. 8 Psal. 120. 2 Rom 8. 27 Psal. 20. 5 Psal 4. 7 Psal. 34. all Psal. 76 to 10 verse Prov. 13 12 Psa. 22. 14 Psal. 116. 3 14. 7 8 Joh. 15. 13 Psa. 84. 10 Psalm 116 7. Gal. 2 20 Iohn 2 18. Dan. 2 47 Psalm 2. 8. Heb. 1. 2 Prov. 8. 22 c. 2 Cor 1. 20. Rom. 5. 8 Deut. 32 4 Isa. 57. 15 Mat. 〈◊〉 29. Mal. 3. 2 Psalm 139 7 8 9 10 11 12 Rev. 4. 7 Mat. 28. 20 Phil. 2. 6 1 Ioh. 5. 7 Gen. 3 22 â—â—â—d 24 Iohn 5. 14 15 Gen. 2 2. 3 Heb. 4. 10. Gen. 2. 10 Gen. 4 10 Gen. 6. 14 Gen. 8. 21 Gen. 9. 31 Isai. 54. 9 Heb. 3. 2 3 Iohn 11 17 2 Cor. 3. 6 c. Heb. 7. 26 c. Heb. 10. 14 Heb. 7. 1â— Heb. 9. 2 c Num. 17. 8 Col. 1. 17 Isai. 57. 1 Cant. 1. 2 Cant. 1. 2 Cant. 2. 5 Cant. 2. 3 Cant. 5. â— Cant. 1. 5 Cant. 1. 16 Hos. 2. 3 Luke 1. 35 Luke 2. 16 Mat. 2. 13 Luk. 2. 47 Phil. 2. 7 Isai. 8. 18 Isai. 55. 3 Psal. 4. 8 Psal. 61. 2 Mat. 27. 33 Rom. 8 31 Mat. 8. 31 Matth. 4. 1 Matth 4. 1 Heb. 2. 18 Mat. 4. 3 Mat. 46 Mat. 4. 8 Mat. 4. 6 Mat. 4. 10 Luk. 23. 11 Psal. 22. 7 John 1. 11 Mat. 8. 20 Mat. 7. 27 John 4. 5 John 4 5 Mat. 2. 37 Iohn 8. â—â— Luke 4. 20 Mat. 8. 2â— Mat. 26 5â— Mat. 26. 65 Joh. 18. 22 Isa. 50. 6 Mat 27. 29 Mat â—7 25 Mat. 27. 4 Mat. 16. 24 1 Tim. 2. 12 Ioh. 5. 39 1 Pet. 4. 16 Mat. 15. 19 Psalm 119 116 Mat. 15. 9 Mat. 18. 6 Psal. 56. â— Iohn 13. 1 Mat. 16. 24 Heb. 6. 18 Iohn 6. 37 Iohn 17. 9 Ioh. 10. 28 Ioh. 6. 39 Ioh. 6. 39 Psal. 111 4. Heb. 9 Rom. 8. 9 Rom. 8. 17 Tit. 1 1 Rom. 8. 9 Heb. 6. 18 Heb. 6. 13 Isa. 54. 1â— Heb. 6. 19 Rom. 8. 28 Mat. 7. 24 Mat. 26. 15 2 Tim. 2. 10 Heb. 6. 1 17 18 Iohn 17 9 Rom. 8 34 Heb. 7 25 Rom. 8. 16 Ioh. 10. 28 Heb. 6. 18 Ioh. 10. 11 Ioh. 13. â— Rom 8. 28 〈◊〉 5. 8 1 Ioh. 4. 19 Ioh. 21. 17 Gal. 2. 20 Psal. 116. 17 Rom. 4. 5 Phil. 2. 7 Gal. 3. 14 Mat. 26. 38 Mat. 27 Isai. 53. 9 Iohn 〈◊〉 27 Mat. 2â— 3 8 Luk 2â— 24 Mat. 27 Mat. 26. 45 Rom. 7. 4 Ioh. 16. 23 Rom. 5. 25 〈◊〉 4. 〈◊〉 5. 10 â—ant 5 16 Cor. 16 〈◊〉 24 Acts 2. â—4 Rev. 1. 18 â— Cor. 5. 1 Rev. 1. 1â— Heb. 1. 1â— 1 Cor. 13. 1â— 2 Kin. â— 1â— Rev. 22. 2â—
TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE To be sung with any of the common Tunes of the PSALMS COL 3. 16. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisedom teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and spirituall songs singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord EDINBVRGH Printed by Andro Anderson ANNO DOM 1655. TO THE READER SInce CHRISTS fair Truth craves no mans art Take this rude Song in better part TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE I Have a heart for love and love I cannot choose but have A love that can give full content the least as I can crave I want not suters and they all have agents still with me Who promise that which I do seek but sure I know they lie Though honour height to lift me up and mammon me to serve Yet their attendants skars me not nor makes my heart to swerve Pale fear duske envie care and toyle with other ill hew'd wights Wait for my service if I weed their masters O what sights The onely thing like to prevaile was match unto my minde When fancie buskde my party with perfections of each kind But now I see that fancie is not reall as it seemes No earthly love can give content all loves but Christs are dreams Then why want I contenting love since Christs love may be had In whom is all that I do seek or can be thought or said What other loves do seem to have is truely in him found The scattered beauties of them all in him are jointly bound What they do lack and cannot have because they finit be It s infinit in him it stands for ever still O Hee He he is only worthy love and nothing else but he Alas that vanity so long hath so bewitched me Why heard I flattering idols words why did I parly keep Why suffer'd I affection to sing me so asleep How went I on so foolishly and keept so oft their tryst As if false loves could be found true and had no minde of Christ No not when Christ was suiting me and they found oft untrue I stack still in their bonds and could my self no wayes rescue Yet good and wise Lord Jesus Christ did still pursue my love He knew though I refus'd my heart was his he could me move And now it s done my love is thine Lord Jesus home receive This whorish heart and suffer not my soul hence to deceive There shall my suiters all me serve but thou my love shall be They shal be mine not I theirs else they shall not follow me Thus shal I have advantage twise and blest shal be my lot I le get my lovers goods and love above theirs well I wot A love that will not me despise though I unworthy be Though vile and loathsome yet will he not loath but pitty mee Though fickle I he will not change his constancy is known Of change no shadow is with him he loves for ay his own When I for want of wit and strength offend and do confesse He will not chide but pardon me my faults both more and lesse He will not charge upon me lay more nor I may well bear But will my burthens as I need support I do not fear No wrath at others wil cause him unpleasant be to me No flanderer will get his ear to heare of me a lye He will not misconstruct my words he will not angry be Nor fret without a cause nor frowne nor fitch a fault falsly Nor mark my wayes so narrowly as nothing to passe by His love will hide my sin in love faith safely may rely He will not waste his heritage nor will himself disgrace No foes can hurt him and their spyt he turnes upon their face His love to other Saints shal not work prejudice to me More then the Suns light unto all doth hinder me to see No causelesse jealousie will vex at any time his minde But if he see my heart go wrong I know he is so kinde As to admonish and rebuke and chasten if it need And so me save from perishing too oft deserv'd indeed If I be sad he will be loath yet more to vex my heart If any other will do so 'gainst them hee 'l take my part And those that grieve me he will grieve and curse them more and lesse That curseth me so will he those that blesse me surely blesse If trouble set about me round he will not me forsake Nor leave me comfortlesse alone but pity on me take And if he hide his face a while as wisedome oft requires He doth but excercise my faith and sharpen my desires And if he seeme to stay well long that I become so dead As I can neither say nor sing nor meditate nor read Nor do ought else that might asswadge hearts pangs in such a case But sit and droup and hang my head long looking for his grace Uttering but broken words or none perplext with thoughts confusde Suggestions whisper all the while as if I were refusde Yet still his gracious hand doth me support with secret strength And makes me in these deeps not drown but brings me through at length Mean time he keeps my scattered words and failing those my teares In books and bottels and takes course to rid me out of fears And failing both my words and tears he makes each wofull grone And failing those my sighes and all the parcels of my mone Yea when I fit astonished my lifted hands and looks Speaks all my minde to him as if it written were in books For he doth search the heart and knowes what is the spirits mind And as its fit gives answer to needs cry in every kinde And look how sharp these tryalls are their fruit is far more sweet His countenance compenseth all with one blink when we meet For he doth make my heart more glad then any tongue can tell Though grief was great yet joy is now more sweet nor grief was fell For judge ye whosoever felt what weight in sin what griefe In minde opprest what angnish is when soul sees no relief What torment in perplexity what horrour in Gods wrath What hell in feard eternity at loosing of his breath And presuppon a soul were sure to dwell at last above In heaven with Christ yet know ye not what langour is in love What sicknesse in deferred-hopes what battell with our so What trouble when God hides his face and seems us to forgo Now judge again when weights are lift grief anguish torments gone For wrath death hell eternity of fear now there is none But in their place the heart lift up life light and rest is come Felt love peace victorie hearts health and Christs Sprit all in summe Judge when our much prokocked Lord himself shews reconcilde If with the joy that then is felt a heart may not
a Kingdome me allots Thy servants shape and service done from service sets me free And bondage of proud Sathans yoke and sins strong tyrranie Thy lurking thirty years unknown for ever makes me shine With glory far above the reach of subtilest ingine Thy name inrold in sinners book by baptisme makes my name To be inrolde among the Saints even those of greatest fame Thy offring suretiship for me to God at Iordans bank Hath fred me of my sins and hell well's me and God I thank I hear thee say to God Behold me and my children all I hear the Father answer thee I love you great and small I hear thee say Take me for them let me their burthen bear I hear the father cry Content come children come and hear Come hear the Covenant between me and my dearest Son Come give your hearts consent thereto and then your bargan's done I heare thee say Mans due is death I le do thy will O Lord My soul and body both for theirs let suffer I accord I hear thy Fathers voice from Heaven cry lovely Son art thou These all and this and that was I are thine I 'me pleased now I hear him say to all and me Go hear my Son and live He drew I came thou welcom'd me and life I feel dost give Now take me with thee where thou wilt for we must never shed In faith my soul is glew'd to thee lead me as blind are led Crosse Sathans teeth if our way ly and crosse each other foe To Priests to beanch to Golgotha lead me and I will go But lead and leave me not or else I cannot misse to fall If thou do hold me in thy hand I fear no foe at all Thy combats makes me not amazde for what could make me wo Thy victory my conflict makes to be with vanquishde so Thy going to the wildernesse brings me to Saints city Thy fighting all alone makes me fight in thy company Thy being tempted fourtie dayes all my dayes makes me sure Thy presence help and comfort shall with tempted me endure If by some wrong mean I be tempt to fill my natures lust Or God to tempt neglecting means under pretence of trust To help or hazard life some way which God will not allow I see thee still before me Lord my helper heer be thou It s true my flesh doth grieve to think what may thy Saints befall What horrible suggestions and blasphemies withall What shapes and apparitions by night some some by day Yea power of this flesh yet thou So usde my fear do stay Most dangerous of all me thinks when Sathan God to scorn In false religion worship craves and hids both hoof and horn And Angel-like in some mans mouth bids to some Image bow And worldly motives brings thy truth to cause me dis-avow In this case Lord give light that I may Sathan bid avoyd For thousands here for fault of light guild have been and destroide To free me from this ill I know new trouble shall me breed And make the world me persecute with spight in word and deed But so I may thy truth containe and still adhere to thee I fear no persecution nor wickeds injury More hatred can I not then thou no more despised be More chargde with bitter calumniès nor ofter get the lie More scornde and mocked in my face more followed at the back Finger and tongue shut forth withall murgeons that mockers make Lesse welcome where I offer love lesse thanked for good deeds Worse intertaind in my countrey worse furnisht in my needs More friendly handled by my friends and those of mine own blood Then thou was I yea none can be who suffer shall for good What can befall me which did not before befall to thee What more distrest for righteousnesse can I expect to be What ludging lesse then ly thereout what harder bed then rocks What sharper rest then not to sleep or to preveene the cocks What scant or want more then to have no penny in my purse Among such people as me hate and in their heart me curse What greater hunger then to faste and when it s come to eat To send and buy some course peece bread and get no other meat What greater drouth then want a drink in journey at mid-day And for a drink of water call and hear on say me nay What spoil of goods more then to strip me naked to the skin And in my sight divide my cloaths and then to scorn begin What danger more then present death by stones lift up to cast There steep down rocks heer man adjudgd to be thrown down made fast What banisht can I more be then for life chasde heer and there Without a hole to hide my head which even to beasts is rare What prison worse then fall in hands of persecuting Priests Thirsting like Wolves for blood of Saints to grace their godlesse feasts What judgement more unjust then find my party sit as judge And still the lesse fault he can finde the more at me to grudge And if I speak a modest truth to smite me on the face And pull the haire off head and cheeks and all me to disgrace What torment more then pricks thurst in on 's head fourscore at once Yea all the flesh with scourging rent and nothing safe but bones And those so racked in all joynts as sinews none go free But legs and armes asunder spelde hung up and naild on tree And what might seeme to be untouchde thy tender bowels all So burnt as slockning welcome was by vinegar and gall All this thou suffred Lord and more then any can expresse Why should I then be feard for such like suffering more or lesse Thou came to witnesse for the truth and so must all thine do Thou came to suffer for the truth and so must all thine too None follow thee except they be content thy crosse to bear None crownde shall be except they will for truth thy livery wear The truth is limit to thy word thine and none others saw Thy scriptures meaning thou wilt have my rule and thy full law O that I were inclinde to do what duties there are namde Then when I suffer should for truth I coulde not be ashamde And suffer must we else do wrong when men from age to age To chop and change thine ordinance run head-long in a rage And by their own traditions do make thy precepts voide Urging their own will more then thine so lyes thy Law destroide But thou Lord over all declares such worship to be vain And ere we yeeld thy jealousie wills rather we be slain Yea ere we do a needlesse work and weaken little ones We choose our urgers should us sink in deep seas with milstones Then strengthen Lord my faith in thee that flesh I do