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
praise god To morrovve vve shall liue For to loue is to liue vvhere vve loue the◅e vve liue If vve loue god vve shall liue in him by our prayers by our prayses all by one spirit O then let vs so loue him that vve may liue in him in our daylie voices that they may be hard to his glory our comfort good example of our brethren The god of heauen ioy your ◅art in all your life in your death that vve may all meete to sing together in the quire of heauen vvith the angells in the sauing mercies of our Sauiour Christ. Yours much more then mine ovvne W. LOE The first speach The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. IN ◅ed I sought my loue by night But could not find him there I sought him but he vvas farre off And did not come me neere 2. I rose vvalkt the streates to see If my soule could him find Whom I did vvant yet found I not The day starre of my mind 3. Thē rā I straight to those that teach And vvatch vvaite for me And sayd to thē cā ye shevve novve Where I my loue might see 4. And thus halfe spent vvith care cost My soule gan faint faile Loe then my loue did shevve himselfe vvould not let me quaile The spouse speakes to Christ. 5. So that by a nevve acte of faith I savve vvhere he vvas not We misse him in our beds of rest The vvorld is not his lott 6. The streets are strayts of cost care Where vve doe lose him quite But in the vvord soule of man We feele him in his might 7. But vvhē I found him hold I tooke Fast hold on him I layd Noe more to part vvith him at all Then he to me thus sayd The second speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. NOvve that my spouse hath toyld all night And lokt longd for me I charge you all that are my frends And looke to liue in glee 2. Stirre her not vp nor vvake my deere With toyes or tales of yore But let her rest in peace ioy And vexe her novve noe more 3. Oh vvho is this that comes so faire From out the foule vvorlds lane And hath shakt of her slough of sinne That vvould haue beene her bane 4. It is my Church my chaire of state Where I doe loue to be It is my doue my stay my deere It glads me her to see Christ speakes to his spouse 5. That is so quitt from vvorld of wo◅ From sinke of sinne shame She seekes to me for all her vvants Shee trusts to my great name 6. She smells as myrrh spice of cost Gracd vvith my chaines of loue She is my spouse no spott she hath She is my milke vvhit doue 7. All faire and full of grace most bright She comes she rūns to me Come on my deere make thou noe stay Thy loue thy life to see The third speach The spouse speakes 1. O novve my soule thou hast a glymse Of ioy that is on highe O blest are they that vevve it all Or doe that place come nighe 2. The courts on earth of kings most greate Are rich rare to vevve But this vvhere my Christ rules raignes For aye is faire nevve 3. The gard of this great court of state Are Saincts sprights of might That doe his vvill at all his beckes And dvvell vvith him in light 4. The courts of kings are made vvith hands Their care their cost is vaine But here 's a Court not made by mē Where my svveet Christ doe raigne The spouses speaketh 5. He in him selfe is all the state He giues his court the grace He is the light the hight the all That is still in that place 6. Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ see this court of rayes O take a vevve of this your life O seeke it all your dayes 7. Christ is your Bride groome you are To him a spouse most bright He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre And gaynd you vvith his might The fourth speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. HOvve faire art thou my deare my spouse With out eke vvith in Hovve voyd of filth or spotts of shame Of sinke or stinch of sinne 2. For I doe purge thee of the same My vvord doth make thee free they that teach to thee my lore Are all most svveet to thee 3. Their speach is full of grace loue To those that heare the same ◅heir vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue To keepe thee frō all blame 4. Those that doe rule giude the stearne Are as the necke to head They are both strong stout to gard The soules that they haue fed Christ speakes to his spouse 5. The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve Are breasts full fraught vvith milke And all that sucke the ioyce of thē Are clad in robes of silke 6. That is the grace of Saincts such Shall shine in rayes of rest Till day doth davvne shad doth fade And they for aye be blest 7. Thus art thou faire my loue in me In thee there is noe spott I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere Cleane voyd of sinne or blott The fift speach Christ speakes still 1. O novve my loue I haue thee sought And brought thee frō the lands I haue the led in bands of grace From out the curse bands 2. To me from all parts of the earth I vvill the giude call quite thou shalt be frō the bands Of them that did thee thra◅l 3. Who once did vexe greeue thee sore In bane in bloud in vvoe But I vvill set thee safe from them And rid thee from thy foe 4. For thou my hart hast caught with loue One cast of thy faire e◅e Of faith I meane doth vvound my hart which made me faint die Christ speakes still 5. All svveets the vvorld can yeald to me Are banes to thy svveet ◅mell Thou art my spouse in life death The graue shall not thee quell 6. The vvords vvhich from thy lipps doe droppe When thou dost pray or praise Are farre more svveet to me then svveets That sunne doth see by dayes 7. Thou art a spring to me shutt vp A vvell seald by my ring Frō vvhēce doth flowe pure streams of loue To me thy lord king The sixt speach Christ speakes 1. THou art closd vp my spouse my Deere That none might doe thee ill That force of foes nor rage of fēds On thee might doe their vvill 2. That noe vvild Boore of vvood so fell Thy rootes thy plants might marre For I looke on thee vvith mine eies And vevve their ire a farre 3. Thy plants are like svveet fruits of choice My deere ones all they are Of thee them as of mine eies I vvatch haue a care 4. Svveet sent as Myrrhe cane ye yeald As all cheefe spice of choice So are thy plants o Deere to me
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
voice is this so shrill That souÌ„ds thus in mine eare O put from them their sinns o god That knovves not vvhat 's thy feare 2. Is not thy voice o Christ On crosse vvhen thou didst hang And eke for those that did thee kill I st not thy voice that sang 3. A tune to god on highe With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd To see thy deere loue stretch so farre made the vvorld so easd 4. They knevve not vvhat they did Was ere such a thing seene To pray for those that made a prey In vvoes so sharp so keene 5. O soule full oft thou hast Not knovven vvhat thou hast done Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe But in thy Christ gods sonne 6. O pray my soule for them That hate thee to the graue And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once Its Christ that must thee saue 7. When foes doe curse blesse them For Christ hath taught thee so who prayd for such as did him kill And brought to curse vvoe The next dumpe ON THE NEXT WORD Verily I say vnto thee This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice Luck 23. v. 43. 1. O soule looke vp to this And harke vvhat voice thou hearst Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death Doth heare vvhat i st thou fearst 2. Then sure he vvill thee heare And giue eare to thy crye Novve that he sitts on throne in state is thy god so nighe 3. A theefe doth cry call Christ heares him by and by O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure If thou dost call cry 4. O learne it is but one To vvhom Christ grants an eare That sued to him in death at last And sought him in his feare 5. Yet it is one my soule Least thou shouldst faynt dye And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare In death vvhen thou shalt cry 6. And yet it is but one Least soule thou shouldst be proud And thinke that god vvould heare thee still When that thy cry is loud 7. O learne svveet soule by this To sue to god in life driue not of till death doe come To die in iarre strife The third Dumpe ON THE THIRD WORD Behold thy mother Behold thy sonne John 19. v. 26. 27 1. SEe soule if ere the like Was hard that novve is seene That Christ should care in midst of death And greefes that vvere so keene 2. For those that could not helpe But savve him in that plight Burst soule and die to see his loue To her that bare his might 3. And eke to him vvhose lone Was fixt sure in his breast That Christ should care in midst of greefe That he should liue in rest 4. She that vvhose seede did bruse The head of hell death Hath hart all prest vvith vvoe and greefe To see Christ lose his breath 5. O child see that thou loue And loke and long for good To those that haue thee borne bred are thee nighe in bloud 6. Shall not our Christ loue those Thinke you that searue him still And haue a care of all such folke That seeke to doe his vvill 7. My soule they are all deare He cares for all their seede Ne shall there one that serues ouâ—… god Be void of his full meede The fourth dumpe ON THE FOURTH WORD My god my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me MAT. 27. VERS 46. 1. O novve my soule giue eare To this great cry and yell That shakes the heauens moues the earth And teares the povvers of hell 2. My god my god cries Christ Why putts thou me thee fro And vvhy dost hide thy face froÌ„ me As if I vvere thy foe 3. O soule he cries for thee That thou maist haue gods light And nere be cast in pit full lovve And hid out of his sight 4. This cry did darke the sunne In full smyle of its beames O soule doth not it dymme thy sight And cause of teares full streames 5. My soule great is our sinnes That causd these groanes cries My eares that heare are dull and deafe My hart it faynts dies 6. What paine didst thou o Christ For me base vvretch then beare That thou didst yell cry roare In such great greefe feare 7. Wast not that I might nere Feele god goe from my hart Wast not o Christ that I might noâ—… Of hell once feele the smart The fift dumpe ON THE FIFT WORD I thirst Iohn 19. v. 28. 1. What thirst vvas this o Christ That thou dist feele so fell That made thee call for drinke in drought That causd thee thus to yell 2. Wast not for my poore soule Thou didst cry in thy thirst That I might tast the streames of ioy That man had at the first 3. And nere to thirst for aye But haue the streames full glad That ioy the hart soule all And blesse the mind that 's sad 4. Thou art the rocke o Christ From vvhence the source doth flovve That makes vs feele noe thirst at all But vp vvards for to grovve 5. Come to this source my soule And drench thy deepe sad mind Thou cast not chuse but here thou must A vvell of blisse sure find 6. For Christ didst thirst for thee That thou mights drinke I say The streames that flovve from throne of god vvhere Christ doth dvvell for aye 7. All soules doe thirst for this All saincts for this doe crye bray as harts doe for the flouds And so to faynt dye The sixt dumpe ON THE SIXT VVORD It is finished IOHAN 19. vers 30. 1. NOvve all is done my soule That can be done for thee The houres of death povvers of hell Are all put farre from me 2. Christ novve hath paid the debt The bond in tvvo is rent The lavve the curse the vvoe the crosse Is laid on him that 's sent 3. Loe Christ hath tane from thee Thy sinne thy shame thy crosse And rid thee from the hags of hell That vvould haue vvrought thy losse 4. Novve is the vvorld all iudgd All povvers of death hell Haue done their vvorst novve in vvoe Doe cry roare yell 5. It s done It s done saith Christ Ye all is past cleare That thou my soule maist liue in blisse be to god most deare 6. Is this the vvay o Christ That vve tast vvoe vvith thee That so vve may once rule raigne And thy svveet face still see 7. O lett thy vvill o lord Be done of vs in fine And by vs let thy vvill be done That still vve may be thine The seuenth dumpe ON THE SEVENTH WORD Father into thy hands doe I commend my spirit Luck 23. vers 46. 1. O come ioy of mine hart seaze my soule vvith this What is there ought in the vvide vvorld That caÌ„ be more to blisse 2. Then for my soule to heare My Christ his soule to giue In to the hands of god my lord There still for aye to liue 3. Novve soule thou seest thy blisse And vvhere thou maist be sure To haue thy rest thy ioy thy stay Thy loue thy life thy cure 4. O blest are they that dye They rest from all their care When once the lord doth sett them free What Death or Hell can dare 5. In his o soule thy Christ For thine made suite to god Thou needst not feare the day of death Nor graue nor hell his rod 6. For thou art safe in him That keepes thy life in store And it is hid in Christ thy lord What canst thou vvishe novve more 7. O soule Die in these vvords Giue vp thy selfe in fine To god in Christ feare no ill For he saies Thou art mine To him that made these Hymnes WHen vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like muse Hovv on vvhile drencht in sobs sighs for sinne And yet more lâ—…vv the Paths of death doth vse There seisd vvith greef yet prayes then sours euen in Heauens gate it self and there true loue doth find And then its Christ doth see and vevv his payne His cross his speare-pearst side his greef of mind Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy greef as on half slayne I must euen at thy muse hovv vvell hovv fit it lymms It s greef sobs sighs tears in tunes in songs hymns I. P. To him that made these hymns THer 's but one god that this vvorld one hath made One Christ one Truth one faith one hope one loue To serve this one in hymns of ones dost shade Thy zeale to teach vs that in one vve moue Loe as thy hymns be ones so is thy name but odd Hovv fitt both name hymns doe ioyne to praise one god Thus ten one in one thou hast novve framd That vve in one should keepe the lavve often Thus by seaven seaven thou hast them so namd For seaven tymes seaven day by day vve breake them Loe your hymns of one Ten one seaven by seaven Learns god to laud his lavve to keepe the vvay to heauen G. F. Aleph Betâ—… Gimel Daleth 〈◊〉 Vau. Zain Heth. Teth. Jod Caph. Lamed Mem. Nun. samech Aiâ—… Pe. Zade Koph Resch Shin Than Aleph Beth. Gimel Daleth He. Vâ—… Zain Heth. Teth. Iod. Caph. Lamed Meâ—… Nun. samech Ain Pe. Zade Koph Resh Shin Thâ—…u
doe I lord both day and night For grace both beg and craue 2. SIGHE. O that there vvere such an hart iâ—… me to feare thee to keepe all thâ—… lavves that it might goe vvell vvith me mine for aye The third straine 1. LOrd turne thee to thy grace That once thou shewedst to me O saue me not for my good acts I seeke I sue to thee 2. My soule vvhy dost thou faint And art vvith greefe soe prest My hart my mind vvhy doe you thus Fret â—…ore vvithin my brest 3. Trust soule to god for aye And thou the time shalt see When thou shalt thinke thanke him still For health peace to thee 4. For vvhy his vvrath doth last A space and then doth slacke But in his face grace for aye Thou canst not ioy long lacke 5. Though gripes and greefes full sorâ—… Doe lodge vvith thee all night Yet ioy and grace shal be at hand Ere that the day be light 6. The lord is kind and meeke When vve doe make him greeue He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv Great grace he doth vs giue 7. And loe vvhat loue good men To their ovvne seede doe beare Like grace the lord doth shevve to such As searue him in his feare 3. SIGHE. O that I had vvings like a doue my svvete loue that I might fly hence to thee so be at rest both in mind in thought in hart in soule and in mine vvhole The fourth straine 1. THE lord that made me knovves My shape my mould my lust â—…vve vveake hovve vaine hovve fraile hovve fond And that I am but dust 2. god in me set vp A pure hart in thy sight â—…d eke in all my parts let be A good and meeke svveete spright 3. With thy svveete spright of povver Cure thou o lord my sore And I shall teach the good and ill To bovve to thy svvete lore 4. My soule doth pant and bray Mine hart is neere at rest â—…t seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill And vvhat may please thee best 5. O vvould it might thee please My vvaies to sett in right That I might both in hart and deed Thy lavves to keepe in sight 6. O lord I doe tend still My daies my time to serue That I nor mieÌ„ may haue a thought From thy lavves once to svverue 7. O saue me then o god Looke on me vvith thy health For that I rate at such a price More theÌ„ the vvide vvorlds wealth 4. SIGHE. O let the vvords of my mouth the thoughts of my hart the tune of my voice touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne Eue none daye The fift straine 1. WIth ioy lord of the Iust Let my poore soule be fraught That I may liue in peace and glee And free from all that 's naught 2. Lord keepe me for in thee I stay and stand and feed Thou art my god and of my goods O lord thou hast noe need 3. I giue them to the Saincts That in the vvorld doe dvvell Yea to the folke of faith and loue Whose care is to doe vvell 4. My hart is prest for aye And eke my tongue is soe I vvill raise vp my soule in song In spight of hell and foe 5. To praise my god that hath Shevvd loue and life to me And made me scape both bloud blovve And soe did sett me free 6. O lord vvhat shall I pay To thee for this thy grace I vovve to thee my selfe my life My loue and all my race 7. Grant lord I beg and pray In thee that vve may rest So shall our soules sing to thy praise And aye in thee be blest 5. SIGHE. O my god vvhy art thou gone from me and vvhy dost thou hide thâ—… svveete face from my prayer for seeke thee sue to thee vvith all mâ—… hart and that thou knovvst full vvell The sixt straine 1. MY soule giue praise to god My spright shall doe the same â—…d all the parts of hart and mind Shall praise for aye his name 2. â—…ue thankes for all his gifts Shevv soule thy selfe most kind â—…d let not his good deeds to thee Once slipp out of thy mind 3. â—…e quitt thee of thy faults He rid thy life from death â—…is good his grace doth vvaite on thee His vvord doth giue thee breath 4. If thou vvert brought to graue And turnd to mould dust Yet he vvill giue thee life in store As he to thee is iust 5. Teach me then lord to knovve Thy lavve thy loue thy lore Thy vvorkes thy vvords as signes sealâ—… I le lay them vp in store 6. O day of ioy to me When I learnd first to knovve Hovve for to scape my selfe my sinâ—… And hell that is soe lovve 7. I giue mine all to thee My bud my branch my fruite I beg of thee o lord my god To grant to me my suite 6. SIGHE. O my god to thy hands I giue â—… spright thou hast bine a pledge for mâ—… and that to death o god Thou art thâ—… the god both of my health life râ—… for aye The seuenth straine 1. O Lord thou hast me tride And day by day dost knovve 〈◊〉 thoughts my vvords my lookes my deeds My sighs my groans my vvoe 2. â—…y bones they are not hid Thou knevvst them all each one â—…r in thy note they vvere all vvrote Each ioynt and bone by bone 3. â—…ie still and search mine hart My thoughts proue day night â—…d if the ill doe touch me lord O leade me to the right 4. â—…r thou canst rule my raines As vvhen I vvas in vvombe giude me in this life of mine And rest me in my tombe 5. Keepe me from men that muse Of bloud of bane of ill O let me thinke of thee o lord And hovve to doe thy vvill 6. So shall noe shame me taynt My corps my goods my namâ—… So shall I rest in ioy and peace And touch noe blot of shamâ—… 7. So shall thy folke for me Be glad and sing thy praise So shall my selfe my seed my soâ—… Be thine in all my daies 7. SIGHE. O let not my suite come in 〈◊〉 to thee but heare o my god anâ—… to my soule I am and vvill be thy 〈◊〉 from hell thy port from the sea of 〈◊〉 vvorld and vvill bring thee to theâ—… of blisse A months minde â—…o Thinke on death muse 〈◊〉 the graue that the feare of death â—…ay not be fierce vvhen Christ shall call vs out of this vvorld is to be song in the tune of I sayd I vvill looke to my vvaie PSALM XXXIX death I vvill be thy death saith â—…rist for he is the death of death the â—…eath of sinne the life of man the breath of god for man to liue there in vvorld vvith out end HAMBOROUGH Januarij 24. 1620. To his much respected good frend Mr. THOMAS BARKER one of â—…e assistants of the worthy
all things sure goes vvell 3. Yet see his grace doth stoope to me I feele him vvith me here By povver of spright by gifts of light He comes to me most neere 4. And though I be much ioy to him Yet he is all to me As bunch of myrrhe tvvixt both my breasts So svveete to hart is he The spouse to her mates 5. Oh is there ought in the wide world That smells that smiles as he Ah svveete ah svveete my soule doth feele His loue a life to me 6. His loue layd close to my poore hart To sence giues such a touch That for his loue to dye to dye I vvould not thinke it much 7. Watch then vvayte ye maids that mourne For this my loue vvill come And iudge he vvill in truth povver The folke both all some The fourth Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. DEere spouse noe loue is lost on me To me thou art most svveete To see thee clad in clothes of grace With rings roabs most meete 2. â—… ioy I like I loue thee deere Hovve faire hovve fresh art thou None like to thee in shine of face As I looke on thee novve 3. Hovve chast hovve choice art thou my deere Thine eies like doues doe looke Thine hart thy mind thy thoughts thy all I vvrite theÌ„ in my booke The spouse speakes to Christ. 4. Nay thou my deere thou art the cheefe The choice the sunne the shine From thee o Christ I haue these raies For they are none of mine Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Thou art o Christ full of this grace Thou art the sea the spring And from thee I doe take these streames to thee theÌ„ doe bring 6. As thankes for all thy loue to me And to thy saincts each one Who troope in bands to serue thee still Though here they vveepe mone 7. For they are sure to rest in blisse When thou shalt call them home From out this sea of sobs sighes That doth soe frett â—…ome The fift Song CAP. 2. Christ speakes to his spouse 1. DEere spouse I am both faire and svveete Of feild I am the rose And sure all such as liue by me Full choice I am to those 2. All things else that this vvorld hath be Vile vveeds vvhich are most base â—… am the svveet the sence the smell That yeald them all the grace 3. thou o loue art mongst the maids All choice cheefe in vevve Nought in the earth is like to thee In face in shine in hue The spouse speakes to Christ. 4. â—… thou my deare that one I loue Thou art the tree of life Thy shade let sheeld me from all harms And I vvill be thy vvife The spouse speakes 5. Thou vvith thy spright shalt lead me forth To the svveete streames of good And I shall be fresht vvith thy loue Wrought to me in thy bloud 6. O stay me stay me take a care O cheare my soule that faints O come for I am sicke of loue To liue in midst of saincts 7. O put thy left hand to my head Thy right hand to my side O stay me vp both head hart And still be thou my giude The sixt Song The spouse speakes 1. â—… charge ye o you soules of saincts By roes hindes of loue â—…ake heed hovve you dooâ—…vexe greeue The spright of my svveete doue 2. â—…ake heed you vvrong not his great name with life soe leaud so vaine And doe not dare to moue his ire Who vvould saue you so fayne 3. â—…oe I doe call he doth heare And sends to me his voice My mouÌ„ts of sinnes hills of shame Haue not so lovvd a noice 4. Noe roe noe hind soe svvift caÌ„ ruÌ„ne Nor make such speede as he When I doe call or crâ—…e for him He comes he runnes to me The spouse speakes 5. And though this vaile of my baseflesh A full sight bares me fro Yet vvitâ—… mine eye of â—…aith I looke On him that loues me soe 6. I see him as in a cleare glasse I see him shine full bright Through grates of vvords gates of life My soule of him hath sight 7. And novve me thinkes I heare him speake And thus to me doth say O church o spouse lift vp thy head O faire one come thy vvay The seuenth Song Christ speakes 1. â—…he storme is past of greefe woe The spring of ioy is seene all things novve are fresh faire And full nevve greene 2. â—…n highe is ioy on earth is peace To men a great good vvill â—…d all the quire of saincts doe sing To shevve their loue their skill 3. â—…ot buds but â—…iggs fruits are seene Of grace of ioy of loue come my deere shake of thy sleepe Come on my milke vvhite doue 4. â—… let me heare thy voice my deere O plye me vvith thy plaints â—… looke thou vp though face be sad I le place thee vvith my saincts Christ speakes 5. O all ye that vvishe vvell to me And to my church name Put froÌ„ my deere all those that seekâ—… Her faith her loue to blame The spouse speakes 6. For he is mine by faith trust And I am his by loue We both are one by his great powâ—… I long to see my doâ—…e 7. O come as svvift as Roe or Hind My loue my life to me Till day doe breake till sunne doâ—… shinâ—… Till shade of death doth flee A Canticle or song Of the third fourth chapters of the song of Solomon being Metaâ—…hrased into Monosylables of Great Brittains language is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god And is set to the tune of Helpe lord for good godly men PSAL. XII To his much esteemed good frend Mr. ISAAC LEE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of the marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb Encrease of glory MOre theÌ„ much beloued when god brought man forth at the first he put him not into a vvildernes but into a garden a paradise place of pleasure wherby I see that his sacred maiestie did not reioyce in the misery but in the delight happines of his creatures Cheerefulnes therefore pleaseth god better then dulnes 〈◊〉 heauines of hart Let vs be godly good in our pleasures it vvill neuer displease our maker neither vvill he grudge or repinâ—… at our ioy To this purpose haue I framed certayne hymns for thâ—… priuat solace of such as shall take delight there in One portion vvhereof I haue consecrated to you Let yt haue acceptance of you by your practice of yt I expect 〈◊〉 other guerdon for my paines For the highest knovves vvith vvhat an honest hart I composed this the rest vvhat a desire I had in the framing thereof for the good of many I haue euer hated epicurean resolution Let vs eate drinke to morrovve vve shall dye But I haue euer loued entyre 〈◊〉 exhortacion Let 〈◊〉 vs pray