SPIRITUAL HYMNS UPON SOLOMONS SONG OR Love in the right Channel Wherein that Divine Part of Scripture is Paraphras'd and the dark Places expounded and may be vocally Sung in the Ordinary Tunes of the Singing Psalms By JOHN REEVE I will sing to my welbeloved a song of my beloved touching his Vineyard Isa 5. 1. Teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and spiritual Songs singing with Grace in your hearts unto the Lord Col. 3. 16. And they sung the song of Moses and the song of the Lamb Rev. 15. 3. LONDON Printed for the Author and are to be Sold by John Hancock Senior at the three Bibles at the corner of Popes-head Alley over against the Royal Exchange 1684. To the chast and pure Virgin-Souls that love the Lord Jesus Christ in Sincerity Grace and Peace be multiplied I THese Hymns were most composed in the dark When restless hours interrupted sleep With a design to stop that rambling work Ungovern'd fancy useth then to keep Better make Hymns then yield to Melancholy Or take the World to govern by a thoughtful folly II. Hands off you venomous Creatures you that draw The rankest Poyson from the sweetest flow'rs Yea that by Rigor of a lustful Law Would force Divine love to conform to yours I fear if you should light upon this Book You 'ld force it from it self and like a love-song look III. But if you do our Loves are still Divine The stinking Dunghils can't put out the Sun While you sing out your shame we will incline To sing the Praise of Gods eternal Son We will in Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Song Outsing the Mirth obscene which unto you belongs IV. Come then you Virgin Spouses of the Lamb Joyn consort with the Holy Ones above Put off the Clog your Body if you can And melt your selves into a Mass of Love Out with the dregs and draw the Spirits higher Let Love be Love Divine and not a lustful Fire V. I have liv'd out now more then threescore years And never yet could find my heart in tune For such a Work as this it plain appears Love's hard to be refined O how soon Returns the dregs and smut the strength of Grace And Ages weakness both at work take little place VI. Nor had this been expos'd to publick view But that the Child was drawn by Cogent hand 'T was hard to trust it when there are so few Chast Eyes and pure Minds abroad the land But let it take the Covert of the wings Of Him whose work it is of Him whose praise it sings CANT I. 1. The Song of Songs which was Solomons HYMN 1. 'T Was Solomon's Song but now 't is mine 'T is yours you blessed Saints on high You Mil'tants come and make your claim All you that are athirst draw nigh This Song of Songs and Hymns of praise Sweet Jesus at thy feet we lay Together with our Hearts and Souls And for acceptance humbly pray King Solomon sha'nt Praise thee alone Nor singly sing his part in this We 'l Praise thee too because that thou Our Jesus art as well as his Strike up you blessed Angels Tune Your Musick to the highest Key You separated Souls in bliss Sing forth his Praise as well you may How precious is this Song of Songs Where Christ himself concerned is And sings the Praises of his Church As they 're concern'd in singing His Come blessed Spirit of our God Enflame our hearts with heav'nly fire W'el sing our parts O! raise our hearts And Tune them yet a great deal high'r CANT I. 2. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his Mouth HYMN 2. LEt those inam'ring Lips of thine With Love-begetting Love Seal Kisses on these Lips of mine That I may tast and prove What those immense Treasures of Love Those Seas and Oceans be Let sacred Love flow from above In Nectar streams to me And let me kiss those Kisses which Can raise my Heart on high And love that Love that can enrich And crown my Poverty But will renowned Jesus deign To kiss so vile a Sinner And be of undeserved Love The Author and Beginner Can filthy Lips and so unclean Expect a Prince his Kiss Do Kings embrace a Love so mean Was ever Love like this He that could kiss the bitter Cross And kiss the burning Wrath And kiss the Breath of direful Death A Kiss for Sinners hath CANT I. 2. For his Love is better than Wine HYMN 3. LOrd I esteem thy precious Love And prize it more than richest Wine There is no Cordial can remove My fainting like that Blood of thine Wine spills the man that drinks too much And greatly doth his Health impair But those that drink the most of Love The temperatest Persons are The Wine is not the poor Mans Drink But here 's a Cellar always free The Rich may come and poorest Saint May drink his fill as well as He. There was no Wine at Cana's feast Was once complain'd by them above But such a word shall ne're be said At Sion's Feast there is no Love My Soul pierce thou this pipe of Love Fill all thy Flaggons to the Brim Divine excess is soberness And Holy Drunkenness no Sin The Wine that with us best agrees And curious Palats most approve Is not without unpleasing Lees But oh there is no dregs in Love Love's All that can be spoke or thought 'T is all Earth hath or Heav'n above Epitomize a Deity The total sum of all is LOVE For his Love is better than Wine HYMN 4. LOve me my dearest Jesus love me And shed that Love and let me see A Letter written full of Love And superscribed unto me O love my Soul and love me more Altho I know no reason why Let me experience where that great Magnetick power of Love doth lye Thy Love 's a flood to quench the Flameâ— Of all my burning base Desires Thy Love 's a Flame to drink the floo Of Vanity my heart aspires Thy Love 's a Corr'sive to my Sins Eats the proud Flesh from carnal heart Thy Love 's a Cordial to revive The faintings of the better part Let Friends oppose let En'mies rage Let Tyrants threaten Death appall Let Hell and Devils do their worst I 'le set thy Love against them all Love me my dearest Jesus love me And shed that Love and let me see A Letter written full of Love And superscribed unto me CANT I. 3. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth therefore do the virgins love thee HYMN 5. HOw odoriferous are the sents Of thy Graces Divine Beyond all measure pou'rd forth Upon that Heart of thine No Garden flow'rs no Spices Lord No sweet perfumes that please Not Aaron's Oyl nor Mary's Box Smell half so sweet as these Those Virgins next about thy Throne Angels and Saints that smell Th' anointings of the holy One And ' midst these Odours dwell Are always in Transports of Love Have nothing else to do
Would I were there that I with them Might learn to Love thee too The Virgin-Souls whom thou art tuning As strings to sound thy Praise Whose hearts with holy Oyl perfuming With whom 't is early days Initial converts new crept out The Womb of Graces laws Commence their Love and Face about O how thy Oyntments draws Pour on t the anointings Lord and we Will wrap our selves in sweet And dwell amidst the rich perfumes There will we place our feet Tho it be costly spare no cost O spare nor work nor toyl Tho we have nothing else to give We 'l give thee Love for Oyl CANT I. 4. Draw me and we will run after thee HYMN 6. WIth thy great Power draw me Lord And I to thee will come With greater Power draw me Lord And I to thee will run Draw me and others I will draw And we to thee will run Except thou draw'st our backward hearts To thee they 'l never come When Jesus draws he strongly draws The flesh can't hold me back Nor all the pleasures of the World 'T is thee 't is thee I lack When Jesus draws he sweetly draws As Beasts by Fodder led As Lovers draw by Charms of Love As Unions raise the Dead The Loadstone draws the steely Mass And none can tell us how So draw my steely Heart my God And make my Powers bow Yea drawn I am I bless thee for 't My Soul shall praise thee ever O Father Son and Holy Ghost My God forsake me never CANT I. 4. The King brought me into his Chambers HYMN 7. WHen fervent Love with winged hast To blessed Jesus flies With winged hast he comes as fast With help and choice supplies Let 's not his Church stand at the door He sends no Servant down But down the stairs he comes himself That King of great renown His Person is the thing She seeks His Person tends upon Her His Person is the thing She meets His Person is Her honour And up the Stairs he leads his Love Gives Her a Princely Treat With sp'ritual Nectar chears Her heart And Entertainments great He seasts Her with his Chamber Love The best of all his store She seeds upon his Flesh and Blood Her heart can wish no more O Lord thou art to me a dart My wounded bleeding heart Shall still impart her Lovesick Art And never from thee start CANT I. 4. We will be glad and rejoyce in thee HYMN 8. GO empty Joys with all you toys I have a better Joy than you The Wine the Mirth the Musick dance Doth but my precious Soul undo The blessed Jesus hath vouchsafe'd Upon the Mount my Soul to raise Now I 'le exalt his Name and Fame And to the Heavens raise his Praise Let things go how they will below Let Mountains duel with the Seas Let Hell her hottest Fires blow My heart in Him shall take her ease The merry Mirth which madness yields Which worldly Men so fast devours Their pleasures and their drinking-hours Cannot afford such Mirth as ours They cannot tast our Joys O Lord Nor can thy Saints more rellish theirs Our Joys will greater Joys afford And their's will end in bitter Tears Therefore will we rejoice în thee Our Joys shall feast upon thy store When we are sad we will be glad And Praise thy Name for evermore CANT I. 4. We will remember thy Love more than Wine HYMN 9. GIve place ye Spirits of the Grape That briskly fparkle in the Glass There 's no such Wine as Love Divine O what a flavour Jesus has Were we possest of East and West And all the Joys of Heav'n above Treasures of both the Worlds we will Forgetting these remember Love Forgetfulness the fruit of Wine But never was the fruit of Love The more I take the more I make Impressions deep and past remove We cannot meet with Wine so sweet Nor yet so pleasant to the tast As drops of warm and bleeding Love That trickle from his heart so fast The Wine that from the Grape is prest In time will into sowr turn But Love Divine will ever shine With hottest Flames that always burn The Wine is drawn the Vessel 's out You cannot make it ever run Whom Jesus loves he loves as fresh As if it were but now begun Thou God of our Salvation Draw forth our Loves more unto thee By loving us teach us to Love And thy beloved Spouse to be CANT I. 4. The upright love thee HYMN 10. THou art belov'd and best approv'd Of all that are upright Whose hearts are sound sincerely bound Thou art their chief delight Whose very heart and souly part Dwells with the Truth and when Mens hearts are truly true to thee As thou art true to them Tho Sinners scorn and all forlorn In their ungodly sight Wretches they are that would not care To Love thee if they might The Hypocrite will speak thee fair But hath no love within Kiss and betray like Judas they O Lord it is their Sin My Lord I love thee truly tho I Love not as I should I love thee yet I love thee not At least not as I would I would I could but since 't is so Worms can but act as Worms Accept a real wish it were A spark till Fire burns CANT I. 5. I am black but comely O ye Daughts of Jerusalem as the tents of Kedar and curtains of Solomon HYMN 11. O What a sorry thing am I That cannot bear this weight of Love I 'm sunk and down and dead as if Some dart had struck me from above My Face is black because of Sin But yet am comely by his Grace I 'm black without but fair within The scorching Sun hath tann'd my Face How black soever Lord I am Yet I am comely towards thee O mayst thou love and give me leave Thy ardent Lover yet to be Tho Sin and Sorrow makes me black Like Kedar's Tents that always lye Expos'd to Wind and Air unkind And inward wasting Misery Yet Solomon's bed is not so fair Nor are his Curtains half so bright As I am through his Grace within Comely in my Beloveds sight Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Do not contemn me at this rate Because of my deformity And this my dark and gloomy state For Love he can altho I am Most undeserving of his Love And black as Hell as if I were As fair as is the Heav'n above CANT I. 6. Look not upon me because I am black for the Sun hath looked upon me HYMN 12. A Cloud may quickly overcast The brightest Sunny-day And through the sweetest Joys on Earth Our tears can break their way Ye Daughters of Jerusalem The Sun hath tann'd my Face Alas the Morphew that obtrudes It self in Beauties place Look not upon me turn your Eyes I am a loathsom sight To God and Angels and my self In me is no delight O how I loath my self my God To see this filthy sight O how I long tho thus unclean To love thee if I might There is
I 'le to my Father for supplies And largely he 'l dispence I 'le to the Holy Ghost also And fetch thee Riches thence Thou shalt partake of all my stores My Heart my Blood and Me If what 's in Heaven or Earth can do 't We 'l give it all to thee We 'l with most glorious Ornaments Pollish that heart of thine Borders of Gold and Silver studs Shall make thy Glory shine When all is done 't is all too small A Present for my Love I 'le give my self away also And thou shalt live above All things but me for I 'le be Gold Jewels and every thing And thou shalt live upon my stores And loud my Praises sing And then will we rejoyce in thee When we have made thee thus Then sin no more as did before Shall break 'twixt thee and us My Soul admire this fervent Fire Such Love no Tongue can tell Who could have thought that Christ that bought Should Love his Church so well CANT I. 12. While the king sitteth at his table my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof HYMN 21. HOW rich and dainty is the fare My blessed Love and Lover dear Provides for his beyond compare And feasts them with his heavenly chear The Cloath is lay'd the Table spread The Dainties are his Flesh and Blood The welcome Guests are richly fed And He himself becomes their Food His Presence graces all the Feast His smile make welcome every Guest He sits at Table with them where His Saints are glad to meet Him there His presence draws their Graces forth Faith Love Joy Patience and the rest The smell whereof is better worth Than Spikenard Oyntments at the best Thus Gardens yield their sweetest smells When Rain and Sun extract them forth Thus in his presence man excels Who 's in his absence little worth My Soul thy King at Table sits Now let thy Spikenard-Graces lend The sweet perfumes and pleasant sents Into his Nostrils largely send CANT I. 13. A bundle of myrrh is my welbeloved to me he shall lye all night between my breasts HYMN 22. TEll me no more you Sons of Art You Students in the Case What 't is will ease a Sick mans heart And all his Grief displace Jesus when he doth please to be Refreshing from above How he transports me O I feel My self all Fire and Love The holy Oyl was made of Myrrh O Christ anoint me so Thy Body was embalm'd with Myrrh O Christ embalm me too And make me sweet that I may greet A never dying Rest And smell of thee as if possest With Myrrh upon my breast There is a Night of darkness when This Myrrh is Cordial A Night of great Affliction then This Myrrh is all in all O let him lye between my breasts And with his Love perfume me And yield his heart-reviving Art This Night will else consume me CANT I. 14. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi HYMN 23. OO me to me what comfort wer 't Or what refreshment could I see If he were sweet to all the World And were not also sweet to me I 'le sing my well beloved's Praise And speak what he hath been to me Engedi's Aromatick Vines Have never been so sweet as He. Clusters of Balsam Camphire were In those same Vineyards past compare Yet none so sweet yet none so rare As my Beloved's Odors are How sweet was Christ upon the Cross Making Atonement for my Sin Or else my Life had been my loss What a sad case had I been in How sweet was he within the Grave Himself not spices made him so How sweet a Bed shall I then have When sleep with Jesus I shall go Blest be the day that e're I smelt What sweet in my Beloved was Bless be the day that ere I felt That sweetness my Beloved has How sweet art thou in Heaven where Angels and Saints perfumed are Amidst that plenty grant there be One cluster Lord lay'd up for me CANT I. 15. Thou art fair my Love behold thou art fair thou hast doves eyes HYMN 24. THou 'rt fair my Love Lord how can I be fair thus foul with Sin Thou 'rt fair my Love Lord tell me why What transport art thou in I ne're am fair but when there are Reflections from thy Grace Darted upon me from thy fair And most resplendent Face Thou art my Love Lord can it be When I deserve thy fury And highly merit that thou me Should'st in Oblivion bury Yet cause thy Love is like thy self Too deep for humane Eye Thou lov'st because thou lov'st me Lord I know no reason why Thou hast Doves eyes so pure and chast Those Eye-beams draw my heart In tears of godly sorrow washt They shine like Stars in dark Lord Is 't because they shall be so When Glory makes them bright Or is 't because they shine below With my Redeemers light CANT I. 16. Behold thou art fair my beloved yea pleasant HYMN 25. NAy thou art fair my Love not I Beauty keeps house in thee alone There is no Sun nor Moon nor Stars But thou art All and every One. Away fond Pleasures fleeting Joys Would I had never lov'd you so You smiling but beguiling Toys I 've got a wound and you my foe Come dearest Lord O let me taste Of Pleasures that are more Divine For those are gone but these will last With these refresh this heart of mine How pleasant are thy smiles when I Under the guilt of Sin do lye When I damnation every hour Expect how pleasant is thy pow'r How pleasant are thy ways to me Thine Ordinances all are so To Eat and Drink and Feast with thee There 's no such pleasure I do know But O! when I shall come to dye And see thy Face in endless bliss And shall embrace the Man himself There is no Pleasure like to this CANT I. 16. Our bed is green HYMN 26. THou hast prepar'd a Bed of love 'T is richly furnish'd with the best Where thou and I eternally Shall in each others Bosom rest Our Bed is always green it knows No Winter blasts nor no such thing It 's always budding fruitful grows An ever everlasting Spring When vain delights transport the Rich And seem to court the Men of pleasure They 'r wither'd soon and quickly gone And fall full short in weight and measure Give me those spiritual Joys O Christ Whose colour green will ever last And think on me while here I be And send me now and then a tast My Soul revive comfort thy heart ' Mid'st all the troubles thou had seen Revive for tho the Stairs be dark The Chamber 's light our Bed is Green All Glory give to God above And to our Jesus God and Man And to the Holy Ghost also With all the Strength and Praise we can CANT I. 17. The beams of our house are cedar and our rafters of fir HYMN 27. COme let us sing the Praise Of our eternal House Whose firm
foundation is in Grace Free Grace hath fram'd it thus In Glory finished Topstone in Glory lai'd Rasters and Beams eternal streams Of Love and Light display'd Come let us enter Grace And here together dwell Till I provide a better place Let 's rest us here a while But oh that house above When thither we shall come It 's built so sure it shall endure An everlasting home Wilt thou accept O Christ Of such a one as I Poor I to take a Lease of thee For all Eternity Wilt thou accept said he Of such a one as I That must thy sinful will controul Come then we both comply Finis Cap. 1. Deo laus CANT II. 1. I am the rose of Sharon and the lilie of the vallies HYMN 28. SHaron the Garden of the World The Pride of Palestine Whose natural soyl more glory bore Then Sol'mon could resign Could ne're produce so sweet a Rose As I w ll be to thee So sair a Lilly never grew Sharon must stoop to me My Church I praise my self not Pride But hope of Custome makes me who 'l have a Rose a Lilly who VVhere is the Soul that takes me Upon the Cross I was distill'd Come taste in distillation The sweetness of the absent Rose By Faith and Acceptation Thou art my Rose my Souls repose O let me never be My dearest Lord a Thorn to thee That art a Rose to me Thou art the Lilly of the Vale A matchless Purity Let me be gather'd by thy Hand And in thy Bosome lye CANT II. 2. As the lilie among the thorns so is my love a-among the daughters HYMN 29. MY Church my Love thou art to me A pleasant Lily pure and white The Daughters all compar'd to thee Are Thorns and Briars in my sight 'T is thee I prize and singly place My heart upon thy self alone False Creatures tho I have their face Are pricking Briars every one Take it not ill my Love from me That I have plac'd thy dwelling so Incompass'd round where En'mies be As mid'st the thorns the Lilies grow I 'le make these thorns preserve thee safe And keep thee from a worser foe O they shall save thee from the bite Of that devouring Beast below They shall fence out both Sin and Hell Let out Corruption slay thy Pride So near thee they should never dwell But for advantage on thy side Now blessed Jesus grant me this That I may such a Lily be And let these Thorns and Briars be A Preservation unto me CANT II. 3. As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons HYMN 30. THou art to me an Apple-tree My God for fruit and shade An Apple-tree thou art to me Thy fruit will never fade Trees of the Wood are not so good Their Fruits are none or sowr An harbour they for Birds of prey That will the Fruit devour Better than all the Sons thou art Hast been and ever shall The Angels are the Sons of God But thou excell'st them all The Saints are Sons of great delight Adoption makes them so But Son of God and Son of Light There 's no such Son below The first-born Son is Mother's dear Her Life wrapt up in his But not a Son can come so near My heart as Jesus is O! let this Apple tree my Lord Within my Orchard be Propriety makes all things sweet Or else no sweet to me CANT II. 3. I sat under his shadow with great delight HYMN 31. LIke as the shadow from the heat Protects and cools the panting Neet So doth my Soul to covert fly Under thy wings O Christ to lye Should'st thou let fall thy brightest Rays It would consume my Life and Days I cannot see thy Glory yet Thy shadow will me better fit How glorious are thy Saints above That see thy Face in purest love When such delights thy shadow can Contribute to me sinful man My Soul when he is shadow'd forth In Sacramental shades to thee 'T is but the Picture of his worth But what he is thou dost not see O then sit under these sweet shades And often guide thy footsteps thither Till we ascend to brighter glades In shadows lets sit down together Be quiet thoughts thou irksom Flesh Would thou wert crucifi'd to me To see no sights tast no delights Nor know no earthly thing but thee CANT II. 3. And his fruit was sweet unto my tast HYMN 32. THE bitter tree the Cross Bore him that bore the fruit The choicest Fruit that ever was His Father call'd him to 't There Pardon grew and Peace With God with Man within A Fruit that did transcend by far The cursed fruit of Sin Sweet pleasure is but pain Swe rt profits are deceit The best of all the World at best Is but a subtil cheat He he 's the fruitful tree His fruits all pleasant be No Joys or Toys that ere I found Are half so sweet as he Here I may fill my heart O let me have a taste My Christ my Fruit thou only art As long as Life shall last As thou bear'st fruit for me Let me bear Fruit to thee Do thou incline this heart of mine That All-divine it be CANT II. 4. He bronght me to the banqueting house HYMN 33. WOnder of Mercy now I see And have great cause to think upon VVhat Grace is when it will be free And puts its Royal cloathing on I that deserv'd to stand at Dore And take my Answer on my Knee Into the House of all his Store Himself vouchsafes to carry me O the rich welcome that he gave My thirsty Soul at first approach He brought me Sweet-Meats out himself And set his choicest VVine abroach Into his house of VVine he brings me Leading me kindly hand in hand And smiling bids me pass the dores VVhere all his richest treasures stand Himself the House and Banquet is His Presence with me is a Feast His Smiles are Sweet-meats all of his Is all in all to every Guest My Soul get off this dunghil VVorld Strive to ascend the blessed Mount No Treats but these will ever please Or turn to any good account CANT II. 4. His banner over me was love HYMN 34. WHat Victories I ever got VVhat Lusts l 've overcome To my own strength ascribe I not But to his Grace alone My Banner was his love to me All my success was his His Standard call'd me forth and he My strength and safety is Do but O Christ O do but say Thou lov'st me that 's enough Love is all VVeapons of array Love Armor is of proof Love me my God I need no more My God I ask no more I perish if thou lov'st me not The Battel is so sore Here 's Sin the VVorld the Devil and Death Combin'd to bring me low I 'm almost beaten out of Breath Some help they vex me so O do but love me and I shall Banners of love display VVill break their hearts and rout them all And Victor get the day CANT II. 5.
Stay me with flaggons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love HYMN 35. O What redundant love is this What flowing streams break down the banks More than enough O Lord it is Love me but less I 'le give thee thanks Here 's love beyond all bounds and measure So free so full so large so quick 'T is strange to see so vast a treasure Love made me well and makes me sick But sick for more and sick to see The Fountain whence these streams do flow Yet sick for more and sick to be In place where this vast love doth grow Stay me with Flaggons of that Wine Was prest out of thy self the Vine Thy Blood O Christ will stay the Fire That burns in me sick with desire O let the Apples of my love Cool Fires in my Love sick heart Till I below and thou above Shall meet at last and never part Till I am sick I am not well O that I had this sickness Lord Such Joy doth in love sickness dwell Such as my health could ne're afford CANT II. 6. His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me HYMN 36. MY aking head and heart Thou hast a hand to stay Another hand that shall impart Embraces all the day In both thy hands O Christ My safety is secured Within the foldings of thy arms My Soul is safe immured Castles and Towers are No safeguard in my case Nor all the Oceans Oaken walls With me have any place Only his circling Arms As with a Wall of Fire Defends me from the dreadful harms Which Sin and Hell conspire Besides the help that 's in 't The Love that streams this way Conveys more Spirits to my heart Than fear can take away It is O let it be The great support I find That when I faint for want of thee Thou have me in thy mind CANT II. 7. I charge you O ye daughters of Jerusalem by the roes and hinds of the field that ye sti◠not up nor awake my Love until 〈◊〉 please HYMN 37. O Let him take his rest that hath Travell'd so long so far To rescue Souls from burning wrath O make it all your care You Daughters of Jerusalem You that pretend to love him O give him no disturbance then Nor to disquiet move him I charge you by the Hinds and Roes Those loving Creatures shall Witness against you as your foes And on you Vengeance call If you more bruitish than the Beast That wont molest his Master Shall by your Sin disturb his rest And bring him to disaster O Christ my Love Give thou the charge The house and all is thine O take the Keys and the walk at large Command whate're is mine I cannot bind them to the Peace A weak and private man Authority can make them cease Let Sin do what it can CANT II. 8. The voice of my beloved behold he comes leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills HYMN 38. 'T Is my beloveds Voice I 'm sure 'T is not a Stranger 's fallacy That breatheth in the Word so pure In which I learn that he is nigh Behold I see him coming tho The Hills and Mountains of the Earth The great Zanzumming Tyrants do Oppose his Actions in their birth Behold he comes you Princes all That have oppos'd his Royal Will You must expect a dreadful fall That Vengeance should your Besomes fill Leaping and Skipping on the Hills Trampling upon your greatest Pow'rs Dancing with pleasurable skills He 'l pull down all your lofty Tow'rs Behold he comes you shall not hinder No difficulty stands before him But he 'l be sure to tread it under And shortly make your Crowns adore him Make haste my God make no delay Thy waiting Spouse hath long sat up O make thee Wings and come away Give Antichrist her bitter Cup. CANT II. 9. My beloved is like a Roe or young Hart HYMN 39. O My beloved Lord To me thy grace afford The flames of thy sweet love to me Kindle my love to thee Give me but leave to love thee That art so much above me Let me be bold to let thee know To thee my self I owe. My God my heart is thine 'T is thine it is not mine Let me but love and call thee so It 's all the bliss I know Thou art a pleasant Roe Hunted to Death below Whose Flesh and Blood for Sinners need Is Meat and Drink indeed Thou art a loving Hart Kill'd with a murd'ring dart A murd'ring dart that drew a flood Of dear and precious blood O let that Blood me purge From Sins Filth Guilt and Scourge And let that broken Flesh me Feast Till I with thee shall rest CANT II. 9. He standeth behind our wall he looks forth out at the windows he shews himself through the lattices HYMN 40. HE shews himself in cloudy gleams Obscure and Window-Visions Glimpses of Love and twilight beams And dark Illuminations Why doth my Love immure his Face And shrow'd himself behind our Wall The Lattices Eclipse his Grace And Windows interrupt his call Is it because the visive Powers Of Mortals can't endure his sight Or to distinguish these dark hours From those that shine in perfect light What ere it be 't is just that he Should now and then withdraw his Face And 't is rich Grace to let me see The least glance in the darkest place Behind our Wall is not so far That I should think him wholly gone These Lattices and Windows are Helps to discern he 'l come anon A clearer sight O that I could Obtain a sight that doth excel There is no fear that e're I should Admire too much or Love too well CANT II. 10. My beloved spake and said unto me Rise up my love my fair one and come away HYMN 41. WHose is this rousing Voice I hear That breathes so sweet an Air Through Walls and Lattices so dear So ravishing so rare 'T is my Beloved's voice I know That Courts my drousie mind That bids me rise from things below And leave my self behind Arise my Love and come away Rouse from thy Morning sleep Rise up my fair One no delay Tho lock't in Slumbers deep My God I come I find no rest No Bed of Ease but thee The present World is at the best A Bed of Thorns to me My God I come but oh how loath I've drunk a sleeping Cup And O the dulness O the sloath Dear Jesus help me up Then will I come away and leave My Sins and Fears behind me Farwel vain Pleasures let me go And let my Jesus find me CANT II. 11. For lo the Winter is past the rain is ov◠and gone Ver. 12 The time of singing of birds is com◠the voice of the Turtle is heard in our land Ver. 13 The fig-tree putteth forth her gre◠figs and the Vines with the tender grape◠give a good smell Arise my love my fai◠one and come away HYMN 42. REjoice ye people of the Lords There is a
yield the heart but why Should not the heart be yielded when The way of Saints the best of ways And they are sure the best of Men. And why not yield the heart when as The God of Saints the best of Gods And his Love is the best of Loves And their Loves are the best by odds Come all ye Angels of the Heavens Come all the World I 'le joyn with you Come help me Love my loved Prize I love her do you Love her too Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires I 'le love my own and onely Love And nothing shall my Heart remove Another to the Tune of Psal 113. THe people saw her sparkling Rays And did upon her Beauty gaze And call'd my Church a blessed one And Queeus and Concubines whose hearts Had never felt what love imparts Yet spake her commendation Thus Baalam cry'd How comely are Thy Tents O Israel how fair Yet had no heart to yield the fort 'T is easie to commend the way The natural conscience hath a ray But O! 't is hard to yeild the heart And why not yeild the heart now VVhen My Saints are sure the best of men And this their way the best of ways Their God the best of gods and when Their VVork the best of works and then The best of Joys for endless days Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires And Virgins dote on whom they please I 'le love my own and only Love And nothing shall my heart remove 'T is thine my Dove here take the Keys CANT VI. 10. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning fair as the moon clear as the sun terrible as an army with banners HYMN 109. WElcome the time that brings the news Of the Returning of the Jews Whose Kings are all in Armour drest And Sions foes are dispossest A new created people which Unlookt-for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall And make the Nations tremble all This is the lovely Morning-light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth Like to the Sun 's resplendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho kept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin And sad the case that they were in Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns Equip't for blood like men of War Their sleeping Souls awak'ned are O what a glorious sight is this O what a heart-rejoicing ' t is That those that at a distance stood Return the purchase of my blood Another to the Tune of Psal 113. NEws from the Confines of the East There Kings in Armour all are drest To make the Nations tremble all A new created People which Unlook for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall This is a lovely Morning light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth First as the Moon in dusky fair Then as the Sun with light most clear Who 's this and what her splendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho keept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns From out the Dungeons they were in O! what a glorious sight is this O! what a heart-rejoicing 't is That now the purchase of my Blood In all my Saints compleated is And Jews and Gentiles coalesce That heretofore at distance stood CANT VI. 11. I went down into the Garden of Nuts to see the fruits of the Valley and to see whether the Vine flourished and the Pomegranates budded HYMN 110. ROuse thee O Israel Child of the Valley where Put from the presence of the mate Sad thy rejectings were O thou hast been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such husky Shells from thee All comforts were debar'd There was a Kernal but There was no coming at it By unbelief thou wert as if For thy destruction fatted At last I heard in thee A ratling of the bones As if they would together come And real sighs and groans I will go down and see Whether the Vines are good And Grapes abound and give us hopes And the Pomegranates bud If so the work is done Thy Foes are put to flight To Rocks and Mountains they shall run For shelter if they might Another to the Tune of Psal 124 O Israel Child of the Valley where No Tongue can tell What 's thy afflicted state Sequestred from The presence of thy Mate Whose doom was just For casting off my fear And me so soon Hence thy rejectings were Thou 'st been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such Husks Could'st not be opened Kernel there was But none upon it fed Thy unbelief Did thy return retard And slighting me Thy Prayer was not heard At last I hear A ratling of the Bones As if they 'd come Together suddenly Thy God will come And see how all things lye Is it a thing That 's real Are there groans And tears and fruits And supplications O doth the Vine Flourish the Grapes abound And give us hopes Do the Pomegrantes bud Hath God inspir'd Their hearts with real good Thy God will come If these be in thee found And lead thee forth VVith safety thee surround CANT VI. 12. Or ever I was aware my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib HYMN 111. SION awake the day is come Rouse as a Lion from thy den Th' alarm sounds that ne're did yet My Spirit is up Awaken then You Angels get your Chariots ready Prepare you for this long'd-for day Hast hast come I am drest already My Soul 's a wing I cannot stay Amminadibs Chariots drove fast But never drove so fast as mine Amminadib was not in such hast Nor flew so fast on wings of time A willing God a willing People Both hot upon the same design They 'r both agreed there 's not a scruple To interpose to while off time Our Hearts are swifter than our Charets We 'l both conspire from our places Thou here and I from lofty Garrets We 'l lift this World from of its basis My Soul admire what hast he speeds To fetch his Captives out of thrall With winged flames to help their needs That pickled lay in Salt and Gall. Another to the Tune of Psal 124. ROuse there is life The long'd-for day is come Th' Alarm sounds Where it ne're sounded yet Their hearts have ears They 'r peirced to the quick I 'le now go down And do what 's to be done My heart 's on fire I 'le be their Light and Sun You blessed Angels get you Chariots ready My Royal Spirit Is up I must away My Soul is all A-wing I cannot stay Amminadib That drove so fast and steddy Had not my hast Come I am drest already A willing God And willing People met With resolutions stronger than the Charets They from below I from my lofty Garrets
anew In Heaven so Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done In Earth below CANT VII 6. How fair and how pleasant art thou O love for delights HYMN 121. I Don't repent my coming down These Galleries are to me a Throne I 'le get me here a new renown Into new Heavens I am come Ye blessed Angels gird your selves To wait my royal motions thither Your trumpets sound shake the ground Let you and I rejoice together I 'le see my new created Bride I 'le let out all my hearts delight I 'le put down all her sinful Pride And Pride my self in her blest sight And O! how fair how pleasant are Those sweet delights I now shall take New Earth new Heavens all things new These shall new Loves in me create Come then beloved Sion come Be not afraid no distance can Foment a jealousie There 's none Shall love thee more than God and Man O let thy thirsty craving heart Imbibe and drink me fully down My Graces shall their good impart My merits give thee great renown Another to the Tune of Psal 148. I Come and don 't repent Into another Throne To Sion am I sent To her I love alone No labour lost To come and see Beloved she My heart loves most Ye blessed Angels come And wait my Royal motions 'T will be your honour come ' I will give you new promotions You Angels blow Your trumpets sound For I have found A Heav'n below How fair and pleasant are Those sweet delights I take New Heav'ns new Earth and those New Loves in me create Let me prefer My long'd for Bride And let me Pride My self in her O let thy thirsty heart My Soul imbibe him down And never from him part 'T is his and thy renown There 's none that can E're be so dear Or come so near As God and Man CANT VII 7. This thy stature is like to a Palm-tree and thy breasts to clusters of the Grapes HYMN 122. SION thou art a Palm Under great pressures growing Thy branches the great Ensigns are Of Victory overflowing The more the weights were hung On every tender Bough The straighter upright every branch Doth towards Heaven grow Ride on triumphantly And make thy Charets fly Thy Martial word is Victory Ride on victoriously The Branches of the Palm Shall Crown thy glorious Head Thou shalt enjoy a blessed calm Thine Enemies all are fled Thy well-grown Breasts are full As clusters fill'd with Wine To nourish all thy Children small And make them all Divine Now Sion bless thy King Whose conduct doth the work And down shall all his En'mies bring The Devil Pope and Turk Another to the Tune of Psal 147. SION thou art a Palm Under great Pressures growing Whose Branches Ensigns are Of Victory overflowing Triumphantly Thy Charet shall Ride over all Victoriously The more their weights were hung On every tender Bough The straighter upright thou Dost toward Heaven grow Thy Martial-word Is Victory Thy Foes shall fly Before thy Sword The Branches of the Palm Shall Crown thy glorious Head Thou shalt enjoy a calm Thine Enemies all are fled Then shalt thou say To Sions King I ow this thing To get the day Thy welcome Breasts are full As clusters fill'd with Wine To nourish great and small And make them all Divine Now march O Sion The Praises sing Of thy great King And Judah's Lion CANT VII 8. I said I will go up to the Palm-tree I will take hold of the Boughs thereof new also thy Breasts shall be as Clusters of the Vine and the smell of thy nose like Apples HYMN 123. IT is a pleasant sight to see The Nations flocking in As Doves unto the Windows flee Repenting of their sin I will take hold of thee saith one O let me be thy Brother Give me one Closter of thy Grapes One Apple saith another Beat up thy Drums for Volunteers Set up thy Standart Sion To bring the Kings and all their Peers To worship Judah's Lion Thy Enemies now shall bow to thee And suck thy Breasts their fill And shall be satisfi'd to see Fair Sions raised Hill O Isra'l bud and blossom out And fill the World with fruit Let the Expence be what it will Thy God will thee recruit Thy smell is sweet to all that come Their smell is sweet to thee All Nostrils fill'd with sweet perfume O blessed day to see Another to the Tune of Psal 147. NOW they begin to love That hated thee before The Kings and Pow'rs above Cringing shall thee adore O blessed sight To see them flock With all their stock To Sions light Give me a Bough saith one O let me be thy Brother Give me one Cluster more One Apple saith another Beat up the Drums Thy Noble Peers Are Volunteers Where Sion comes Thine Enemies now shall bow And suck thy Breasts their fill And satisfied now Shall see thy raised Hill Then shall they sing Halelujah Halelujah To Sions King Blossom O Israel And fill the World with fruit Come what Expences will I 'le always thee recruit Come sing this Song The day is ours Against the Powers That rag'd so long CANT VII 9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved that goeth down sweetly causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak HYMN 124. A Wake O Sion ope thy Mouth Wideâ—s thou canst for I will still it Come and drink down my Spirit of Truth Upon thy heart I 'le largely spill it I 'le pour it out as sweetest Wine As once of old I did at first Brimful I 'le fill that heart of thine Come drink it down and slake thy thirst These liberal draughts shall make thee speak And utter such transcendent matter Into the Mouths of men asleep That they shall wake and they shall utter Thy dead shall live and those that lay Securely sleeping in their sin Shall now awake and weep away The woful case that they were in No more shall men complain their hearts Like strait neckt Vessels take in little They cannot speak what Grace imparts And for a great sum yield a little Enlargements now shall speak the praise Of Sions King where e're we come And those that had not words to say For Christ before now praise him home Another to the Tune of Psal 113. AWake O Sion ope thy Mouth Come and drink down my Spirit of Truth Open thy Mouth wide as thou canst Let it crave what it can I 'le fill it My Holy Spirit I 'le largly spill it And fully answer all thy wants I 'le pour my Spirit out like Wine To th' brim I 'le fill that heart of thine As once of old I did at first These liberal Draughts shall make theespeak And pow'rfully thy Silence break Come drink it down and slake thy thirst Now shalt thou my high Praises utter And out with such transcendent matter Into the Mouths of men asleep That they shall wake Thy dead shall live And joyning with thee Praises give To God
thou sucklest all my Saints And mak'st their Faces shine I must admire the man That springs from such a Father That strongly draws by Graces laws The breasts of such a Mother Then drink and thirst again As Babes the Breasts adore Till thou shalt come to thy blest home And drink and thirst no more CANT IV. 6. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away I will get me to the mountains of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense HYMN 64. THere is a blessed day will break A glorious Light will shortly come Whose rays will make the shades betake As frightned to their lasting home A day will drink up all the Rain And scatter all the Fogs away And fully rout the dreadful train Of Clouds that now Eclipse the day No more shall Sin or Fears bespatter The glorious beauty of thy Face No more shall bloody Tyrants scatter Their roaring Bulls in every place There is a day and door of hope I mean to hasten all I can That will surprize both Turk and Pope And the blood-thirsty wicked man Till then the mount of Myrrh above And Heaven's hill of Frankincense Must for a while obscure my Love And Person from the eye of sence But do not fear from that Ascent As from a Mountain I can see And did before how all things went Till then do thou confide in me CANT IV. 7. Thou art all fair my Love there is no spot in thee HYMN 65. MY Love thou art all fair In thee no spot appears I ve washt thee white from what was black In precious blood and tears Thy parts are all inspir'd All Graces in thee shine Each faculty my Love hath fir'd And charm'd that heart of thine Degrees are wanting still 'T is yet thy Infant-state But yet we can spell out a man In Limbs that are not great I 'le pollish thee my Dove I 'le off with every spot I 'le drive the trade till it be said What Graces hast thou not Thy Sin and Guiltiness My Royal Robe shall cover And my imputed Righteousness Shall make thy God thy Lover My Soul 't is done for ever For ever praise his name His Blood was shed thy Sins are dead Never to rise again CANT IV. 8. Come with me from Lebanon my Spouse with me from Lebanon look from the top of Amana from the top of Shenir and Hermon from the lions dens from the mountains of the leopards HYMN 66. ANd now my welbeloved Spouse Since I have set thee free And clear'd thy stains that none remains Now love thy self and me Come Royal Princess come with me Thou shalt not come alone My presence shall thy Conduct be Only consent and come From Lebanon that Mount of Pleasures And from Amana too These barren Mountains yield no treasure Arise and let us go From Lions jaws and Leopards paws And all the wicked rout From Traytors gins and Spoylers dens Come I will lead thee out There 's nothing can degrade a man Like bruit-Society Or make him from his Essence come Like wicked company Resolved then I 'le leave these men Whom I did once adore At Jesus call I 'le leave them all And ne're come at them more CANT IV. 9. Thou hast ravished my heart my Sister my Spouse thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes with one chain of thy neck HYMN 67. MY Sister by the Father's side And Spouse by all consent Sister adopt and Spouse elect I 'm full and I must vent My ravisht heart hath felt a dart And I am all desire I who created Fire and Love With Love am set on Fire Something hath smote me from thine eye That eye of Faith it is That single wounding eye of Faith That makes me love thee thus That dares upon a naked word Of Promise trust me so That will secure it self of Love Ev'n whether I will or no. The chain is Love that draws my Love Do thou but say thou lov'st me It is a chain I captive am And nothing e're removes me My Soul fix this same Eye of Faith Upon him stedfastly Fasten the link with sodring Love He 's thine eternally CANT IV. 10. How fair is my Love my Sister my Spouse how much better is thy love than wine and the smell of thine oyntments than all spices HYMN 68. THou 'rt fair my Love thy Love is fair How fair I can't express Better than Wine but how much better I leave to thee to guess Love is heart-chearing wine bestow A glass of Love upon me And I 'le forget my Sorrows great The wrongs that have been done me I have no thirst but for thy Love Love me and stay my thirst O do but try to love me why Because I lov'd thee first Let no perfume henceforth presume To gratifie my wants No Spices sweet my Nostrils greet There are no sweet but Saints I love them with a pard'ning love Their follies I forgive I Love them with a lasting love That shall for ever live Amazement stops my verse and me O Lord that lov'st me thus O let me never never be Unkind ungracious CANT IV. 11. Thy lips O my spouse drop as the honey comb honey and milk are under thy tongue HYMN 69. THe gracious words thy lips adorn Like drops of Honey from the Comb 'T is Canaan's Language newly born From a Divine inspired Tongue Honey and Milk are not so sweet As savoury Speeches dropping down That nourish whomsoe're they meet And from a spir'tual Fountain come When Lips drop sighs and Eyes drops tears In penitential sight of Sin When Speech drops Praises and strong Pray'rs It shews a Honey comb within When nour'shing and soul fatting words Lye breeding underneath the Tongue And when due season birth affords This this my Love inspires my Song My Soul learn this Are gracious words So sweet to Christ thy dearest friend Then don't impose upon his nose The Carr'on stink that base words send Season my Lips with Salt my God And sift my Language from its dross For why should I so foolishly With Speeches vain contract my loss CANT IV. 11. And the smell of thy garment is like the smell of Lebanon HYMN 70. NAked and in thy blood before Unpollisht rude and rough I spread my Skirt and threw quite o're A Garment large enough And now like blessed Jacob in The Priestly Robe his Mother Vested him with he passeth fair And go'th for elder Brother Even thus imputed purple smells When on the Sinner thrown Like to a Field which God hath blest Tho borrow'd 't is thy own The fragrant smells of Lebanon The Mount of Canaans glory There never was such sweetness as These Garments shed before ye When once thou gett'st my Garment on Art with my Merits clothed My Father takes thee for his Son And for his best beloved My God! perfume my Soul and vest it And in thy Bosome lay it Upon thy tender Bowels rest it 'T is done if thou but say it CANT IV. 12. A garden
inclosed is my Sister my Spouse a Spring shut up a fountain sealed HYMN 71. MY Spouse I have enclosed And strongly fenc'd thee in With rocky Walls and scorching Fire Thou hast my Garden been If men dare scale the Flames To their own loss they venture I 'le keep thee so on every side They 'l knock but shall not enter I 'le plant thee with sweet Flow'rs And every fruitful Tree And all about I 'le make me Bow'rs And take my walks in thee I 'le shut and seal thee up No dirty foot shall see Thy heavenly Springs and Waterings Thou shalt my Fountain be O thou the Spring of Springs Whose Fountains always run Fountain of Fountains and all things From thee my Waters come O thou the King of kings Plant thou thy Garden round Let every walk thy Praises talk In thee my fruit is found CANT IV. 13. Thy plants are an Orchard of Pomegranates with pleasant fruits Camphire with Spikenard Ver. 14 Spikenard and Saffron Calamus and Cynamon with all trees of frankincense Myrrh and Aloes with all the chief spices HYMN 72. COme now my Sister let us go And how see the young of Sets do The Standarts must not stand I have A better use to put them to These I 'le transplanâ— to Paradice With Glory I will fill their faces They must be gone their work is done The young ones must supply their places The Lambs the Babes my Churches breed Are a more rav'shing sight to me Than the Pomegranate full of seed Or all the Arabian spices be The Spikenard Camphire and the rest Of choicest Aromatick fumes Are worthless when they do their best Let them be buried in their Tombs But O the Joy I take to see My pregnant Church her Children bear The young ones that convert to me My choicest Heaven on Earth is there Young ones awake since I do take Such pleasure in your budding Graces Repent Convert or 't will be Death For you to let me see your faces CANT IV. 15. A fountain of gardens a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon HYMN 73. IF I a Garden am thou art O Christ the living Spring If I have any sprouting Plants The Water thou dost bring No Water then no Fruit no growth No Spire can pierce the Clods The Fruit I bear if it be rare It is not mine but Gods My heart was dead the other day And then sweet Mercy came And washt it in a Spring of Blood It came to Life again My heart was hard as I may say As hard as any Stones I drench it in the living Spring And it to softness comes My heart was cold as cold as Ice Some heat it did require I found the living Waters had In them a living Fire Now let thy dying living blood Stream as from Lebanon Water my wants and wash my Plants Or we are all undone CANT IV. 16. Awake O North-wind and come thou South blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out HYMN 74. I Must have Air and Wind As well as Water Lord Or else my Garden that is I No fruit can ere afford Arise North-wind and South Rough and serene both best And do thou time their gates and thine In both Ish all be blest There 's not one Plant will thrive Or Flower hold its scent Unless thy Spirit Lord contrive To breathe their Nutriment How will the Spices flow How will my Graces flourish If thy sweet Spirit please to blow And drooping Flowers cherish For loves-sake let me beg O Holy Ghost thy Grace Thy Breathings Giftings Fillings Seals Let each work take its place If my Beloved come As he a coming is Not finding me and Fruit at home He 'l say my heart 's not his CANT IV. 16. Let my my beloved come into his Garden and eat his pleasant fruit HYMN 75. MY Garden is thy Garden Lord Therefore do thou the Winds awake Let sharp and cold North-winds accord With gentle South and their turns take Sometimes I need a nipping Frost Lord not too sharp lest all be lost To cross my sin let me be crost But Winds serene advantage most Let North awake and stop but let The South awake and come and blow Too much the North will nip the fruits But O the South will make them grow O Spirit of Love and harmless Dove Do thou take wings and fly to me Or else give wings to climbing Love And quickly I will up to thee My Lord here 's little fruit for thee Tho my Souls Garden do its best But if thou com'st there 's Fruit for me Tho I have none I shall be blest Thus poor Folks entertain the King And Landlords sit at Tenants table They have no more but what they bring Thou should have more if I were able Finis Cap. 4. Laus Jehovae CANT V. 1. I am come into my garden my Sister my Spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk HYMN 76. WEll I am come my Spouse Thy Pray'rs have given me wings I have accepted all thy vows And tasted all thy things In thee I find my myrrh My honey-Combs I eat Thy Milk and Wine is all Divine Thy Spices all are sweet Thy Plants that I have set Are in a thriving plight Thy heart a flour'shing Orchard is A Garden of delight O how I joy to see My cost not lost upon thee There grows sweet Fruit on every Tree The younger Plants have won me Thy Fruits of holiness Are Aromatick Spices Thy Garden and thy self no less To me a Paradise is My God how is it thus Can man relieve his Maker No but the grafted Cion is Of the Stocks life partaker CANT V. 1. Eat O friends drink yea drink abundantly O beloved HYMN 77. COme now all you that are my Friends My Church hath made a feast Come fill your Souls with Nectar bowls I call you with the rest I 'de have you all partake of these Her inexhausted pleasures Come eat and drink her Pray'rs and sink Your selves into her treasures Her Lips shall feed you and her Graces Their bounty shall express If Angels come they shall have some And Joy to every Guest Come then you drooping Spirits come Here is a worthy prize And if you please to drink up Seas I 'le give her fresh supplies Lord of all store I thee implore Since what is thine is mine And what is mine is thine This boon To grant do thou incline That thou wouldst fill me with thy self And stretch my Soul to hold thee And I shall feast me and the rest With what thy Love hath told me CANT V. 2. I sleep but my heart waketh HYMN 78. I Am a contradiction Lord I wake yet am asleep I am asleep and yet I wake I both and neither keep Thus after greatest beams of Love My heart grows cold again As after greatest gleams of Light The Heavens grow big with rain When first
I tasted rav'shing sweet From thy divinest Love I thought I never more should meet With darkness from above But now I am all Ice and Cold My Zeal I cannot keep As if I 'de over-drunk my self I 'm fallen fast a sleep But yet my hearts awake I would Do better if I could The Spirit is willing Flesh is weak O make me what I should I would not rock my self asleep If slumber overtake me Rouse up my drowsie Sences Lord And by thy Power wake me CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh saying Open unto me my sister my love my dove my undefiled for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night HYMN 79. LOve will not suffer drowsiness But kindly wakes his sleepy Spouse Thus Parents wake their children whose Dull inclinations cannot rowze Awakening Love a Voyage took In all the Rain and in the Deep To view the World and found that part That 's call'd Awak'ned fast asleep Awak'ning Love the danger saw How sleepy Saints unuseful were How prone the Devil was to Rob And spoil them of their precious ware How little love to Christ there was As men asleep they mind him not How soon their Temples by a Nail Might pierced be with deadly stroke Awak'ning Love that saw things thus Rouseth them first with midnight cries Cries Fire Fire O! the Fire of Hell Flames out awake why don't you rise That not prevailing turns his voice Into a Lovers earnest cry That knocks and bounceth at the door Cold wet Awake my Love 't is I. CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh saying Open to me my Sister my Love my Dove my undefiled One c. HYMN 80. OPen thy heart my Love And let thy Jesus in And why not ope thy heart to me As well as unto Sin Why not for me as well As for forbidden pleasure Shall I stand waiting at the door That am thy God and Treasure Shall I thy Lover take This pains to make thee mine And shall a base and sordid Lust Ensnare that heart of thine It breaks my heart to see My Love in Bed with Sin Whilest I the Husband am shut out And may not enter in My Jealous Heart and Eye Would prompt my Hand to take A Javelin up and strike thee dead But that my Bowels ake And yearn with Love and Pity Rise then and let me in And I 'le forgive thee all that 's past And love thee well agen CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocheth HYMN 81. HArk drowsie Soul whose Voice is that Whose hand that knocks at door That pleads his entrance with such charms I never heard before 'T is my beloved's O that Love Now in my lapsed state To call me Sister Love and Dove And undefiled Mate That pleads his Journey and his Locks Wet with the drops of Night His head bedew'd with rain he fain Would enter if he might Lord break the door the Spirit saith The Flesh wo'nt let me rise Burst all the Locks and Bolts and come The Flesh cries otherwise Come Jesus sweet and let us meet The better part saith Come But Flesh and Pleasure cries No no No no! there is no room My God shall Flesh prevail 't will be If thou stand'st neuter here As Candle by a snuff kept down That fain would upward soar CANT V. 3. I have put off my coat how shall I put it on I have washed my feet how shall I defile them HYMN 82. CAn'st thou not rise my Love I ran To help when thou wert cast My dearest Lord I cannot Can Flesh chains me down so fast Wilt thou not rise my Dove I rose When dead to make thee rise My Lord I cannot will This Flesh So hard upon me lies 'T is night 't is dark my coat is off How can I put it on My feet are washt and should I rise And make them foul anon Thus Eve her Figleaves stitcht together The Bidden made excuses The mild and gentle Jesus stands And puts up all abuses I might have said Can it be Night When day is at the door Or dark when he that is the Light Can darkness overpow'r I have put off my Coat and can't I put it on as soon Affronted thus my Jesus cry'd Farwel my Love I 'm gone CANT V. 4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door and my bowels were moved for him HYMN 83. AS men are wont when taking leave To wave the hand to parting friend I saw him do 't my heart did heave And all my bowels did extend My Jesus I shall ne're forget That dreadful black and sad surprize I would have rose with all my heart But at the present could not rise My bowels sounded when I saw His beck'ning hand a farwel give I thought I should have dy'd to see Him wave his hand and take his leave As frighted men in dreams would speak But have not power to speak a word My heart assai'd to pray him stay My moving bowels all concur'd I hal'd for breath and would have cri'd Stay Lord I come but could not utter I plainly saw my loss would be Like riches running down a Gutter My Soul these damps and dreadful cramps Contract the Sinews of the best My God! appear to me draw near When such Temptations me infest CANT V. 5. I rose up to open to my beloved and my hands dropped with myrrh and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh upon the handles of the lock HYMN 84. I Rose I went I op'd the door But I delay'd too long My dearest Lord was gone before Distated at this wrong Yet left a sweet persume behind The sign he had been there No sooner had I toucht the Lock My hands dropt down with myrrh He left me not till I him left And never left me so But left a vertue still behind To sweeten all my wo. Thus Lovers will absent but then Tokens shall blow the Flames And keep the Fire of Love alive And quicken the remains My God! my heart 's a rusty Lock Oyl it with Grace Divine My heart is more a chained door Burst up this Heart of mine Lay thy perfuming hand upon it And drop thy sweetness in 'T will fire my longings to thy self 'T will out with Sloth and Sin CANT V. 6. I opened to my beloved but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone my soul failed when he spake HYMN 85. JEsus withdraws Thus when the Sun Doth bid the World good-night It leaves it in a Dark and most Uncomfortable plight That word I 'm gone that killing word My heart did rend and tear I little thought his words were Swords Delays denials were I rose but he was gone from thence And left me all alone I never thought I 'le rise anon Did Tantamount Be gone If tears would fetch him back I 'de weep A Sea to waft him over If pray'rs I 'de rend the Skies with cries But I 'de
all things out of doubt O this is he Whom if we find we find All things that be And can enrich the mind My Soul 't is good Desires get desires 'T is others food As fire kindles fires Thus have I seen The Bellows raise a flame When wood was green And Coals to Billets came 'T is all the glory Poor Worms can bring to Jesus To lay before ye The matchless worth may please us CANT VI. 2. My beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the garden and to gather lilies HYMN 100. COme then and let us go Into his Gardens where The Spices smell and Lilies grow And we shall find him there Where fruitful People meet As Lily-roots abound In Beds all plac'd and Spices sweet There he is to be found Where he may feast himself With most Divine delight And have the sweetest tasts of love Where Saints meet in his sight Where holiness abounds And where his Spirit breathes And where his Fathers Praises sounds With these his Life he leads Come then and let us go And leave these barren Fields For here 's no Flow'r no Fruit and so Nothing true Pleasure yeilds The World 's a barren Heath The Church his Garden is And all his Saints are all his Plants His Presence is their bliss CANT VI. 3. I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine he feedeth among the lilies HYMN 101. O What a mercy'tis that I Deserted thus should feel a glance Of love dart from his pleasing eye Thus wounded by desertions lance I 've lost him yet I find a ray That drives my fright and fears away Howe re I pine in bitterness I 'm sure he 's mine and I am his Thus have I seen a sudden ray Dispel the Clouds and gild the day Under Vine-leaves a cluster hid And faith that can all fears outbid How bright is Faith in Bridal-robe Whose language is My Lord my God! My Christ whom I Monopolize And can him call my only prize There is in that same pronoun My A choice and sweet Divinity What is a glorious God to me If I can't lay my claim to thee I say he 's mine and I am his And humbly seal it with a kiss Angels is Heaven for none but you O! this to me is Heaven too Another to the Tune of Psal 50. BLess me my God What beam of Heaven is this Display'd abroad The day desertion is I 've lost my Love And yet I find a ray Dart from above That drives my frights away I 'm sure he 's mine I am sure I am his Howe're I pine And mourn in Bitterness Thus have I seen The Sun by sudden ray The clouds contemn And shine and gild the day There is a cluster Under the Vine-leaves hid When faith shall muster And false fears out-bid How bright is Faith When in the Bridal-robe A full blown Faith Whose Language is My God My Christ is all Whom I Monopolize And can him call My Love my only Prize And say I know He 's mine and I am his And in it grow Seal'd with a holy kiss Angels admire Is Heaven for none but you Let me aspire O this is Heaven too CANT VI. 4. Thou art beautiful my love as Tirzah as comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army with banners HYMN 102. I 'Le now unvail my self I 'le cloud my love no longer I 'le now appear to quench your thirst And satisfie your hunger I love those holy Fires That kept themselves alive When almost drown'd with Seas of Tears Thy Graces yet did thrive Thou art all fair my Love Thou art so very comely Thou art to me so beautiful That I admire thee only Like Tirzah's famous Citie Where Kings did keep their Courts Or like that fair Jerusalem Whose strong impregnant forts Whose terror struck their foes Made them to fly the place Such is thy Valour O my Love Such Thunder in thy Face Rome Hell the World and Flesh The Devil Death and Sin Under thy Hand do trembling stand Such terrors are they in It was my strength not thine That bare so dark a test The strength is mine by which thou shalt Soon vanquish all the rest Another to the Tune of Psal 104. THou art fair my Love Thou art very comely Thou art beautiful I admire thee only Tirzah's famous City Where Kings kept their Courts Makes me think on thee Whose impregnant forts Terror-strike thy Foes Conquer all that come With thy Swords and Shields Battering Hell and Rome World Flesh Devil and Sin Death trembling stand Nothing stands before Thy Victorious hand Thy Arms Armies are Thy Faith a sharp Spear All thy Graces are Swords to make them fear Such art thou my Love With thee is my strength Arm'd by me thou shalt Conquer all at length CANT VI. 5. Turn away thine eyes from me for they have overcome him HYMN 103. SAint turn away thine eyes from me For they do overcome me Thy piercing Eye-beams wound my heart Turn them O turn them from me 'T is not thy fleshly Eyes my Dear For they are my disgust No better they then filthy Styes And Caterers for Lust But 't is those inward Eyes that pierce me Those souly beams of Light That searching eye of strong Desire That found me in the Night That shot its rays about the dark And sparkled all with Fire And that same Eye of Faith it was The life of that desire That was so restless till it found Its truly long'd-for Jesu And was well-nigh in sorrow drown'd Till I had said I 'le ease you Eyes that were turned unto me When I was turned from thee Have made me fear the letting out Of too much Love upon thee Another to the Tune of Psal 104. TUrn away thine eyes They do overcome me Beauty in them lyes Matchless turn them from me Eyes are tempting things Mortals find them so Eyes have conquer'd Kings Brought their Scepters low 'T is not fleshly Eyes They are my disgust They are sinfâ—l Styes They are darts of Lust That Eye of Desire That did find me out And sparkling with fire Shot its rays about Restless till it found Its beloved Jesu And in Sorrow drown'd Till I said I 'le ease you That same Eye of Faith Whose bright darts could kill All that Sorrow saith Hopeless trusting still Eyes that turned to me When I turn'd away O these eyes undo me Conquering get the day I fear O my Saints I should Love too much My heart strongly pants Love to you is such CANT VI. 5. Thy hair is a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 104. NOw I will praise her for her hair The modest covering of her head The emblem of that Loyalty That in subjection's hand is lead Her hairs like Counters cast the sum Numberless numbers of her sins And having washt my feet with tears With hairs to wipe them she begins The Goats on Gileads mountains bear A long and soft and useful hair But no such Hair
as hers whose tresses Adorns her face with pleasing dresses Wo to the Crown of Pride whose hair Whose long and bushy Locks declare A bruitish Custom every where And only used for a Snare The long hair'd Gallants of these times Wear Horses mains on humane Faces Turn men to Monsters and the work Of God and Nature much disgraces God in a bush did once appear But in their bush hath never been They 'l never leave till Satan come And thrust a burning Candle in Another to the Tune of Psal 111. THe covering of her head With which she is bested Her hair the embleme is Of lovely Loyalty Subjection under me O what an honour ' t is With these she casts the sums As well it her becomes The number of her sins And having wash't my feet VVith hair a Towel meet To wipe them she begins VVo to the Crown of Pride VVho to her Sins beside Hath added every where Such loathsome heads of hair Us'd only for a Snare To those that foolish are That marry Horfes mains To humane Heads whose gains They must receive in Hell God in a Bush was seen But never hath he been VVhere this proud Bush doth dwell CANT VI. 6. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which goeth up from the washing whereof every one beareth twins and there is not one barren among them HYMN 105. MY Spouse I 'le add to praise thee more And will repeat again Think not that I 'le abate my Love Distasted at thy sin Those teeth are washt and double set They eat my Flesh and Blood I am thy spiritual food of Life I am thy chiefest good Thy grinders are thy Faith in me Thy Faith a stomach hath O how I love to see thee seed How lovely is thy Faith I 'le wash thy teeth in Milk and be A Breast a Feast a Table A Saviour to thy Faith and Thee Fear not for I am able I 'le make thy Faith bring forth her fruits As twinning Sheep their young I 'le water both the stem and roots And then I 'le freely come I 'le come with joy and great delight To see my Flocks a feeding As Shepherds use I 'le bless my sight To see my Sheep a breeding Another to the Tune of Psal 111. I 'Le praise my Church yet more To what I said before I will repeat again She shall not think that I Cause she was faulty fly Or in Affection wane Her teeth wherewith she chews Her food that Life renews Are washt and double set I am her spiritual food I am her chiefest good I 'le never her forget Her grinders are her Faith Her Faith a stomack hath To feed upon my Flesh The washing is my blood I 'le cleanse her in that flood And so her soul refresh Her Faith is fruitful too More then false faith can do Or barren doubts and fears She eats my Flesh and drinks My Blood and no man thinks VVhat lovely Fruit she bears CANT VI. 7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks HYMN 106. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomgranate All overspread with Rosy-red As natures bounty did create Her Face a Virgins blush adorns Spread with all ruby bashfulness A Face of Brass she highly scorns But comeliness commends her dress No crisp profanes her modest hair Content with Natures Ornament She scorns to go profanely bare Or give to Pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns her No Hypocrite in Face or Heart A painted piece Religion scorns her The Hypocrite and God must part She blusheth ' cause she cannot blush And fears because she fears no more Sense of her Sin doth always flush Her modest Face and grieve her sore My Soul this Consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Another to the Tune of Psal 112. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomegranate All overspread with Rosy-red As Natures bounty did create Thy Cheeks and Temples O my Spouse Modesty crowns and so thy Brows Thy Face a Virgin-blush adorns Spread with a ruby bashfulness A face of Brass thou highly scorns But comeliness commends thy dress Thy Guilt and Sin in which to blame As with a Pencil paints thy shame No Crisp prophanes thy modest hair Content with Natures Ornament Thou scorn'st to go prophanely bare Or give to pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns thee A painted piece Religion scorns thee My Soul this consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Bold steps in Sin let me not trace But guilty hide my blushing Face CANT VI. 8. There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number Vers 9 My dove my undefiled is but one she is the onely one of her mother she is the choice one of her that bare her HYMN 107. I Am no Bigamist I have no Concubines It 's onely one Church I admit One Child I have no Twins My Church is more to me And so she ever shall Than all things in the world that be Could I prevail at all Could I but gain her Love My heart would Captive be And all my Pains would be my gains My Cross my Melodie Let there be Threescore Queens And Fourscore Concubines And Virgins numberless that catch Fools in their snaring gins My Loved is but one That one is more than they There is more worth in her alone The Sun 't is makes it day Away false Beauties all My loved one is One I love but one and she shall call Her self my Spouse alone Another to the Tune of Psal 113. MY Church is more to me than all The things that are or ever shall My heart 's a Captive to her Love I 'me held in these desir'd chains As recompenc'd for all my pains Could I but her Affections move Let there be Threescore Queens in Thrones And Fourscore Concubines at once And Virgins numberless also This one of mine outshines the Day She is but one yet more than they And more to me as Angels know Thus several Members in one Man Epitomiz'd into a span Concenter still to make him one Thus Seas have many Rivers yet All these in the same Ocean met Make up but one Reception So is my undefiled Love Kingdoms her greater Members prove And lesser Churches are her parts And every Saint a Member is And they are many yet all this Is but one Center-nest of hearts CANT VI. 9. The Daughters saw her and blessed her yea the queens and the concubines and they praised her HYMN 108. HOw lovely are my precious Saints In others Eyes as well as mine Let Baalam speak or else let those That never found her yet Divine 'T is easie to commend the way No man can speak against the Truth The natural Conscience hath a ray But happy he the Chase pursu'th 'T is hard to
and me Thanksgivings keep No more shall men complain their hearts Can 't utter what free Grace imparts Like strait neckt Vessels take in little Enlargements shall be common now And fill your Souls you know not how And make you full that have been fickle CANT VII 10. I am my beloveds and his desire is towards me HYMN 125. YOu glorious Angels sound your Trumps This is the Wedding day King Jesus and his Saints agree Loves to each other pay Give me thy heart saith he my Son And for that Heart of thine Lest thou shouldst want a heart I 'le come And freely give thee mine Now view the Smiles that Crown the Face Of this exalted Bride That now 's about to take her place By her Beloveds side Renowned Jesus Art thou mine Since 't is thine own desire To thee my self I now resign My heart is all on fire With flames of Love to thee my King Thou mine and I am thine 'T is Heav'n to me thy Face to see I 'm thine and thou art mine May this days love more stable prove Than Hills and Mountains strong Let Jesus Christ the subject be Of my Eternal Song CANT VII 11. Come my beloved let us go forth into the Fields let us lodg in the Villages HYMN 126. THE Marriage being agreed upon Between the Bridegroom and the Bride When will this blessed Jesus come To tye the knot that must be ty'd Wilt thou a publick Wedding make Inviting all the World unto it No no! retirement we 'l take But Angels none shall see us do it There are such persons and such places From the Worlds eye obscurely hid And there will we exchange Embraces There there will we be Married 'T is secret Paths and private Walks Known to none else but thee and me 'T is Closet-breathings unheard talks That knits the knot 'tween me and thee I would not sell my secret Pray'rs For more than thousand pounds a year I would not lose my stolen tears For all the VVorlds rich treasure there VVhen I lockt up from the VVorlds eye Am all alone in Meditation Be sure my Christ is standing by And most at large in Revelation CANT VII 12. Let us get up early to the Vineyards let us see if the Vine flourish whether the tender Grapes appear and the Promegranates bud forth there will I give thee my loves HYMN 127. THE Vines and tender Grapes And the Pomegranate buds The new-born off-spring that are weak But shortly will be studs In sight of these my dear I 'le shew my love to thee As Children draw the Husbands love Thus mine is drawn from me Come see and be the Bride Of this most glorious Groom And lay your matters all aside And to the Wedding come You new converted are As much concern'd as I Flourish and dress your selves prepare The Bridegroom draweth nigh Take us for we are thine And are our own no longer We wish our selves were more Divine We wish our Love 's were stronger Thine only Will we be And thine Eternally O Rule and Teach and Govern us As well as save pray I. CANT VII 13. The Mandrakes give a smell and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits new and old which I have laid up for thee O my beloved HYMN 128. O What a joyful Spring is this The Mandrakes give their smell That lay all Winter buried in The Earth as in their cell Sion was dead but is alive The sweet perfumes of Grace Begin to bless the World and yield Their sents in every place The Converts both the new and old Are full of pleasant Fruit And all laid up for thee my Love To correspond thy suit Thus do the streams their tribute pay To Seas from whence they spring Now shall both Males and Females say Our Fruit to thee we bring How rich is Sions King that day When all his Saints shall woo him And bring their Treasures and shall pay Themselves attribute to him What joy when but a single Soul Is Married unto Jesus But O what Joy when Nations shall O how that sight will please us CANT VIII 1. O that thou wert as my brother that suckt the breast of my mother then should I find thee without I would kiss thee yet I should not be despised HYMN 129. WErt thou my brother Lord I could believe thy love Or hadst thou suckt my Mothers Breasts I could my fears remove And think 't were not below Thy self to make me thine Alas thou art too far above This low estate of mine Thou art a glorious Prince The Angels thee adore And I the vilest worm that lives This makes the wonder more VVilt thou be mean like me And be with Flesh possest And fellow-man and brother be And suck thy Mothers Breast VVell then I 'le kiss thee now No more thy distance dread Thus vail'd in Flesh I 'le dare approach And own thee as my Head Flesh of my Flesh and Bone O Christ I see thou art Now I 'le converse with thee alone And thou shalt have my heart CANT VIII 2. I would lead thee and bring thee into my Mothers house who would instruct me I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my Pomegranate HYMN 130. MY Christ how welcome would I make thee Wouldst thou but visit where I dwell I and my Mother would embrace thee And Joy to see thee at our Cell My Mother would instruct me where Her best and choicest Junkets lye And I would entertain thee there As blest in thy sweet company I 'de bring thee out my spiced Wine Made of the Juice of Pomegranate And thou shalt have this heart of mine Inflam'd with Love at highest rate I will thee feast with all my best And strive attendance due to give Thou shall have me and all the rest Thy own so long as we shall live I will end eavour such a life Shall pleasing be to thy define And speak thy Praise till it shall raise VVithin my heart an holy fire Only he pleas'd to come and lend Assisting Grace to this endeavour If I by Ague-fits grow cold Turn them into a burning Fever CANT VIII 3. His left hand should be under my head and his right hand should embrace me HYMN 131. MY work is great O stay my head Infuse that Wisdom from above And let thy strength my weakness wed And with infirm'ty fall in Love My head is sick my heart is faint As overpow'rd with my task I thee with all my Grief acquant And thy Assistance humbly ask The left and right hand of thy Pow'r Outward and inward help must give Thy arms about me in this hour Embrace me must and make me live O my Redeemer with thy Arms Refresh the heart of fainting me Let me experience thy Love-charms Till I am more in love with thee Then shall my Charets run a pace No rubs shall hinder their swift motion The Wheels anointed with thy Grace As Ships ride fast upon the Ocean Thus the
warm hand on aking head And circling Arms about the loyns Revives a man that lies half dead And under difficulties pines CANT VIII 4. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem that ye stir not up nor awake my love until he please HYMN 132. MY King is gone to rest And resteth in his Love Hath plac'd himself where he thought best And never will remove What pity then it is For us to break his ease Or give the least disturbances Or wake him till he please He only knows his time He knows his time to rise Then he 'l awake and progress make To do his enterprize Delays are dangerous To us but not to him He never stays but his delays Have his Advances been He cannot come too soon He never stay'd too long To his bedside your pray'rs may come With other Saints along With these you may awake him When seeming fast asleep But if you shall by Sin forsake him O this will wound him deep CANT VIII 5. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness leaning upon her beloved HYMN 133. UPon the Wings of fame it flies To all the Nations round That God hath op'ned Judah's eyes And made his Grace abound Who 's this and what a thing is this That Jew's of rude Behaviour Should at the last Messiah tast And own him for their Saviour This news awakens all the Earth Sounds like the Voice of Thunder Never was such a Sight before Never was such a Wonder What Judah turn What Israel That kill'd the Living Lord And basely nail'd him to the Cross The man which they abhorr'd What they return and all at once They and their Children too And shall his imprecated Blood A healing Vertue shew O blessed day Jehovah raise My heart to praise thee more Let all the Lands now clap their hands And Sions King adore CANT VIII 5. I raised thee up under the Apple-tree there thy Mother brought thee forth there she brought thee forth that bare thee HYMN 134. I Saw thee in thy Fathers Loyns And in thy Mothers Womb When Eve under the Apple-tree Was working out thy Doom I rais'd thee then when thee I saw Condemn'd by Adams fall Didst eat the Fruit as well as he The Father of us all The VVoman and her Seed was rais'd By th' VVoman and her Seed Thus the same hand that gave the wound Did help in time of need I saw thee when I dy'd upon The cursed Tree the Cross All in thy Blood as well as I VVith all thy Sins in gross I rais'd thee then my Blood cry'd Live To those that made me dye I built thee up a Tow'r of Love Upon Mount Calvary Keep humble then O Sion and Think of thy Pedigree Tho I exalt thee thus don't thou Exalt thy self but me CANT VIII 6. Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a seal upon thine arm HYMN 135. MY God! since I am listed under So great a General as thee Let me not fail to break in sunder The En'mies Force what ere it be Set me a Seal upon thy heart As did the great High-Priest of old On Judgment 's Brest-plate grave by art The Names of Israels Sons enroll'd O let me lay my careful head Upon that Pillow of thy Love And feel my self so kindly led Into thy very heart my Dove Set me a Seal upon thy Arm Upon thy mighty Shoulders bear me And guide me thorow that no harm Or Cowardise may ever fear me Let it be now as when of old I on thy Palms engraven was VVhen thou didst all my walls uphold Again Lord let it come to pass Then will I ope the Silent doors And make all Creatures give thee praise The slumbring Earth the Seas that roars Shall each contend thy Name to raise CANT VIII 6. For Love is as strong as death jealousie is as cruel as the grave HYMN 136. BOast of thy Triumphs Death O Time advance thy VVings Love hath as many killing Darts As thou hast deadly Stings When Christ shall Arm his Love And gird his Bowels on His En'mies shall before him fall And Death it self undone Observe the World and see What conquests Death hath made How many Kings and such like things In silent graves hath laid Such Conquests in his Strength King Jesus will obtain His Jealousie will rage at length And he alone shall reign No strength shall stand before him No Ammunition Force He 'l Slay the Kings that wont adore him And Love shall have its course Then shall we be at rest And Peace on every side Victorious Love will have it so When he asserts his Bride CANT VIII 6. The coals thereof are coals of fire which hath a most vehement flame HYMN 137. HAve you not seen the Desolations That veh'ment Flames have made What multitudes of Habitations In dust and rubbish laid How fiercely without all respect To things or persons had It quickly works its sad effect And makes mens cases bad Thus will the just revenging God Before him send a Fire And with a smarting burning Rod Our blood on them require Now Fire for Fire Blood for Blood City for City shall Be fir'd down he 'l quench his Wrath In Blood and make them fall Now Babels Towers all shall fall And all her Props come down The bitter Cup she must drink up And off must come her Crown My God make hast why stay thy Wheels Why stay thy Charets Lord O why so long before thou come According to thy word CANT VIII 7. Many waters cannot quench Love neither can the floods drown it HYMN 138. WAters that quench the fire can't Put out the Fire of Love Immortal Love nor drowns nor dies Its life is from above His Love to his will make its way To rid us out of thrall There 's none shall stand at that great day That don't before him fall Be wise ye Princes of the Earth And kiss the Son of God His Anger fumes who 's he presumes To urge his Iron-rod His Love shall bring a flood of Fire Like Noahs Water-flood Topping the Mountains in his Ire That cannot be withstood My Soul admires the Power of Love Love 's all for Gods is Love His Foes as soon may quench the Sun As this vast Love remove If one small spark of Love in us Can live in Waters deep Much more his glorified Love Alive in Seas will keep CANT VIII 7. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love it would utterly be condemned HYMN 139. WHat is the price of Love my King What shall I give thee for a spark Will all my substance buy the thing Away fond Worm thou' rt in the dark Love never yet was bought or sold Come all ye hungry thirsty Souls The price of Love is yet untold Come without money fill your bouls T is a mistake to think that Christ Did ever purchase Fathers Love 'T was Love by which he did subsist 'T was Love that brought him from above Tho ' mongst the
Apples in my bosom pour'd Now shall your Fruit be pleasant and Full grown and Mellow for my tast Instead of rent to me in hand I 'e pay you all the Rent at last You serve your selves in serving me You love your selves when me you love If here you not rewarded be You shall receiv't in Heaven above And tho King Solomon could not graft Into himself to raise his Fruit You into me shall grafted be Take it upon my word I 'le do 't CANT VIII 13. Thou that dwellest in the Gardens the companions hearken to thy voice HYMN 147. MY work is done I must be gone My business calls away To wait upon my Fathers Throne Farewel I must not stay Mean while I 'le leave my heart behind And often to thee send And spread thy case at Throne of Grace And strongly thee defend I 've plac'd thy Habitation in The Gardens of delight No more the Boar as was before Thy tender Plants shall bite Amidst these fruitful Plants shall be Thy work and dwelling placed And with incouragement thou shalt see Each Border sweetly graced In these inclosed Gardens let The Commons hear thy voice And those that have not listned yet To hear thee shall rejoyce Then tell them plainly all the thing Bid them accept their bliss When news you bring of Sions King They will be yours and his CANT VIII 13. Cause me to hear it HYMN 148. O Let me hear you Preach to those That would Companions be In Sufferings and in Priviledg O bring them unto me Call nothing common and unclean The greatest Sinner may By precious blood be turn'd to good Their sins be done away But let me hear you speak to me No whispering Trumpet shall Convey the Voice my Spirit shall be Your Mouth your Post your All. I must be gone you know a while As was ordain'd of old To get things ready for the day That was so long foretold But in this distance let me hear From thee my dearest Love Acquaint me but with what thou want'st I 'le send it from above My full supplies shall feast thine Eyes And make thy heart rejoyce I only move to thee my love Let me but hear thy Voice CANT VIII 14. Make hast my beloved and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices HYMN 149. MY God make all the hast thou canst Why do the hours move so slow Why stops the glass that turned was So many hundred years ago Is wakeful time fall'n fast asleep Why do the wheels of Motion stay Why doth my God in Prison keep That blest and long'd-for glorious day Lovers will hasten all they can Thou lovest then why dost thou stay What Love and linger O make hast Lord if thou lov'st me come away 'T is not the pleasures of the World Nor joys nor toys that can delight me The blessed Angels lovely Faces Without thy Presence would affright me The glorious Joys of Heav'n it self Are but a Map of thee my King Jesus in Shorthand Characters A notion but thy self the thing Come then my All my chiefest good When shall blest Heavens so befriend us To spare thee down O when shall they A sight of our dear JESUS send us Is it not midnight Lord and past When shall we hear the Clocks strike One One Faith One Way One Sight One Tast One Lawgiver One Lord One Throne One Truth One Gospel One Consent One God One Jesus only known Oh that this midnight-hour were spent That all might coalesce in One CANT VIII 14. Be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon a the mountains of spices HYMN 150. NEver more need to come with speed Foundations are dissolved Justice and Right is fallen quite Thy Saints in wo involved Lord if thou wilt by water come Mine Eyes shall weep a Sea Or if by Land my Charets stand In readiness for thee Pardon this error tears nor love Nor no such thing from me Can speed his coming from above But Love that is in thee The spicy Mountains are thy way Thy steps perfume the Air The Heav'ns shall open in that day And Beams of glory fair The Angels shall attend thy call Thy Saints shall wait upon thee Thy Dead shall rise thy Trump surprize Thy Enemies flying from thee O that that welcome day were come We never saw a day Can it be day without a Sun Sweet Jesus come away Triuni Gloria Omnia fecit Amor. FINIS