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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

upon the Mountain get I 'll praise my heav'nly King No more delays O come and blow Stir up thy grace begun When thou dost breathe thy Spices flow The work goes kindly on XXIX For Communion with God I. ALass my God that we shou'd be Such Strangers to each other O that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together Thou knowest my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode No Musick drops so sweet a sound As these two words my God II. I long not for the Fruit that grows Within these Gardens here I find no sweetness in their Rose When Jesus is not near Thy gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradise Ah what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of Price III. May I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee Thy Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me Like Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day Attended with the Heav'nly Guards Upon my Kings High-way IV. When wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear Come near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near When wilt thou come unto me Lord I langnish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light V. When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost veil thy Face VI. There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to sing thy name Where all thy Singers meet XXX On the Lord's Day As the 100 Psalm I. THou spreadst a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may Banquet on thy Word Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parch'd and dry II. We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in III. Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That Sinners may observe thy call And numerous Converts to thee fall IV. That those who do thy footsteps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their God in vain V. Thy people at thy Footstool lye Behold us with a gracious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet VI. Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with Triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day VII I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy love alone can satisfie XXXI Of Death I. DEath steals upon us unawares And Digs a Grave unseen Whilst we dispute are full of Cares What may be what has been Shall I be bent on vanity And rotteness to trust Till Death shall lay his hand on me And crumble me to dust II. What if my Sun should set at Noon If Death should call to day Can'st thou my Soul go off so soon Hast thou no scores to pay Behold my Sands how quick they fall How near I am my Goal Let not my Body be undrest Till thou hast drest my Soul Let not my Body be undress'd Till thou hast dress'd my Soul III. That at the Trumpet 's Sound I may Spring from my dusty Bed Rejoicing at the Voice that calls Arise come forth ye Dead Lord give me Patience if I lie Upon a Dying-Bed O let my Saviour standing by Support my weary Head IV. Support my weak and tott'ring Faith Whilst dismal Fears annoy My Jesus be my sweet Defence My Jesus be my Joy Blest Advocate do thou not fail At this Time to appear O let my shaken Faith prevail My Evidence be Clear V. My Soul in thy sweet Hands I trust Now can I sweetly sleep My Body falling to the Dust I leave with thee to keep XXXVI Psalm 63. 8. My Soul follows hard after thee I. MY God my God my Light my Love Mine All in All to me Wilt thou a gracious Father prove To Souls that hang on thee II. My God my God my Light my Love For thee I thirst alone The sweetest Waters upon Earth My Soul accounts as none III. My God my God my Light my Love Mine only only Friend I seek I long I look for thee Why wilt thou not attend IV. My God my God my Light my Love O whither art thou gone Either be near unto me here Or lift me to thy Throne V. My God my God my Light my Love Canst thou that Soul forsake That follows thee with restless Cries Longing to overtake VI. My God my God my Light my Love Thy Child intreats thy stay Father shall not thy Bowels move O turn and look this Way VII My God my God my Light my Love Come come with me abide Rejoice me with thy Presence Lord I know no Joy beside VIII My God my God my Light my Love Hear thou my mournful Cry He hears he hears me from above He will not see me die Psalm 86. Done by Mr. J. M. I. HEar hear me Lord for I am Poor And seek Salvation at thy Door Bow down thy gentle Ear to me Who am oppres'd with Misery II. Save me my God for I am thine Thy Touch hath made my Heart Divine Save me my God to whom I flee Who have none other Gods but thee III. Let Mercy come from God or High The Object of my daily Cry I daily knock I daily wait For Mercy 's Alms at Mercy 's Gate IV. God of all Comfort Give a Dole Of Comfort to thy Servant's Soul For this my Soul doth bend her Knee And stretch her craving Hands to thee V. Thou Lord art Good and thou dost stand With sealed Pardons in thy Hand Oh how the Dews of Mercy fall And answer at thy Peoples Call VI. It ne'er was writ here lieth One Dy'd at the Foot of Mercy 's Throne Lord hearken to my humble Cries And let them found above the Skies PART II. I. I Have a God to whom I may Resort with Freedom any Day I 'll seek him when I am in Pain I 'm sure to here from him again II. And when my Soul shall understand The Comfort of his Curing Hand Then shall I sing O happy Rod That brought me nearer to my God III. What are those Gods whom Folly feigns Those Creatures of distemper'd Brains What are those Dunghil Gods before The Mighty God whom I adore IV. O King of Nations Lord of All Before thee shall all Nations fall And every Language shall confess Thy glorious Everlastingness V. For thou art Great beyond Compare Thy Works amazing Wonders are To God alone all Glory be There is none other God but He. VI. Lord guide me in thy secret Way With such a Guide I shall not stray Bring me into an Heavenly Frame Unite my Heart to fear thy Name VII My Lord my God my Heart shall Praise And glorifie thee all my Days Thy Mercy to me doth excell I am a Brand snatch'd out of Hell PART III. I. THE Sons of Pride against me rise Fierce Atheists are mine Enemies They fear not God they love not me My Comfort is their Misery II. They mark me for their common Foe And jointly Plot my overthrow But thou my Lord dost take my Part Thou Lord a God of Bowels art III. Thou art most swist to Acts of Grace But unto Wrath of flowest Pace Thy Mercy and thy Truth abound This is Faith's everlasting Ground IV. Whilst God is Merciful and True I am both Safe and Happy too I cannot fall who lean upon The Pillars of the highest Throne V. O leave me not who follow Thee Let Mercy look on Misery Save Lord for thee I do adore As did my Mother heretofore VI. Save Lord one Born within thy House A Child of Prayers and Tears and Vows Mine Eyes expect some happy Sign To tell my Soul that thou art mine VII Me with Salvations Walls enclose To the Confusion of my Foes That they with blushing may confess We cannot Curse whom God doth bless VIII We cannot catch whom God will have We cannot hurt whom God will save We cannot touch his smallest Limb We Curse our selves in Cursing him Name your Town here