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
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
my Soul loves you know who I shall not need to name The Earth the Seas the Heav'ns and you Are filled with his Fame Tell me O tell me where he is If it be known to you He is my only Joy and Bliss My Life and Heaven too If I can't find him I must dye What is this Life to me If he absent my Soul is spent O tell me where is he He that my Sin hath griev'd away Whose absence now I moan That shed his Blood for my Souls good O whither is he gone What! can't you answer are you such Watchmen that cannot see Or want you pow'r in this dark hour To bring my Lord to me CANT III. 4. It was but a little that I passed from them but I found him whom my soul loveth I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mothers house and into the chamber of her that conceived me HYMN 50. MY Soul if thou a Christ would'st find In a distressed gloomy day Unto the Shepherds bend thy mind And they 'l instruct thee in the way No sooner parted from them when I found my Joy my Souls delight My heart did dance within me then And I was ravish'd with his sight I found my Jesus let me come And him imbrace with both these arms That like the rising of the Sun Did rid my Soul of Midnight harms My Soul now hold him fast and don't Disturb his quiet any more Thy life and happ'ness lyes upon t A fresh departure will be sore I 'le bring him to my Mothers House There 's Souls to save as well as mine I 'le Feast him there with all that 's rare And give him most delicious Wine The Wine that makes his heart full glad Is when he tastes the Loves of those That once were Rebels or as bad That are his Friends and were his Foes CANT III. 5. I charge you O ye Daughters of Jerusalem by the Roes and by the hinds that ye stir not up nor awake my beloved till he please HYMN 51. WHat pity 't is that such a Guest Whose Essence is all Love Should be disturbed in his rest And forc'd to make remove You Members of his Churches all Would I could charm you so By Roes and Hinds to still the Winds And make no noise below He gave me rest the other day When I was almost dead With frights and fears and drown'd in tears He lifted up my head I never met with Joy till then Nor never knew a day Nor saw a Sun till he was come To fright my Fears away Contentments there are no such things There is no Sunshine-weather No happiness but that which brings Christ and my Soul together 'T is just that you and I requite This blessed Peace he gave us And freely give him rest for rest As our dear Lord would have us CANT III. 6. Who is this that cometh out of the Wilderness like pillars of smoak perfumed with myrrh and frankincense with all powders of the merchant HYMN 52. I Heard him speak his Love to Saints That were out of desertion creeping Arabian deserts spicy fumes Ne're smelt so sweet as smoak of weeping Who 's this what glorious Person 's this That takes this solitary path That fears no way nor Beasts of prey Of Desert-frights no terror hath But through all these dangers dares To come to a despised Jesus And warily scapes the Desert-snares And crys There 's nothing else will please us It is my Church to me she seems Like to some smoaky Pillar which Fir'd by the Holy Spirit means To soar alost an heav'nly pitch She 's in my Nostrils sweet perfume The Merchant-Powders worthless be The Myrrh the Frankincense may soon Their Odors lose but never she Her Gifts and Graces Pray'rs and Tears Her Faith and Patience Joy and Fears Her Up's and Down's her Sigh and Groans Like bruised Myrrh perfume the Air. Come forward then with winged pace And leave this Wilderness behind The nearer me the sweeter place Be thou but loyal I 'le be kind CANT III. 7. Behold his bed which is Solomons threescore valiant men are about it of the Valiants of Israel HYMN 53. KIng Solomon's Bed that guarded was With threescore Men of Might Whose Weapons breathed Fire to those That wak'd him in the Night Types out the Royal Guards that tend His Throne and Diadem Numberless Angels guarding him That Guards himself and them My Jesus he is now at rest At Gods right hand of Pow'r And of eternal Joy possest Secur'd as in a Tow'r No might nor spight shall ere affright The bloody sweat is past No more the Tears shall trickle down That trickl'd down so fast The flaming Cherubims of old That kept the Tree of Life Still keep the Chambers of the Lamb And his beloved Wife O thou that lov'st my Soul command Send me but one of those But one of these sweet Angels and I 'le never fear my foes CANT III. 8. They all hold swords being expert in war every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of the fear of the night HYMN 54. ANGELS expert in War Heav'ns great Artillery Gods Hosts unseen Defenders are Of my dear Love and Me. 'T is not ' cause I deserve To have a Life guard by me But ' cause he in a Bed of love Will please to settle nigh me If Hosts against me rise And men of War shall scare me The Lord of Hosts will send his Hosts They in their arms shall bear me The Lord will Muster up And send them to the Courts Of Tyrant Rulers who shall down With them and all their Forts Believe it there are Thrones And Nobles sit upon them Above the earthly greatest Ones And Judgments issue from them These these shall do us right When we can nothing do With Herod's of the World shall fight And overcome them too CANT III. 9. King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon Ver. 10 He made the pillars thereof of silver the bottom thereof of gold the covering of it of purple the midst thereof being paved with love for the daughters of Jerusalem HYMN 55. KIng Solomon's Charet for his Bride Of Wood of Lebanon was made This Charet bottom was of Gold This Charet Silver pillars had Cover'd with Purple pav'd with Love But O how far surpast by him Who is All love from head to foot To draw all Love to him agen Jesus King Jesus for his Spouse For the Lambs Wife his Bride hath built A far more glorious Chariot which With Love and Pow'r is double gilt Brac'd with the everlasting Arms Whose covering is eternial Glory Whose substance is a Love that warms Whose Wheels run to the Joy before ye Now blessed be that boundless Love And blessed be that endlefs Power And blessed be that God above That made his Chariot like a Tower This Honour all his people have They go on foot and yet they ride Thus rides the Princes when advanc't In stately Pomp