stye shalt misse 3. â—… change most blest for thee to knovve To rid thee of these raggs â—…nd thy selfe clad in robes of state In spight of death his brags 4. â—…his skin this shame this dust this dung This earth this mire this clay â—…all shine as sunne in raies of rest When thou shalt see that day 5. Thine eies that vvere full sad to 〈◊〉 Thine oft and ill done deeds Shall then see Christ still in thy sighâ—… Where grace good still feeds 6. These eares that heare the ruth ragâ—… Of tongue as hott as hell Shall then the voice of Christ shâ—… heaâ—… And saincts vvith him that dvvell 7. And theÌ„ this tongue that novv dotâ—… plaâ—… Of greefe of vvoe of gall Shall tune a part in that svveet quiâ—… With Christ vvith saincts vvith aâ—… 5. THOUGHT O my soule thy Christ hath tooke part vvith flesh bloud that by deatâ—… he might beate dovvne him that had thâ—… povver of death HEB. â—… 14. The sixt muse 1. â—…Ovve vvhat is death theÌ„ say my soule I st not a sleepe in graue â—…ey that did feele the vvorst of it The stile of sleepe it gaue 2. â—…d aske thy corps o my svveet soule WheÌ„ full vvith toyle of day â—…it hath not bine glad to rest As cloyd vvith a foule vvay 3. â—…nd novve in this svveete sleepe of death Thou art sure to be blest â—…hy like a child vvilt thou not goe To this thy bed thy rest 4. â—…idst thou ere see a bird in cage Sitt still vvith in the grate â—…hat might flie foorth to vvoods to groues To meete his loue his mate 5. Did Paule vvhen god his gyues 〈◊〉 buâ—… And rid him out of iayle Crie out say not yet o lord I doe not like this bayle 6. Paule slepte tvvixt tvvo that did 〈◊〉 keep But vvheÌ„ that he vvas free And rid froÌ„ iayle did he once tuâ—… To iayle those bonds to see 7. O my svveete soule didst ere thou â—… At sea men sing their songâ—… And vvheÌ„ to laÌ„d they â—…aÌ„e did grâ—… And tell their frends of vvrongâ—… 6. THOUGHT O heare me o lord my god 〈◊〉 light to mine eies least I sleepe the 〈◊〉 of death PSAL. 30. 3. The seuenth muse 1. â—…st thou o soule no mind to rest In all thy paine and toyle 〈◊〉 vvilt thou still goe on drudge 〈◊〉 lott on sea on soyle 2. â—…ve oft haue vvights in vvoe greefe 〈◊〉 ought death to ease their paine â—…h death found thee vvilt thou not â—…o goe from greefe be faine 3. â—…th name of death the fright my soule â—…hat if meÌ„ call sleepe death â—…lt thou be fraid to close thine eies â—…r feare to loose thy breath 4. â—…hat hurt vvill coÌ„e to thee by that The first man vvas in sleepe â—…eÌ„ god a vvife made him for helpe The man in ioy to keepe 5. And vvhat if novve thy god forth Whilst thou dost sleepe in graâ—… Doth make thy soule a spouse Châ—… His face his grace to haue 6. My death o soule but parts the frâ—… That each hath led the vvay And novve shake hands but for spâ—… Till meete in rest thy may 7. Goe then my soule to this sure gaiâ—… Part vvith a frend a space The tyme vvill come vvhen this â—… dâ—… Shall see thy Christ his face 7. THOUGHT The due of sinne my soule is dâ—… graue hell but the gift of god is lâ—… ioy and blisse by Christ my lord god ROM 6. 13. The eight muse 1. TEll me my soule vvas thou not loth At first to ioyne vvith me â—…hy novve art loth to part vvith that Which much vvoe letts thee see 2. â—…ost thou not heare the vvise to say The day of death is cheefe â—…d is more good then day of birth Which brings thee vvoe greefe 3. â—…ost not thou trust the vvise mans vvords On throne in state in glee â—…at thus did say of death birth Then harke thou once to me 4. â—…he lord of life that knevve deaths force Doth say that they are blest â—…hat die in god our lord our Christ And from their vvoes haue rest 5. O death hovve svveete is that thâ—… rest To vvights in vale of teares Hovve svveete is thy grim face to those That liue in vvoe feares 6. O soule vvhat man is so fell mad And so in soule cast dovvne To hide himselfe in base things here To loose by them a crovvne 7. My soule then see say in fine With men of gods ovvne lore For me to die it is more good Then liue on this ville shore 8. THOUGHT O my soule if by one mans sinne death did raigne by one much more they vvhich haue much grace the gift of faith shall raigne in life by one Christ my lord and god ROM 5. 17. The ninth muse 1. WHat ayles thee o my soule my deare Such face such feare to shevve Novve death doe come to cite thee home Is all thy faith but devve 2. Is death soe fearce soe fell to eies To thoughts that vvas soe free It is a shame to thee my soule Thou dost noe more Christ see 3. Where is thy faith in vvords thou couldst Call oft for death in life Is all but talke is all but smoke Where is thy hope so rife 4. Hath thy svveete Christ novv sent for thee And art thou loth to goe Rouze vp thy selfe for shame o soule And doe not serue him soe 5. O lord raise vp this hart of mine That faints droopes in death O that I might thy cup once tast And liue in thy svveete breath 6. The spright vvould come but fles is vveaâ—… Lord helpe this guest of thine And rid her from this flesh of sinne Which is a broode of mine 7. I come to thee o lord I come Streach forth thine hand to me O death o graue vvhere is thy sting My crovvene my god I see 9. THOUGHT They are blest that haue a pâ—…t iâ—… the first life for on such the last deaâ—… shall haue not strength but they shal bâ—… preests of god and of Christ. Apoc. 20. 6. FINIS All 's Pauls Prayers Metphrased into words of one syllable of great Brittains language are to be vsed by a devout Christian soule in his priuate soliloquies holy solaces vvith his god And are set to the tune of I loue the lord because my voice PSALM CXVI O lord my god thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue thou didst hold me from those that goe dovvne to the pitt To his much esteemed good frend Mr. NICHOLAS BACKHOUSE â—…archant one of the assistants of the vvorthy companie of the Marchant Aduenturers residing at Hamborough The ioy of Ierusalem peace of Syon MUch endeered The cheefest parts of gods seruice are either prayer â—…r praise Prayer for vvhat vve vvant Praise in thanks giuing for vvhat vve haue receaued The svveete singer of Israell in his heauenly composed hymes vseth â—…oth to pray to god to praise â—…od I
coÌ„panie â—…f the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough The blessing of both vvorlds in â—…rist Iesus WElbeloued There is nothing more comfortable to a spirituall minded maÌ„â—…n to muse meditate of his â—…arture hence into the blessed â—…t of Christ in the other life â—… to a vvordling that vvould â—…ld vp a rest for his body here â—…g a requiem to his soule in this â—…le of teares nothing is more fearefull hiddeous then for hiâ—… to heare death spoken of We mâ—… therefore examine our selues vvhether vve can sing a song ofâ—… in this exile and banishmeÌ„t vvhther vve can solace our selues in hymnes songs of our ends aâ—… departure hence For vve mâ—… hence Nothing more sure but tâ—… tyme vvhen the place vvhere 〈◊〉 the manner hovv Nothing morâ—… vnsure It is sufficient that gâ—… telleth vs our life is but a flovâ—… that fadeth an hovver thâ—… passeth a shadovve that departâ—… a vanity that vexeth a momeÌ„t tâ—… vvarneth a nothing vvhen vvâ—… haue done all vve can For â—… thoughts our faults our purposâ—… our proiects our loues our liuâ—… vvhen our breath departetâ—… perisheth in the tvvinckling of O then let vs meditate muse our selues and sing say to our â—…les that our end the last â—…ings are not the least but the best â—…ngs that vve can consider of to â—…rtifie vs make vs meete for â—…e sauing mercies of god in Christ vvhich I recomend you in my â—…arest loue rest Yours in life death W. LOE The first muse 1. â—…Eare soule thou hast thought of thy end And novve muse on the vvay â—…he first part is a life vvell spent The last is deaths doomes day 2. â—…all I call that the vvay of vvoe By vvhich vve passe to blisse sure there is noe vvay but that To bring me vvhere Christ is 3. â—…nd vvhat is death novve dost thou thinke But dovvne vvith all the stickes â—…f vvhich this earth tent of ours Is made that gainst god kickes 4. â—…eath is the farevvell of old frends Till they meete to be blest â—…eath is the iudge to quitt froÌ„ iayle The soule that longs for rest 5. Death makes the corps of claâ—… 〈◊〉 sleeâ—… But vvakes the soule to see Death payes the debte teares thâ—… boâ—… And all to sett thee free 6. There is a death of deaths my soule The death of hell and vvoe But Christ his death hath payd foâ—… thâ—… His vvord doth tell thee soe 7. O Christ my soule doth thinke on thâ—… And thankes thee day and nighâ—… That thou hast râ—…d me froÌ„ this deatâ—… By thy great povver and might 1. THOUGHT Thy Christ o soule hath set theâ—… free vvho through feare of death vverâ—… all their life time in bonds and thrall HEB. 2. 15. The second muse 1. â—… Muse my soule sith thou art safe Get home ene to thy rest â—…r god to praise in songs psalmes I hold it for the best 2. â—…y soule hovve canst thou feare to goe In stepps vvhere Christ hath bine â—…e hath to graue led thee the vvay O then leaue of to sinne 3. â—…or hire of sinne is death and graue To death are deepe fell vvayes â—…here needs noe kinues noe cords noe svvords It comes on nights and dayes 4. â—…ne by a slatt a flye a grape One by a bit of meate â—…ne by the ayre a flovver a thorne Comes to his doome so great 5. Why then my soule feare not thâ—… deaâ—… The sting of it is lost The bed of graue is svveete and safe Through Christ his care cost 6. Our sinne made death our foe at last Our frend Christ hath it made By death vve pass the port of rest When all things else doe fade 7. What if this giude doe lead my corps Through graue both darke fell â—… Whiles at that tyme my soule doth liue And vvith my Christ doth dvvâ—…ll 2. THOUGHT O my soule ioy be glad for thy Christ hath made thee say to death o death vvhere is thy death o graue vvhere is thy povver 1. COR. 15. 55. The third muse 1. WHat if my frends doe mourne for me And sobb and sigh in moane What if my seed doe crie and roare And greeue and vvaile and grone 2. This vvhile my soule sees him that vvas Once dead but novve doth liue And that for aye my Christ in god My lord that life doth giue 3. What care I vvho doth shutt mine â—…ies WheÌ„ death doth make me see As I am seene of god in Christ And then vvith him shall be 4. What if my life the vvorld doe not Set out in vvords of fame Whiles I liue vvith the god of life What care I for the same 5. If death shovvld still be foe to me He harmes but my vvorst part My best part farre out of his reacâ—… Scornes both his ruth and darâ—… 6. And more then this my corps once deaâ—… Feeles noe more sting of death But then my soule is free and liues In god by Christ his breath 7. Novve then my soule sich thou doâ—… beaâ—… Tvvo things vvrapt vp in breast Lett each part turne and goe seâ—… His seate his scite his rest 3. THOUGHT O god they that dvvelt in a darke place by thee haue seene the light they that vvalkt in the shade of death thoâ—… hast brought them to the light vvith great ioy peace ESAY 9. 2. The fourth muse 1. SHrinke not deare soule at sight of death Nor faint thou at gods call â—…ovve oft hast thou hard bells to passe For frends for foes for all 2. â—…ovve oft hast thou the sicke bede seene Of vvights in woe most rife â—…ovve oft haue things bine done to death And all to giue thee life 3. â—…nd canst thou hope that some vvay else For thee is made in sence WheÌ„ kings Prests rich poore And all must thus goe hence 4. â—…asse on my soule sing ioy In god that makes the graue A place for thee to pass to bliss And knovves vvhat thou vvouldst haue 5. Hovve oft hast thou seene eies fâ—… cloâ—… And heard by dint of svvord Hovve oft vaine men in field haâ—… fougâ—… In fence of a vaine vvord 6. What theÌ„ novve dost thou feare my soulâ—… The stage of death is bed And graue that rests our bones in peaâ—… That here on earth haue fed 7. Let them feare death vvhose hart mind Is more sicke theÌ„ their face Hovve canst thou feare since novve thy Christ Hath shed his bloud for grace 4. THOUGHT O giue me light that am set in a darke place shade of death and giude me by thy good grace o Christ to the vvay of peace LUCK 1. 79. The fift muse 1. WHat losse is this svveet soule to loose This corps this flesh this skinn â—…hen thou shalt vvinn thy god in Christ Thy selfe fred from thy sinn 2. â—…hen thou shalt see the soules the Saincts â—…n ioy in rest in blisse â—…heÌ„ thou this vvorld a sea of sinne A sinke a
is vext With this my flesh my mate 6. What shall I doe o lord my god Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free FroÌ„ this fell death of sinne shame That I thy grace may see 7. I thanke my god vvho haue me fieâ—… For his sonne Christ his sake To him for aye both night day My hymnes my songs I make O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne the strong ill man that rules raigns in my vveake flesh that I may say to him goe farre from me PSAL. 139. 19. â—…o 16. 24. The sixt Prayer 1. THe grace of god be all my giude His povver be all my staye His strength eke be to me a staffe By night eke by day 2. For he it is that hath me taught That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs Our lord our god in vevve 3. To god in hymnes still vvill I sing His praise is all my mirth The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise In all parts of the earth 4. If there be vvight that liues in life And doth not loue our god Let him tast of the lord of hosts His curse his vvrath his rod 5. But let the loue of god grace Of Christ be vvith you all That loue looke long for him To rid vs of our thrall 6. And let our god that brought froâ—… death Our Christ our grace our blisse Set vs vvith saincts in ioy in light Where as our Christ novve is 7. So shall vve tuÌ„e in that svveete quiâ—… Midst of those saincts in rest And see his saincts in light of light And so for aye be blest O god let them that hate thee flit from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne but let them that loue thee be glad ioy in thee PSAL. 68. 1. 〈◊〉 13. 20. The seuenth Prayer 1. O God vve are poore sheepe that stray In vvods in vvaies of sinne â—…ovve dovvne thine eare to vs heare And rid vs of this dinne 2. â—…hat vve may knovve thy grace in Christ That keepes vs as his flocke â—…hat leads vs forth to streames of ioy And setts vs on a rocke 3. â—…hat soe vve may ore see this vvorld And all the things in it â—…nd then doe place vs vp on high With him in ioy to sit 4. GrauÌ„t vs good lord that vve may see The good that doth thee please â—…o shall vve liue in hart in mind In ioy in rest in ease 5. Graunt lord vvhat thou dost bid â—… doâ—… That vve may doe the same Bid vvhat thou vvilt grauÌ„t vs gracâ—… And vve vvill praise thy name 6. To Christ our lord the lambe of goâ—… That shed his bloud for sinnes To rid vs from the feends of hell And all their crafts ginns 7. Be praisd of vs all tymes tyds In vvoe eke in vvealth And let the folke on all the earth Giue laud to him for health O lord god of our health I crie dâ—… night to thee let my grones come nigâ—… to thee bovve dovvne thine eare to 〈◊〉 sighes that I make to thee The song of songs Or the Canticle of Solomon betweene Christ his spouse the tvvo first chapters is set to the tune of Blessed are they that perfect are PSAL. CXIX 1. part To his much esteemed good freend Mr. WILLIAM CHRISTMAS Marchant one of the deacons of the English Church residing at Hamborough Grace here glory for euer in Christ. LOuing beloued frend The title of this heauenly hymne shevveth the excellency thereof For it is called the song of songs or the Canticles of vvise Soloman The subiecte is most sacred for it is the â—…uptiall loue song betvveene Christ his spouse Wherein their mutuall loues by svveete reseÌ„blaÌ„ces are mystically maruelously expressed What more comfortable song then to sing our harts loue vve beare to Christ in the blessed vnion by one spirit vvherby vve haue euerlasting life Tvvo of the first chapters of vvhich song I haue metaphrased into Monosyllables vvhich I haue bequethed to your loue as a signe of mine to seale both ours Receaue it as the rest of your colleagues for I vvish you all the happines of both vvorlds in the sauing mercies of Christ tâ—… vvhich I recommend you aâ—… that looke vpon you vvith loue resting Yours because of Christ W. LOE The first Song The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. O that thou vvouldst on me so cast Some lookes of thy svveete loue That thou maist make me deere to thee My hart vvith grace to moue 2. Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare And farre more sveete to me Then wealth or vvine or limbe or life Or ought that I can see 3. The svveete that I smell of thy name Is like an oyle most pure And pourd it is on all thy saincts Such is thy loue soe sure 4. O dravve me dravve me I vvill runne To bord to bed vvith thee O pull me pull me from my sinne O rid me set me free The spouses speakes 5. The good are glad in thee thy loue They long and looke for still They vvalke to thee they talke of thee And all to doe thy vvill 6. Graunt this o Christ and then vve shall Be all in all that is And thou shalt find that none of vâ—… Of thy grace ought to misse 7. O shevve me vvhom my soule doth loue Where thou dost feed at noone O vvhy should I thus freet feelâ—… The losse of thee so soone The second Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. O Thou my church vvhom I doe loue For vvhoÌ„ I shed my bloud 〈◊〉 thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue hast not seene the good 2. â—…hen gett thee to those flockes of mine where as they feed by those Whom I haue sett as giuds for them That I in loue haue chose 3. â—…here feed fatt thy selfe vvith foode That Saincts doe touch doe tast And tune their soules in thankes to me For loue that aye doth last 4. For deere thou art to me my loue For shape for strength for speede That none is like to thee my deere In thought in vvord in deede Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke Are set vvith pearls of grace With stones of price vvith chaynes of vvorth I loue to see thy face 6. These signes of loue are seales to thee What shall be thine else vvhere When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me O spouse my loue most deere 7. There spangs specks of gold most pure I le add to all the rest There shalt thou loue liue vvith me And eke for aye be blest The third Song The spouse speakes to her mates 1. SEe novve all ye that loue the lord Ye Nymphes ye Mayds of grace Whiles that my lord king novve seemes Farre of from me in place 2. And is in midst of troopes of saincts On highe vvhere he doth dvvell Where all doe tend on him in loue Where
Like necke doth beare vp head So those doe stay as tovver of strength Till they at full are fed 6. Her eies are like tvvo fonts most cleaâ—… In which vve may vvell see Our selues in face in fact in faith And dravve thence life glee 7. Her nose from vvhence vve sent the good Is as some tovver of state For she can Iudg find it out From tyme to tyme past date The second speach Christ speakes still 1. HEr tire of head is full of Grace To all that doe it see And I am tyde by mine ovvne vvill O loue to be vvith thee 2. O loue hovve full in all thy parts Dvvells loue life by me Hovve svveet faire art thou in all When I doe looke on thee 3. Thy grovvth is like a Palme tree tall For prest thou dost rise more Thy teats are full of milke mirth And yeald thy babes great store 4. I said I vvill goe to my tree And ioyne me to my Palme make it yeald all salues for sores To cure all vvounds as Balme Christ speach still 5. And I vvill cause her for to yeâ—… Good vvorkes of faith life And vvâ—…h her povver to driue 〈◊〉 her The sinnes that aâ—…e so rife 6. The soules that thirsts shall haue their fill Her vvords shall spring aâ—… vvine By mouthes of those that teach my lore And preach those lavves of miâ—…e 7. Yea they shall cause the lippâ—… of hiâ—… That sleepes snorts in sinne To speake praise the god of 〈◊〉 That rouzd him from that diâ—… The third speach The church speakes 1. Such as I am I am not mine But his that loud me deere In none but him vvill I be glad None but him vvill I feare 2. For he once gaue him selfe for me And made of me his choyce Him vvill I heare he is my deere Its life to heare his voice 3. â—… come my loue let ts lodg all night In fields in tovvnes let ts goe And see hovve all our flockes doe feede Letts runne as svvift as roe 4. Vp to the vines let ts hast in morne And vevve hovve they doe bud And see the signes of fruits grace And looke if they be good The Church speakes 5. For hence vve shall knovve full our tyme When vve shall ioyne in one In all the blisse that I haue made To quitt thee of thy mone 6. See loue thy plants both in them selues Doe bud bloome most fresh And yeald a sent to moe them by That are but young neshe 7. All plants that grovve in vs I keepe Both old young I loue And all for thee o Christ my god Thy Grace lookes to moue The fourth speach The old Ievvish Church speaketh 1. O that I might my Christ once see Clad in this flesh of mine find him here on earth to dwell Made one once of my line 2. TheÌ„ vvould I kisse cull my Deere The vvorld could not me touch But if it did I vvould not passe Nor think of it so much 3. Then vvould I bring thee to the light Though novve pent vp in darke And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve My Christ my god by marke 4. Then vvould I feast thee vvith the best with cupps of loue grace TheÌ„ vvould the soules in Christ be glad To vevve our rest place The old Ievvish church speaketh 5. His left hand then should stay my head His right hand stay my hart theÌ„ I vvould not feare the vvâ—…d Nor hell nor death his dart 6. His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead raise me vp cleane gone His light vvould make me shine aâ—… pearle O like him there is none 7. charge you o ye saincts that loue Dare not to greeue my decre Nor once to stirre him vp in ire But learne his vvrath to feare The fift speach Christ speaketh 1. WHo is this that from denns of sinne From lusts life most leaud Doth â—…and her selfe gainst all the ill shevves her vvrath feud 2. Iâ—… not my church o it is shee Whom I haue loud of old And did her take from povvers of hell When she vvas bought sold. 3. And her froÌ„ ire of sinne shame Where shee had falne from me I raisd to life from depth of hell I quitt I sett her free 4. For there by faith she leand on me And I to her gaue vvay Then shee to me did ope her hart And thus to me did say The Ievvisch church speaketh 5. O sett me as a signe a seale On hart on arme on all O hold me deere my loue my Christ For I to thee doe call 6. Let naught me moue from thy svveet loue Lest greefe me gore vvoe For the least shade vvhen thou art gone Doth shevv to me my foe 7. The zeale vvhere vvith I loue my Deere Is like the graue most â—…ell And burnes me vp like coles of fire To saue my soule from hell The sixt speach The Ievvish church speaketh 1. YEa more then fire or flame it is Noe source can quench this loue 〈◊〉 paines noe gaines or loss or crosse From him my hart can moue 2. â—…oe vvealth noe peelfe noe feare no force All this I scorne should me â—…nce moue to thinke or ioy in ought But in his grace glee 3. â—…e haue a plant deere loue thou knovvst The church that thou hast chose â—…rom out the Iles so farre froÌ„ heÌ„ce O vve vvould not her lose 4. â—…he is but smale of grovvth as yet For vvant of thy good grace â—…ut if thou cast a looke on her And let her see thy face The Ievvish speaketh 5. Hovve fresh hovve faire vvill the come forth And grovve beare to thee Hâ—…r buds her bloomes her fruits of faith All good faire to see Christ speaketh 6. If she be firme fast to me As vvall as tovver of strength I le make her pure sure in league By vvord deed at length 7. And if she vvill giue vvay to me And to my vvords giue eare I le make her safe in league of peace And she shall be my deere The seuenth speach The Ievvish Church speaketh 1. The faith loue that thou dost seeke In her thou findst in me â—…y plea of faith found Grace Peace Ivvas ioynd to thee 2. The vvant of vvords to feed thy saincts Which thou in her dost craue â—…s not in me to doe thy vvill Hovve then should she it haue 3. Grat thee to her thy Grace in good And shee vvill to thee bend â—…he vvill thee serue in vvord deede If thou thy grace her send Christ speaketh 4. My spouse is as a vine to me She flovvers fruits doth yeald â—…he is the corne that brings me thrift grovves faire in my feild The Ievvish church speaketh 5. My vine shall aye be in my sight Yea till the vvorld haue end I vvill it dress keepe my selfe And grace peace it lend 6. Sith thus I care for thee