warm hand on aking head And circling Arms about the loyns Revives a man that lies half dead And under difficulties pines CANT VIII 4. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem that ye stir not up nor awake my love until he please HYMN 132. MY King is gone to rest And resteth in his Love Hath plac'd himself where he thought best And never will remove What pity then it is For us to break his ease Or give the least disturbances Or wake him till he please He only knows his time He knows his time to rise Then he 'l awake and progress make To do his enterprize Delays are dangerous To us but not to him He never stays but his delays Have his Advances been He cannot come too soon He never stay'd too long To his bedside your pray'rs may come With other Saints along With these you may awake him When seeming fast asleep But if you shall by Sin forsake him O this will wound him deep CANT VIII 5. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness leaning upon her beloved HYMN 133. UPon the Wings of fame it flies To all the Nations round That God hath op'ned Judah's eyes And made his Grace abound Who 's this and what a thing is this That Jew's of rude Behaviour Should at the last Messiah tast And own him for their Saviour This news awakens all the Earth Sounds like the Voice of Thunder Never was such a Sight before Never was such a Wonder What Judah turn What Israel That kill'd the Living Lord And basely nail'd him to the Cross The man which they abhorr'd What they return and all at once They and their Children too And shall his imprecated Blood A healing Vertue shew O blessed day Jehovah raise My heart to praise thee more Let all the Lands now clap their hands And Sions King adore CANT VIII 5. I raised thee up under the Apple-tree there thy Mother brought thee forth there she brought thee forth that bare thee HYMN 134. I Saw thee in thy Fathers Loyns And in thy Mothers Womb When Eve under the Apple-tree Was working out thy Doom I rais'd thee then when thee I saw Condemn'd by Adams fall Didst eat the Fruit as well as he The Father of us all The VVoman and her Seed was rais'd By th' VVoman and her Seed Thus the same hand that gave the wound Did help in time of need I saw thee when I dy'd upon The cursed Tree the Cross All in thy Blood as well as I VVith all thy Sins in gross I rais'd thee then my Blood cry'd Live To those that made me dye I built thee up a Tow'r of Love Upon Mount Calvary Keep humble then O Sion and Think of thy Pedigree Tho I exalt thee thus don't thou Exalt thy self but me CANT VIII 6. Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a seal upon thine arm HYMN 135. MY God! since I am listed under So great a General as thee Let me not fail to break in sunder The En'mies Force what ere it be Set me a Seal upon thy heart As did the great High-Priest of old On Judgment 's Brest-plate grave by art The Names of Israels Sons enroll'd O let me lay my careful head Upon that Pillow of thy Love And feel my self so kindly led Into thy very heart my Dove Set me a Seal upon thy Arm Upon thy mighty Shoulders bear me And guide me thorow that no harm Or Cowardise may ever fear me Let it be now as when of old I on thy Palms engraven was VVhen thou didst all my walls uphold Again Lord let it come to pass Then will I ope the Silent doors And make all Creatures give thee praise The slumbring Earth the Seas that roars Shall each contend thy Name to raise CANT VIII 6. For Love is as strong as death jealousie is as cruel as the grave HYMN 136. BOast of thy Triumphs Death O Time advance thy VVings Love hath as many killing Darts As thou hast deadly Stings When Christ shall Arm his Love And gird his Bowels on His En'mies shall before him fall And Death it self undone Observe the World and see What conquests Death hath made How many Kings and such like things In silent graves hath laid Such Conquests in his Strength King Jesus will obtain His Jealousie will rage at length And he alone shall reign No strength shall stand before him No Ammunition Force He 'l Slay the Kings that wont adore him And Love shall have its course Then shall we be at rest And Peace on every side Victorious Love will have it so When he asserts his Bride CANT VIII 6. The coals thereof are coals of fire which hath a most vehement flame HYMN 137. HAve you not seen the Desolations That veh'ment Flames have made What multitudes of Habitations In dust and rubbish laid How fiercely without all respect To things or persons had It quickly works its sad effect And makes mens cases bad Thus will the just revenging God Before him send a Fire And with a smarting burning Rod Our blood on them require Now Fire for Fire Blood for Blood City for City shall Be fir'd down he 'l quench his Wrath In Blood and make them fall Now Babels Towers all shall fall And all her Props come down The bitter Cup she must drink up And off must come her Crown My God make hast why stay thy Wheels Why stay thy Charets Lord O why so long before thou come According to thy word CANT VIII 7. Many waters cannot quench Love neither can the floods drown it HYMN 138. WAters that quench the fire can't Put out the Fire of Love Immortal Love nor drowns nor dies Its life is from above His Love to his will make its way To rid us out of thrall There 's none shall stand at that great day That don't before him fall Be wise ye Princes of the Earth And kiss the Son of God His Anger fumes who 's he presumes To urge his Iron-rod His Love shall bring a flood of Fire Like Noahs Water-flood Topping the Mountains in his Ire That cannot be withstood My Soul admires the Power of Love Love 's all for Gods is Love His Foes as soon may quench the Sun As this vast Love remove If one small spark of Love in us Can live in Waters deep Much more his glorified Love Alive in Seas will keep CANT VIII 7. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love it would utterly be condemned HYMN 139. WHat is the price of Love my King What shall I give thee for a spark Will all my substance buy the thing Away fond Worm thou' rt in the dark Love never yet was bought or sold Come all ye hungry thirsty Souls The price of Love is yet untold Come without money fill your bouls T is a mistake to think that Christ Did ever purchase Fathers Love 'T was Love by which he did subsist 'T was Love that brought him from above Tho ' mongst the
O what a great Day 's this When in a net This wicked World My Foes are all beset My Soul admire With what a hast he speeds To fetch his Poor His Captives out of thrall This many years Pickled in Salt and Gall He comes amain And drives his fiery Steeds Like winged flames To help them at their needs CANT VI. 13. Return return O Shulamite return return that we may look upon thee what will ye see in the Shulamite as it were the company of two armies HYMN 112. REturn return O Shulamite Return return to me Thy God would bring thee back again Messiah waits for thee 'T will be the Nations wonder when The Pow'r of this Command Shall knit thy Sinews giving Life And Vigor to thy hand This voice Return shall rouse thee up From dead sleep thou art under And Spirit thy benummed Limbs 'T is like the voice of thunder Wake Judah gird thy Harness on Wake to the Battel now Wake Israel joyn thy forces with Thy sister Judahs bow Two Armies like two floods shall twist Their streams of fire together And drink the sinful Nations up And make their Glory wither Proud Babel now shall tumble down And all her Kings shall fall Now Antichrist hath run her race Shall be no more at all Another to the Tune of Psal 124. REturn return O Shulamite return Return thou Daughter of fair Sion hill O how I long My Soul is fainting till Thy God shall bring Thee back and make thee burn With love to thy Messiah dear and mourn Return return And make the Nations wonder Now shalt thou feel The Pow'r of this command I 'le give it force Thou shalt it not withstand I 'le spirit that word With life and make it thunder And wake thee from That dead sleep thou art under Wake Judah wake And girt thy Harness on Wake Isra'l wake VVake to the Battel now I 'le give the VVorld To thee thy armies too Shall drink the sinful Nations up and come And build their Trophies Sions mount upon Now is the time Ten shall a thousand chace Proud Babel now Shall tumble down before ye I 'le make her stoop And all her Kings adore ye Now Antichrist Thou 'st run thy cursed race Now Israel Strike home and take their place CANT VII 1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes O princes daughter the joynts of thy thighs are like jewels the work of the hands of a cunning workman HYMN 113. COme Princes Daughter come Born of the Royal Blood My Father is thy Father whom To serve 's thy chiefest good I see thy feet are shod With preparation for A sweet returning to thy God Whom once thou didst abhor How welcome are thy goings How beautiful thy feet These buds that blossom from thy doings To me are dearly sweet There 's not a step thou takest Towards thy Messiah dear But drops a Jewel to enrich The World both far and near Jewels are not so rich As steps that Retrograde t is enough to raise a pitch Of Love I never had Pride not thy self for this Let me have all the praise Who to thy steps did strength confer And did this Building raise Another to the Tune of Psal 125. COme Daughter born of Royal blood The King of Heav'n thy Father is He now awakes thee with a kiss The day is come so long withstood Thou art to him so dear Thou never needest fear I see thy welcome feet are shod With preparation from above Thou that didst hate begin'st to Love A sweet returning to thy God How welcome are thy goings How welcome are thy doings The buds that blossom from thy feet The very Bones that turn and move In th' hollow of thy Thighs I love All these to me are rarely sweet Jewels are not so rare Nor can with them compare Pride not thy self give God the Praise That is the great Artificer Did to thy steps this strength confer And did this hopeful Building raise To him thou ow'st thy birth And more than thou art worth CANT VII 2. Thy navel is like a round Goblet which wanteth not liquor thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies HYMN 114. NOw I will tell the World the wonder A barren Church grows fruitful she From whom in many hundred years I had no Children born to me Her Navel like a fountain fill'd Held Goblets of infused Grace Her pregnant Belly breeds a stock Like heaps of Wheat her number was Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to Windows get This is a Harvest to the Lord Exceeding what he ere had yet When thousands could Conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word This done in Sions infant-state What will her manhood then afford Go Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce one Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but who lifts up the latch But I 'le unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall be drops where Water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become Another to the Tune of Psal 125. NOw I will tell the World a wonder The barren Church grows fruitful she From whom for many hundred years I had no Children born to me But now she fertile grows Her numbers no man knows Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to windows get Her Pregnant Belly bears a stock For numbers like the grains of Wheat And these like Lilies white Are pure in my sight This is a Harvest to the Lord Beyond it self in Infant-state When thousands could conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word Tho since none such hath been I 'le make it so agen You Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce a Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but none lifts up the Latch I 'le fertile mercies broach And take away Reproach I will unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall like drops where water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become A Joyful day to Sion A Pillow soft to lye on CANT VII 3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins HYMN 115. THy breasts fhall give their milk to Kings And Princes be nurs'd up by thee Tyrants there shall be no such things By Thine shall Kingdoms ruled be Thy Nobles shall the Scepters sway The Crownsand Thronesshall all be theirs Those that will not thy feed obey Shall rue the day in Blood and Tears When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for fearing God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod Salvation shall for Bulwarks stand And Walls of Fire about thy place And God at all times near at hand Shall safe Protect thy blessed race Thy Breasts shall nurse up Rulers so Pastors according to my heart Shall be so well inspir'd and fit That Souls they shall by shoals convert And with this holy Seed thou
shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will Another to the Tune of Psal 125. THy Breasts shall give their milk to Kings And Princes be nurs'd up by thee Tyrants there shall be no such things By thine shall Kingdoms ruled be O what a bliss is this The World at quiet is Thy Nobles shall thy Scepters sway The Crowns and Thrones shall all be theirs Those that will not thy Seed obey Shall rue the day in blood and tears O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for serving God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is Thy Breasts shall nurse up Rulers so Pastors according to my heart Shall be so well inspir'd and fit That Souls they shall by Shoals Convert O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is And with this holy Seed thou shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is CANT VII 4. Thy Neck is as a Tower of Ivory HYMN 116. THy Neck O Sion is a Tower Of whitest Ivory No more to bear the pinching Yoak Of force and Tyranny The Irons of Unscripture modes And auk Imposed Forms No more shall gall thy flesh and Soul I 'le free thee from those storms The Idols now betake themselves To Clifts of craggy Rocks Thy God is risen light is come And spight 's a Paradox Arise and shine O Sion dress thee It is a pleasant day And I thy God am come to bless thee Send all thy fears away O let thy Stately Neck bear up Thy Head advance it higher Now all thy Yoaks are burst and burnt Put on thy best Attire Admit my easie Yoak and think Thy self a free-man there Chain'd to my Laws my Saints and me Thy Neck receives no scar CANT VII 4. Thine Eyes are like the fish-pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim HYMN 117. WAter thy Plants Jerusalem Salvation's at the door Unseal thy latent Fountains weep Till thou canst weep no more Time was when as of sence bereft Thou couldst not broach a tear But now the hardned Rocks are cleft And waters gushing there Thine Eyes like Hesbons Fish-pools stand VVithin Beth-rabbins gate That moistens the adjacent Land And doth it fruitful make I love to see that pierced heart That pierced me and mine The tears that wash my wounded feet To me are drops of VVine Thou 'st wept enough now weep no more But go rejoycing on I 'le banish all thy fears and cares And bid them all be gone Repentance breaks two hearts at once The Sinners heart and mine Tho Sin be great the Mercy-seat Shall cure that heart of thine CANT VII 4. Thy nose is as the tower of Labanon which louketh toward Damascus HYMN 118. O How I joy to see Damascus brought to me The persecuting Nations all With Sion shall agree To see fair Lebanon Her stately Tower look Towards her great foe Damascus and In peace each other brook Damascus and the Mount Shall reach their hands and joyn The Lion with the Lamb lye down In this great day of thine Thy Nose shall smell a sweet Perfume from Pagan Lands And breath a welcome Air to greet Their reconciled bands And would the Churches now Their breaches seek to close I 'de hast and come and quickly turn The heart of all their foes Would Saints unite yet more And all their fires cover I 'de make their Enemies yield themselves And bring Damascus over CANT VII 5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel and the hair of thine head like purple HYMN 119. THy head like Carmels crimson mount Repleat with light as that with flowers Erects it self and doth surmount Above all human earthly Powers As Carmel did o're-top the Hills And far transcend their excellence The Glory of my Sion fills The World and takes pre eminence The mountain of the Lords great house Above the tops of Mountains rose 'T is now fulfill'd O Carmel rouse Exalt thy self above thy foes Lift up thy head Jerusalem I 've made thee Lord of all the Earth Thy Scepter 's in the hand of them That are men of Renown and Worth And as thy hair upon thy head In numerous Unites overspread So shall thy Purple Judges fill With righteous Laws the World half dead For Muninment and Ornament Hair is the Glory of the Head So shall thy wholsome Edicts spread And Justice be in Triumph led Another to the Tune of Psal 148. LIke Carmels crimson mount Such is my Church to me My Sion I account Above all things that be I will her praise Above the Moon The Stars the Sun Her honour raise Thy head doth raise its top Above all humane Powers Their Boughs I 'le have thee lop And pull down all their Towers And then shall we Rejoyce to see Fair Carmel be In high degree The Mountain of the house Of God shall top the hills And Sion shall advance Her rod against their wills Great Sion shall By force of Arms And milder charms O're top them all Thy Purple Judges shall Like hair in Unites spread Send forth such Laws that all The People shall be glad Then shall they praise And lively sing For Sions King Their Voices raise CANT VII 5. Thy king is held in the galleries HYMN 120. AWake O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garment on Tho all the World ' gainst thee combine Thy King comes marching on Lift up thine Eyes behold those Clouds Those lofty Galleries There he Erects his Throne and makes His Glory fill the Skies There shalt thou look on him whose heart Was pierced by thy sin And thou shalt mourn to see those wounds And yet rejoyce therein There never was so great a day Sion thy King doth come And in these Galleries makes a stay Till thy great Work be done O rend the Heavens Lord and come Thou down for Sions cause Deliver thine from Sin and Rome And all her Popish Laws And make thy People once agen The great Hosannah sing And Spirit every sort of men To Worship Sions King Another to the Tune of Psal 148. O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garments on Tho all the World combine Thy King comes marching on Behold those Clouds His Person lies In Galleries And there he shrouds Now shalt thou on him look Was peirced by thy Sin When thee he once forsook Cause thou forsookest him Now shalt thou mourn And yet rejoice With Heart and Voice Thy God is come There never was a day So welcome to the Saints As when he comes away To make up all their wants O rend the Skies O come away Make no delay Poor Sion cries Hosanna then we 'l sing And Hallelujah too We 'l Worshiship Sions King We 'l praise him all
Sons of men their Love Is bought and sold for worldly pelf Yet never did thy God above Erect a Market for himself His love is free come Souls and see How undeserv'd his kindness is While Sinners while ungodly we Are call'd to take this Love of his Nor can the Sinner at his need Purchase this Love with all his Gold Free Love free Grace is all we read Christs Love is neither bought nor sold CANT VIII 8. We have a little sister and she hath no breasts what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for HYMN 140. WE have a little Sister Lord That hath no Breasts as yet There is no place for means of Grace O do not her forget Thy Servants are greatly athirst That joyful day to see When thou the Cords and Yokes shall burst From her as well as we What shall we do for those that lye In Natures dungeon still When wilt thou speak for them that dye For want of Sions Hill Those that have neither Milk nor Breasts That still lye weltring in The Blood of uncoverted State O call them out of Sin Our Sister hath a precious Soul To save as well as we Would all the World were thine and not A Rebel we could see O say thou to our Sister Come Leave Babel to her flames Let her not perish in the doom Of Babels wretched names CANT VIII 9. If she be a wall we will build upon her a palace of silver and if she be a door we will inclose her with boards of Cedar HYMN 141. HOw welcome were that blessed news To the whole Nation of the Jews When Elect Sisters shall return When new-born hope and panting strength Tho but a little comes at length And hard and soft together mourn We 'l blow the blossoms not a spark Or glance that twinkles in the dark But shall be rais'd into a flame Of every Wall we 'l make a Tower Of every twig we 'l make a Bower And turn a drop into a rain A silver Palace we will make her In the day we undertake her With Cedar-boards we will enclose her And all the riches Love can find In her vast Stores shall be resign'd To make her happy in the closure Lord something give to work upon Creation is thy work alone And gladly we 'l to them repair That lie in darkness great and small With Deaths black shadow cover'd all And make them teem that barren were Come then you Nations all you Kings And Nobles flock to Sions wings There 's healing for your wounded hearts And let the Wealth of Sions King And so your own advantage bring Your Souls to him from Satans darts CANT VIII 10. I am a wall HYMN 142. I Was a heap of Dust And Rubbish quite forsaken Disparkt and into Forest turn'd No care of me was taken Help me to bless the Lord Ye Idol-Nations come Let 's Praise the Lord with joynt accord And bless his Name alone I found his favour when My case was worse than yours I was a prize in his fair eyes Such help free Grace procures And now I am a Wall Whose strength shall ever stand The matter of it is Free-stone Laid by Free-Grace's hand The Cement is the Blood Was shed upon the Cross The height of it o'retops the Skies Will you this Love ingross Tho you have cruel been Both to the Saints and me Yet if this call shall fetch you in I 'le be a Wall you see CANT VIII 10. And my Breasts are Towers HYMN 143. ALL Praises bring to Sions King See what I was and what I am My hills of Flesh could not refresh The thirst of one poor sucking Lamb. Children I had but ill brought up No Sustenance within their pow'rs They always drank of Moses Cup But now through Grace my Breasts are Tow'rs And thus ye Gentiles 't was with you When almost all your pipes were cut Your Teachers into Corners drew Your Pastors into Prisons put Your Breasts were cut that should have given Their Milk to them the Beasts devours But thanks be to the God of Heaven That now through Grace your Breasts are Tow'rs Let Lambs of Christ now frisk and dance And sport themselves on Sion hill For God will now their heads advance Their Mothers Breasts with fatness fill And tho our milky Breasts have been Like Fountains stopt by higher Pow'rs It was our Glory but their Sin But now through Grace our Breasts are Tow'rs CANT VIII 10. Then was I in his eyes as one that found favour HYMN 144. NOw doth my thankful heart rebound And fain would raise me higher To bless the favour that I found O draw me to thee nigher Help me to strip me of my self Into some Cherub turn To sound the Praise of thee my King O make the Fire burn And heat my Heart red-hot with Love Such favour I have found Would I were nothing else but Love Thy Praises to resound How happy are the Souls in Bliss The Spirits perfect made Whose everlasting work it is To love thee is their trade Who have no body of their own No body else to hinder O that I could but praise thee here As they can Praise thee yonder The favour of thy Heart and Eyes So unexpected was 'T is Love of all things that I prize So great a worth it hath CANT VIII 11. Solomon had a Vineyard at Baal-hamon he let out the Vineyard unto Keepers every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver HYMN 145. SION my Vineyard is become As desolate as once she was And there are Nations in her Womb Like Pregnant Vines that all surpass I 'le Water her both Night and Day And sweetly force her coming Fruit Let the Winds bluster as they may I GOD have said it and I 'le do it King Solomon had a Vineyard great In Baal-hamon it was plac'd It was a sweet and lovely Seat Greatly admired and embrac'd 'T was fet with Vines and other Trees And richly stor'd in every place But not like mine my Plants are Souls And Stocks of an immortal race He farm d his Vineyard out to those A thousand Silverlings that gave But of the Vineyard I have chose My self alone the dressing have I made my Plants so did not he I set them all with my own hand Those that were dead restored be And flourish all at my command CANT VIII 12. My Vineyard which is mine is before me thou O Solomon must have a thousand and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred HYMN 146. KIng Solomons Tenants shar'd the Fruit They profit had as well as he Or else they never had come to 't Two hundred silverlings their Fee My Saints I must have all your Fruit Your Pains and Labours all is mine Your Glory bring to Sions King 'T is he that waters every Vine Now shall you bear your Fruit to me That once the stranger had devour'd Now shall you be like fruitful trees And