Ear Do not my mournful voice dispise But my Petition hear I do confess that I receiv'd My very shape in sin In it my Mother me conceiv'd And brought me forth therein Numberless evils compass me My sins do me assail More than my very hairs they be So that my heart doth fail But there is Mercy to be had With thee and pardoning Grace That men may be incouraged With fear to seek thy face Have Mercy Lord and pity take On me in this distress For thine abundant mercy sake Blot out my wickedness My youthful sins do thou deface Keep them not on record But after thine abundant Grace Remember me O Lord. Lord hide thy face from all my sins And my misdeeds deface O God make clean my heart within Renew it with thy Grace From every presumptuous crime Thy Servant Lord restrain And let them not at any time The least dominion gain Blessed is he to whom the Lord Imputeth not his sin Whose heart hath all deceit abhorr'd And guile's not found therein O then let joy and gladness speak And let me hear their voice That so the bones which thou didst break May feelingly rejoice Then bless the living Lord my Soul His glorious praise proclaim Let all my inward powers extol And bless his holy name Forget not all his benefits But bless the Lord my Soul Who all thy trespasses remits And makes thee sound and whole Behold what wondrous love on us The Father hath bestow'd That we should be advanced thus And call'd the Sons of God Because thy loving kindness is Better than length of days And preciouser than life its self My Lips shall speak thy praise With Marrow and sweet Fatness fill'd My thankful Soul shall be My Mouth shall join with joyful lips In giving praise to thee For whom have I in Heaven but thee Nor is there any one In all the World desir'd of me Besides thy self alone Tho' flesh consume and heart be broke And all do fail me sore Yet God's my hearts unshaken Rock And portion evermore The path of Life thou wilt shew me With thee are all the Treasures Of Joy and at thy right hand be The everlasting pleasures Goodness and Mercy all my days Shall surely follow me And in the house of God always My dwelling place shall be Lord all thy works do speak thy praise And thee thy Saints shall bless They shall proclaim thy Kingdoms fame And thy great power express Thy Kingdom everlasting is Its glory hath no end And thine alone Dominion Thro' Ages doth extend Glory to the Eternal God In his transcendent place Let peace on Earth make her abode Let men receive his Grace The Elders and the blessed Saints Who do thy Throne surround Do never cease by night or day These praises to resound The Song of Moses and the Lamb They sing with one accord Great are thy works and marvellous Almighty God our Lord. Just are thy ways thou King of Saints And true is all thy word Who would not fear and glorifie Thy holy name O Lord The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown For thou our Souls redeemed hast By thy most precious Blood And made us Kings and Sacred Priests To the Eternal God Let the exalted Heav'ns rejoice And let the Earth be glad The Sea with its applauding noise Triumphant praise shall add O bless the Lord all ye his Hosts And Ministers of his And all his works throughout all Coasts Where his Dominion is Bless thou the Lord my Soul my mouth His praises shall proclaim Bless him all flesh all that hath breath Praise ye the Lord's great name To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Glory be therefore As our Baptism doth oblige Both now and evermore A small Collection from Mr. Burgess Heaven's King my careful Shepherd is I am his Pasture Sheep 'T were strange if I should come to want For he doth never sleep His Word and Ordinances are Fat Pastures unto me In them he leads me where the streams Of Grace and Peace run free Surely thy goodness and free grace Shall reach me all my days And let my life be long or short I 'll spend it in thy praise Blessing and Glory and Renown Then give we altogether To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever Hymn VI. for the Sabbath D. B. COme let us set to Angels work Yea Lord I 'll sing thy praise I will proclaim thy wondrous Grace Thy Honour we will raise Thanksgiving is a heavenly work 'T is all in Heaven they do To thank and praise the Lord most high On Earth 't is sweet work too Let all the World shout at the Just God will be their high Tower And such a Fort that all the World Shall ne're one Saint devour Of silly babes and sucklings weak Thou mak'st the Church so strong That it confounds the Gates of Hell That seek to do it wrong My Thoughts are much too big for words When to thy Heavens I look And view the Moon and Stars most high Thy glorious lovely book Then bless my Soul and all my powers Bless ye Jehovahs name As ye were born to do the Saints Do always praise the same Thro' Christ he pardons all our sins And blots out our misdeeds He heals our outward maladies And supplies all our needs He hath the Keys of Hell and Death The Souls of men to save He in his kindness bore the Cross That we the Crown might have Bless bless my Soul that Lord and God Whose benefits ingage His benefits of every hour Who can count in an Age For this his loving kindnesses He 's sooner reconcil'd Than any tender Father is To his Repenting Child To Father Son and Holy Ghost c. For the Sabbath O Blessed are ye Saints above How active is your state You ever bless the Lord your God Not at our broken Rate They never pray but always praise They endless Sabbaths keep They never shut their Eyes or Mouths Their rest is free from sleep But oh how weak are crawling Worms How short's our Sabbath days We dye more hours by far in sleep Than we do live in praise O Glorious God accept our Wills And Weaknesses forgive We wish our Souls were like the Saints Unlike them as we live They all were once as weak as we Lord grant we be not long That we may be as strong as they And sing their heavenly song â—ord what is life without thy love 'T is but a sorry thing What makes the Court of Heav'n above Thy Presence 't is great King 〈◊〉 do not envy great mens state Nor pine to see their store Take they the World give me thy Love I 'm Rich and they are Poor Hymn VII Another for the Sabbath day O God whose glorious Majesty We can so little praise â—Tis but a few and weary hours And those the best of days Heaven be the land of praise Lord why must we keep thence What folly is' t that makes us loth To dye and to go hence â—each down Reach down thine arm of Grace Lord fit us to ascend Where Congregations near brake up And Sabbaths have
A COLLECTION OF Divine Hymns Upon Several Occasions Suited to our common Tunes for the use of Devout Christians in Singing forth the Praises of God Licensed 1693. Edw. Cooke LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns the lower end of Cheapside 1694. THE PREFACE FOR the Publication of this little Book I may not make use of the Instance of the Painter that took an Eye from one a Limb from another and a Complexion from a third c. lest some should expect too much Excellency here know this that it was only a Collection with several Additions and Alterations for my own Family But some seeing of it desired that it might be made publick I am very sensible that the right performance of this Duty in Verse in a Spiritual manner is of greater difficulty than Prayer and Praise is in Prose because here the Words and Composure is not our own For all Psalmody falling under the Rules of Art and confin'd to Sounds there is not that freedom of Soul to express the present Conceptions of our Mind and Spirit as in Prose though many times the Verse hits upon the very thoughts of our Hearts and may express them better than we could our selves but this is accidental I confess this is one of the Arguments for Forms of Prayer and truly I must own there is a necessity of betaking our selves to well Composed Forms in Hymns and Psalms for I know of no Ministers or Christians that pretend to any accuracy in sudden extempory Hymns or putting a Psalm of David into Verse so well suddenly as they can by Study Premeditation and Composure especially for the use and benefit of others It is not my business here to dispute others have well answered all other Baxter's Paraph on Psalms Objections against this Duty It 's easily understood that he that Prays is the mouth of all the rest and it 's their great Duty that joyn with him to labour affectionately to go along with him in their Spirits and at last to say Amen to all that they apprehend hath been according to the will of God But in Psalms and Hymns they are all Mouths all vocally Praise God therefore ought to hear before hand or have it before them in a Book what is to be Sung and this must not be only to avoid Confusion but it is necessary in all Harmony that Words and Sounds be Concordantly the same And here lies the difference between Prayer and Praise in Verse or Psalmody and Prayer and Praise in Prose this first being vocally express'd by one the other vocally expressed by all It must be acknowledged that there must be a due regard had to variety of Psalms and Hymns lest we dull and cloy our selves in the use of this Spiritual and Evangelical Duty and indeed I cannot but express my experience in this matter that an excellent new and well composed Hymn or the often varying in this ordinance doth much affect me and I believe all persons will acknowledge that the often or constant use of the same Psalm or Hymn hath not such a tendency to stir up such lively affections And I need not tell any the reason of this that knows any thing of the Soul of Man and the humane nature which must be delighted even in the worship of God I hope some will collect more and better for the benefit of the Church and those that do believe and that none will gruâ—â—h us this most ancient useful nay glorious imployment if they do they are worse than the Heathen Pliny who gives an account of the Christians not scoffingly in his time this being one part of their character that it was their practice to sing praises to God and to one Jesus whom they called their Redeemer before the break of day If any shall benefit by the use of this little Collection or be excited to set upon the Work and do it far better it is that which I hope for earnestly desiring God may have the glory and believers Souls the help and advantage by such an attempt Yours c. A TABLE OF THE Hymns in this Book  Page THE Majesty and Greatness of God 1 God's Creation of Earth and Sea 2 God's Provision for his Creatures 4 God's Providence in Government of the World 6 God's Riches fills the Earth and Sea 8 All Creatures sustain'd by God 8 God is to be Praised for his wonderful Works 9 Come Halelujah Sing 10 Give Laud unto the Lord. 13 Ye Angels Bright 14 Confession Petition Thanksgiving 18 Heavens King my Careful Shepherd 22 Hymn for the Sabbath-Day 23 Another for the Sabbath 24 Another 25 Another 26 Another 28 Another 95 For Communion with God 29 A Cry before the Sacrament 30 Against Unbelief 32 Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 33 Admiration of Divine Mercy 34 The Conflict 36 Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 37 God's Mercy ground of Praise 39 Justice and Judgement 43 Why do Heathen rage 43 Hymn for the Sacrament 45 Another 46 Another 47 Another 48 The Lord doth Reign 49 Ye Servants of the Lord. 50 Give Thanks unto the Lord. 51 Blest is the Man whose 52 Blameless Life out of the 119 Psal Not to us Lord not to us 56 Thus spake the Lord unto his Son 57 United Joys 60 Reliance on God 61 Early and earnest seeking of God 62 Praises in Sion 63 Confession and Petition 64 Panting after God 65 For a Funeral 66 Petition for Answer of Prayer 67 Petitions to and confidence in God 68 High confidence in God 70 Confidence in God as a Shepherd 71 The Souls resolve to bless God 72 Flourishing and fading of the Wicked 73 At Funerals 74 At parting of Friends 76 Song of Praise out of Revelat. 77 Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 77 Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost 78 Praise for Pardon 79 Praise for peace of Conscience 80 Variety of Providences 80 For the Gospel 82 For Redemption 82 For the Morning 84 Another 99 For the Evening 85 Another 100 For good Success 86 A general Song of Praise 87 Mystery of Godliness and on the Heavenly Mount 89 The shaking of Coasts 90 Collection from several Psalms 92 Doxologies 93 Affections to Jesus 96 Of Loyal Faith 96 The Souls Thirst for the Holy Spirit 97 Of Praise and Hope 98 In all 73 Hymns A Collection of Hymns Hymn out of the 104 Psalm The Power and Goodness of God in the Creation and Governments of the World celebrated with Praise Part. I. The Majesty and Greatness of God D. W. I. COme O my Soul my nobler part Thy noblest pow'rs now bring Rouse up thy self with ravish'd heart Thy Maker's praise to sing II. O mighty Lord my God and King How shall my meanness treat Of thee and of thy Glories sing Who art exceeding great III. Eternal Being who to none Dost thine Existence owe All things that are didst thou alone Make out of nothing grow IV. Invisible to Mortal Eye To
Eternizing his Name Part VII God is to be praised for his dreadful Majesty and wonderful Works I. He sits on an Eternal Throne With Mercy cloth'd and Might The works his hands hath wrought alone Are still his hearts delight II. If in his Robes of Majesty He to the Earth draw near Or cast from Heav'n a flaming Eye Th' Earth trembling faints for fear III. Of if he his Almighty hand On th'Mountains heads doth lay The Mountains can no longer stand But smoke and melt away IV. I will extol with noble Praise This mighty God and King While vital Breath prolong my days His Praises I will sing V. My heart and tongue with holy strife Shall in his Praises be Continual Rivals all my life For Joy one Jubilee VI. Let those who do this Lord despise And ' gainst his Law rebel As Rebels fall and never rise But sink from Earth to Hell VII But Oh my Soul my ravisht Heart Praise thou th' Almighty King Let all his Subjects bear a part And Hallelujah sing Hymn II. as the 148 Psalm COme Hallelujah sing Jehovah's Praise proclaim From Heav'n till Earth do ring I' th heights extol his fame His Glory raise Ye Armiesall Angelical With glorious Praise Thy Beams O Sun by day Thy Rayes O Moon by night Unto his Praise display Praise him ye Stars of Light His Praise declare Ye Heav'ns above And Clouds that move I'th'empty Air O let them praise the Name Of this all-glorious Lord For at his call they came Created by his Word For ever he Hath fix'd them fast For there he past A firm Decree The Lord who all things keeps Praise ye from Earth below Ye Dragons and all deeps Ye Fire and Hail and Snow And Vapours stirr'd By stormy Winds Which he doth bind Or loose by 's Word Ye Mountains which do raise Your Heads to Heav'n and all Ye Hills and Mountains praise Fruit-trees and Cedars tall Beasts wild and tame Each creeping thing All Birds of wing Exalt his Name Ye Kings of great command And Men of meaner birth Ye potent Princes and All Judges of the Earth Both Young Men all Maids in their prime Men hoard with time And Children small O let them joyn and raise Jehovah's Name on high His Name 's above their praise Exalted gloriously With Rayes Divine His Glory bright Obscures Earth's Light And th' Heavens out-shine Gloria Patri To th'Father and the Son And Holy Ghost now be All glory unto one True God and Persons three As 't was is when Times measure ends His Praise transcends All time Amen The Angels and Churches Hymn Glory to God on high And Peace to Men below Now God in Grace is nigh And Blessings to bestow All Glory then To th'Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn III. as 148 Psalm D. W. GIve laud unto the Lord From the Coelestial Coasts All ye his Praise record His Angels and his Hosts Him glorifie Sun Moon and Stars Yea highest Spheres And cloudy Sky O let them praise his Name Since made by his command Who ' stablish'd all the frame Perpetually to stand He also made A firm Decree Which needs must be By them obey'd Praise God from Earth below Ye Dragons and all Deeps Fire Hail Clouds Wind and Snow Whom in command he keeps Hills low and high Trees all that grow Beasts swift or slow Fouls all that flie Kings and the vulgar throng Princes and Judges all Yea men and maidens young Old men and children small Praise ye his name Who 's name alone As th' only one Extol in fame Whose glory bright doth blaze Above the Earth and Sky Of all his Saints the praise He sets their Horn on high Even those that spring Of Israel's race Much in his Grace His praises sing Hymn III. as the 148 Psalm YE holy Angels bright Which stand before Gods Throne And dwell in glorious light Praise ye the Lord each one You there so nigh Fitter than we Dark sinners be For things so high You blessed Souls at rest Who see your Saviours face Whose glory ev'n the least Is far above our Grace God's praises sound As in his sight With sweet delight You do abound All Nations of the Earth Extol the Worlds great King With melody and mirth His glorious praises sing For he still reigns And will bring low The proudest foe That him disdains Sing forth Jehovah's praise Ye Saints that on him call Magnifie him always His holy Churches all In him rejoice And there proclaim His Holy Name With sounding voice My Soul bear thou thy part Triumph in God above With a well tuned heart Sing thou the Songs of love Thou art his own Whose pretious blood Shed for thy good His love made known He did in love begin Renewing thee by Grace Forgiving all thy Sin Shew'd thee his pleased Face He did thee heal By his own merit And by his Spirit He did thee Seal In saddest thoughts and grief In sickness fears and pain I cry'd for his relief And did not cry in vain He heard with speed And still I found Mercy abound In time of need Let not his praises grow On prosp'rous heighths alone But in the Vales below Let his great love be known Let no distress Curb and Controul My Winged Soul And Praise suppress Part II. Let not the fear or smart Of his chastising Rod Take off my fervent Heart From praising my dear God Still let me kneel And to him bring This offering What e're I feel Tho' I lose friends and wealth And bear reproach and shame Tho' I lose ease and health Still let me praise Gods name That fear and pain Which would destroy My thanks and joy Do thou restrain Tho' humane help depart And Flesh draw near to dust Let Faith keep up my Heart To love God true and just And all my Days Let no disease Cause me to cease His joyful praise Tho' sin would make me doubt And fill my Soul with fears Tho' God seem to shut out My daily Cries and Tears By no such frost Of sad delays Let thy sweet praise Be nipt and lost Away distrustful care I have thy promise Lord To banish all despair I have thy Oath and Word And therefore I Shall see thy face And there thy Grace Shall Magnifie Tho' sin and death conspire To rob thee of thy praise Towards thee I 'll aspire And thou dull hearts canst raise Open thy door And when grim death Shall stop his breath I 'll praise thee more With thy triumphant flock Then I shall numbred be Built on th' eternal Rock His Glory we shall see The Heav'ns so high With praise shall ring And all shall sing In harmony The Sun is but a spark From the eternal Light Its brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight There the whole choire With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore Hymn V. of three parts 1. Confession 2. Petition 3. Thanks-giviâ—â—… Coll. LORD from the horrid deep my cries Ascend unto thine
no end â—here there 's no sleep nor weariness To break thy Servants peace â—or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues Their troubles to increase There there 's no falt but all is free There day lives without night There Men and Angels live by love And in thy lovely light I come I come my God to thee Thanks Lord to thee I come My wearied starved prodigal Soul Come Soul come gladly home World take thy husks and give thy Swine I am for better bread For all my Fathers Children be With Heavenly Manna fed Now flesh leave Tempting of me now To doat on sensual things They that thy Feasts do value much They know not Christ the King Too long too long my simple Soul A bond-slave thou hast been This day I join thee to thy God And thee Divorce from Sin My dearest Lord and my poor Soul For ever ever Love According to his Cov'nant seal In this World and above Hymn VIII Another for the Sabbath or Lords D … MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the sweetness of his rest He makes his Servants share … w sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lye … y Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity â—ou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast … y Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this day of Rest â—elcome and dear unto my Soul â—re these sweet feasts of Love 〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above … ess thy wise and wondrous love Which bind us to be free … ich makes us leave our Earthly snares That we may come to thee … me I wait I hear I pray Thy foot-steps Lord I trace … ng to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face … is market day doth Saints inrich And smiles upon them all â—…s their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall â—…ay of Wonders Mercies Pawn The weary Souls recruit … e Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The end of endless fruit Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm THou spread'st a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may banquet on thy Worâ—… Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parcht and dry We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That sinners may observe thy call And numerous converts to the fall That those who do thy footsteeps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their good in vain Thy People at thy Footstool lie Behold us with a gratious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy Love alone can satisfie Hymm XI For Communion with God â—Las my God that we should be Such strangers to each other that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together â—…ou know'st my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode 〈◊〉 Musick gives so sweet a sound As these two words My God â—ong not for the fruit that grows Within these Gardens here â—…nd no sweetness in the Rose When Jesus is not near … y gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradice 〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of price … y I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee … y Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me … ke Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day … tended with the heav'nly Guards Upon my King's High-way â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear … me near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord I languish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost vail thy face There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to praise thy Name Where all thy singers meet Hymn XII A Cry before the Sacrament TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a priviledge is this To be th' Almighty's Guest I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face â—ut who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet â—o come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples feet Come Holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence â—he guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence â—emember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might mercy find Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath A wake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his face O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee O let our Entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet Hymn XIII Against Vnbelief A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt Christ calls arise and do not fear Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping Spirit
could not say O dear memorial of that Death That still survives and gives us Breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy and All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes encrease And fill my portion in thy peace Come hidden Life and that long day For which I languish come away When this dry Soul those Eyes shall see And drink th' unseal'd source of Thee When glorious Sun Faith's shade shall chase And for thy Veil give me thy Face Hymn LIX as 25 Psalm COme mild and holy Dove Descend into our Breast Do thou in us make us in Thee Forever dwell and rest Come and spread o're our heads Thy soft all cher'shing Wing That in its shade we safely sit And to thee praises sing To thee who gives us Life Our better Life of Grace Who gives us breath and strength and speed To run and win our race If by the way we faint Thou reachest forth thy Hand If our own weakness makes us fail Thou mak'st our weakness stand When we are sliding back Thou dost our dangers stop When we again alas are fall'n Again thou tak'st us up Else there we still must lye And still sink lower down Our hope to rise is all from Thee Our ruin's all our own O our ingrateful Souls What shall our dulness do For him that does all this for us Only our love to woo We love thee then dear Lord But thou must give that Love We 'll humbly beg it of thy Grace But thou our Prayers must move Oh hear thine own self speak For thou in us dost pray Thou can'st as quickly grant as ask Thy Grace knows no delay Glory to thee O Lord One Co-eternal Three To Father Son and Holy Ghost One equal glory be Of Praise and Hope MY God had I my Breath from Thee This pow'r to speak and sing And shall my Voice and shall my Song Praise any but their King My God had I my Soul from thee This power to Judge and Chuse And shall my Brain and shall my Will Their best to thee refuse Alas not this alone nor that Hast thou bestow'd on me But all I have and shall I hope I have and hope from Thee And more I have and more I hope Then I can speak or think Thy blessings first refresh then fill Then overflows the brink But though my voice and fancy be Too low to reach thy praise Yet both shall strain thy glorious name High as they can to raise Hymn LX. For the Morning as 100 Psalm OPen mine Eyes my Soul and see Once more the Light returns to thee Look round about and chuse the Way Thou mean'st to travel o're to day Think on the dangers thou may'st meet And always watch thy sliding Feet Think where thou once hast fall'n before And mark the place and fall no more Think on the helps that God bestows And cast to Steer thy Life by those Think on the sweets thy Soul did feel When thou didst well and do so still Think on the pains that shall torment Those stubborn Souls that ne're Repent Think on the Joys that wait above To Crown the Head of Holy Love Think what at last will be thy part If thou go'st on where now thou art See Life and Death set thee to chuse One thou must take and one refuse O my dear Lord guide thou my course And draw me on with thy sweet force Still make me walk still make me tend By thee my way to thee my end All glory to the Sacred three One undivided Deity As it has been in ages gone May now and ever still be done Hymn LXI The Common Tune for the Evening NOW O my Soul the day is gone Which in the Morn was thine It 's emptied Glass no more shall run It 's Sun no longer shine 'T is true alas the day is gone O were it only so Is it not lost as well as done Cast up thy Counts and know Art thou got so much nearer Heav'n As nearer to the Grave Has thy Hearts grief a fitness giv'n Sin 's Pardon to receive From what base vice hast thou refrain'd To break the Course of Sin Or what new vertue hast thou gain'd To make thee rich within There time is well bestow'd on those Who well their time bestow Whose main concern still forward goes Whose hopes still riper grow Who when the warning Clocks proclaim Another hour is past Have the wise art to set their aim And thoughts upon their last This sad Life's last and happiest hour Which brings them to their home Where they shall sing and bless the Pow'r That made them thither come O my dear Lord of Life and Death The ever-living King Since thou dost give to all their Breath May all thy glory sing FINIS BOOKS Printed for Tho. Parkhurst THE Rod or the Sword the Present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland Considered Argued and Improved in a Discourse from Ezekiel Chap. 21. Ver. 13. The Confirming Work of Religion Or It s Great Things made plain by their Primary Evidences and Demonstrations Whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a Rational account of their Faith The Present Aspect of our Times and of the Extraordinary Conjunction of Things therein In a Rational View and Prospect of the same as it respects the Publick Hazard and Safety of Brittain in this Day Both Writ by R. Fleming Author of the Fulfilling of the Scriptures A Family Altar Erected to the Honour of the Eternal God Or a Solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses Being some Meditations on Genesis 35. 2 3. The Best Entail Or Dying Parents Living Hopes for their surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse upon 2 Sam. 23. 5. Wherein is a Collection of several Covenant-Promises to support the Faith and some Pleas to direct and quicken the Prayers of Gods Covenanted People for their surviving Posterity Both Written by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel An Account of the Blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit Coincident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its 1 Mystical 2 Foederal 3 Practical Vses in the Christian Religion By William Burrough ERRATA PAge 10. line 11. read prolongs p. 21. l. 22. r. in p. 24 l. 9. r. through these p. 25. l. 2. r. ere it be long p. 26. l. 14. r. any thing p. 27. l. 14. r. binds p. 28. l. 12. r. thee l. 16. r. God p. 33. l. 10 11. r. heigths p. 35. l. 18. r. Bottles p. 35. l. 27. r. heigth p. 37. l. 13. r. Vale p. 39. l. 21. r. here 's p. 41. l. 1. r. I p. 43. l. 6. r. curl'd p. 48. l. 13. r. wast l. 25. r. Made p. 49. l. 19. r. worlds p. 53. l. 4. r. Grace p. 55. l. 2. r. flatt'ring p. 59. l. 14. r. mere l. 22. r. fluid l. 27. r. There p. 71. l. 3. r. Clouds p. 72. l. 5. r. revive p. 76. l. 23. r. in p. 95. l. 11. r. slights p. 99. l. 11. r. all