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-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
how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that