doe I lord both day and night For grace both beg and craue 2. SIGHE. O that there vvere such an hart iâ—… me to feare thee to keepe all thâ—… lavves that it might goe vvell vvith me mine for aye The third straine 1. LOrd turne thee to thy grace That once thou shewedst to me O saue me not for my good acts I seeke I sue to thee 2. My soule vvhy dost thou faint And art vvith greefe soe prest My hart my mind vvhy doe you thus Fret â—…ore vvithin my brest 3. Trust soule to god for aye And thou the time shalt see When thou shalt thinke thanke him still For health peace to thee 4. For vvhy his vvrath doth last A space and then doth slacke But in his face grace for aye Thou canst not ioy long lacke 5. Though gripes and greefes full sorâ—… Doe lodge vvith thee all night Yet ioy and grace shal be at hand Ere that the day be light 6. The lord is kind and meeke When vve doe make him greeue He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv Great grace he doth vs giue 7. And loe vvhat loue good men To their ovvne seede doe beare Like grace the lord doth shevve to such As searue him in his feare 3. SIGHE. O that I had vvings like a doue my svvete loue that I might fly hence to thee so be at rest both in mind in thought in hart in soule and in mine vvhole The fourth straine 1. THE lord that made me knovves My shape my mould my lust â—…vve vveake hovve vaine hovve fraile hovve fond And that I am but dust 2. god in me set vp A pure hart in thy sight â—…d eke in all my parts let be A good and meeke svveete spright 3. With thy svveete spright of povver Cure thou o lord my sore And I shall teach the good and ill To bovve to thy svvete lore 4. My soule doth pant and bray Mine hart is neere at rest â—…t seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill And vvhat may please thee best 5. O vvould it might thee please My vvaies to sett in right That I might both in hart and deed Thy lavves to keepe in sight 6. O lord I doe tend still My daies my time to serue That I nor mieÌ„ may haue a thought From thy lavves once to svverue 7. O saue me then o god Looke on me vvith thy health For that I rate at such a price More theÌ„ the vvide vvorlds wealth 4. SIGHE. O let the vvords of my mouth the thoughts of my hart the tune of my voice touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne Eue none daye The fift straine 1. WIth ioy lord of the Iust Let my poore soule be fraught That I may liue in peace and glee And free from all that 's naught 2. Lord keepe me for in thee I stay and stand and feed Thou art my god and of my goods O lord thou hast noe need 3. I giue them to the Saincts That in the vvorld doe dvvell Yea to the folke of faith and loue Whose care is to doe vvell 4. My hart is prest for aye And eke my tongue is soe I vvill raise vp my soule in song In spight of hell and foe 5. To praise my god that hath Shevvd loue and life to me And made me scape both bloud blovve And soe did sett me free 6. O lord vvhat shall I pay To thee for this thy grace I vovve to thee my selfe my life My loue and all my race 7. Grant lord I beg and pray In thee that vve may rest So shall our soules sing to thy praise And aye in thee be blest 5. SIGHE. O my god vvhy art thou gone from me and vvhy dost thou hide thâ—… svveete face from my prayer for seeke thee sue to thee vvith all mâ—… hart and that thou knovvst full vvell The sixt straine 1. MY soule giue praise to god My spright shall doe the same â—…d all the parts of hart and mind Shall praise for aye his name 2. â—…ue thankes for all his gifts Shevv soule thy selfe most kind â—…d let not his good deeds to thee Once slipp out of thy mind 3. â—…e quitt thee of thy faults He rid thy life from death â—…is good his grace doth vvaite on thee His vvord doth giue thee breath 4. If thou vvert brought to graue And turnd to mould dust Yet he vvill giue thee life in store As he to thee is iust 5. Teach me then lord to knovve Thy lavve thy loue thy lore Thy vvorkes thy vvords as signes sealâ—… I le lay them vp in store 6. O day of ioy to me When I learnd first to knovve Hovve for to scape my selfe my sinâ—… And hell that is soe lovve 7. I giue mine all to thee My bud my branch my fruite I beg of thee o lord my god To grant to me my suite 6. SIGHE. O my god to thy hands I giue â—… spright thou hast bine a pledge for mâ—… and that to death o god Thou art thâ—… the god both of my health life râ—… for aye The seuenth straine 1. O Lord thou hast me tride And day by day dost knovve 〈◊〉 thoughts my vvords my lookes my deeds My sighs my groans my vvoe 2. â—…y bones they are not hid Thou knevvst them all each one â—…r in thy note they vvere all vvrote Each ioynt and bone by bone 3. â—…ie still and search mine hart My thoughts proue day night â—…d if the ill doe touch me lord O leade me to the right 4. â—…r thou canst rule my raines As vvhen I vvas in vvombe giude me in this life of mine And rest me in my tombe 5. Keepe me from men that muse Of bloud of bane of ill O let me thinke of thee o lord And hovve to doe thy vvill 6. So shall noe shame me taynt My corps my goods my namâ—… So shall I rest in ioy and peace And touch noe blot of shamâ—… 7. So shall thy folke for me Be glad and sing thy praise So shall my selfe my seed my soâ—… Be thine in all my daies 7. SIGHE. O let not my suite come in 〈◊〉 to thee but heare o my god anâ—… to my soule I am and vvill be thy 〈◊〉 from hell thy port from the sea of 〈◊〉 vvorld and vvill bring thee to theâ—… of blisse A months minde â—…o Thinke on death muse 〈◊〉 the graue that the feare of death â—…ay not be fierce vvhen Christ shall call vs out of this vvorld is to be song in the tune of I sayd I vvill looke to my vvaie PSALM XXXIX death I vvill be thy death saith â—…rist for he is the death of death the â—…eath of sinne the life of man the breath of god for man to liue there in vvorld vvith out end HAMBOROUGH Januarij 24. 1620. To his much respected good frend Mr. THOMAS BARKER one of â—…e assistants of the worthy
stye shalt misse 3. â—… change most blest for thee to knovve To rid thee of these raggs â—…nd thy selfe clad in robes of state In spight of death his brags 4. â—…his skin this shame this dust this dung This earth this mire this clay â—…all shine as sunne in raies of rest When thou shalt see that day 5. Thine eies that vvere full sad to 〈◊〉 Thine oft and ill done deeds Shall then see Christ still in thy sighâ—… Where grace good still feeds 6. These eares that heare the ruth ragâ—… Of tongue as hott as hell Shall then the voice of Christ shâ—… heaâ—… And saincts vvith him that dvvell 7. And theÌ„ this tongue that novv dotâ—… plaâ—… Of greefe of vvoe of gall Shall tune a part in that svveet quiâ—… With Christ vvith saincts vvith aâ—… 5. THOUGHT O my soule thy Christ hath tooke part vvith flesh bloud that by deatâ—… he might beate dovvne him that had thâ—… povver of death HEB. â—… 14. The sixt muse 1. â—…Ovve vvhat is death theÌ„ say my soule I st not a sleepe in graue â—…ey that did feele the vvorst of it The stile of sleepe it gaue 2. â—…d aske thy corps o my svveet soule WheÌ„ full vvith toyle of day â—…it hath not bine glad to rest As cloyd vvith a foule vvay 3. â—…nd novve in this svveete sleepe of death Thou art sure to be blest â—…hy like a child vvilt thou not goe To this thy bed thy rest 4. â—…idst thou ere see a bird in cage Sitt still vvith in the grate â—…hat might flie foorth to vvoods to groues To meete his loue his mate 5. Did Paule vvhen god his gyues 〈◊〉 buâ—… And rid him out of iayle Crie out say not yet o lord I doe not like this bayle 6. Paule slepte tvvixt tvvo that did 〈◊〉 keep But vvheÌ„ that he vvas free And rid froÌ„ iayle did he once tuâ—… To iayle those bonds to see 7. O my svveete soule didst ere thou â—… At sea men sing their songâ—… And vvheÌ„ to laÌ„d they â—…aÌ„e did grâ—… And tell their frends of vvrongâ—… 6. THOUGHT O heare me o lord my god 〈◊〉 light to mine eies least I sleepe the 〈◊〉 of death PSAL. 30. 3. The seuenth muse 1. â—…st thou o soule no mind to rest In all thy paine and toyle 〈◊〉 vvilt thou still goe on drudge 〈◊〉 lott on sea on soyle 2. â—…ve oft haue vvights in vvoe greefe 〈◊〉 ought death to ease their paine â—…h death found thee vvilt thou not â—…o goe from greefe be faine 3. â—…th name of death the fright my soule â—…hat if meÌ„ call sleepe death â—…lt thou be fraid to close thine eies â—…r feare to loose thy breath 4. â—…hat hurt vvill coÌ„e to thee by that The first man vvas in sleepe â—…eÌ„ god a vvife made him for helpe The man in ioy to keepe 5. And vvhat if novve thy god forth Whilst thou dost sleepe in graâ—… Doth make thy soule a spouse Châ—… His face his grace to haue 6. My death o soule but parts the frâ—… That each hath led the vvay And novve shake hands but for spâ—… Till meete in rest thy may 7. Goe then my soule to this sure gaiâ—… Part vvith a frend a space The tyme vvill come vvhen this â—… dâ—… Shall see thy Christ his face 7. THOUGHT The due of sinne my soule is dâ—… graue hell but the gift of god is lâ—… ioy and blisse by Christ my lord god ROM 6. 13. The eight muse 1. TEll me my soule vvas thou not loth At first to ioyne vvith me â—…hy novve art loth to part vvith that Which much vvoe letts thee see 2. â—…ost thou not heare the vvise to say The day of death is cheefe â—…d is more good then day of birth Which brings thee vvoe greefe 3. â—…ost not thou trust the vvise mans vvords On throne in state in glee â—…at thus did say of death birth Then harke thou once to me 4. â—…he lord of life that knevve deaths force Doth say that they are blest â—…hat die in god our lord our Christ And from their vvoes haue rest 5. O death hovve svveete is that thâ—… rest To vvights in vale of teares Hovve svveete is thy grim face to those That liue in vvoe feares 6. O soule vvhat man is so fell mad And so in soule cast dovvne To hide himselfe in base things here To loose by them a crovvne 7. My soule then see say in fine With men of gods ovvne lore For me to die it is more good Then liue on this ville shore 8. THOUGHT O my soule if by one mans sinne death did raigne by one much more they vvhich haue much grace the gift of faith shall raigne in life by one Christ my lord and god ROM 5. 17. The ninth muse 1. WHat ayles thee o my soule my deare Such face such feare to shevve Novve death doe come to cite thee home Is all thy faith but devve 2. Is death soe fearce soe fell to eies To thoughts that vvas soe free It is a shame to thee my soule Thou dost noe more Christ see 3. Where is thy faith in vvords thou couldst Call oft for death in life Is all but talke is all but smoke Where is thy hope so rife 4. Hath thy svveete Christ novv sent for thee And art thou loth to goe Rouze vp thy selfe for shame o soule And doe not serue him soe 5. O lord raise vp this hart of mine That faints droopes in death O that I might thy cup once tast And liue in thy svveete breath 6. The spright vvould come but fles is vveaâ—… Lord helpe this guest of thine And rid her from this flesh of sinne Which is a broode of mine 7. I come to thee o lord I come Streach forth thine hand to me O death o graue vvhere is thy sting My crovvene my god I see 9. THOUGHT They are blest that haue a pâ—…t iâ—… the first life for on such the last deaâ—… shall haue not strength but they shal bâ—… preests of god and of Christ. Apoc. 20. 6. FINIS All 's Pauls Prayers Metphrased into words of one syllable of great Brittains language are to be vsed by a devout Christian soule in his priuate soliloquies holy solaces vvith his god And are set to the tune of I loue the lord because my voice PSALM CXVI O lord my god thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue thou didst hold me from those that goe dovvne to the pitt To his much esteemed good frend Mr. NICHOLAS BACKHOUSE â—…archant one of the assistants of the vvorthy companie of the Marchant Aduenturers residing at Hamborough The ioy of Ierusalem peace of Syon MUch endeered The cheefest parts of gods seruice are either prayer â—…r praise Prayer for vvhat vve vvant Praise in thanks giuing for vvhat vve haue receaued The svveete singer of Israell in his heauenly composed hymes vseth â—…oth to pray to god to praise â—…od I
need not recomend vnto you prayer I hope you vse it as I knovv you doe publikely soe I doubte noâ—… but you vse it also priuatly Preaching is gods speach to you Prayer is ours to him Preaching belongs to me I preach to you â—… your pastor pray for you also Prayer belongs to you to pray for me your selfe all yours all goâ—… childreÌ„ For the manner hovve noâ—… better president noe more perfect patterne then S. Paulls practice 〈◊〉 his prayers vvhich I haue here metaphrased for you in the syllables of your ovvne mother tongue Goâ—… the father is the objecte of your prayers prayses God the sonne the presenter of them as the only master of requests in heauen Goâ—… the holy ghost the very breath 〈◊〉 your prayers the simle of youâ—… soule Vse this blessed exercise both of prayer praise Be in loue vvith it god vvill loue you To vvhich loue of his in this modell of my best loue to you I recomend your vvell disposed thoughts in the sauing mercies of Christ Iesus your lord mine Resting To be required by you or your frends in Christs seruice W LOE Eph. 1. 16. The first Prayer 1. I cease not to giue thankes to thee O god my god most iust For all thy gifts of grace loue To vs that liue in dust 2. And lord I craue a glympse of light In Christ my lord thy sonne That so my faith may see that sight And to it still may runne 3. That I may knovve thy becke thy call My hope my helpe my all That I may haue thy povver strength To helpe me vvhen I fall 4. For thou o god hast made vs see What thou hast vvrought in loue For thy svveete spouse thy church thy vvife Thy ioy thy simle thy doue 5. For thou hast set our Christ o god At thy right hand to shine And thou to that place vvilt vs bring For that deare loue of thine 6. O god thou laidst my Christ fuâ—… lovve With in the earth so darke But thou didst raise him vp on high And settst him as a marke 7. On vvhich vve fixe our eies of faith Our harts our minds our loue O bring vs all to him svveete god That is our deere our doue O god my hart is fixt on thee and my tongue shall sing giue praise to thy name for aye PSAL. 108. 1. Eph. 3. 14. The second Prayer 1. I day by day doe bovve to thee And cease not in the night To seeke thee lord in all my thoughts And muse of all thy might 2. For of our Christ is naÌ„de the church Of vs that liue in clay And eke thy gaurd saincts on high That praise thee day by day 3. GrauÌ„t vs o lord that vve may knovve Thy grace our good our end And that vve may feele povver strength And Christ may be our frend 4. Let him dvvell in our harts o lord And then vve shall thee see With all thy saincts in breadth length In depth in height in glee 5. Then shall vve knovve the loue of Christ That else is past our skill The shalt thou fill vs vvith thy grace In him to doe thy vvill 6. O lord for vs this thou canst doe And more then all that is Of thy good grace to vvorke in vs In Christ hovve should vve misse 7. Praise be to thee in all the vvorld Thy church doe sing the same And age to age shall eke sett forth For aye to ours thy name O god thou art my god ere it be day vvill I seeke thee my soule flesh doe thirst long for thee as drie land vvhich vvants raine PSAL. 63. 1. Phil. 1. 9. The third Prayer 1. GRaunt to vs lord that loue may dvvell In these poore tents of ours For vve must hence vve knovve full And fade as doe the flovvers 2. And grauÌ„t good lord that in thy loue It may grovve more more That vve may knovve vvhat things are ill And lead not to thy lore 3. So may vve in the day of doome In Christ be void of shame And fild vvith his faire fruits of loue May scape the rod of blame 4. Then shall vve sing the praise to thee In midst of all thy Saincts Then shall our soules be glad ioy That novve is vveake faints 5. Icease not lord to pray for those That seeke sue to thee That they may knovve hovve safe sure In Christ their soules may be 6. And that vve all may vvalke and vvorke In vvord in vvorth in all As he that hath vs cald to thiâ—… And rid vs of our thrall 7. Who hath vs fred from povver of death FroÌ„ foggs doggs of hell And set vs by his chaire of state With Christ fotaye to dvvell Saue vs o lord our god bring vs from those that doe not call on thee that vve may call on thee laud praise â—…hy name for aye PSAL. 106. 47. The. 3. 11. The fourth Prayer 1. THe lord our god our strength stay Make vs to loue each one And make vs knovve hovve that vve are Made all of flesh bone 2. That soe vve may grovve vp in grace And firme in hart minde That soe to all vve may set forth Our loue both sure kind 3. Yea not to cease till that our lord Doe come in clouds full bright To iudge this earth all the folke Yea all the vvorld in sight 4. For is it not the loue of Christ Who did loue vs soe deare That vve through hope of grace in him Should liue voyd of base feare 5. Lord be thou ioy to all our harts Our vvords our vvorkes good make That vve may loue liue in thee For thy sonne Christ his sake 6. O god of peace of loue of life Grant vs to serue thee still In spright in soule in hart in mind And this of thy good vvill 7. Yea keepe vs lord froÌ„ blame blott Till Christ doth come in skey So shall vve sure be of thy loue To liue vvhen vve shall die Heare me o lord that soone for my soule doth vvaxe faint hide not thy face from me Least I be like them that goe dovvne to the graue PSAL. 148. 7. â—…om 7. 25. The fift Prayer 1. â—… thanke thee lord that hast sett novve In me a fight a iarre My mind my flesh doe day by day In strife sett forth a vvarre 2. My mind to thy svveete lavve giues vvay My flesh in thrall is brought My mind vvould keepe thy lavve thy lore And hath thy vvill still sought 3. But my base flesh is prompt seekes Thy lavve to cast me fro O god vvhat shall I doe in this With me the case is so 4. My mind vvould doe the god full faine That thy lawes shevve to me But still my flesh doth frett fume Gainst this thy lavve to me 5. For I doe not that vvhich I loue But I doe that I hate And all for that my mind
SONGS OF SION Set for the ioy of gods deere ones vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe By W. L. Let the vvord of god dvvell in you plenteouslie in all vvisdome teaching admonishing your ovvne selues in Psalmes Hymnes spirituall songs singing vvith a grace in your harts to the lord Colos. 3. 16. To all such of the Congregation both men woemen and children oâ—… discretion that are of the English nation residing at Hamborough that seeke serue god in sincerity vvithout hipocrisie or faction Grace be giuen in Christ BLessed beloued in the lord The Christian sobriety coÌ„fortable charitie vvhich I obserued in my table brothers occasioned the coÌ„posing of these hymnes It vvas their goodnes to make them publique for the benefitt of others also They are all deuine songs yea from meditations of the scripture are they dravvne If you shall vse them in your priuate families to gods glorie â—…ur ovvne solace to the instructioÌ„ â—…edification of your children I haue â—…e end of my desire Receaue them as â—…e symptomes of my soules affection the generall aduancment of gods â—…uice to the priuate consolation of you your children to the praise and â—…nour of our ovvne mother tongue â—…us in the midest of manie harshe â—…mes of grudge and despite I haue â—…arned to tune the songs of Sion For vvhich I praise god and shall neuer â—…ase to pray for your blessednes in the â—…uing mercies of Iesus Christ his â—…uours resting Yours in the lord W. L. An hymne or song Of seauen straines or strings â—…et to the tone of seaven sobs and sighes of a seaven times seauen sâ—…d soule for sinne and is to be song iâ—… the tune of I life mine hart to thee PSAL 25 or Flie soule vnto thy rest Seauen times a daie vvill I praie to thee o god and vvill prâise thee o lord for thy great gifts and good graces both to me and mine PSALM CXIX When the spright of maÌ„ doth sighe and sob to god and is lift vp on highe the spright of god doth bovve it selfe to man in ioy and peace CYPRIAN To his much esteemed good frend Mr. â—…OHN POWELL one of â—…he assistants of the worthy coÌ„panie of the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough Grace peace mercie be multiplied in Christ Iesu. WOrthy frend VVhen IuliaÌ„ the Apostate infested the church of god soÌ„times by barbarous cruelty somtimes by deuilish policie among other his vvicked practises that vvas not the least nor the last vvhen â—…e interdited the christians all vse of bookes both priuatly publikeâ—… for their children to learne excepte Poetry It pleased almighty god in that distresse of his church to stirre vp a learned man one Apollinarius a singular Metaphrast to put into heroicall Greeke verse all the psalmes of Dauid by vvhich blessing the children of god had vse and comfort of that excel lent booke of the psalme the tyrants decree tooke noe hold of theÌ„ because novve it vvas become deuine poesie poetry they might read Which shevves vnto vs gods especiall singular providence for his church vpon all occasions And novve albeit god be blessed there is noe cause to complaine either of any such Apostatical povver for vve haue an Apostolicall king nor of any such vvicked pollicy for vve haue had kings QueeÌ„s nursing fathers nursing mothers of our church yet in these Halâ—…yon daies of ours I haue presumed to metaphrase some passages of Dauid psalmes as an Essay to knovve vvhether vve might expresse our harts to god in our holy soliloquies by moÌ„asillables in our ovvne mother tongue or no. It being a receaued opinion amoÌ„gst many of those vvho seeme rather to be iuditious then caprichious that heretofore our english tongue in the true idiome thereof consisted altogether of Monasillables vntill it came to be blended and mingled vvith the commixture of Exotique languages And I my selfe haue seene all the lord prayer vsed in the tyme of Iohn Wickleefe to be expressed in vvords of one sillable And because gods children did reckon seauen tymes seauen yeares before they could enioy their yeare of Iubile I haue made allusion in this little Essay to tune forth seaueÌ„ tymes seauen sad sobbs for sinne that vvhen vve haue spent the remaynder of our vvretched dayes of our pilgrimage here god may in his mercie vvipe avvay all teares from our eyes bring vs to our eternall Iubile in his glorious kingdome Which god grant to you to me to all Christian people for his ovvne rich mercie sake and the satisfactory meritts of Iesus Christ our lord Amen Written from my studie vvithin the English house at Hamborough Jan. 24. Yours because you are of Christ. WILL LOE The first straine 1. LOrd heare my suite my plainte That my soule makes to thee Lord in thy truth one looke of grace Grant in thy loue to me 2. Lord see the moane I make Looke on me in thy grace Let not my sighes come backe in vaine But shewe to me thy face 3. Loe I was borne in sinne My kind my shape my all My stocke my flocke my selfe from birth O Lord from thee did fall 4. And I poore soule am sett In greefe in paine in woe My sinnes come on my soule doth faint O quitt me of my foe 5. My sinnes the haires doe passe That are set on my head My hart doth feare and faint and faile And I am as one dead 6. Thus goe I greeud and goord And frett in hart and spright Thus am I faint vvith feare death My sinnes they doe me fright 7. The deeds that I haue done Are sett in vevve of eie My faults my thoughts my sinne my shame Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie 1. SIGHE. O that my thoughts vvords vvorkes and vvaies vvere made so straight and right that I might keepe thy lavves 〈◊〉 lord all the daies nights of my vvhole life so should I be clere cleane from the guilt of sinne shame The second straine 1. O God if thou shouldst vvaighe My vvaies and take a vevve â—…ould not scape thy rod thy vvrath I should in vvoe it rue 2. â—…iudge me not I pray O sheeld me from my fall â—…r in thy sight none iust doth liue No none I say at all 3. â—…rge is thy loue to me For it vvith thee I treate â—… grant me it for Christ his sake Gainst sinnes so huge so great 4. O Christ vvhat vvight doth knovve His sinne faults of life O cleanse me from my sinnes at once Which are in me most rife 5. And keepe me lord I craue Least sinnes doe ore me svvay So shall I then be free and faine To keepe thy lavve for aie 6. This lord of thee I beg To thee I hold vp hands And hart soule both thirst gape As doth the drought in lands 7. As maids doe vvatch and vvaite On Queenes some grace to haue So
is vext With this my flesh my mate 6. What shall I doe o lord my god Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free FroÌ„ this fell death of sinne shame That I thy grace may see 7. I thanke my god vvho haue me fieâ—… For his sonne Christ his sake To him for aye both night day My hymnes my songs I make O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne the strong ill man that rules raigns in my vveake flesh that I may say to him goe farre from me PSAL. 139. 19. â—…o 16. 24. The sixt Prayer 1. THe grace of god be all my giude His povver be all my staye His strength eke be to me a staffe By night eke by day 2. For he it is that hath me taught That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs Our lord our god in vevve 3. To god in hymnes still vvill I sing His praise is all my mirth The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise In all parts of the earth 4. If there be vvight that liues in life And doth not loue our god Let him tast of the lord of hosts His curse his vvrath his rod 5. But let the loue of god grace Of Christ be vvith you all That loue looke long for him To rid vs of our thrall 6. And let our god that brought froâ—… death Our Christ our grace our blisse Set vs vvith saincts in ioy in light Where as our Christ novve is 7. So shall vve tuÌ„e in that svveete quiâ—… Midst of those saincts in rest And see his saincts in light of light And so for aye be blest O god let them that hate thee flit from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne but let them that loue thee be glad ioy in thee PSAL. 68. 1. 〈◊〉 13. 20. The seuenth Prayer 1. O God vve are poore sheepe that stray In vvods in vvaies of sinne â—…ovve dovvne thine eare to vs heare And rid vs of this dinne 2. â—…hat vve may knovve thy grace in Christ That keepes vs as his flocke â—…hat leads vs forth to streames of ioy And setts vs on a rocke 3. â—…hat soe vve may ore see this vvorld And all the things in it â—…nd then doe place vs vp on high With him in ioy to sit 4. GrauÌ„t vs good lord that vve may see The good that doth thee please â—…o shall vve liue in hart in mind In ioy in rest in ease 5. Graunt lord vvhat thou dost bid â—… doâ—… That vve may doe the same Bid vvhat thou vvilt grauÌ„t vs gracâ—… And vve vvill praise thy name 6. To Christ our lord the lambe of goâ—… That shed his bloud for sinnes To rid vs from the feends of hell And all their crafts ginns 7. Be praisd of vs all tymes tyds In vvoe eke in vvealth And let the folke on all the earth Giue laud to him for health O lord god of our health I crie dâ—… night to thee let my grones come nigâ—… to thee bovve dovvne thine eare to 〈◊〉 sighes that I make to thee The song of songs Or the Canticle of Solomon betweene Christ his spouse the tvvo first chapters is set to the tune of Blessed are they that perfect are PSAL. CXIX 1. part To his much esteemed good freend Mr. WILLIAM CHRISTMAS Marchant one of the deacons of the English Church residing at Hamborough Grace here glory for euer in Christ. LOuing beloued frend The title of this heauenly hymne shevveth the excellency thereof For it is called the song of songs or the Canticles of vvise Soloman The subiecte is most sacred for it is the â—…uptiall loue song betvveene Christ his spouse Wherein their mutuall loues by svveete reseÌ„blaÌ„ces are mystically maruelously expressed What more comfortable song then to sing our harts loue vve beare to Christ in the blessed vnion by one spirit vvherby vve haue euerlasting life Tvvo of the first chapters of vvhich song I haue metaphrased into Monosyllables vvhich I haue bequethed to your loue as a signe of mine to seale both ours Receaue it as the rest of your colleagues for I vvish you all the happines of both vvorlds in the sauing mercies of Christ tâ—… vvhich I recommend you aâ—… that looke vpon you vvith loue resting Yours because of Christ W. LOE The first Song The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. O that thou vvouldst on me so cast Some lookes of thy svveete loue That thou maist make me deere to thee My hart vvith grace to moue 2. Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare And farre more sveete to me Then wealth or vvine or limbe or life Or ought that I can see 3. The svveete that I smell of thy name Is like an oyle most pure And pourd it is on all thy saincts Such is thy loue soe sure 4. O dravve me dravve me I vvill runne To bord to bed vvith thee O pull me pull me from my sinne O rid me set me free The spouses speakes 5. The good are glad in thee thy loue They long and looke for still They vvalke to thee they talke of thee And all to doe thy vvill 6. Graunt this o Christ and then vve shall Be all in all that is And thou shalt find that none of vâ—… Of thy grace ought to misse 7. O shevve me vvhom my soule doth loue Where thou dost feed at noone O vvhy should I thus freet feelâ—… The losse of thee so soone The second Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. O Thou my church vvhom I doe loue For vvhoÌ„ I shed my bloud 〈◊〉 thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue hast not seene the good 2. â—…hen gett thee to those flockes of mine where as they feed by those Whom I haue sett as giuds for them That I in loue haue chose 3. â—…here feed fatt thy selfe vvith foode That Saincts doe touch doe tast And tune their soules in thankes to me For loue that aye doth last 4. For deere thou art to me my loue For shape for strength for speede That none is like to thee my deere In thought in vvord in deede Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke Are set vvith pearls of grace With stones of price vvith chaynes of vvorth I loue to see thy face 6. These signes of loue are seales to thee What shall be thine else vvhere When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me O spouse my loue most deere 7. There spangs specks of gold most pure I le add to all the rest There shalt thou loue liue vvith me And eke for aye be blest The third Song The spouse speakes to her mates 1. SEe novve all ye that loue the lord Ye Nymphes ye Mayds of grace Whiles that my lord king novve seemes Farre of from me in place 2. And is in midst of troopes of saincts On highe vvhere he doth dvvell Where all doe tend on him in loue Where
my deere Shevv thou thy loue in praise teach my name my fame to all So long as last thy daies The spouse speaketh 7. If thou my deere vvouldst haue 〈◊〉 doâ—… As thou hast bid to me Then graÌ„t me grace to act the samâ—… And thou it sone shalt see A METAPHRASE Of the first and second chapâ—…ers of Ieremies Lamentations for â—…he sacking burning of Ierusalem and â—…he temple by Nebuchadnezer king of Babell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. EDWARD MEEDE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of Merchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough Grace in this vvorld and ioy in the other ALL happines in the lord Iesus I present vnto you a part of Ieremies Lamentations metaphrased You may see herein my true hart vnto you all In the midst of lamentable discoÌ„tents I tuned my soule tongue pen to the land of god And the rather in these lamentations for that they sorted some vvhat to my retired meditations One tyme or other all men are not as they vvould be It is the condition of gods children Happie is that man that can vse gods scourge to his amen dement The great moderator of all things knovves his children fittest to be made palmes to be spread vvith burthens vvaights not to be Oliues That so vve might more thinke of our victorie then of our rest It is enoughe for vs that vve shall once triumph in heauen rest for all To this holy rest and eternall tranquillity godgiude vs all into vvhose blessed keeping I recommend you in Christ sauing mercies And rest Yours much deuoted W. LOE The first depth FRoÌ„ dumps doomes of vvoe From depth of vvrath â—…re we call vve crie vve roare o lord With zeale as hot as fire The state vvhere once thy name Was great in light of grace Is led a slaue by force of vvarre A curse is in the place Our streeats that flockt vvith folke Most rich in cloths most gay Are novve made void laid full vvast By night and eke by day We that did rule and raigne And brusd the vvorld vviâ—… might Doe novve pay taxe tole disme By force of armes in spight We vveepe full sore all night By day our teares doe fall Our eies are sore our cheekes are wett Yet on the lord vve call They that did loue vs once vvere our frends in shevve Are turnd to gall and doe vs kill As ferce as doth our foe The second depth OUr prince is made a slaue To sitt vvith folke most base We find noe rest but vvoe and moane shame doth fill our face our sinne our sinne hath greeud The lord of hosts full sore Our shame our shame for that doth come On vs novve more and more Our things of vvorth the foe Hath seizd all to his hand They staine the church of thy great name We caÌ„ them not vvith stand The facts that vve haue done Are all filths in his sight He pluckes vs dovvne none doth build Not one vvill doe vs right We sighe for bread in vvant We giue our vvealth for yt O helpe svveete lord for vve are vile O dravve vs from this pitt O let all those that passe Looke on my vvoe see If ere they savve the like of this That novve is done to me The third depth IN all my bones is fire A net my feete hath caught God turnes his face makes me faynt His vvrath it hath me taught His hand is on my necke His yoke hath bound me sore He beares his haÌ„d so hard on me That I can rise noe more My men of force are gone My young men crusht vvith might My maids babes are trod to dust And all this in my sight For these things vveeps myne eieâ—… My soule is farre from glee The foe doth force me to this woe And none doth care for me We stretch our hands for helpe And none doth take a care We are as is the filth of all They looke not hovve vve fare Yet thou art iust o lord For vve haue gone from thee Thou vvilt vs helpe for this at last O shevve thy face to me The fourth dept MY Preests gaue vp the ghost While they did seeke for meate The old men eke gaue vp their breath O lord our vvoe is great I am in greefe o lord Mine hart is fild vvith vvoe The svvord doth kill Death doth rage For that thou art my foe When I doe sigh grone Noe eie doth care for me My foes doe ioy glad themselues My vvoe moane to see O let my sighes o lord Loud crie make in thine 〈◊〉 I haue done ill cleaÌ„se me of that And rid mine eies froÌ„ tearâ—… O lord vvhy vvith a cloud So black of vvrath ire Hast thou vs clad and cast vs dovvne Why are vve burnt vvith fire The lord doth raze our race Our stocke our flocke our all Dovvne to the ground he dings vs fast Our prince our peeres doe fall The fift depth THe strength of all our house Is spent yea all is gone â—…he lords ferce vvrath hath cut vs of To helpe vs there is none â—…e bends his bovve at vs He shootes vs through full sore He kills the choice of all our flocke O lord vvhat vvilt thou more Our forts of fence strength Our fields so fresh so full â—…re all laid vvast our goods our babes Our foes from vs doe pull The king Preest at once The church state doe vvaiâ—… The daies of feasts are turnd to faâ—… The lord he doth vs quaile The lord hath cast dovvne all They roare make a noice With in thy house o'god ouâ—… king Where once vvas hard our voice Our vvall our vvealth our state Our god vvill lay full lovve His hand is bent to stricke vs all Thy vvill o lord is so The sixt depth The lavve and all is gone Noe preest noe peere of light â—…he lord hath rid vs of them all Not one doth come in sight The graue men of our state The sage such as giude â—…oe sitt on grouÌ„d in dust clay With sacke they cloth their side â—…ine eies to see this faile vvith teares they drope melt â—…he babes doe sovvne in midst of street Such vvoe vvant they felt â—…hey crie for bread for drinke To all that stand them nighe And in their lapps that gaue theÌ„ sucke They faint faile die What vvoe is like to ours Our breach as seas doe roaâ—… There 's none can helpe or heale our vvoâ—… O lord our greefe is sore They that should see say And tell vs of our sinne
shevve thy smile to me 3. It is full good for man In youth to beare thy rod For he shall learne there by to knovve The lord to be his god 4. Then sitts he pale vvan And mute vvith out a peâ—…are He will take heede all tymes that 〈◊〉 Doe searue the lord in feare 5. And if he see there 's hope His mouth from dust vvill cry And to the lord make plaint 〈◊〉 To day that he doth dye 6. He giues his cheeke to such As smite him doe taunt He vvil not giue his eare to those That vaine vile things chaâ—… The sixt depth 1. â—…He lord doth not for aye Cast of his choice of men â—…ut though they greeue yet in his tyme. He takes them from that den 2. â—…or by his vvill the lord Greeues not his flocke at all â—…ot doth he crush the sonnes of meÌ„ When they on him doe call 3. â—…e rights men in their ill The face of the most high â—… sett to helpe the flocke of Christ Yea he vvill dravve them nigh 4. Out of gods ovvne svveet moâ—… Comes forth not good ill When vve are plagud it is our 〈◊〉 That doth our deare soules kill 5. Let vs then search our vvaies And turne to our good god So shall he quite put farre from His scourge his plague his 〈◊〉 6. Lift vp both hand hart To him that dvvells on hiâ—… And shevve our sinns ours 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Least that for them vve dye The seuenth depth 1. â—…Hou hast vs slayne o lord And hidst vs vvith a cloud â—… that our sute comes not to thee Though vve doe cry full loud 2. â—…e are as drosse and doung Our foes doe on vs rage feare snare is come on vs And that from age to age 3. â—…ine eies cease not to vveepe But day by daye vve moane â—…ill thou o lord dost looke from high ease vs of our grone 4. My eies and hart doe ake The one vvith teares doth runâ—… My hart it sobbs sighes full soâ—… For that vvhich I haue done 5. Men chase me like a bird They haue cut of my life They cast great stones to keepe mâ—… dovvâ—… They kill me in their strife 6. Yet from these depths o lord I haue cald on thy name Thou to my voice vvilt giue an 〈◊〉 And ease me of the same The eight depth 1. THou vvontst to say Feare not Thou vvontst my cause to plead â—…nd to the streames of loue life Thou vvast vvont me to lead 2. â—… lord my vvronge thou seest Iudge thou my cause vvith those â—…hat gape hope to eate me vp With rage they doe me close 3. â—…hou lord hast hard their cries Hovve they doe rage roare â—…ovve they doe spite spitt at me And raue still more more 4. They make their songs on me They iest gibe mocke When they sitt dovvne or rise 〈◊〉 walâ—… They flout they feare thy flocâ—… 5. Giue them their lott o lord Looke on the vvorke the vvrougâ—… Giue them thy curse vvith greef of haâ—… That haue my vvoe thus soughâ—… 6. Cast them all cleane from thee Let not the earth them beare For that they doe not seeke to the But rage vvith out all feare A METAPHRASE Of the fourth and fift Chapters of Ieremies Lamentations for the sacking burning of Ierusalem and the temple by Nebuchadnezer king of Babell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of 〈◊〉 gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. xxv To his much esteemed good frend Mr. JOHN STAMPE marchant one of the coÌ„panie of the Merchants-Adventurers residing at Hamborough Eternall blisse in Christ Iesus MYNE vnfained loue in Christ vnto you Noe vvise man vvould sell his thoughts for all the vvorld For as they are much pleasing to a mans selfe so are they beneficiall vnto others I little thought vvhe I began to make an Essay into this businesse that it vvould haue enlarged it selfe into eleuen branches What it is as it is Euen the all of it I devote to all my table-brothers Wherein your selfe haue a part I shall desire your aecentance vvith the rest And euen so herein I commeÌ„d my loue to you my lines to the vvorlds rensure the vse of theÌ„ to gods children for vvhose sâ—…ke I haue endeuored this Thus 〈◊〉 my prayers for your succesfuâ—… prosperity in all things I leaue yoâ—… to gods sauing grace Remaying Your affectionate W. LOE The first depth 1. HOvve is our gold so dymme The fine gold hovve i st lost The stones of the lords house are vvast This is our case our cost 2. Our sonnes that vvere so strong Are trod as clay in streete And as the potts so are they broke They crush theÌ„ vvith their feete 3. The formes of fish in sea That are most strange to see Yea they to young ones yeald their breasts with vs this may not bee 4. The babe that suckes is drye For bread the young ones cry But bread breast they can hauâ—… noâ—… And so they faint dye 5. They that did feede most fine The crusts most course vvould haue They that put on their robs of silkâ—… The pigs â—…oote seekes craue 6. The vvoe that vve doe bere Is farre more great then vvhen our god did rayne fell fire froÌ„ skey And burnt the sonnes of men The second depth 1. THey that vvere pure as snovve And vvhite as is the milke That lookt so red so fresh so faire And clad them selues vvith silke 2. They are as blacke as cole By face they are not knowne Their skin is parcht cleaues to bones They vvaile they vveepe they moane 3. They vvhom the svvord doth kill We count in a good case â—…or they that liue doe pine for vvant Both they all their race 4. The babes that sucke the 〈◊〉 We seeth for meat in poâ—… Or else vve pine for vvant of 〈◊〉 Our limbs doe fade râ—… 5. The lord is vvrath vvith vs On vs he shoures his ire And vve are cleane put out of 〈◊〉 He burnes vs vp vvith fire 6. The kings of all the earth Doe stand in maze to see Our foes march in our streats 〈◊〉 roâ—… vve poore soules to flee The third depth 1. BUt this is come to vs For that vve shed the bloud Of such as vvere most neere to god And shevvd vs all the good 2. The bloud I say of them Doth cry gainst vs to god And novve vve feele his hand of ire His scourge his vvhipe his rod. 3. This bloud of men so iust Hath bine our bane our vvoe And made vs turne our backes froÌ„ such As made them selues our foe 4. For vve card not for Preeste Nor those that did vs good But vvere both ferce fell to them We stroue to shee l their bloud 5. For this our eies doe vvatch And vvaite still doe faile No helpe noe hand is strecht to â—… And
voice is this so shrill That souÌ„ds thus in mine eare O put from them their sinns o god That knovves not vvhat 's thy feare 2. Is not thy voice o Christ On crosse vvhen thou didst hang And eke for those that did thee kill I st not thy voice that sang 3. A tune to god on highe With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd To see thy deere loue stretch so farre made the vvorld so easd 4. They knevve not vvhat they did Was ere such a thing seene To pray for those that made a prey In vvoes so sharp so keene 5. O soule full oft thou hast Not knovven vvhat thou hast done Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe But in thy Christ gods sonne 6. O pray my soule for them That hate thee to the graue And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once Its Christ that must thee saue 7. When foes doe curse blesse them For Christ hath taught thee so who prayd for such as did him kill And brought to curse vvoe The next dumpe ON THE NEXT WORD Verily I say vnto thee This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice Luck 23. v. 43. 1. O soule looke vp to this And harke vvhat voice thou hearst Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death Doth heare vvhat i st thou fearst 2. Then sure he vvill thee heare And giue eare to thy crye Novve that he sitts on throne in state is thy god so nighe 3. A theefe doth cry call Christ heares him by and by O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure If thou dost call cry 4. O learne it is but one To vvhom Christ grants an eare That sued to him in death at last And sought him in his feare 5. Yet it is one my soule Least thou shouldst faynt dye And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare In death vvhen thou shalt cry 6. And yet it is but one Least soule thou shouldst be proud And thinke that god vvould heare thee still When that thy cry is loud 7. O learne svveet soule by this To sue to god in life driue not of till death doe come To die in iarre strife The third Dumpe ON THE THIRD WORD Behold thy mother Behold thy sonne John 19. v. 26. 27 1. SEe soule if ere the like Was hard that novve is seene That Christ should care in midst of death And greefes that vvere so keene 2. For those that could not helpe But savve him in that plight Burst soule and die to see his loue To her that bare his might 3. And eke to him vvhose lone Was fixt sure in his breast That Christ should care in midst of greefe That he should liue in rest 4. She that vvhose seede did bruse The head of hell death Hath hart all prest vvith vvoe and greefe To see Christ lose his breath 5. O child see that thou loue And loke and long for good To those that haue thee borne bred are thee nighe in bloud 6. Shall not our Christ loue those Thinke you that searue him still And haue a care of all such folke That seeke to doe his vvill 7. My soule they are all deare He cares for all their seede Ne shall there one that serues ouâ—… god Be void of his full meede The fourth dumpe ON THE FOURTH WORD My god my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me MAT. 27. VERS 46. 1. O novve my soule giue eare To this great cry and yell That shakes the heauens moues the earth And teares the povvers of hell 2. My god my god cries Christ Why putts thou me thee fro And vvhy dost hide thy face froÌ„ me As if I vvere thy foe 3. O soule he cries for thee That thou maist haue gods light And nere be cast in pit full lovve And hid out of his sight 4. This cry did darke the sunne In full smyle of its beames O soule doth not it dymme thy sight And cause of teares full streames 5. My soule great is our sinnes That causd these groanes cries My eares that heare are dull and deafe My hart it faynts dies 6. What paine didst thou o Christ For me base vvretch then beare That thou didst yell cry roare In such great greefe feare 7. Wast not that I might nere Feele god goe from my hart Wast not o Christ that I might noâ—… Of hell once feele the smart The fift dumpe ON THE FIFT WORD I thirst Iohn 19. v. 28. 1. What thirst vvas this o Christ That thou dist feele so fell That made thee call for drinke in drought That causd thee thus to yell 2. Wast not for my poore soule Thou didst cry in thy thirst That I might tast the streames of ioy That man had at the first 3. And nere to thirst for aye But haue the streames full glad That ioy the hart soule all And blesse the mind that 's sad 4. Thou art the rocke o Christ From vvhence the source doth flovve That makes vs feele noe thirst at all But vp vvards for to grovve 5. Come to this source my soule And drench thy deepe sad mind Thou cast not chuse but here thou must A vvell of blisse sure find 6. For Christ didst thirst for thee That thou mights drinke I say The streames that flovve from throne of god vvhere Christ doth dvvell for aye 7. All soules doe thirst for this All saincts for this doe crye bray as harts doe for the flouds And so to faynt dye The sixt dumpe ON THE SIXT VVORD It is finished IOHAN 19. vers 30. 1. NOvve all is done my soule That can be done for thee The houres of death povvers of hell Are all put farre from me 2. Christ novve hath paid the debt The bond in tvvo is rent The lavve the curse the vvoe the crosse Is laid on him that 's sent 3. Loe Christ hath tane from thee Thy sinne thy shame thy crosse And rid thee from the hags of hell That vvould haue vvrought thy losse 4. Novve is the vvorld all iudgd All povvers of death hell Haue done their vvorst novve in vvoe Doe cry roare yell 5. It s done It s done saith Christ Ye all is past cleare That thou my soule maist liue in blisse be to god most deare 6. Is this the vvay o Christ That vve tast vvoe vvith thee That so vve may once rule raigne And thy svveet face still see 7. O lett thy vvill o lord Be done of vs in fine And by vs let thy vvill be done That still vve may be thine The seuenth dumpe ON THE SEVENTH WORD Father into thy hands doe I commend my spirit Luck 23. vers 46. 1. O come ioy of mine hart seaze my soule vvith this What is there ought in the vvide vvorld That caÌ„ be more to blisse 2. Then for my soule to heare My Christ his soule to giue In to the hands of god my lord There still for aye to liue 3. Novve soule thou seest thy blisse And vvhere thou maist be sure To haue thy rest thy ioy thy stay Thy loue thy life thy cure 4. O blest are they that dye They rest from all their care When once the lord doth sett them free What Death or Hell can dare 5. In his o soule thy Christ For thine made suite to god Thou needst not feare the day of death Nor graue nor hell his rod 6. For thou art safe in him That keepes thy life in store And it is hid in Christ thy lord What canst thou vvishe novve more 7. O soule Die in these vvords Giue vp thy selfe in fine To god in Christ feare no ill For he saies Thou art mine To him that made these Hymnes WHen vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like muse Hovv on vvhile drencht in sobs sighs for sinne And yet more lâ—…vv the Paths of death doth vse There seisd vvith greef yet prayes then sours euen in Heauens gate it self and there true loue doth find And then its Christ doth see and vevv his payne His cross his speare-pearst side his greef of mind Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy greef as on half slayne I must euen at thy muse hovv vvell hovv fit it lymms It s greef sobs sighs tears in tunes in songs hymns I. P. To him that made these hymns THer 's but one god that this vvorld one hath made One Christ one Truth one faith one hope one loue To serve this one in hymns of ones dost shade Thy zeale to teach vs that in one vve moue Loe as thy hymns be ones so is thy name but odd Hovv fitt both name hymns doe ioyne to praise one god Thus ten one in one thou hast novve framd That vve in one should keepe the lavve often Thus by seaven seaven thou hast them so namd For seaven tymes seaven day by day vve breake them Loe your hymns of one Ten one seaven by seaven Learns god to laud his lavve to keepe the vvay to heauen G. F. Aleph Betâ—… Gimel Daleth 〈◊〉 Vau. Zain Heth. Teth. Jod Caph. Lamed Mem. Nun. samech Aiâ—… Pe. Zade Koph Resch Shin Than Aleph Beth. Gimel Daleth He. Vâ—… Zain Heth. Teth. Iod. Caph. Lamed Meâ—… Nun. samech Ain Pe. Zade Koph Resh Shin Thâ—…u
praise god To morrovve vve shall liue For to loue is to liue vvhere vve loue the◅e vve liue If vve loue god vve shall liue in him by our prayers by our prayses all by one spirit O then let vs so loue him that vve may liue in him in our daylie voices that they may be hard to his glory our comfort good example of our brethren The god of heauen ioy your ◅art in all your life in your death that vve may all meete to sing together in the quire of heauen vvith the angells in the sauing mercies of our Sauiour Christ. Yours much more then mine ovvne W. LOE The first speach The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. IN ◅ed I sought my loue by night But could not find him there I sought him but he vvas farre off And did not come me neere 2. I rose vvalkt the streates to see If my soule could him find Whom I did vvant yet found I not The day starre of my mind 3. Thē rā I straight to those that teach And vvatch vvaite for me And sayd to thē cā ye shevve novve Where I my loue might see 4. And thus halfe spent vvith care cost My soule gan faint faile Loe then my loue did shevve himselfe vvould not let me quaile The spouse speakes to Christ. 5. So that by a nevve acte of faith I savve vvhere he vvas not We misse him in our beds of rest The vvorld is not his lott 6. The streets are strayts of cost care Where vve doe lose him quite But in the vvord soule of man We feele him in his might 7. But vvhē I found him hold I tooke Fast hold on him I layd Noe more to part vvith him at all Then he to me thus sayd The second speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. NOvve that my spouse hath toyld all night And lokt longd for me I charge you all that are my frends And looke to liue in glee 2. Stirre her not vp nor vvake my deere With toyes or tales of yore But let her rest in peace ioy And vexe her novve noe more 3. Oh vvho is this that comes so faire From out the foule vvorlds lane And hath shakt of her slough of sinne That vvould haue beene her bane 4. It is my Church my chaire of state Where I doe loue to be It is my doue my stay my deere It glads me her to see Christ speakes to his spouse 5. That is so quitt from vvorld of wo◅ From sinke of sinne shame She seekes to me for all her vvants Shee trusts to my great name 6. She smells as myrrh spice of cost Gracd vvith my chaines of loue She is my spouse no spott she hath She is my milke vvhit doue 7. All faire and full of grace most bright She comes she rūns to me Come on my deere make thou noe stay Thy loue thy life to see The third speach The spouse speakes 1. O novve my soule thou hast a glymse Of ioy that is on highe O blest are they that vevve it all Or doe that place come nighe 2. The courts on earth of kings most greate Are rich rare to vevve But this vvhere my Christ rules raignes For aye is faire nevve 3. The gard of this great court of state Are Saincts sprights of might That doe his vvill at all his beckes And dvvell vvith him in light 4. The courts of kings are made vvith hands Their care their cost is vaine But here 's a Court not made by mē Where my svveet Christ doe raigne The spouses speaketh 5. He in him selfe is all the state He giues his court the grace He is the light the hight the all That is still in that place 6. Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ see this court of rayes O take a vevve of this your life O seeke it all your dayes 7. Christ is your Bride groome you are To him a spouse most bright He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre And gaynd you vvith his might The fourth speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. HOvve faire art thou my deare my spouse With out eke vvith in Hovve voyd of filth or spotts of shame Of sinke or stinch of sinne 2. For I doe purge thee of the same My vvord doth make thee free they that teach to thee my lore Are all most svveet to thee 3. Their speach is full of grace loue To those that heare the same ◅heir vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue To keepe thee frō all blame 4. Those that doe rule giude the stearne Are as the necke to head They are both strong stout to gard The soules that they haue fed Christ speakes to his spouse 5. The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve Are breasts full fraught vvith milke And all that sucke the ioyce of thē Are clad in robes of silke 6. That is the grace of Saincts such Shall shine in rayes of rest Till day doth davvne shad doth fade And they for aye be blest 7. Thus art thou faire my loue in me In thee there is noe spott I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere Cleane voyd of sinne or blott The fift speach Christ speakes still 1. O novve my loue I haue thee sought And brought thee frō the lands I haue the led in bands of grace From out the curse bands 2. To me from all parts of the earth I vvill the giude call quite thou shalt be frō the bands Of them that did thee thra◅l 3. Who once did vexe greeue thee sore In bane in bloud in vvoe But I vvill set thee safe from them And rid thee from thy foe 4. For thou my hart hast caught with loue One cast of thy faire e◅e Of faith I meane doth vvound my hart which made me faint die Christ speakes still 5. All svveets the vvorld can yeald to me Are banes to thy svveet ◅mell Thou art my spouse in life death The graue shall not thee quell 6. The vvords vvhich from thy lipps doe droppe When thou dost pray or praise Are farre more svveet to me then svveets That sunne doth see by dayes 7. Thou art a spring to me shutt vp A vvell seald by my ring Frō vvhēce doth flowe pure streams of loue To me thy lord king The sixt speach Christ speakes 1. THou art closd vp my spouse my Deere That none might doe thee ill That force of foes nor rage of fēds On thee might doe their vvill 2. That noe vvild Boore of vvood so fell Thy rootes thy plants might marre For I looke on thee vvith mine eies And vevve their ire a farre 3. Thy plants are like svveet fruits of choice My deere ones all they are Of thee them as of mine eies I vvatch haue a care 4. Svveet sent as Myrrhe cane ye yeald As all cheefe spice of choice So are thy plants o Deere to me
Haue taught vs things both vilâ—… vainâ—… Noe good vve find there 〈◊〉 All such as pass vs by Do scoffe at vs mocke Is this the place say they 〈◊〉 strengtâ—… Is this the vvhole earths rockâ—… The seauenth depth Our foes doe hiâ—…se gnash Their teeth thus doe saye â—…his is the day vve haue sought for To bring thee dovvne for aye â—…ut lord this is thine acte To throvve vs dovvne each one â—…dayes of old it vvas thy vvill To bruise vs bone by done Our teares doe shovvre on vs To thee our harts doe cry â—…y day night vve take noe rest Our soules doe faint dye We crye out in the night Like babes vve hold vp hands We faint for want of bread o lord O rid vs of these bands O see svveet lord the babes That are but a span long We eate for foode our Preeâ—… are slayâ—… And cast out as the donge The young old on ground Are cast â—…aint die Our maids so fresh so faire in hevvâ—… Are kild cast them by Naught else but feares o lord Doe vvake vs day night It is the day of thy ferce vvratâ—… Of foes of vvarre of spight A METAPHRASE â—…F THE THIRD Chapâ—…r of Ieremies Lamentations for â—…e sacking burning of Ierusalem and 〈◊〉 temple by Nebuchadnezer king of â—…abell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. IOHN GREENWELL on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb All ioy happines in Christ. WElbeloued in the lord We are all strangers here in the earth our home is aboue in heauen It vvas a great greefe to gods Israel to tune the songs of Sion in a strange country Hovve then is it vvith vs that vve like so vvell of the things here thinke not of the blessings aboue Hierusalem vvas once the mistrisse of the vvorld thâ—… Metropolis of the earth yeâ—… vvhen the vvorlds darling foâ—… gatt god she vvas layd in the dusâ—… That is the cause of the Propheâ—… lamentation Indeed vvho vvould not shovver dovvne teares to 〈◊〉 the holy place deâ—…iled Ierusaâ—… made an heape of stones But vve see noe place be it neuer so glorioâ—… in our eies noe persons be they neuer so gratious in the sight of men that can escape gods 〈◊〉 vvheÌ„ he vvill scourge The Turkes haue encroched into Christendome made that â—…itty of Constantinople vvhich vvas once the glory of the east a veary cage of vncleane Mahumetans What Christians hart doth not bleed to see yt to heare of yt We haue cause to lament this The propheâ—… â—…ad reason to condole that O that our harts vvere touched vvith remorse for the poore distressed Christians that liue tributaries to the misbeleeuing Turke Consider in these hymnes the condition of gods people so subjecte to moane misery God directe all our â—…arts tovvard him in vvealth in vvoe in all And so I coÌ„mending you to god vvith the rest in the sauing mercies of Iesus Christ Am. Yours because of Christ. W. LOE The first depth 1. I am the man o lord Haue felt thy vvrath thy rod O send me helpe in this my vvoe My lord my Christ my god 2. Thy stormes clouds of ire Doe beate me day night Thou shevvst me vvoe vvast warre And hidst from me the light 3. All the day long o lord Thine hand is turnd gainst me Noe helpe noe hope noe ioy noe mirth That I poore vvretch can see 4. My flesh skin are vile And parcht as in a drought My bones my hart are broke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 This lord thy vvrath hath vvrougâ—… 5. O lord thou makst a foâ—… With me to vvarre fight With gall greefe thou dost me 〈◊〉 And none vvill doe me right 6. As they that long are dead And cleane cast out of mind So am I sett in night of death With vvâ—… greefe all pind The second depth 1. AN hedge is pight me round To close me in this vvoe â—… can'not stirre thy chaines me bind O lord vvhat shall I doe 2. And vvhen I cry roare In all my greefe gall He shutts me out vvill not heare Ne cares he for my call 3. He ramzes me in so fast With stones clay full thicke My pathes he crokes giues noe ease My soule is faint sicke 4. As beares doe teare their pray And vvaite more bloud to spill So hath my foes me rent tomâ—… As if it vvere thy vvill 5. I peece by peece am hald And puld by hand to raggs I by my selfe do sitt vveepe While my foe sitts braggs 6. Thy bovve o lord is bent To shoote at my pale face I am a marke for shafts to hitt O yett shevve me some grace The third depth 1. FOr see the shafts doe sticke In all my raynes through out I am the butt none but I At vvhich shootes all the rout 2. My foes make me their iest And song by night day Where is thy god thy lord thy helpe Thus they to me doe say 3. Mine hart is fraught vvith gall My bloud is drunke vp still With shame greefe I vvaile vvast Make hast me lord to kill 4. My strength is dasht my teeth Are broke vvith in my head Thou laist on loade on me poore I vvish I vvere cleane dead 〈◊〉 5. My soule doth not once heare Of peace of grace of light I can not call to mind my state That once I had in sight 6. O lord my strength my hope My helpe I looke from thee But all is gone there is none That cares nor lookes to me The fourth depth 1. â—… call to mind svveet god This moane this woe of mine â—…his gall this greefe this plaint this cry For I o lord am thine 2. â—…y soule is faint failes When I to mind doe call â—…y greefe hath made me cry and roare To see my vvoe fall 3. â—…et haue I hope in thee That thou vvilt helpe at last 〈◊〉 vvilt not quite my soule for aye From thy svveet sight out cast 4. It is thy loue o lord That I am not quite fold And rid from earth both braunch roote And closd vp in the mold 5. Thou failst me not in morne All night I feele thy stay Thy hand is great in thy truth Thou hearst vvhat I doe say 6. For thou o lord art mine My soule doth hope in thee Thou art my lot my land my rent Once more lord sett me free The fift depth 1. O thou art good o lord To them that vvayte tend To soules that seeke sue to thee Thou dost thy grace dovvne send 2. It is right good o lord To hope for helpe from thee For of thee lord is all mans good O
so vve faint quaile 6. The foe doth hunt our stepps As vve goe in the streete They kill they cry they roare on vâ—… They tread vs vvith their feete The fourth depth 1. THey hunt vs in the feilds On hills in dales they kill We dare not once loke out of dore Our streats vvith dead they fill 2. The breath of all our liues Is caught fast in their snare And left he is in plight full ill Both base poore bare 3. Let these be glad that dvvell Farre of out of this place Take heede least you doe moue the lord Gainst you to turne his face 4. For he hath plagud vs sore For all our sinnes ill And yet vve hope he vvill lokebâ—… And cease our folke to kiâ—… The V. CAP. 5. O lord call thou to mind What is come on vs all Take heede to vs that in our vvâ—… To none but thee doe call 6. Our lands our rents our all The foe from vs doe take The folke that are to vs most strang A prey of vs doe make The fiftâ—… depth 1. Our babes doe knovve noe sires And they that gaue the breast Doe sitt and sighe roare cry Ne can they take their rest 2. Our drinke to vs is sold Our vvood vve buy full deare And all this ill is come on vs For thâ—…e vve did not feare 3. Our neckes are prest vvith yokes On vs they lie full sore We moile toyle haue noe rest O lord vvhat vvilt thou morâ—… 4. To those that be our foes For bread vve giue our hands They tire on vs make a prey They breake in to our lands 5. They that are dead gone O lord haue done the sinne And vve poore soules doe pay the price These take vs in their gin 6. Base slaues vvhom vve did beate Ore vs novve rule and tire there is none that doth vs helpe Our feete stickes in the mire The sixt depth 1. OUr bread vve gett vvith dread It costs vs halfe our life â—…e vvaile in midst of vvoe waste All night all day in strife 2. Our skin like to a Moore Is black for vvant of meate Our parts are parcht to skin and bone Thy vvrath o lord is great 3. Our maids they make a prey To serue their minds lusts Our vviues they vvronge in all our sights Yet lord thy hand is iust 4. By hand our prince they hang The old men they doe scorne Our greeâ—…e doth last till it be night And eke till it be morne 4. They make our young onâ—… 〈◊〉 And toyle like horse in mill Their backes they load vvith batâ—… of 〈◊〉 Till that they doe them kill 5. The old men sitt noe more To iudge the cause in gate The young meÌ„ vvaile that vvont to sing Oh vvhen vvill be our date 6. Our ioy of hart is gonâ—… Our daunce is turnd to moane our minds doe muse of nought but vvoe We sitt sighe grone The seauenth depth 1. THe crovvne is gone from vs And all the rule is fled What shall vve doe o lord our god Our sinne hath struck vs dead 2. For sinne our hart is faynt For sinne our eies are dymme For sinne our foes doe vvarre on vs And rend vs limbe by limbe 3. Our hills and dales are vvaste The foxe doe roome range These things to see our harts doe bleed To vs it is most strange 4. Yet lord thou art for aye Thy throne is sett full sure Thou canst vs helpe vvhen hope is gone O lord novve doe vs cure 5. Why then dost hide thy face And vvilt not on vs looke Thou vvilt at last thy grace vs giue That is vvrote in thy booke 6. Turne to vs lord vve praye And then vve shall see grace O giue to vs the daies of old Thy name sett in this place 7. What shall thy vvrath like fire Still last and burne kill O cease svveet lord vve doe thee pray So shalt thou find noe ill Seauen dumpes ON THE SEAUEN WORDS â—…hat Christ spake on the crosse which shevve the seauen depthes of the lavves curse vvhich our lord did feele for our sinnes And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. GEORGE FRANKLYN on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb Grace here Glory hereafter in Christ. LOuing and beloued The vvords of a dying father or of a dying frend are vvont to take deepe impression in the minds memories of good natures Whose vvords shall pearce if the vvords of our Christ our dying Christ and that for vs his last also Whos 's I say if not his To you I send the last vvords of Christ in the last place yet you are not the least in my loue The first in intention is last in excecution And nothing is conveayed to the intellectuall povvers that is not first in the sensible parts It vvas gods purpose of our Christ euen in the creatioÌ„ that he should be thus vpon the crosse See then your Christ at his last Tune your dolefull dumps to a sad soule and ioy in sobbs For he prayes cries yells promiseth perfecteth all that vve may be all in all vvith god What can be more Christ passion is the modell of our profession yea the medall of our perfection For gods strength is perfected in our vveakenes We may sovve in teares vve shall reape in ioy Let my spring be vvett so that I may haue a plentifull Autume I care not Vir dolorum can best tune his voice to dolours If god vvill haue it so His vvill be done He did so vvith his ovvne We cannot imagine our condition free God giude vs through all by his sauing grace To vvhich I shall euer recommend you and rest Your more then much affectionate W. LOE 1. O god my soule lift vp stretch mine hart in tvvaine That it may feele faile die For life is in this paine 2. My poore hart is so full fraught vvith thought of thee That it s nighe rent to see thy loue So much so maine for me 3. O take thy crosse and nailes And straine my hart at length That thy deare loue may not be pent But shevve my soule thy strength 4. And novve my thoughts are free Thy loue to vevve in sight My hart doth pant for that noe more It feeles here of thy might 5. O fill my hart once more And stretch straine it still That I may lothe loue no more My sinne that brought this ill 6. But I vvant space in hart And grace in all my life To end my smart in sight of this And sinnes that are so rife 7. But since my hart o god Holds not a sight of thee O doe thou lord hold fast my hart And shevve thy loue to me The first Dumpe ON THE FIRST WORD Father forgiue them for they knovve not vvhat they doe Luck 23. verse 34. 1. WHat