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A43384	Select hymns, taken out of Mr. Herbert's Temple, and turn'd into the common metre To be sung in the tunes ordinarily us'd in churches.; Temple. Selections	Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700.	1697 (1697)	Wing H1515A; ESTC R221290	17,526	49

regard He from on high view'd the sad State Which David's House prest hard But now all Nations shall the Church Call above others Blest David's Seed b'ing of David's Throne Eternally possest 3. Great are the Works that He hath done Who himself is great of Might But of all Names 'T is Holiness That does him most Delight All Names but that of Mercy which In him is still the same He does to Generations keep With them who fear his Name 4. To all besides by 's Arm He 's known His Strength none can repel His Arm alone the proud pulls down Spoils Plots laid deep as Hell He Kingdoms sways and gives the Crowns To those i' th' Dust who lay With good things He the hungry fills Sends Rich empty away 5. Isr'el thus hath He fill'd thus rais'd Thus rais'd He doth uphold B'ing mindful of his Name be prais'd His Cov'nant past of old According to his Promise made To Abr'ham and his Seed Ev'n all whom Abr'hams Faith doth make Parties unto the Deed. The Song of Zacharias To the Tune of Psalm 100. ISrael's great God be ever prais'd Who Isr'el from the Dust hath rais'd He 's mindful of his ancient Care Forgotten when we thought we were Isr'el to visit He came down The Prison Doors wide open thrown Redemption for us He hath wrought And to the Throne the Captive brought To David's Throne and 't is his Son Sprung from his Loyns holds David's Throne With Empire which no time can bound With Subjects in all Countreys found By Prophets which have been of old In ev'ry Age He this foretold For ev'ry Age have Prophets been E're since the World did first begin This to foretel that God our State Would save and our wrongs vindicate Not for our sakes but to perform The Mercy promised and Sworn Promis'd the Fathers who first were But which He did to Abr'ham swear By sacred Oath to be no more Doubted though stablish't 't was before God the most High by Himself swore That we from Heav'n should have the Power His noble Service to attend Fearless of all that may offend Deliver'd from our En'mies Hands Their captive Chains and servile Bands In Righteousness and Holy Praise Which constant last through all our Days And now He comes who this hath wrought Who hath this great Salvation brought And now His Prophet shall prepare His Ways which deep and wondrous are To teach and make his Isr'el know Whence their Salvation's source doth flow That from Remission of their Sin The mighty source doth first begin Through tender Mercy He the way To Pardon does by Grace display That Grace whereby Day-spring on high Visits with Streams which ne're shall dye Streams of a pure Aether'al Light T'shine on those who in Darkness sit Death's shadow shall with Rays increase To guide our Feet i' th' ways of Peace The Song of Simeon 1. ENough my God I beg no more Thou canst no more bestow My Pray'rs are answer'd I adore The Word which forth did go The Word which like Thee knows no change I am content to Dye The Time is sittest now Lord since Thy Word and Life 's so nigh 2. Nigh is the Word nor hath Death come Me and thy Christ between As nigh is Life thy other Word Thus happy have I been Two Words fulfill'd one t'other seen Makes me desire to dye Who would not mortal Life exchange For Immortality 3. In Peace my God I dye and Thou In Peace dismissest me Since with these Eyes before their Change I thy Salvation see I need not rise to see as they Who by Faith only saw What I within my Arms do hold The end of all their Law 4. Hail blest Salvation Hail thou Who bring'st it Blessed Child In whom as Holy Men foretold All Truths shall be fulfill'd Hail Saviour and Salvation Prepar'd of God to be This lower World's Redemption And th' Angels scrutiny 5. Such is thy Cov'nant who before All Nations dost prepare What shall with Praise all Nations fill As in Him all have share He as a Sun to a dark World Shall rise with scatter'd Light But Isr'els Glory shall with Rays Be like his own Flames Bright Adoration of the Twenty Four Elders Rev. 11.17 To the Tune of Psalm 100. THou' rt worthy Honour to receive Honour'd are we who Honour give Thou in one now collected hast All Time the Future Present Past. We Praise Thee Lord for that thou 'st ta'ne To Thee thy Power and dost Reign Thy Wrath is come and so the Time When thou wilt Sentence ev'ry Crime And hence the Nations troubled are The Dead must for their Judge prepare They rise and as their Works have been Glory or Shame 's on all brows seen Saints Prophets all that fear thy Name Both small and great shall Praise the same But Vengeance stops the Sinners Mirth And Spoils the Spoilers of the Earth The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. 15.13 To the Tune of Psalm 148. HOw mighty are thy Works And marvellous thy Praise Lord God Almighty Just And True are all thy Ways Blest King of Saints Who would nor fear Thy Presence dread Which Thrones revere Who would not fear Thee Lord Who would not glorifie That wondrous Name of thine Which thou hast rais'd so high Thy Holy Name By which thou' rt known For Holiness Is thine alone Take then thou blessed King What is thy proper due And through all Coasts and Lands Thy proper right pursue That ev'ry Coast And every Land May worship Thee And wondring stand Ioy at the overthrow of Babylon Rev. 9.1 To the Tune of Psalm 100. SIng Hallelujah to our King Honour and Pow'r and Glory sing For true and righteous are his Ways He both deserves and hath our Praise Most true and righteous is his Doom Who hath in Judgment overcome The Whore stands chain'd and dumb withal Without a Friend or Voice to call For judg'd she is who th' Earth did stain With a vile prostituted Train He hath aveng'd the Blood she shed She dying ever is never Dead Sing 〈◊〉 to our King Worship and Laud and Praises bring Behold how up her smoak does rise Who dying ever never dyes Ev'n so Amen Lord be it so That all the Earth thy Power may know That all one Song with us may Sing Ev'n Hallelujah to our King Baptismal Covenant Mostly out of the Book of Psalms Exod. 15.2 THou art my God I will prepare For Thee a dwelling Place Thou art my Fathers God and I Will Praise thy wondrous Grace Psal. 22.4 Thou art my Fathers God and they Trusting in Thee were glad For all thy saving Health whilst I As yet no being had Gen. 17.7 Deut. 17.9 God of my Fathers and their Seed For so thy Cov'nant is And thou dost keep thy Cov'nant fare To thousands of Degrees Exod. 21.6 When at the Door the Ear was bor'd The Servant leaves it never He is a Servant in that House He and his Seed for ever Psalm 86.16 and 116.16 Now

thou didst put a Mind in me Could I find where it lies Lord clear thy Gift that I may look T'wards Thee with constant Wit Look for to Love Thee who can be Yea Lord what Angel fit Man's Medley To the Tune of Psalm 113. HEark how the chirping Birds do sing And how the ccch'ing Woods do ring Birds have their Joys and Man hath his Yet if we judge and rightly measure Mans real Joy and solid Pleasure Hereafter more than present is Not that He may not sometimes here Tast of that Joy and pleasant cheer But as Birds drinking lift their Heads So must He sip and tasting think Of that new Wine that better drink Which He shall have when He is Dead 2. But as his Pleasures then are double So are his Cares and Grief and Trouble He hath two Winters to their one Both Frosts and Thoughts do sometimes Nip As well his Conscience as his Lip 'T is Man that fears two Deaths alone Yet after all the greatest Griefs May be turn'd into his Reliefs Could He but take them in their Ways Happy is He whose well-tun'd Heart Can by a new and heav'nly Art Turn double Pains to double Praise Gratefulness THou that hast giv'n so much to me Give more a thankful Heart See how thy Beggar works on thee By an allowed Art He makes thy Gifts occasion more If He in this be crost All thou hast giv'n him heretofore Is giv'n in vain and lost But thou didst reckon when at first Thy Word our Hearts did crave What it would come to at the worst Such wretched Souls to save Perpetual knocking 's at thy Door Tears sullying thy Rooms Gift upon Gift much would have more And in this way it comes This notwithstanding thou went'st on And didst allow our Noise Nay thou hast made a Sigh and Groan Thy Pleasure and thy Joys Not that thou hast not Tunes above Better than groans can make But that these Country-Airs thy Love Is pleas'd to like and take Wherefore I cry and cry again Thou at no rest canst be Till I a thankful Heart obtain Which I may use for Thee Not thankful for a fit as if Thy Blessings had spare Days But such a Heart whose Pulse may beat Continually thy Praise Praise O King of Glory King of Peace I will Thee chiefly Love And that my Love may never cease I will Thee daily move For thou hast granted my request Thou hast me freely heard And thou dost Note my working Breast Thou hast me gently spar'd And therefore with my utmost Art I will thy Glory sing The very Cream of all my Heart I will a Present bring And though my Sins against me cry'd Thou didst me fully clear And when in Terrours they reply'd Thou didst my Prayers hear Then sev'n whole Days not one in sev'n I will thy Honour Praise And in my Heart though not in Heav'n I will thy Glory raise When I grew Soft and Moist with Tears Thou also didst relent And when thy Justice call'd for Fears Thou didst in Grace dissent Now small it is in this Poor sort Thy Name for to enrol Eternity itself 's too short Thy Praise for to extol Longing To the Tune of Psalm 67. WIth sick and famisht Eyes Doubling Knees weary Bones To Thee my Sighs and Tears ascend To Thee my Cries and Groans My T●roat my Soul is hoarse Heart wither'd like a Ground Which ●hou didst Curse My Thoughts make me Giddy by turning round Bowels of Pity Hear Thou true Love of my Mind Let not my Words and thy Name there Be scatter'd by the Wind. Look on my Sorrows Mark My Furnace O what Flame What heat doth in my Heart abide What Grief there is What Shame Lord Iesus thou didst bow The Head upon the Tree Shall He that made the Ear not hear O be not Deaf to me Behold thy Dust doth stir It creeps it aims at Thee And every Crumb therein saith Come Wilt thou not succour me Thou tarriest while I fall To nothing Thou dost Reign And rule on high while I thy Child In bitter Grief remain Lord Jesus Hear my Heart That hath been broke so long Thy Beggars grow and every Part Of it hath got a Tongue My Love my sweetness Hear As thy Feet lies my Heart Oh heal my troubled Breast which cries And dies Pluck out thy Dart. The Call To the Tune of Psalm 100. O Come my VVay my Truth my Life Thou' rt such a Way as gives us breath And such a Truth as Ends all strife And such a Life as killeth Death O come my Light my Feast my Strength Ev'n such a Light as shews a Feast And such a Feast as mends in length And such a Strength as makes his Guest O come my Joy my Love my Heart Ev'n such a Ioy as none can move And such a Love as none can Part And such a Heart as Joys in Love The Search WHether O whether art thou fled My gracious Lord my Love My Searches are my daily Bread Yet don't successful prove My Knees pierce th' Earth mine Eyes the sky And yet the higher Sphere And lower Centre both deny To me that thou art there Yet can I mark how Herbs below Are Fresh grow Green and Gay As if to meet Thee they did know Whilst I Dye and Decay Yet can I mark how Stars above Simper as 't were and shine As having Keys unto thy Love Whilst I grow Pale and Pine I sent a Sigh to seek Thee out Drawn from my Breast in Pain Wing'd like an Arrow but my Scout Alas return'd in Vain I turn'd another having store Into a deeper groan Because the search was Dumb before But ah me all was one Where is my God What hidden Place Conceals Thee from me still What Covert dares Eclipse thy Face My God is it thy Will O let not that of any thing Be it let rather Brass Or Steel or Mountains be thy Ring And I through them will pass Thy Will such an intrenching is As passeth humane Thought To it all Strength all subtilties Are but as things of Nought O take these Bars these lengths away Turn again and restore me Be not Almighty shall I say Against me Lord but for me When thou dost turn and wilt be near What Edge is there so keen What Point so piercing can appear As once to come between For as thy absence doth excel All other distance known So doth thy nearness bear the Bell Making of two but one Grief OH who will give me Tears come dwell VVithin my Eyes ye Springs Come Clouds and Rain my Grief hath need Of all the VVatry things Each Vein suck up a River to Supply these weary Eyes My Eyes too dry unless they get New Conduits new Supplies VVhat can Man do that little VVorld VVith his two little Spouts The greater VVorld cannot provide For all my Griefs and Doubts Verses too fine for my rough Griefs Must here be Dumb and Mute Their running suits my Eyes but measure Suits best some