Our Parent Nurse and Guide Whose Streams do water Paradise And all the Earth beside Thine Upper and Thine Nether Springs Make both thy Worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltering Wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive 6. Thy Arm of Might most mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts doth break My God thou canst do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou canst not Cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth Thee That canst thou do and more 7. Who would not fear thy Searching Eye Witness to all that 's true Dark Hell and deep Hypocrisie Lie plain before its View Motions and Thoughts before they grow Thy Knowledge doth Espy What unborn Ages are to do Is done before thine Eye 8. Thy Wisdom which both makes and mends We ever much Admire Creation all our Wit Transcends Redemption rises Higher Thy Wisdom guides stray'd Sinners home 'T will make the dead World rise And bring those Prisoners to their Doom Its Paths are Mysteries 9. Great is thy Truth and shall prevail To Unbelievers shame Thy Truth and Years do never sail Thou ever art the same Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God doth not his Israel Save Then let Egyptians mock 10. Most pure and Holy are thine Eyes Most Holy is thy Name Thy Saints and Laws and Penalties Thy Holyness proclaim This is the Devils scourge and sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In Heavenly Canaan's Tongue 11. Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are drown'd in thy Red Sea Mercy is God's Memorial And in all Ages prais'd My God thine only Son did fall That Mercy might be Rais'd 12. Thy bright Back parts O God of Grace I Humbly here Adore Shew me thy Glory and thy Face That I may praise Thee more Since none can see thy Face and live For me to die is best Through Jordan's streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan's Rest Another 1. WHat shall I Render to my God For all his Gifts to Me Sing Heav'n and Earth rejoyce and praise His Glorious Majesty Bright Cherubims sweet Seraphims Praise Him with all your might Praise praise Him all ye Hosts of Heav'n Praise him ye Saints in Light 2. Ye blessed Patriachs praise the Lord For his First-fruits are ye Bless'd Prophets who dreamt here of God Praise Him whom now you see Offer to God ye glorious Priests Your Sacrifice of Praise Sweet Psalmists now your Hearts are Fixt Your tuneful Voices raise 3. Yet twelve Apostles of the Lamb Who here proclaim'd your King And Fill'd this World with holy Sounds Loud Hallelujahs Sing Triumphant Martyrs ye did Fight And Fighting ye did fall And falling ye took up a Crown Crown Him who Crown'd you all 4. Praise praise Him all ye saved Ones From whom Salvation came Praise Him that Sits upon the Throne And Praise the Glorious Lamb. Praise praise him all ye Saints below Praise him both East and West Praise him all ye Baptized Lands Praise whom you have Profess'd 5. O Praise Him all ye Crowned Heads That own the Christian Name Praise Him who is the King of Kings Raise and Enlarge his Fame Praise Him all Christian Magistrates Gain Credit to his Ways Praise Him ye Ministers of God Teach Others Him to Praise 6. Praise Him our Famous Christian Isle Praise him with one accord Let every Tongue let every Tribe Be taught to Praise the Lord Praise Him my Friends and Kindred all O Praise Him all your Days My Mind and Heart my Lip and Life Joyn to advance his Praise 7. O Let me praise thee whilst I live And praise thee when I dye And praise thee when I rise again And to Eternity Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost The Father sent his Son The Son sends forth the Holy Ghost For Mens Salvation 8. Mysterious depths of Endless Love Our Admirations raise My God thy Name exalted is Far above all our Praise III. A Song of Praise for Creation 1. THou wast O God and thou wast Blest Before the World begun Of thine Eternity possest Before Time's Glass did Run Thou needest none thy Praise to Sing As if thy Joy could Fade Could'st thou have needed any thing Thou could'st have nothing made 2. Great and Good God it pleased Thee Thy God-head to declare And what thy Goodness did decree Thy Greatness did prepare Thou spak'st and Heaven and Earth Appear'd And Answer'd to thy Call As if their Makers Voice they heard Which is the Creatures ALL. 3. Thou spak'st the Word most mighty Lord Thy Word went forth with Speed Thy Will O Lord it was thy Word Thy Word it was thy Deed Thou brought'st forth Adam from the Ground And Eve out of his Side Thy Blessings made the Earth abound With these Two multiply'd 4. Those three great Leaves Heav'n Sea Land Thy Name in Figures shew Bruites feel the Bounty of thy Hand But I my Maker know Should not I here thy Servant be VVhose Creatures serve me here My Lord whom should I fear but Thee VVho am thy Creatures Fear 5. To whom Lord should I Sing but thee The Maker of my Tongue Lo other Lords would Seize on Me But I to thee belong As Waters haste unto their Sea And Earth unto its Earth So let my Soul return to Thee From whom it had its Birth 6. But ah I 'am fallen in the Night And cannot come to thee Yet speak the Word Let there be Light It shall Enlighten me And let thy Word most Mighty Lord Thy Fallen Creature raise O make me o're again and I Shall Sing my Makers praise IV. A Song of Praise for Preservation 1. THou Lord who raised'st Heaven and Earth Dost make thy Building stand The Weight whereof doth wholly Rest On thine Almighty Hand Should'st thou withdraw thy Hand of might The Earth would quit its place The shining Heaven would vanish streight Into meer empty Space 2. For as that Liquors Scent remains Which first the Cask did Fill So Feeble Creatures hold the Scent Of their first nothing still Lord what is Man that Child of Pride That boasts his High degree If one poor moment he be Left He Sinks and where is He 3. In Thee I Live and Move and am Thou deal'st me out my days As thou renew'st my Being Lord Let me renew thy Praise From thee I am through thee I am And for thee I must be 'T is better for me not to live Than not to live to thee 4. My God thou art my glorious Sun By whose bright Beams I shine As thou Lord ever art with Me Let me be ever thine Thou art my living Fountain Lord Whose streams on me do flow My self I render unto thee To whom my self I owe. 5. As thou Lord an Immortal Soul Has t Breathed into me So let my Soul be Breathing forth Immortal Thanks to Thee V. A Song of Praise for Provision 1. COme let us praise our
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
will run after Thee Thou hear'st thou draw'st I come I come Thy Love my God is sweet Thy Presence-Chamber is the Room Where Souls and Joys do meet Our Earthly Pleasures we forget To think upon thy Love All upright Souls their Minds do set On Thee my Lord above 5. Tho' I to Strangers black do seem And under Foot am trod Yet am I Fair in Heav'ns esteem I am the House of God 6. O do not scorn my outward state Ye know not what 's within Whom God doth love how dare ye hate My Saviour hides my Sin Profest Church-Members should have brought Some Comfort to my Mind But did they Treat me as they ought Alas they prov'd unkind Their Anger did my words controul They Bow'd me to their Will And so my own immortal Soul Declin'd and Fared ill 7. Pitty my tempted state O Lord Whom still I do adore O bring me home by thy good Word My Lapsed Soul Restore Since Lord thy Mercies still abides Shall I be lost among False Flocks false Doctrines and false Guides Which do thine Honour wrong Christ 8. My Church to Me the World is dross And thou a Pearl of Price And art thou Stray'd and as a Loss Attend to my Advice Look back upon my Church of old And mark which way they went And let thy Childrens Eyes behold The Pastors I have sent 9. As Pharaohs Horses Egypts Pride Is deem'd the Choicest Breed So thou my Church my Fairest Bride All Fair Ones doth exceed 10. Mans Eyes the outward state behold Mine Eyes are on thy Heart Whilst other'S shine with Pearl and Gold Through Grace thou lovely art 11. My Soul that loves thee is so glad Thy Stock of Grace to see I and my Father we will add A new supply to Thee The Church 12. My King doth Sit in Heav'n above VVhere Angels do attend And from below my Faith and Love Shall to my King ascend 13. My Faith ascends unto my Lord And brings him down to Me My Love a Bosom doth afford VVhere he shall lodged be O the sweet time as if I was Reigning in Heav'n above VVhence once my Soul doth Christ embrace in Arms of Faith and Love 14. It is so sweet when we do meet My Joys in Christ exceed The sweetest Smells and Tasts and Sighs VVhich can our Senses feed Christ 15. My dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Faithful and so Kind The Church 16. My dearest Lord thou art the Sun By whose bright Beams I shine And then my Glory first begun When thou becamest mine Since thou art mine and I am thine A Num'rous Race do flow In every place which to thy Grace Their Birth and Being owe. 17. The dear Assemblies of thy Saints Where thou my Lord dost dwell Are sweet and pure and shall endure Against the Gates of Hell The VERSION CHAP. II. Christ 1. I Am the Rose of Sharon-Field I am the Lilly White The Lilly which the Valleys yield I am both sweet and bright 2. What are Thorns in th' Account of Men Vnto the Lilly bright What are the Fairest Daughters when My Love appears in sight The Church 3. What are the common Trees o' th' Wood Unto the Apple Tree What is the Rich and Noblest Blood My lovely Lord to Thee I sate Rejoycing in Times past Under his cooling Shade His Fruit was sweet unto my Tast O what a Feast I made 4. Unto his Cellars stor'd with Wines He caus'd Me to remove Over my Head abroad he spread The Banner of his Love 5. Give Flagons for a Cordial Bring Apples Me to chear For I am sick I faint I fall I languish for my Dear 6. His Left Hand underneath my Head For my Support is plac'd His Right Hand over me is spread And thus I am Embrac'd 7. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor stir my Love Until it be his mind 8. My Welbeloved's Voice of Joy My Heart with Comfort fills He comes Leaping on Mountains high And Skipping on the Hills 9. My Welbeloved comes in hast Like a swift footed Roe Nay my Beloved flies so fast Young Hart did never so Behind our Wall lo he doth stand He 's at our Windows seen He shews himself so near at Hand There 's but a Grate between 10. I gladly heard his gracious Tone Who thus to me did say Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 11. The Season of the Year invites The Winters gone and past Behold a Spring of new Delights No Rain nor stormy Blast 12. The Flowers upon the Earth appear The Birds begin to sing The People of our Land do hear The Turtles murmuring 13. Green Figs upon their Trees are grown Young Grapes their Smells display Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 14. O my Fair Dove whose Fairness dwells In dark Obscurity In cloven Rocks and secret Cells Come shew thy self to me O let thy Face to me appear I 〈◊〉 thy Voice answer mine Thy Voice is Musick in mine Ear Thy Countenance doth shine 15. Catch us the Foxes in a Toyl The little Foxes catch For they our Fruitful Vines do spoil Their tender Grapes they snatch 16. My Welbeloved he is mine And I am his indeed In Pastures which with Lillies shine He makes his Flock to feed 17. Till the day break and shades depart Beloved hast to me Even as the Roe and tender Hart On Bether-Mountains flee The Paraphrase CHAP. II. Christ. 1. SVch is the Power of my sweet Love My Church it sweetneth It sweetens Earth and Heav'n above It sweetens Life and Death Such is the Beauty of my Face 'T is with such Glories crown'd That Solomon's Glory must give place To what shines me around As Lillies in the Valleys-grow So I the Valleys own The Humble are my Heav'n below The Lowly are my Throne 2. No comely Persons can I see But whom my Grace adorns My Church a Lilly is to me And all the Rest are Thorns The Church 3. None but a Jesus none but He He is the Chiefest Good My Jesus is an Apple-Tree And others Barren Wood He is a Shadow from the Heat Of Conscience Wrath and Hell He is true Manna Heav'nly Meat Which feeds his Israel The Shadow of his Sacraments Hath been exceeding good Under that Shade a Feast I made Upon his Flesh and Blood 4. My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'd With sweet and precious Wine What Sweetness found I in my Lord When he said I am thine As Souldiers to their Colours stand And after them do move So doth my dearest Lord command And draw me by his Love 5. Nothing but Glory can suffice The Appetite of Grace I long for Christ with Restless Eyes I languish for his Face O take me up or let me Sup On Promises Divine Those Apples from the Tree of Life Those Flagons full of Wine 6. How am I Born whilst
Spiritual Songs OR Songs of Praise TO Almighty God Upon several Occasions Together with The SONG of SONGS Which is SOLOMON's First Turn'd then Paraphrased in English Verse To which may be added Penitential Cries The Sixth Edition Corrected With an Addition of a Sacred Poem on Dives and Lazarus LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns at the lower end of Cheap-side near Mercers Chappel 1699. THE PREFACE OUR Blessed Saviour immediately before he went out to Suffer Sung an Hymn and his Disciples Sung with Him aâ—e to his Ascension into Heaven the Apostles Sâ—ng the Praises of God and Taught others to 〈◊〉 so After them Primitive Christians Sum and so must the Christians of this time 〈…〉 should hold their Peace the Stones would immediately Cry out Should we be Siâ—â—nt even the Heathens might shame us One 〈◊〉 said formerly to his Friends If I was 〈◊〉 Nightingale I would Sing like a Nightingale But now I am a Man I will Sing the Praises of God as long as I Liâ—e I would have you to Sing with 〈◊〉 Sing we then heartily to our good God as it 〈◊〉 becometh us so dear to us should the Concernment of God's Honour be that should Solemnly own his Goodnesâ— Power at Wisdom even in those Works of His where we have no special Interest For this we haâ— the Example of Holy David â—nd â—thers Bâ—â— if we have not attained to so divine a Franâ—â—et we should at least praise God for our oâ— Mercies which are scarce Mercies scarce 〈◊〉 if they be not Thankfully acknowledge to Him that gave Them some of which 〈◊〉 taken Notice of in the First Part of the Bâ—â— But who can express the Noble Acts of 〈◊〉 Lord or shew forth all his Praises Solomonâ— Song is an Heavenly 〈◊〉 course betwixt Christ and his Church and how he loves Herâ— How he extols Hâ—â— Hâ—â— he 〈◊〉 Her 〈◊〉 be rejoyce 〈…〉 Her It is a thing which cannot be duly thoâ—g 〈◊〉 upon without an Holy Astonishment as is 〈◊〉 Majestyâ— so is his Mercy so is his Love 〈◊〉 Joy Hence it is that the day of his Espouâ—â—ls 〈◊〉 dâ—y that 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 with infinite Happiness it 's styled the day 〈…〉 Gladâ—â—ss of his Heart Ch. 5. 〈◊〉 In the Version I Look'd at the Words In the Paraphrase at the Spiritual Sense In the whole at the Edification of those that Love our Lord Jesus Christ in Sincerity Worthy is the Lamb that was Slain to receive Power and Riches and Wisdom and Strength and Honour and Glory and Blessing Let Heaven and Earth praise him let Saints and Angels praise Him Let God's Holy Church throughout all the World praise Him Let all the Tongues and Tribes of the Earth praise Him Let Time praise Him Let Eternity praise Him Let our Lips and our Lives praise Him Let our Souls praise Him And O may they be a Praise to the Riches of his Grace for ever THE Contents of the First Part. I. A General Song of Praise to Almighty God II. Another III. A Song of Praise for Creation IV. A Song of Praise for Preservation V. A Song of Praise for Provision VI. A Song of Praise for Protection VII A Song of Praise for Health VIII A Song of Praise for Family-prosperity IX A Song of Praise for good Success in Honest Affairs X. A Song of Praise for the Morning XI A Song of Praise for the Evening XII A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ XIII A Song of Praise for Christ XIV A Song of Praise for Redemption XV. A Song of Praise for the Gospel XVI A Song of Praise for a Gospel-Ministry XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's Day XX. Another XXI A Song of Praise for the Patience of God XXII A Song of Praise for the Pardon of Sin XXIII A Song of Praise for peace of Conscience XXIV A Song of Praise for Joy in the H. Ghost XXV A Song of Praise for Grace XXVI A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from spiritual Troubles XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent danger of Death XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory XXXI A Song of Praise Collected out of the Book of Psalms XXXII Another XXXIII A Song of Praise collected from the Doxologies in the Revelation of St. John BOOKS printed for Tho. Parkhurst A Body of Practical Divinity consisting of one Hundred Seventy Six Sermons on the lesser Carechism of the Assembly of Divines at Westminster with a Supplement of some Sermâ—ns on several Texts of Scripture by Thoâ— Watson formerly Minister of St. Stephens Walbrook Recommended by several Eminent Divines to Masters of Families and others Sacramental Hymns collected chiefly from such Passages of the New Testament as contain the most suâ—table matter of Divine Praiseâ— in the Celebration of the Lords Supper tâ— which is added one Hymn relating to Baptism and another to the Ministry By Jos Boysâ— Minister of the Gospel Penitential Cries in Thirty two Hymns by John Mason M. A. and Author of the Songs oâ— Praise Six hundred Select Hymns and Spirituaâ— Songs collected out of the Bible together with a Catechism the Canticles and a Catalogue of Virtuous Women by W. Bartam A. M. The Psalms of David in Metre newly translated and diligently compared with the original Text and former Translations more plain smooth agreeable to the Text than any heretofore Recommended by Tho. Manton J. Owen VVilliam Jenkyn Tho. Watson Tho. Lye Matth. Pool Matthew Meâ—d Tho. Doolittle Tho. Vincent Nath. Vincent VVill. Carslake Rich. Mayâ— and divers other Eminent Divines Songs of Praise to Almighty God upon several Occasions I. A General Song of Praise to Almighty God 1. HOW shall I Sing that Majesty Which Angels do admire Let Dust in Dust and Silence lie Sing Sing ye Heavenly Quire Thousands of Thousands stand Around Thy Throne O God most High Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy Praise but who am I 2. Thy Brightness unto them appears Whilst I thy Footsteps trace A Sound of God comes to my Ears But they behold thy Face They Sing because thou art their Sun Lord send a Beam on me â—or where Heaven is but once begun There Hallelujahs be 3. Enlighten with Faiths Light my Heart Enflame it with Loves Fire Then shall I Sing and bear a part With that Celestial Quire I shall I fear be dark and cold With all my Fire and Light Yet when thou dost accept their Gold Lord Treasure up my Mite 4. How great a Being Lord is thine Which doth all Beings keep Thy Knowledge is the only Line To found so vast a Deep Thou art a Sea without a Shore A Sun without a Sphere Thy Time is now and evermore Thy place is every where 5. How good art thou whose Goodness is
Throne That I with Him may Reign Glory to God the Father be Glory to God the Son Glory to God the Holy Ghost Glory to God Alone A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry 1. FAir are the Feet which bring the News Of Gladness unto Me What Happy Messengers are these Which my bless'd Eyes do see These are the Stars which God appoints For Guides unto my Eyes To lead me unto Bethlem-Town Where my dear Saviour Lies 2. These are my Gods Ambassadors By whom his Mind I know God's Angels in his lower Heav'n God's Trumpeters below The Trumpet sounds the Dead arise Which fell by Adam's Hand Again the Trumpet sounds and they Set forth for Canaans Land 3. The Servants speak but thou Lord dost A hearing Ear bestow They smite the Rock but thou my God Dost make the Waters flow They shoot the Arrow but thy Hand Doth drive the Arrow home They call but Lord thou dost Compel And then thy Guests are come 4. Angels that flie and Worms that creep Are both alike to Thee If thou make Worms thine Angels 〈◊〉 They bring my God to me As Sons of Thunder first they 〈◊〉 And I the Lightning fear But then they bring me to my Home And Sons of Comfort are 5. Lord thou art in them of a Truth That I might never stray The Clouds and Pillars march before And shew me Canaans way I bless my God who is my Guide I sing in Sions ways When shall I sing on Sions Hill Thine Everlasting Praise XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism 1. LOrd What is Man that Lump of Sin Made up of Earth and Hell Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell Man is a Leper from the Womb An Ethiopian born A Traitor 's Guilty Son and Heir VVorthy of pain and scorn 2. And dost thou â—ook on such a One Are not thine Eyes most pure 〈◊〉 they are Eyes of Pity too Where 〈◊〉 do beg a Cure This 〈…〉 Loathsom Sight But Pay casts an Eye And bids him wash in Jordan's Streams To Cure his Leprosie 3. This Ethiopian Skin is chang'd And made as white as Snow When dipt in wonder-working Streams VVhich from Christ's Side did flow As Adam slept and from his Side A Killing Eve arose From my pierc'd Lord that smitten Rock A pure Life-Fountain flows 4. Ah what a Tainted wretch is Man And so he must have stood But lo an Act of Sovereign Grace Restores him to his Blood Save me my God for I am thine Lord own thy Seal to me O wash my Soul till it be cleans'd And purify'd for Thee 5. Blest above Streams is Jordan's Flood VVhich toucheth Canaans Shore I 'll sing thy Praise in Jordan's Streams In Canaan evermore XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 1. O Praise the Lord praise him praise him Sing Praises to his Name O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth Extol and Laud the same VVho spared not his only Son But gave Him for us all And made him drink the Cup of Wrath The VVormwood and the Gall. 2. Frail Nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass But he must drink it off and this The Fathers Pleasure was Lo then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd Yielding Himself to God and Man He stretch'd his Arms and dy'd 3. He Dy'd indeed but Rose again And did ascend on High That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might Live Eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth Vengeance vex and tear VVere it not for a Dying Christ Our Dwelling had been there 4. His Blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our Sin gave us Himself VVhat an Exchange is here VVhatever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ And must we Drink his Blood 5. His Flesh is Heav'nly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His Comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls VVith thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy Face 6. When shall our Souls mount up to Thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine VVhich is for ever New XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day 1. MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the Sweetness of his Rest He makes his Servants share How sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lie Thy Church below doth Rest in hope Of that Felicity 2. Thou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast Thy Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this Day of Rest Welcome and dear unto my Soul Are these sweet Feasts of Love But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above 3. I bless thy wise and wondrous Love Which binds us to be free Which makes us leave our Earthly Snare That we may come to thee I come I wait I hear I pray Thy Footsteps Lord I trace I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face 4. These are my Preparation-days And when my Soul is Drest â—se Sabbaths shall deliver Me 〈◊〉 mine Eternal Rest XX. Another 1. BLest Day of God most calm most bright The first and best of Days The Lab'rours Rest the Saints Delight A day of Mirth and Praise My Saviours Face did make thee shine His rising did thee raise This made thee Heavenly and Divine Beyond the common Days 2. The First-fruits do a Blessing prove To all the Sheaves behind And they that do a Sabbath love An happy Week shall find My Lord on Thee his Name did fix Which makes thee Rich and Gay Amidst his Golden Candlesticks My Saviour walks this day 3. He walks in 's Robes his Face â—unes bright The Stars are in his Hand Out of his Mouth that place of Might A Two-edg'd Sword doth stand Grac'd with our Lord's Appearance thâ— As well as with his Name Thou may'st demand Respect from us Upon a double Claim 4. This day God doth his Vessels broach His Conduits run with Wine He that loves not this days approach Scorns Heaven and Saviours shine VVhat Slaves are those who Slav'ry chuse And Garlick for their Feast Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse And the Almighty's Rest 5. This Market-day doth Saints enrich And smiles upon them all It is their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall O Day of Wonders Mercies pawn The weary Souls Recruit The Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The Bud of Endless Fruit 6. Oh could I love as I have lov'd Thy Watches heretofore As England's Glory thou hast prov'd May'st thou be so yet more This day must I for God appear For Lord the day is thine O let me spend it in thy Fear Then shall the day be mine 7. Cease Work and Play throughout the day That I to God may rest Now let me Talk with God and Walk With God and I am
sick of Love In those blest Hands of his His Left my Souls Support doth prove His Right my Comfort is 7. And whilst his Love doth me enflame Hear what a Charge I give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night 8. My dearest Saviours Voice I hear He comes on my account Nothing can stop his full Career No not Corruptions Mount 9. My Lord makes hast from Heav'n to Earth And he himself presents To Men of a polluted Birth By Word and Sacraments Tho' like a Wall our frail Estate Prevents a perfect Sight Yet thro' his Ordinances Grate Dart in some Beams of Light 10. My Lord to me did thus begin Arise my Love and flee From World Flesh Satan Self and Sin O come away to me 11. Time was when thou wast cold and dead An Heir of Wrath thou wast And Vengeance-Storms hung o're thy Head But those sad Days are past 12. The Flowers of Grace begin to spring In Thee so hopefully That all the Heav'nly Quire doth sing Glory to God on High 13. My Church thou art my tender Plant My Dews have nourish'd Thee Now thou art 〈◊〉 mine now thou must grant Thy Fruit thy Self to Me. 14. My heartless Dove why dost thou faint And hide thy self from me Thou know'st not how I love a Saint How welcome thou should'st be Come come before thy Lord appear Thy Person joys my Sight Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear Thy Voice is my Delight 15. Ye Men of God whose Charge it is In God's Courts to attend Restrain those Enemies of his Which do his Church offend 16. Mine through my Faith is my dear Lord His through his Love am I He feeds his People with his Word Which tasts most pleasantly 17. He feeds them with his Word of Grace Till Glories Day appears Which all the Shades away shall chase Of Sins and Griefs and Fears Come Love come Lord come that long day My earnest Expectation Shovel these Days out of the way These Hills of Separation The VERSION CHAP. III. The Church 1. HIM whom my Soul doth love I sought By Night upon my Bed I sought him but I found him not My Souls Delight was fled 2. And slug I here I 'll now arise And go about the Town I 'll search the Streets and broader ways Until I find my own Up did I get and out I went My Dearest to regain But when I had my Labour spent Alas it was in vain 3. The City-watch did light on me Of whom I did enquire In any Street pray Did ye see The Man whom I admire 4. 'T was but a little while that I Had from the Watch-men pass'd But I did find my only Joy And then I held him fast I held and would not let him go Till I had brought him home Into my Mothers House and so Into my Native Room 5. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor ' wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 6. What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises Perfum'd with Myrrh and Frankincense And all the Merchants Spices The Church 7. Such Ornaments his Bed do grace As Solomons Bed commend Where threescore Men of Israels Race His valiant Guards attend 8. They all hold Swords couragiously They all know how to Fight Each hath his Sword upon his Thigh Because of Fear i' th' Night The Chariot of King Solomon Which for himself he made Was of the Wood of Lebanon Which Silver Pillars had 10. Gold was the bottom and above Rich Purple cover'd it The midst whereof was pav'd with Love For Salems Daughters Fit 11. Look Virgins on King Solomon His Crown so Rich so Gay Wherewith his Mother Crown him on His Joyful Marriage-day The Paraphrase CHAP. III. The Church 1. ONce did I seek my dearest Lord But with a sleepy Mind His presence he did not afford Slack Seekers cannot find 2. Shall I said I forgoe my Christ And so close up mine Eyes No no he was so dearly mist I could not but arise My Bed was Thorus no Bed for me Nothing could give me rest Till I my dearest Lord might see And can upon his Breast VVhen private means could not prevail In publick Him I sought I waited till my Eyes did fail Alas I found him not 3. God's holy VVatchmen did Me find Of whom I did enquire Pray can ye help my troubled Mind VVhich doth a Christ desire O happy Stars if ye might be My Guides to Jesus now Seers did ye my Saviour see Pray tell me where and how Means must be us'd but cannot heal VVithout a Sovereign VVord Christ only can himself reveal And still I lack'd my Lord. 4. One dark Hour more I did sustain And then the Night was past Tho' I had sought so long in vain I found my Lord at last I found my Lord and held him fast And would not let him part My New-found Jesus I embrac'd And Lodg'd Him in my Heart I would not lose my Christ again And gain a Second Hell My Prayers and Tears did him constrain VVithin my Soul to dwell As Clouds are pierc'd with powerful light His Beams thro' me did shine His dear Assemblies saw this Sight And joy'd that Christ was mine 5. Christ's Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night Weak Believers 6. What Heav'nly Souls from Earth arise And do at Heav'n aspire They mount they soar they fix their Eyes On God their chief Desire Earths Wilderness they nobly scorn Whilst others Rake for it Heav'ns Graces them do so Adorn That they for Heav'n are fit The Church 7. Admire not me but my dear Lord Whose Bosom gives me rest Whose Angels watch with one accord That none should me molest 8. These Heav'nly Guards are full of might And ready do they stand For to defend his Churches Right When he shall them command When Darkness breeds tormenting Fear Then help comes from on High A strengthing Angel doth appear Amidst that Agony 9. Heav'n is the High and Glorious Throne Of my most Glorious Lord Who yet on Earth Rides up and down I' th' Chariot of his Word 10. His Word is rich and strong and pure As all his Saints do prove VVho of its true Intent are sure And find it 's Heart is Love 11. Go ye that own the Highest Name
cries The God for whom I starve I cannot see because I would not serve I Bleed to think and thinking is my Fate He often knocked at my Bolted Gate Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey The Price of which I cast my self away Where 's now my Pomp and Pride my Feasts Sports Whose Chains detain'd me from the Sacred Courts O did my House so near the Temple stand O did I perish out of Judahs Land Might I be try'd once more But 't is too late Justice hath lock'd the Golden Mercy-Gate Now I believe and tremble I repent But my Repentance is my Punishment It is not Virtue but Necessity Alas how miserable wise am I Might I return now to that happy Night Which veil'd me er'e my Parents saw the Light Ah me must I lie here and ne're come out He raves and flings his curses round about He curs'd both Heaven Hell he curs'd the Earth He curs'd the Day that witness'd to his Birth But neither can his tears his Griefs asswage Nor does it cool his Heart to vent his Rage This Keen Reflection makes the Furnace Glow It must be ever with me as 't is now Hells Flames no Ashes will produce But I Must ever Dying Live and Living Die Souls for themselves the Balm of Patience bear 'T is the Poors Physick but it grows not here My Soul is filled with Home-bred tears and taunts 'T is its own Fury and it self it haunts Pity was wont in Miseries House to dwell But I am haled by the Hounds of hell Time us'd to be a Surgeon good at wounds But I am got beyond its happy Bounds A Vessel charg'd with scalding wrath am I Hoop'd in the Circle of Eternity You who affect the pleasant Path to Hell And love Damnation in its Causes well Look streight before you on your Journeys End Do ye not see th' infernal smoak ascend Have not some sparks into your Bosoms Flown Wh'reby the Neighb'ring Coasts may well be known Bold sinner stop no further progress make Lest your next step be in the Fiery Lake But Oh! He ridicules his souls affairs And labours to be damn'd at unawares His Humour will not bear a Countermand Alas for them who hate to understand Who on their souls Experiments will try At the Charge of a sad Eternity Alas for them who never will awake Till they are plung'd into the burning Lake Dives was hear struck blind with flatt'ring Lies Now the Hell brand lifts up his flaming Eyes He spies the Region where the happy dwell But Heaven at distance is another Hell He spies a Canaans Feast for chiefly there The Natives of his Countrey do appear He spies Blest Abraham with his faithful Race And Lazarus sitting next to Abrahams place Oh! how it twinges and torments his Eyes His scorn to Envy turns and thus he cries This Scoundrel who lay Starving at my Gate Is now a Peer in Heaven an Angels Mate The Beggar sits and feeds on Angels Fare His Rags are Robes such as Heavens Nobles wear The Dog whom in derision once I had Is turned into a Star which makes me Mad. Now Dives is the Beggar and applies Himself to Abraham with his Mournful Cries Dives his Petition AH Father Abraham Pity me Who with tormenting Flames am Stung For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung The Grapes Rich Blood I do not Crave vvaters Cheap Element will Suffice And tho' my Tongue thirsts for a vvave For one poor drop it only Cries By Lazarus â—â—oist'ned Finger may you please To give my scorched tongue one Moments Ease I dwell in Flames and Flames in Me do dwell O for a Drop from Heaven to sweeten Hell Mark how the Wheel is turn'd the time is come He begs a Drop who once deny'd a Crumb Right-thinking Judges then must needs approve The tart and equal Answer from above Abraham's Answer ARt thou forlorn of God and com'st to me What can I tell thee then but Misery Remember Son the Heav'n thy Feet have trod Earth was thy Heav'n and Pleasure was thy God Remember Lazarus had his Hell below Thou wert the Devil which did cause his woe Now are his rags Heav'ns robes with glorious Beams Thy Purple Flames thy Juncats Sulphrous Streams Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie Betwixt the White and Black-Eternity No there 's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain The Fiery Region and the Aetherial Plain We are too happy to be dispossest And you so cursed you can ner'e be blest We are so rais'd that we can never fall And you so sunk you cannot rise at all Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell but first They blackned were to Devils and accurst Since those Stars fell none of the heav'nly hosts Or did or shall visit th' infernal Coasts To yon 't is bitter but to us 't is sweet That we are parted and must never meet Heav'n were not Heav'n if it near Hell was plac't Nor Hell were Hell if it of Heaven might taste Can our pure Light with Smoak Darkness dwell The Poles shall sooner meet than Heaven and Hell Though Speech avails not wracking misery Extorts from him another fruitless Cry Dives his Second Petition IF such an Envious Gulf there be Yet Father lend an Ear to me From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav'd How else came Lazarus to be Sav'd Let me so small a Boon entreat That Lazarus may his Steps Repeat And that he may embody'd go And tell the Stories of my Woe To my Five Brethen who all dwell within My Fathers House Oh had he never been Brethren in Bonds of Nature and of Sin O let him tell them that there is a God Whose Scepter is a Sin-revenging Rod And let him tell them that adventâ—rous Drâ—lls Shall find unto their Costs that they have Souls Mine stuckt'th ' Scabbard till its angry Lord Vnsheath'd it and it prov'd a flaming Sword That Limbeck Death draws Spirits from our Clay To th' Element of Souls they hast away And let him tell them that the Sadducee Shall be Hells Convert and Recant with me Whilst they lie Sleeping on the Brink of Hell The Smoak they fee not nor the Brimstone smell There they 'l disport themselves with Golden Dreams Till they betray 'em to these burning streams But let him scare them with an hollow sound That they like Lot may flee their cursed Ground O send him quickly lest they tumble in And prove the flaming Records of my sin Can I no water get at my desire Yet O no more no more new Fleaks of Fire This Abraham heard with unrelenting Ears No pity's due to Hell-Hounds Cries and Tears Abraham's Answer ONnce Heav'n bow'd down touch'dth ' Arabian Hill And gave a Sampler of the sacred Will To Moses Hands that chosen Man of God Copies were taken and dispers'd abroad So his kind Arms abroad