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-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-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
Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song 2. Man's Life 's a Book of History The Leaves thereof are Days The Letters Mercies closely Joyn'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My keeper and my Guide His care was on my Frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd 3. Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More Fleet and Free than they New time new Favours and new Joys Do a new Song require Till I shall praise Thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire 4. Lord of my Time whose Hand hath Set New Time upon my Score Then shall I praise for all my Time When Time shall be no more XII A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ. 1. AWay dark thoughts Awake my Joy Awake my Glory Sing Sing Songs to Celebrate the Birth Of Jacobs God and King O happy Night that brought forth Light Which makes the Blind to see The day-Spring from on High came down To Chear and Visit Thee 2. The wakeful Shepherds near their Flocks Were watching for the Morn But better News from Heav'n was brought Your Saviour Christ is Born In Bethlem-Town the Infant Lies Within a place obscure O Little Bethlem poor in VValls But Rich in Furniture 3. Since Heaven is now come down to Earth Hither the Angels Fly Heark how the Heavenly Quire doth Sing Glory to God 〈◊〉 High The News is spread the Church is glad Simeon o'recome with Joy Sings with the Infant in his Arms Now let thy Servant die 4. Wise Men from far beheld the Star Which was their faithful Guide Until it pointed forth the Babe And him they glorified Do Heaven and Earth Rejoyce and Sing Shall we our Christ deny He 's Born for us and we for Him Glory to God on High XIII A Song of Praise for Christ 1. I 'VE found the Pearl of greatest price My Heart doth Sing for Joy Sing I must a Christ I have what a Christ have I Christ is the Way the Truth and Life The Way to God and Glory Life to the Dead the Truth of Types The Truth of Ancient Story 2. Christ is a Prophet Priest and King A Prophet full of Light A Priest that stands 'twixt God and Man A King that Rules with Might Christ's Manhood is a Temple where The Altar God doth Rest My Christ he is the Sacrifice My Christ He is the Priest 3. My Christ He is the Lord of Lords He is the King of Kings He is the Son of Righteousness With Healing in his Wings My Christ He is the Tree of Life Which in God's Garden grows Whose Fruits do Feed whose Leaves do Heal My Christ is Sharons Rose 4. Christ is my Meat Christ is my Drink My Physick and my Health My Peace my Strength my Joy my Crown My Glory and my Wealth Christ is my Father and my Friend My Brother and my Love My Head my Hope my Counsell◠My Advocate above 5. My Christ he is the Heaven of Heaven My Christ what shall I call My Christ is first my Christ is last My Christ is All in All. XIV A Song of Praise for Redemption 1. O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly Sing The Wonders of Redeeming Love To Thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did Pale and Speechless Lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry 2. Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us joyn with Angels then Glory to God on High Peace upon Earth Good Will to Men Amen Amen say I. 3. 〈◊〉 Adam's Race was Sathans prey 〈◊〉 And Dust the Serpent's Food 〈◊〉 that were doom'd to be devour'd 〈◊〉 naked and Trembling stood A VVise Eternal Pity then Did helpless Man befriend Our Help did in God's Bosom Lie And thence it did descend 4. Love Cloathed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and Rescu'd Man The Devil lost his prey The spiteful Serpent bruis'd Christ's Heel But then Christ brake his Head And left Him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed 5. Sing and triumph in boundless Grace VVhich thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my saved Soul Thy Saviours Love to thee Give Endless Thanks to God and say VVhat Love was this in thee That thou hast not with held thy Son Thine only Son from Me 6. VVhat were Ten Thousand Worlds to him Thine Image and Delight Had we been all cast down to Hell Justice had had its Right Thy Glory might have been distrain'd Our Torments should Express Thy Pureness Justice Might and Truth And Everlastingness 7. Thus Lord thy dreadful Attributes Man might have serv'd to prove Thy Glorious Angels would have Sung The Riches of thy Love Would'st thou have active Worshippers Besides the Angels Quire Millions had Issu'd at thy Word As Sparks arise from Fire 8. Mans Room had quickly been Supply'd For Lord at thy Command A New Creation should appear Thy Grace could make them stand Or would'st thou shew thy pity Lord Thou might'st have looked then On Fallen Angels Fallen Stars And not on Fallen Men. 9. But fallen Angels must be left And Fallen Men must rise For this the Son of God must Fall A Bloody Sacrifice Thy Deep and Glorious Councels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for evermore XV. A Song of Praise for the Gospel 1. BLest be my God that I was Born To hear the Joyful Sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And Bred on Holy Ground That I was Bred where God appears In Tokens of his Grace The Lines are Fallen unto me In a most pleasant place 2. I might have been a Pagan Bred Or else a Veiled Jew Or Cheated with an Alcoran Among the Turkish Crew Dumb Pictures might have been my Books Dark Language my Devotion And so I might with blinded Eyes Have drunk a deadly Potion 3. So in a Dungeon dark as Night I might have Spent my days But thou hast sent me Gospel-Light To thine Eternal praise The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their Shades away His Healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to Day 4. England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest Day 5. Blest be my God for what I see My God for what I hear I hear such blessed News from Heaven Nor Earth nor Hell I fear I hear my Lord for me was born My Lord for Me did dye My Lord for Me did Rise again And did ascend on High 6. On High he stands to plead my Cause And will return again And set Me on a Glorious
Spiritual Songs OR Songs of Praise TO Almighty God Upon several Occasions Together with The SONG of SONGS Which is SOLOMON's First Turn'd then Paraphrased in English Verse To which may be added Penitential Cries The Sixth Edition Corrected With an Addition of a Sacred Poem on Dives and Lazarus LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns at the lower end of Cheap-side near Mercers Chappel 1699. THE PREFACE OUR Blessed Saviour immediately before he went out to Suffer Sung an Hymn and his Disciples Sung with Him aâ—e to his Ascension into Heaven the Apostles Sâ—ng the Praises of God and Taught others to 〈◊〉 so After them Primitive Christians Sum and so must the Christians of this time 〈…〉 should hold their Peace the Stones would immediately Cry out Should we be Siâ—â—nt even the Heathens might shame us One 〈◊〉 said formerly to his Friends If I was 〈◊〉 Nightingale I would Sing like a Nightingale But now I am a Man I will Sing the Praises of God as long as I Liâ—e I would have you to Sing with 〈◊〉 Sing we then heartily to our good God as it 〈◊〉 becometh us so dear to us should the Concernment of God's Honour be that should Solemnly own his Goodnesâ— Power at Wisdom even in those Works of His where we have no special Interest For this we haâ— the Example of Holy David â—nd â—thers Bâ—â— if we have not attained to so divine a Franâ—â—et we should at least praise God for our oâ— Mercies which are scarce Mercies scarce 〈◊〉 if they be not Thankfully acknowledge to Him that gave Them some of which 〈◊〉 taken Notice of in the First Part of the Bâ—â— But who can express the Noble Acts of 〈◊〉 Lord or shew forth all his Praises Solomonâ— Song is an Heavenly 〈◊〉 course betwixt Christ and his Church and how he loves Herâ— How he extols Hâ—â— Hâ—â— he 〈◊〉 Her 〈◊〉 be rejoyce 〈…〉 Her It is a thing which cannot be duly thoâ—g 〈◊〉 upon without an Holy Astonishment as is 〈◊〉 Majestyâ— so is his Mercy so is his Love 〈◊〉 Joy Hence it is that the day of his Espouâ—â—ls 〈◊〉 dâ—y that 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 with infinite Happiness it 's styled the day 〈…〉 Gladâ—â—ss of his Heart Ch. 5. 〈◊〉 In the Version I Look'd at the Words In the Paraphrase at the Spiritual Sense In the whole at the Edification of those that Love our Lord Jesus Christ in Sincerity Worthy is the Lamb that was Slain to receive Power and Riches and Wisdom and Strength and Honour and Glory and Blessing Let Heaven and Earth praise him let Saints and Angels praise Him Let God's Holy Church throughout all the World praise Him Let all the Tongues and Tribes of the Earth praise Him Let Time praise Him Let Eternity praise Him Let our Lips and our Lives praise Him Let our Souls praise Him And O may they be a Praise to the Riches of his Grace for ever THE Contents of the First Part. I. A General Song of Praise to Almighty God II. Another III. A Song of Praise for Creation IV. A Song of Praise for Preservation V. A Song of Praise for Provision VI. A Song of Praise for Protection VII A Song of Praise for Health VIII A Song of Praise for Family-prosperity IX A Song of Praise for good Success in Honest Affairs X. A Song of Praise for the Morning XI A Song of Praise for the Evening XII A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ XIII A Song of Praise for Christ XIV A Song of Praise for Redemption XV. A Song of Praise for the Gospel XVI A Song of Praise for a Gospel-Ministry XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's Day XX. Another XXI A Song of Praise for the Patience of God XXII A Song of Praise for the Pardon of Sin XXIII A Song of Praise for peace of Conscience XXIV A Song of Praise for Joy in the H. Ghost XXV A Song of Praise for Grace XXVI A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from spiritual Troubles XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent danger of Death XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory XXXI A Song of Praise Collected out of the Book of Psalms XXXII Another XXXIII A Song of Praise collected from the Doxologies in the Revelation of St. John BOOKS printed for Tho. Parkhurst A Body of Practical Divinity consisting of one Hundred Seventy Six Sermons on the lesser Carechism of the Assembly of Divines at Westminster with a Supplement of some Sermâ—ns on several Texts of Scripture by Thoâ— Watson formerly Minister of St. Stephens Walbrook Recommended by several Eminent Divines to Masters of Families and others Sacramental Hymns collected chiefly from such Passages of the New Testament as contain the most suâ—table matter of Divine Praiseâ— in the Celebration of the Lords Supper tâ— which is added one Hymn relating to Baptism and another to the Ministry By Jos Boysâ— Minister of the Gospel Penitential Cries in Thirty two Hymns by John Mason M. A. and Author of the Songs oâ— Praise Six hundred Select Hymns and Spirituaâ— Songs collected out of the Bible together with a Catechism the Canticles and a Catalogue of Virtuous Women by W. Bartam A. M. The Psalms of David in Metre newly translated and diligently compared with the original Text and former Translations more plain smooth agreeable to the Text than any heretofore Recommended by Tho. Manton J. Owen VVilliam Jenkyn Tho. Watson Tho. Lye Matth. Pool Matthew Meâ—d Tho. Doolittle Tho. Vincent Nath. Vincent VVill. Carslake Rich. Mayâ— and divers other Eminent Divines Songs of Praise to Almighty God upon several Occasions I. A General Song of Praise to Almighty God 1. HOW shall I Sing that Majesty Which Angels do admire Let Dust in Dust and Silence lie Sing Sing ye Heavenly Quire Thousands of Thousands stand Around Thy Throne O God most High Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy Praise but who am I 2. Thy Brightness unto them appears Whilst I thy Footsteps trace A Sound of God comes to my Ears But they behold thy Face They Sing because thou art their Sun Lord send a Beam on me â—or where Heaven is but once begun There Hallelujahs be 3. Enlighten with Faiths Light my Heart Enflame it with Loves Fire Then shall I Sing and bear a part With that Celestial Quire I shall I fear be dark and cold With all my Fire and Light Yet when thou dost accept their Gold Lord Treasure up my Mite 4. How great a Being Lord is thine Which doth all Beings keep Thy Knowledge is the only Line To found so vast a Deep Thou art a Sea without a Shore A Sun without a Sphere Thy Time is now and evermore Thy place is every where 5. How good art thou whose Goodness is
Our Parent Nurse and Guide Whose Streams do water Paradise And all the Earth beside Thine Upper and Thine Nether Springs Make both thy Worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltering Wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive 6. Thy Arm of Might most mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts doth break My God thou canst do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou canst not Cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth Thee That canst thou do and more 7. Who would not fear thy Searching Eye Witness to all that 's true Dark Hell and deep Hypocrisie Lie plain before its View Motions and Thoughts before they grow Thy Knowledge doth Espy What unborn Ages are to do Is done before thine Eye 8. Thy Wisdom which both makes and mends We ever much Admire Creation all our Wit Transcends Redemption rises Higher Thy Wisdom guides stray'd Sinners home 'T will make the dead World rise And bring those Prisoners to their Doom Its Paths are Mysteries 9. Great is thy Truth and shall prevail To Unbelievers shame Thy Truth and Years do never sail Thou ever art the same Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God doth not his Israel Save Then let Egyptians mock 10. Most pure and Holy are thine Eyes Most Holy is thy Name Thy Saints and Laws and Penalties Thy Holyness proclaim This is the Devils scourge and sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In Heavenly Canaan's Tongue 11. Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are drown'd in thy Red Sea Mercy is God's Memorial And in all Ages prais'd My God thine only Son did fall That Mercy might be Rais'd 12. Thy bright Back parts O God of Grace I Humbly here Adore Shew me thy Glory and thy Face That I may praise Thee more Since none can see thy Face and live For me to die is best Through Jordan's streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan's Rest Another 1. WHat shall I Render to my God For all his Gifts to Me Sing Heav'n and Earth rejoyce and praise His Glorious Majesty Bright Cherubims sweet Seraphims Praise Him with all your might Praise praise Him all ye Hosts of Heav'n Praise him ye Saints in Light 2. Ye blessed Patriachs praise the Lord For his First-fruits are ye Bless'd Prophets who dreamt here of God Praise Him whom now you see Offer to God ye glorious Priests Your Sacrifice of Praise Sweet Psalmists now your Hearts are Fixt Your tuneful Voices raise 3. Yet twelve Apostles of the Lamb Who here proclaim'd your King And Fill'd this World with holy Sounds Loud Hallelujahs Sing Triumphant Martyrs ye did Fight And Fighting ye did fall And falling ye took up a Crown Crown Him who Crown'd you all 4. Praise praise Him all ye saved Ones From whom Salvation came Praise Him that Sits upon the Throne And Praise the Glorious Lamb. Praise praise him all ye Saints below Praise him both East and West Praise him all ye Baptized Lands Praise whom you have Profess'd 5. O Praise Him all ye Crowned Heads That own the Christian Name Praise Him who is the King of Kings Raise and Enlarge his Fame Praise Him all Christian Magistrates Gain Credit to his Ways Praise Him ye Ministers of God Teach Others Him to Praise 6. Praise Him our Famous Christian Isle Praise him with one accord Let every Tongue let every Tribe Be taught to Praise the Lord Praise Him my Friends and Kindred all O Praise Him all your Days My Mind and Heart my Lip and Life Joyn to advance his Praise 7. O Let me praise thee whilst I live And praise thee when I dye And praise thee when I rise again And to Eternity Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost The Father sent his Son The Son sends forth the Holy Ghost For Mens Salvation 8. Mysterious depths of Endless Love Our Admirations raise My God thy Name exalted is Far above all our Praise III. A Song of Praise for Creation 1. THou wast O God and thou wast Blest Before the World begun Of thine Eternity possest Before Time's Glass did Run Thou needest none thy Praise to Sing As if thy Joy could Fade Could'st thou have needed any thing Thou could'st have nothing made 2. Great and Good God it pleased Thee Thy God-head to declare And what thy Goodness did decree Thy Greatness did prepare Thou spak'st and Heaven and Earth Appear'd And Answer'd to thy Call As if their Makers Voice they heard Which is the Creatures ALL. 3. Thou spak'st the Word most mighty Lord Thy Word went forth with Speed Thy Will O Lord it was thy Word Thy Word it was thy Deed Thou brought'st forth Adam from the Ground And Eve out of his Side Thy Blessings made the Earth abound With these Two multiply'd 4. Those three great Leaves Heav'n Sea Land Thy Name in Figures shew Bruites feel the Bounty of thy Hand But I my Maker know Should not I here thy Servant be VVhose Creatures serve me here My Lord whom should I fear but Thee VVho am thy Creatures Fear 5. To whom Lord should I Sing but thee The Maker of my Tongue Lo other Lords would Seize on Me But I to thee belong As Waters haste unto their Sea And Earth unto its Earth So let my Soul return to Thee From whom it had its Birth 6. But ah I 'am fallen in the Night And cannot come to thee Yet speak the Word Let there be Light It shall Enlighten me And let thy Word most Mighty Lord Thy Fallen Creature raise O make me o're again and I Shall Sing my Makers praise IV. A Song of Praise for Preservation 1. THou Lord who raised'st Heaven and Earth Dost make thy Building stand The Weight whereof doth wholly Rest On thine Almighty Hand Should'st thou withdraw thy Hand of might The Earth would quit its place The shining Heaven would vanish streight Into meer empty Space 2. For as that Liquors Scent remains Which first the Cask did Fill So Feeble Creatures hold the Scent Of their first nothing still Lord what is Man that Child of Pride That boasts his High degree If one poor moment he be Left He Sinks and where is He 3. In Thee I Live and Move and am Thou deal'st me out my days As thou renew'st my Being Lord Let me renew thy Praise From thee I am through thee I am And for thee I must be 'T is better for me not to live Than not to live to thee 4. My God thou art my glorious Sun By whose bright Beams I shine As thou Lord ever art with Me Let me be ever thine Thou art my living Fountain Lord Whose streams on me do flow My self I render unto thee To whom my self I owe. 5. As thou Lord an Immortal Soul Has t Breathed into me So let my Soul be Breathing forth Immortal Thanks to Thee V. A Song of Praise for Provision 1. COme let us praise our
Masters Hand Which gives us daily Bread Thy House my Lord is full of Guests Thy Table Richly Spread Earth is thy Table where thy Guests Do daily Sit and Feed Thy Hand Carves every one his part And suffers None to need 2. Naked came I into the World And nothing with me brought And nothing have I here deserv'd Yet have I lacked Nought I do not Bless my Labouring Hand My Labouring Head or Chance Thy Providence most Gracious God Is mine Inheritance 3. Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace A Table free from Strife Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread Which is the Staff of Life The People Sate in Companies My Saviour Fed them all So all the Families of the Earth Have Tables in Gods Hall 4. The Vine and Olive Branches too Are nourished by thy Care Mercies we Eat Mercies we Drink Mercies we daily wear Shall I repine against my God That kept me all my days Then let my Tongue forget to taste When it forgets to praise VI. A Song of Praise for Protection 1. MY God my only Help and Hope My strong and sure Defence For all my Safety and my Peace I bless thy Providence The daily Favours of my God I cannot Sing at large Yet let me make this Holy Boast I am the Almighties Charge 2. Lord in the day thou art about The Paths wherein I tread And in the Night when I lye down Thou art about my Bed I travel thro' the Wilderness Free from the Beasts of prey The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stop'd The Serpents creep away 3. In Preservation God Creates Delivers in Protection Lord every Moment of my Life Is like a Resurrection ◠thousand Deaths I daily ' scape I pass by many a Pit I Sail by many dreadful Rocks Where others have been split 4. I see blind People with mine Eyes To Hospitals I walk ◠hear of them that cannot hear And of the Dumb I talk Lord what am I that thou should'st shew Such Favour unto me My Bones and Senses all must say Lord who is like to thee VII A Song of Praise for Health 1. HEalth is a Jewel dropt from Heav'n Which Money cannot buy The Life of Life the Bodies Peace And pleasant Harmony Lord who hath Tun'd my outward Man To such a lively Frame Skrew up my Heart-strings all to make Sweet Melody to thy Name 2. Whilst Others in God's Prisons lie Bound with Afflictions Chains I walk at large secure and free From Sickness and from Pains Their Life is Death their Language groans Their Meat is Juice of Galls Their Friends but strangers wealth but want Their Houses Prison-walls 3. Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies And shall I silent be Lord was I sick as I am well Thou should'st have heard from me The Sick have not more cause to pray Than I to praise my King Since Nature teaches them to groan Let Grace teach me to sing 4. I see my Friends I taste my Meat I 'm free from my Employ But when I do enjoy my God Then I my self enjoy Lord who dost set me on my Feet Direct me in thy ways O Crown thy Gift of Health with Grace And turn it to thy Praise VIII A Song of Praise for Family-Prosperity 1. THy Blessing Lord doth multiply One Jacob to two Bands One Person to a Family Which through thy Blessing stands On all my Flock both great and small Thy Sun doth Sweetly Shine Thy fruitful drops do gently fall On every Branch of mine 2. Thy Blessing made the Loaves to grow And Multitudes were Fed. My House is Fill'd and Feasted too It is an House of Bread How can I hear my Children Sing And not Sing unto thee Since they glad News from Heav'n do bring My God must hear from me 3. Mine Olive Branches and my Vine Thrive by my Tables Side Whilst others wither and decline Who in Deaths Shade abide With Cov'nant Blood my Posts are Red 'T is on my Lintle found 〈◊〉 Lo the Line of Scarlet Thread Is on my Window bound 4. 'T is not my God my self alone But mine to Thee I owe Thou mad'st me many out of one So let thy Praises grow Whatever Lord is done to thine Thou count'st it done to thee And whatsoever's done to mine I Count it done to Me. 5. Let me be ever good to thine Who art so good to me Let thine be mine and mine be thine And they twice mine shall be Then shall my House a Temple be Then I and mine shall Sing Hosanna's to thy Majesty And praise our Heavenly King IX A Song of Praise for good Success in honest Affairs 1. IS not the Hand of God in this Is not this End divine Lord of Success Thee will I bless Who on my Paths do'st shine I Reap the Fruit of God's Design By Him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been 2. I Blindly guess'd but he foreknew I wish'd he did Command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his Unerring Hand The Bow is draw by feeble Arms Aim taken in the Dark A Providential Hand doth Guide The Arrow to the Mark. 3. Except the Lord the City keep The Watchmen will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder Builds in Vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And labouring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame 4. But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good Success to day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper Me To bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeavouring Heart Which Aimeth at thy Praise X. A Song of Praise for the Morning 1. MY God was with me all this Night And gave Me sweet Respose My God did watch even whilst I slept O◠I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for Sleep Until they wish'd for day Meas'ring slow Hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay 2. Whilst I did sleep all dangers slept No Thieves did me affright Those Evening Wolves Those Beasts of prey Disturbers of the Night No Raging Flames nor Storms did Rend The House that I was in I heard no dreadful Cries without No doleful Groans within 3. What Terrours have I ' Scap'd this Night Which have on Others Fell My Body might have slept its last My Soul have wak'd in Hell Sweet Rest had gain'd that Strength to Me Which Labour did Devour My Body was in weakness Sown But it is Rais'd in power 4. Lord for the Mercies of the Night My humble Thanks I pay And unto Thee I dedicate The first Fruits of the day Let this day praise Thee O my God And so let all my days And O let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal praise XI A Song of Praise for the Evening 1. NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let Incense Flames arise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love Awake my Joy Awake my
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
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-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
My Bowels yearn'd when thou didst Cry My Love did me constrain To haste apace and shew my Face To thy griev'd Soul again 13. Return Return my dearest Church Return Return to me The Heav'nly Quire and I desire Thy Blessed Face to see My Heav'nly Host if ye would know My Churches State and Case She is another Host below And of an awful Grace The VERSION CHAP. VII Christ 1. O Daughters of a Prince how Fair Are both thy Shooes and Feet Thy Joynts and Thighs like Jewels are Wrought by an hand discreet 2. Thy Navel as a Cup compleat With Liquor doth abound Thy Belly 's like an Heap of Wheat Which Lillies do surround 3. Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes Well Shap'd and well agreed Both which are Loving Twins and those Among the Lillies Feed 4. Thy Neck like I vory is most Fair And like a Tower most straight Thine Eyes like beshbon pools which are Hard by Bath-Rabim Gate Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower The Tower which doth Command Damascus-Town the Chiefest Flower Of all the Syrian Land 5. Thine Head on thee like Carmel is Thine Hair like Purple stain'd The Galleries so take his Eyes The King is there detain'd 6. How Fair art thou how pleasant art My Love unto my sight So sweetly Grac'd in every part Thou art my whole delight 7. 〈◊〉 Vnto a Palm-Tree I compare Thy Stature straight and fine Thy Breasts appear both full and fair Like Clusters of the Vine 8. 〈◊〉 I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb I 'll search her Branches well Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew Thy Nose like Apples swell 9. 〈◊〉 Thy Palate's like the choicest Wine Which for my Friend I keep Which sweetly Flows and causeth those To Speak that are asleep The Church 10. I am my Well-beloved's own And He is wholly mine The Stream of his Affection Doth towards me incline 11. Come my Beloved let us go Into the Fields abroad And in the Villages below Let 's take up our Abode 12. Let 's go up early in the Morn And to the Vineyards go To see what Fruits the Trees adorn Whether the Vine doth grow Whether the tender Grapes appear And the Pomegranates thrive The Hopes of the Ensuing Year There thee my Loves I 'll give 13. The Mandrakes smell and at our Door All pleasant Fruits there be Both New and Old which are my Store Laid up my Love for Thee The Paraphrase CHAP. VII Christ. 1. O Daughter of the Mighty God How comely are thy Feet VVith Gospel-preparation Shod Thy carriage how discreet 2. Thou art both Fair and Fruitful too Great Numbers thou dost Breed VVhich with good Meals the VVord and Seals Thou liberally dost feed 3. The two Breasts of thy Testaments Most friendly do accord VVhich Nourishment and sweet content To New-born Babes afford The cries of a distressed Soul These Breasts of comfort still These Breasts make glad whom sin makes sad These Breasts the Hungry â—ill 4. Thy Faith is thy strong Fort and Tower Thine Vnderstanding clear Thy Judging and Discerning Power Informs when Danger 's near Thy Christ thy Head of Eminence All Others doth exceed Thy Christ thy Head of Influence Thy Grace doth keep and feed VVhen thine Assemblies Exercise Their Graces freely given The King walks in those Galleries As in another Heaven 6. My Church who art most New most Fair How Dear art thou and Sweet In whom all Sweets compacted are In whom all Graces meet 7. Vnder thy weight thou flourishest As the stout Palm-Tree doth My Church the more thou art deprest The greater is thy growth The Breasts of thy two Testaments Like Clusters of the Vines Are full of Juice which for thy use Tield store of Heav'nly Wine 8. When I perceiv'd thy Soul to thrive Like to a Fruitful Tree Then I drew near that I might chear And joy my self in thee Nor did I empty-handed come But added to thy Store God's Word came then more near and home Thy Graces scented more 9. Thy Speech is like the choichest VVine So lovely and so strong It makes the Sinners Heart divine And sanctifies his Tongue The Church 10. My dearest Lords Affection I cannot but admire I am my welbeloved's own I am his Hearts desire 11. I gladly with my Lord could talk And spend both Night and Day Come Lord let us together walk Let us together stay 12. Come let 's go see what Fruits and Flowers Adorn thy Garden place Under the Sun shine and the showers Of days and means of Grace Could I but see thy Children Spring And in an happy frame O how should I rejoyce and sing And love thee for the same 13. Thy Saints their Services present Which of Sweet Savour be Saints New and Old within my Tent Are kept from Heav'n and thee The VERSION CHAP. VIII The Church 1. I Would to God thou wert as near To me as is my Brother That Fill'd the Lap and Suck'd the Pap Of my most tender Mother When I without should light on thee Then I thy Lips would Kiss Yea I should not despised be Nor disesteem'd for this 3. I 'd bring thee to my Mothers Tent Who would instruct me there Pomegranate-Wine of pleasant scent Should be thy Royal Fare 4. His Left Hand underneath my Head Should lovingly be plac'd His Right Hand or'e me should be spread Thus should I be Embrac'd 4. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem 'T is You I charge and bind Not once to move or wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 5. Out of the Desart doth Ascend A comely Sight to see One Leaning on her dearest Friend O what a One is She The Church Under the shady Apple-Tree Thee did I Raise and Rear Thy Mother Travell'd there with Thee Thy Native Place was there 6. O Seal thine Image on thy Heart O'Seal it on thy Arm For Love like Death doth cast its Dart And Jealousie is warm 'T is like the Grave whose keen desire Nothing can satisfie The Coals thereof are Coals of Fire That flame most vehemently 7. Waters can't quench loves flame nor floods Can Loves height overflow If one for Love would give his Goods The Price would be too low The Jewish Church 8. No Breasts on our small Sister grow Nor is She yet Admir'd What shall we for our Sister do When she shall be desir'd Christ 9. We 'll build on her a Silver Court If she a VVall shall be Or if a Door Her we 'll Support VVith Boards of Cedar-tree The Jewish Church 10. I am a Wall both strong and tall My Breasts like Towers are round I then his Sight did much delight As one that Favour Found Christ 11. At Baal-Hammon King Solomon A Vineyard did possess Keepers he sent to the Intent They might his Vineyard dress And thus with them he did agree That for the Fruit it gave A thousand silver Pieces he Of each of them should have 12. My Vineyard which belongs to Me I know not
a Beam Divine The gazing Jews were struck who plainly saw That whence he had his Light he had his Law Those Sections which the Sacred Code begin Were by an Age of wonders Usher'd in The Prophets superstructure firmly stands On two hewn Stones laid by th' Almighties Hands They count the footsteps of their coming Lord They view the Mercy-seat with one accord One tells his Name another tells his place Another writes the Beauties of his Face Thus is he Glanc'd at by their piercing Eyes The last of them his Harbinger espies And O the Brisk the Charming Airs that Spring From the consent of each Harmonious string He 's overwise who dreads Fictitious â—ines From Hands unbrib'd and Hearts without designs They wrote beyond themselves which serves to prove Their hearts hands were guided from above The Worlds just Age and what was done of old Are in this Sacred Register inroll'd Here may be seen the pristin state of Man And that Niles Head the Source where ills began Here may be seen what makes a second Spring Here is the â—est account of every thing The Wonders witness'd now by mortal Eyes Are but the products of its Prophecies The Scriptures rule the World Till this shall burn All Ages on that Axle-Tree shall turn This Heaven-inspired Volume doth avow What reason may embrace or must allow When God describes himself 't is such an height As far surmounts quick fancies highest Flight 'T is Reason Reason should be puzzled here Man should be God if he knew what he were To these vast heights thus sober Reason saith I see the Seals And yields the Chair to Faith Now the Almighties Word shall Vermin slight When Heaven and Earth bear witness to its Might Vast Numbers from his Word at first did flow And must his Word pass for a Cypher now Nay his Commands at first Creations were And now his Word Commands and give an Ear It is a Sun that gives both Light and Eyes A Voice that bids and makes the dead arise It makes Clouds Stars And sends them to the Sky And turneth Heaven â—nto a Colony Unbelief is not Reason but a Lust God's Hand and Sword gives it its mortal thrust â—he Law of the Two Tables will prevail When other self-invented means shall fail Whilst other Archers Level in the Dark The Arrows from Gods Quiver hit the Mark What Voices or what Visions would you have Gods Voice or nothing will your Brethren save New Methods of Salvation to contrive Is fruitless Labour Let 'em hear and Live But if they won't their Mittimus is Seal'd A stubborn Patient never can be heal'd If Preachers rais'd by God they will disdain Preachers rais'd from the Grave should preach in vain FINIS Books lately Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns in Cheapside THE Confirming Work of Religion and its great things made plain by their primary evidences and demonstrations whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a rational account of their Faith A Family-Altar erected to the honour of the Eternal God Or a solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses being some Meditations on Gen. 35. 2 3. With the best Entail or dying Parents Living Hopes for their Surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse on 2 Sam. 23. 5. by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel The Gospel-Mystery of Sanctification open'd in sundry practical Directions suited especially to the Case of those who labour under the guilt and power of Indwelling Sin To which is added a Sermon of Justification by Walter Marshal Minister of the Gospel c. Death improved and immoderate sorrow for deceased Friends and Relations reproved Where in you have many arguments against Immoderate sorrow and many profitable Lessons which we may learn from such Providences by Edw. Bury formerly Minister of great Bolas in Shropshire Author of the Help to Holy Walking and the Husbandmans Companion c. The Poor Mans help and Young Mans guide containing 1. Doctrinal instructions for the right informing of his Judgment 2. Practical directions for the general course of his Life 3. Particular advices for the well managing of every day with reference to his Natural Actions Civil Employments Necessary Recreations Religious Duties particularly Prayer Publick in the Congregation Private in the Family Secret in the Closet Reading the Holy Scriptures Hearing the Word Preached and Receiving the Lords Supper by William Buâ—kitt M. A. of Pembrook-hall in Cambridge and now Vicar of Dedham in Essex and Author of the Practical Discourse of Infant Baptism The Rod or the Sword the present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland considered argued and improved on Ezek. 21. 14 by a true friend to the Protestant Interest and the Present Government A Present for such as have been Sick and are Recovered or a Discourse concerning the Good that comes out of the Evil of Affliction being several Sermons Preached after his being raised from a Bed of Languishing by Nathaniel Vincent M. A. and Author of the Conversion of the Soul The true Touchstone of Grace and Nature Discourse of Conscience Treatise of Prayer and Love c. Some passages in the Holy Life and Death of the Late Reverend Mr. Edmund Trench most of them drawn out of his own Diary Published by Joseph Boyse Minister in Dublin An account of the blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit co-incident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its Mystical Federal and Practical Uses in the Christian Religion by William Borrough Rector of Cheyns in Bucks A Discourse of Justification being the sum of twenty Sermons by Walter Cross M. A. Forty Nine Sermons on the whole Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the Colossians by Monsieur Duille Minister of the Reformed Church in Paris Folio Sermons and Discourses on several Divine Subjects by the Late Reverend and Learned David Clarkson B. D. and sometime Fellow of Clare-Hall Cambridge Folio The Support of the Faithful in Times of Persecution or a Sermon Preach'd in the Wilderness to the Poor Protestants in France by M. Brousson an Eminent Minister who was broke upon the VVheel at Montpelier Novem. 6. 1698. Quarto The Fountain of Life opened or a Display of Christ in his Essential and Mediatoral Glory containing forty two Sermons on various Texts VVherein the Impetration of our Redemption by Jesus Christ is orderly unfolded as it was begun carried on and finished by his Covenant Transaction Mysterious Incarnation solemn Call and Dedication blessed Offices deep Abasement and Supereminent Advancement A Treatise of the Soul of Man wherein the Divine Original excellent and immortal Nature of the Soul are opened its Love and Inclination to the Body with the Necessity of its Separation from it considered and improved The Existence Operations and States of separated Souls both in Heaven and Hell immediately after Death asserted discussed and variously applied Divers knotty and difficult Questions about departed Souls both Philosophical and Theological stated and determined Hymns suited to the Sacrament by Tho. Vincent c. The Method of Grace in bringing home the Eternal Redemption contrived by the Father and accomplished by the Son thro' the Effectual Application of the Spirit unto God's Elect being the second Part of Gospel Redemption The Divine Conduct or Mystery of Providence its Being and Efficacy asserted and vindicated all the Methods of Providence in our course of life opened with directions how to apply and improve them Navigation spiritualiz'd or a New Compass for Seamen consisting of thirty two points of pleasant Observations profitable Applications serious Reflections all concluded with so many spiritual Poems c. A Saint indeed the great Work of a Christian A Touchstone of sincerity or signs of Grace and symptoms of Hypocrisie being the second part of the Saints indeed A Token for Mourners or Boundaries for sorrow for the Death of Friends Husbandry â—piritualiz'd or the Heavenly use of Earthly Things all these ten by Mr. John Flavell A Funeral Sermon on the Death of that Pious Gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hammond late Wife of the reverend Mr. George Hammond Minister of the Gospel in London Of Thoughtfulness for the Morrow with an Appendix concerning the immoderate desire of foreknowing Things to come Of Charity in reference to other Mens sins The Redeemers Tears wept over lost souls in a treathe on Luke 19. 41 42. With an appendix wherein some what is occasionally discoursed concerning the sin aganist the Holy Ghost and how God is said to Will the salvation of them that perish A sermon directing what we are to do after a strict Enquiry whether or no we truly love God A funeral sermon for Mrs. Esther Sampson late Wife of Mr. Henry Sampson Doctor of Physick who died Novem. 24. 1689. The Carnality of religious Contention In two sermons preach'd at the Merchants Lecture in Broadâ— street A calm and sober Enquiry concerning the possibility of a Trinity in the Godhead A Letter to a Friend concerning a Postscript to the Defence of Dr. Sherlock's Notion of the Trinity in Unity relating to the calm and sober Enquiry upon the same Subject A View of that part of the late Consideration Addrest to H. H. about the Trinity which concerns the sober Enquiry on that subject FINIS * The Eng. of Lazurâ—s