I am here thy Servant Lord One born within thy House Son of thy Handmaid Son of Prayer A Son of Tears and Vows Psalm 22.9 and 71.6 Thou took'st me from my Mothers Womb When my first Breath I drew Where I was curiously wrought All Praise to Thee is due Psalm 22.9 10. My Parents then devoting me Upon Thee I was cast And from my Mothers Belly Thou My God in Cov'nant wast And while a feeble Infant I Hung on my Mothers Breast Thou mad'st me hope for there I had This ground of Hope and Rest That being in thy Family Thy Charge I there became Thou wast my Father and my God I bore on me thy Name Psalm 71.5 Then in pursuance of thy Word Thy Covenant of Truth Thou gav'st me Grace and wast the Guide And Hope of my Raw Youth Psalm 22.10 By all Engagements and by Vows Renewed I am thine And thou art from that Time to this By the same Title mine Psalm 71.9 And now when Age and Troubles come Lord for thy former Love Leave me not here distrest below Till lodged safe above Lose not an ancient Servant Lord Whose Work is almost done Who took'st me first into thy House Before my Work begun Psalm 71.18 Leave me not Lord till I have taught These Babes to know thy Will That as I 've prais'd my Fathers God My Seed may own Thee still An Ode AH Me What a Wretch should I be Should I suffer what I see That my Sins do require There is none of them so small That for Vengeance doth not call And for bitterness and gall Loss of Body Soul and all In the Pit of wo and thrall 'T is no less than endless Fire That in Justice is their hire 2. Sin Sin With my Life did begin And I have liv'd therein All my Days heretofore Sins of Head Heart Hands and Tongue Through my Life all along Like a thred have they run Binding me to be undone So many and great they 're grown That if Justice Scan the score I must perish evermore 3. Poor I Whether now shall I fly To be set Liberty From this depth of Misery 'T is not Sea 't is not Shore 'T is not all the Indian Ore 'T is not Rome with all her Store That hath Salve to Cure my Sore Only One can me restore To that Altar I will siy There I 'll Live there I 'll Dye 4. Save Save Mercy Lord do I crave Other refuge none I have But thy Mercy to implore Look upon me through the Side That the Spear made so wide Look on me through Him that dyâ—d And for Sin was crucify'd Grant his wounds my Sins may hide And his Blood may cross my score And I ask but one thing more 5. Grace Grace In my Heart do thou place That I may run the Race Which thy Laws do require Give me Lord I humbly sue Grace to know Grace to do Grace that may me so renew And confirm and perfect too That when Death shall claim its due Grace in Glory may expire This is All my Desire FINIS A Catalogue of Books Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns in Cheapside ANnotations upon the Holy Bible wherein the sacred Text is inserted and various Readings annexed together with Parallel Scriptures the more difficult Terms in each Verse are explain'd seeming Contradictions reconciled Questions and Doubts Resolved and the whole Text open'd in two Vol. Fol. By the late Reverend and Learned Divine Mr. Mat. Pool The Christian in compleat Armour or a Treatise of the Saints War against the Devil where a discovery is made of that Grand Enemy of God and his People in his Policy Power Seat of his Empire wickedness and chief Design against the Saints A Magazine open'd from whence the Christian is furnished with Spiritual Arms for the Battle helped on with his Armour taught the use of his Weapon together with the happy Issue of the whole War By W. Gurnal M. A. of Emanuel Colledge sixth Edition Vol. One Hundred Select Sermons on several Texts of Scripture By Tho. Horton D. D. Fol. Sermons and Discourses on several Divine Subjects by the late Reverend and Learned Mr. David Clarkson B. D. and Fellow of Clare-Hall Cambridge Fol. A Body of Practical Divinity consisting of above one hundred seventy six Sermons on the lesser Catechism composed by the Reverend Assembly of Divines at Westminster with a Supplement of some Sermons on several Texts of Scripture By Tho. Watson formerly Minister of St. Stephens Walbrook London Fol. A Paraphrase on the New Testament with Notes Doctrinal and Practical by plainness and brevity fitted to the Use of Religious Families in their daily Reading of the Scriptures and of the Younger and Poorer sort of Ministers who want fuller helps With an Advertisement of Difficulties in the Revelation second Edition Corrected By the late Reverend Mr. Rich. Baxter Discourses upon the Rich Man and Lazarus By Timothy Cruso Octavo Redemption of Time the Wisdom and Duty of Christians in Evil Days By Iohn Wade Minister at Hammersmith 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 By Rob. Fleming Author of the Fulfilling of the Scriptures Now Publish'd by Daniel Burgess the second Edition A New Creature or a short Discourse opening the Nature Properties and Necessity of the great Work of the New Creation upon the Souls of Men on Gal. 6.15 A Family Altar erected to the Honour of the Eternal God or a solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses on Gen. 32.2 3. Together with the best Entail or Dying Parents loving Hopes for their surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Grace with Believers and their Seed These two by O. Hâ—ywood 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 Mr. Walter Marshal late Preacher of the Gospel The Golden Snuffers or Christian Reprovers and Reformers Characterized Caution'd and Encouraged A Sermon Preach'd to the Societies for Reformation of Manners in London Feb. 15th 1696. By Daniel Burgess A sure Guide to Heaven Or an Earnest Invitation to Sinners to turn to God in Order to their Eternal Salvation Shewing the thoughtful Sinner what he must do to be Saved By Ioseph Allein Minister of the Gospel A Brief Concordance to the Holy Bible of the most usual and useful Places which one may have occasion to seek for By Sam. Clark M. A. Jehovah our Righteousness or the Justification of Believers by the Righteousness of Christ only 〈◊〉 asserted and applied in several Sermons By Samâ—â—â— Tomlyn A. M. Minister of the Gospel A Discourse concerning Old Age tending to the Instruction Caution and Comfort of Ageâ— Persons By Richard Steel M. A. The Rod or the Sword the Present Dilemma oâ— the Nations of â—ngland Scotland and Ireland Conâ—â—sidered Argued and Improved in a Discourâ—â— from Ezekiel Chap. 21. Ver. 13.
Lovers Lute His narrow Grief will him allow The softer-strain and Rhyme My harsher Sorrows do exclude Both Measure Tune and Time Self-Condemnation To the Tune of Psal. 113. THou who condemnest Jewish Hate For chusing of a Murderer Before a Saviour Lord of Glory Look back upon thy own Estate Call home thine Eye that wanderer That thine own Choice may be thy Story He that doth Love and Love amiss This VVorld before true Christian Joy How doth He make a Jewish Choice The VVorld an ancient Murderer is Thousands it hath and doth destroy VVith her enchanting Looks and Voice 2. He that hath made a sorry VVedding Between his Soul and Gold preferr'd False Gain and Riches before true Hath done what He condemns in Reading Hath Sold for Money His Dear Lord And is Himself a Iudas-Iew Thus we prevent the last great Day And judge our selves that Light which Passion And Sin before did Dim and Choak VVhen once these Snuffs are ta'ne away Shines bright ev'n unto Condemnation And that without Excuse or Cloak Bitter-Sweet To the Tune of Psalm 67. AH my Dear angry Lord Since thou dost Love yet strike Thou dost cast down yet help afford Sure I will do the like I will complain yet Praise Bewail and yet approve And all my other sowre-sweet Days I will lament yet Love The Glance To the Tune of Psalm 100. WHen first thy sweet and gracious Eye Vouchsaf'd in midst of Youth and Night To look on me who lay before In Sin I felt a strange delight Since that Time many a bitter Storm I 've felt which would have quite destroy'd My Soul had the malicious Harm His sway and swing fully enjoy'd But the first Joy sprung from thine Eye Did still so work within my Soul That after all it got the Day And did the surging Griefs controul If the first Glance so powerful be Mirth open'd and seal'd up again VVhat wonders shall we feel at last VVhen thou shalt look us out of Pain VVhen we shall see thy full ey'd Love And that one Heav'nly glorious Light More than a thousand Suns above Shall be disbursing joyful Light Aaron To the Tune of Psalm 100. HOliness written on the Head Light and Perfections on the Breast Harmonious Bells raising the Dead To Life Thus are true Aarons drest But oh prophaneness in my Head Defects and darkness in my Breast A noise of Passions like a Knell Ala poor Priest thus am I drest And yet I have another Head Christ is my only Heart and Breast He is my Musick causing Life In him alone I am well drest Now again Holy in my Head Perfect and Light in Heart and Breast My Doctrine tun'd by Christ who lives In me Come People Aaron's drest Discipline To the Tune of Psalm 67. O Throw away thy Rod And throw away thy Wrath Thou art my Saviour and my God O take the gentle Path. Thou seest my Hearts desire Unto thy Will is bent To nothing I do more aspire Than to a full Consent There 's not a Word or Look That I affect to own But what I have or learn by Book And that thy Book alone And though I fail I weep And though I halt in Pace Yet still I go or rather creep Unto the Throne of Grace Then let thy Wrath remove And Love will do the Deed For with thy Blood and with thy Love These stony Hearts will bleed Thy Love is swift of Foot Thy Love 's a Man of War That is victorious and can shoot And hit our Hearts from far And who can scape this Bow For that which wrought on Thee That brought thee down and made thee low Needs must it work on me O throw away thy Rod And though Man frailties hath Yet we are Creatures thou art God O throw away thy Wrath. The Invitation To the Tune of Psalm 100. COme hither all whose Heart and Taste Savours this Earth Here mend your fare God hath prepar'd and is a Feast In whom alone all dainties are Come hither you whom Love of Wine Hath made you Drink for hurt not good Now weep what you have drunk amiss And cat his Flesh and drink his Blood Come hither all whom Fear and Pain Arraigns and brings your Sins to sight Taste and fear not for God is here Who will on Sin return the fright Come hither all whom Joy destroys And makes you graze without your bounds Here is a Joy that drowns all Joys As doth a Flond the lower grounds Come hither all whom Love exalts And lifts you up unto the sky Here is Love breathing ev'n in Death Which after Death can never Dye Thus Lord I have invited all And still I will invite to Thee For it doth seem but Just and Right That where all is there all should be Desertion To the Tune of Psalm 67. SOul's Joy when thou art gone Which yet sure cannot be Because thou dost abide in me And I depend on Thee Yet when thou dost suppress The Joy of thy abode And in my Power not stir abroad But leave me to my Load Oh what a Damp doth seize My Soul no stormy Night Can so afflict or so affright As thy eclipsed Light Ah Lord do not withdraw Thy Love lest Sin appear And when thou dost but shine less clear Say that thou art not here And then what Life I have When Sin doth rave and boast That I may seek but thou art lost Thou and alone thou know'st Oh what a deadly Cold Doth make me half believe That Sin saith true but while I grieve Thou com'st and dost relieve Death To the Tune of Psalm 100. DEath thou wast once an uncouth thing Hid'ous and nothing else but Bones Mouth open but thou couldst not sing The sad Effects of sadder Groans For we were wont to look on Thee As at some nine or ten Years hence Flesh turn'd to Dust and Bones to sticks After the loss of Life and Sence On this side of Thee we did look We shot too short whence we did find Dust drawing Tears but shedding none The Shells of Fledge Souls left behind But since our Sav'ours Death hath put Some Blood and Vigour in thy Face Thou art much sought for as a good Thou art grown Fair and full of Grace We now behold Thee gay and glad As thou wilt be at Judgment-Day Thy Bones with Beauty shall be clad When Souls shall wear their new aray Therefore we can go Dye as Sleep And safely trust half that we have Making our Pillows Doan or Dust Unto an honest faithful Grave New Testament-Hymns Taken out of Dr. Woodford's PARAPHRASE And Turn'd into the Common Metre The Song of the Blessed Uirgin 1. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit in Him rejoyce My Saviours Praises to Record My Spirit provokes my Voice Nor Soul nor Spirit my Will or Mind Shall in his Praise lye still With Voice and Lyre I 'll all my Powers Summon to shew their skill 2. The Church his Handmaids low Estate He kindly did
prove If thou giv'st Wealth I will restore All back unto Thee by the Poor If Thou giv'st Honour Men shall see The Honour doth belong to Thee If Bosom-Friends should rend thy Name I will rend thence their Love and Fame The World and I 'll fall out the Year Shall not perceive that I am here My Musick shall find Thee each string Shall have its Attribute to sing That all may well accord in Thee And prove one God one Harmony The Agony To the Tune of Psalm 119. 1. PHilosophers have measur'd Hills Fathom'd Seas traced Springs Walk't with their Iacob's-staff to Heaven But there are two vast things The which to measure sound or trace It doth them most behove Yet few or none can find their depth These two are Sin and Love 2. Who would know Sin let him repair To Olivet and see One wrung with Pains that Skin and Hair And Garments bloody be For Sin and Wrath the Wine-press was Which squeez'd Him forcing Pain Through Soul and Body Head and Heart Hands Feet and every Vein 3. Who knows not Love let him but taste The Juice a Souldiers Pike Did set abroach then let him tell Who e're did taste the like Love is that Liquor passing-sweet A Drink that is Divine 'T is what my God did feel as Blood But what I taste as Wine The Passion To the Tune of Psalm 100. SInce Blood is fittest Lord to write Thy Sorrows in and bloody flight My Heart hath store write there wherein One Box doth lye both Ink and Sin That when Sin spies so many Foes Thy Whips thy Nails thy Wounds thy Woes All come to loâ—gâ— there Sin may say No room for me and fly away Sin being g 〈…〉 oh fill the place And keep Possession with thy Grace Lest Sin take Courage and return And all the Writings blot or burn Easter To the Tune of Psalm 100. THe Lord is risen sing his Praise Rise thou my Heart without delaies Awake my Lute and do thy Part Or struggle for 't with all thy Art The Cross hath taught this Wood His Name To sound who once did bear the same Strecht Sinews teach these Strings what Key Is best to celebrate this Day Both Heart and Lute shall twist a Song In Holy Consort good and long And let thy Spirit bear a Part To mend our faults by his sweet Art I got me Flowers to strow the way I got me Boughs of many a Tree But thou wast up by break of Day And brought'st thy Sweets along with Thee The Sun arising in the East Though He give Light and th' East perfume If they should offer to contest With thy arising they presume Can there be any Day but this Though many Suns to shine endeavour We count three Hundred but we miss There is but One and that One ever Prayer PRayer the Churches Banquet is Prayer the Angels Age Prayer the Soul in Paraphrase The Heart in Pilgrimage God's breath in Man returning thither From whence it had its Birth Prayer the Christian Plummet is That soundeth Heav'n and Earth Prayer reversed Thunder is And Christ's side-peircing Spear Prayer's a kind of heav'nly Tune Which all things hear and fear Engine against the Almighty One It is the Sinners Tower The World that was a Six-days Work Transposing in an Hour Softness and Peace and Spiritual Joy Prayer is Love and Bliss It is as 't were the Milky-way The Bird of Paradice Prayer exalted Manna is And gladness of the best Heaven in Ordinary 't is Prayer is Man well drest The Church-Bell's heard beyond the Stars It is the Souls Heart-blood A kind of Land of Spices 't is And something understood Holy Communion NOt in a rich or fine Aray Nor in a wedge of Gold Dost thou thy self to me convey Who once for me wast Sold. But in a way of Nourishment Thou creep'st into my Breast Setting my Soul upon the wing To fly unto her rest Give me my Captive Soul or take My Body also thither Another lift like this will make Them both to be together Before that Sin turn'd Flesh to Stone And all our Lump to Leaven A fervent Sigh might well have blown Our inn'cent Earth to Heaven For sure when Adam did not know To Sin or Sin to smother He might to Heaven from Paradise go As from one room t'another Thou hast restor'd us to this ease By this thy Heavenly Blood Which I can go to when I please And leave th' Earth to their Food Antiphon To the Tune of Psalm 148. Vers. THe Heav'ns are not too high His Praise may thither fly The Earth is not too low His Praises there may grow Chor. Let all the World Rejoyce and Sing And still repeat My God and King Vers. The Church with Psalms must shout No Door can keep them out But above all the Heart Must bear the longest part Chor. Let all the World Rejoyce and Sing And still repeat My God and King The Temper HOw should I Praise thee and my Rhymes Engrave thy Love in Steel If what my Soul doth feel sometimes My Soul might ever feel Though there were forty Heav'ns or more I peer above them all Sometimes I hardly reach a score Sometimes to Hell I fall O rack me not to such extent Such distance is for Thee The World 's too little for thy Tent A Grave too big for me Wilt thou mete Arms with Man or stretch Thy Dust from Heav'n to Hell Will great God measure with a Wretch Shall He thy Stature Spell O when thy Roof my Soul hath hid Let me but Nestle there Then of a Sinner thou art rid And I of Hope and Fear Yet take thy way for that is best Stretch or Contract thy Debtor This is but tuning of my Breast To make the Musick better Pentecost To the Tune of Psalm 100. LIsten sweet Dove unto my Song And spread thy golden Wings on me Hatching my tender Heart so long Till it get Wing and fly with Thee Where is that Fire which once descended On thy Apostles Thou didst then Keep open House richly attended Feasting all Comers by Twelve Men. Such glorious Gifts thou didst bestow That th' Earth did like a Heav'n appear The Stars were coming down to know How to mend Wages and serve here The Sun which once did shine alone Hung down his Head and wisht for Night When He beheld twelve Suns for one Tracing the World and giving Light But since those Pipes of Gold which brought The Cordial Water to our ground Were out and martyr'd by their fault Who did themselves through their Sides wound Thou shut'st the Door and keep'st within Scarce a good Joy creeps through the Chink And if the braves of Conquering Sin Did not excite Thee we should sink Lord though we change thou art the same The same sweet God of Love and Light Restore this Day for thy great Name Unto its ancient glorious Right Dominica Trinitatis To the Tune of Psalm 67. THou 'st fram'd me out of Mud Redeem'd me
with thy Blood And sanctifi'd me with thy Grace And all to do me good My Sins done heretofore Purge for that heavy score I do confess and hate and I Will strive to Sin no more My Heart Mouth Hands in me With Faith Hope Charity Enrich O Lord that so I may Rise run and rest with Thee Avarice To the Tune of Psalm 67. MOney thou source of Wo Although thou art so fine Thy Parantage is base and low Found in a dirty Mine Thou could'st so little do For th' Kingdom thou hast got That Man was fain to Dig thee out Of thy dark Cave and Grot. Brightned by Fire thou 'st got The Face of Man for we Transfer our Right thou art the Man And we but dross to Thee Man calleth Thee his Wealth And yet He made Thee Rich And while with pains He digs out Thee Himself falls in the Ditch Submission BUt that thou art my Wisdom Lord And both mine Eyes are thine My Mind would be extreamly stirr'd For missing my design Were it not better to bestow Some Place or Power on me Then should thy Praises with me grow And share in my degree But when I thus dispute and grieve I do resume my sight And pilfring what I once did give Disseise thee of thy Right How know I if thou should'st me raise That I should then raise thee Perhaps great Places and thy Praise Do not so well agree Wherefore unto my Gift I stand I will no more advise Only do thou lend me an Hand Since thou hast both mine Eyes Mortification 1. HOw soon doth Man decay When clothes Took from a Chest of sweets To swaddle Infants seem to be Their little winding Sheets Boys step as 't were into their Graves When they go first to Bed Sleep binds them fast only their Breath Shews that they are not Dead 2. When Youth is frank and free and while His Veins with Blood do swell Calling for Mirth his Musick then Doth summon to his Knell When Man grows staid and coveteth An House and Home to have That Dumb inclosure maketh Love T' a Coffin or a Grave 3. When Age grows low or weak it marks The Grave which He draws near His Chair or Litter where He sits Or lies is like his Bier And thus Man's last Solemnity Is fixt ere He 's aware He dresseth up his Herse while He Hath Breath as yet to spare Misery To the Tune of Psalm 100. LOrd let the Angels Praise thy Name Man is an empty foolish Thing Folly and Sin play all his Game His House doth burn yet He doth Sing What strange Pollutions doth He wed As if none knew his Works but He No Man shall beat into his Head Thou canst within His Curtains see The best of Men turn but thine Hand One Moment stumble at a Pin They would not have their Actions scan'd Nor Sorrow tell them that they Sin My God Man cannot Praise thy Name Thou art all perfect Purity The Sun holds down his Head for shame Eclipsed when we speak of Thee As dirty Hands foul all they touch And those things most which are most fine So our Clay-Hearts ev'n when we Sing Thy Praises make them less Divine Man cannot serve Thee let Him go And serve the Swine where 's his Delight He likes not Vertue let him have His Dirt to wallow in all Night Indeed at first Man was a Treasure A Box of precious Rarities A Ring whose Posie was my Pleasure A Garden in a Paradice But Sin hath fool'd him now He is A Lump of Flesh without a Wing To raise Him to the Glimpse of Bliss A Vessel dash'd on every Thing Obedience To the Tune of Psalm 67. MY God if Writings may Convey Estates away Why may not this poor Paper do For me as much as they On it my Heart doth bleed As many Lines as need To pass it self away and I Own it my Act and Deed. If that hereafter Pleasure Cavil and claim her Measure I here exclude the wrangler from Any part of thy Treasure Oh let thy Sacred Will All thy delight fulfil Let me not Think or Act but as Resign'd up to thy skill Lord what is Man to Thee But as a rotten Tree Yet since thou seest all thou canst As will me Guide as see He that will pass his Land With me may set his hand Unto this Deed to both our Goods If He to it will stand How happy were my Part If some one will his heart Enter with me in Heav'ns Court-Rolls Far above our Desert Home To the Tune of Psalm 100. COme Lord my Head and Heart is sick Whilst thou dost ever ever stay Thy long delaies wound to the quick My Spirit gaspeth Night and Day How can'st thou stay seeing the pace The Blood did make which thou didst waste Viewing it trickle down thy Face I never saw thing make such haste When Man was lost thou look'st about To see what help in th' Earth or Sky But there was none no help without The help did in thy Bosom lye There lay thy Son and must He leave That Hive of sweetness to remove Thraldom from those who at a Feast Left not one Apple for thy Love He did He came O Saviour Dear After all this canst thou be strange So long baptiz'd and not appear As if thy Love could fail or change Yet if thou stay'st why must I stay My God what is this World to me This World of Wo Ye Clouds away Away I must get up and see With one small Sigh the other Day I blasted all the Joys about me And scouling as they past away Now come again said I and flout me Both Drought and Dearth both Bush and Brake Which way so e're I look I see We may Dream here but when we wake We dress our selves and come to Thee We talk of Harvests there are none But when we leave our Corn and Hay The fruitful Year is that which brings The last and lov'd though dreadful Day This Frame this Knot of Man untye That my free Soul may use her wing Now pinion'd with Mortality As an entangled hamper'd thing What 's left that I should stay and groan The most of me to Heav'n is fled My Thoughts and Joys packt up and gone And for their old Acquaintance plead Oh shew me in thy Temple here Thy wondrous Grace thy special Love Or take me up to dwell with Thee Within thy glorious House above Dulness WHy langish I as if all Earth Thus drooping dead and dull O give me quickness that with Mirth I may Thee Praise brim-full The wanton in a curious strain Can Praise His fairest Fair And with quaint Metaphors again Curl o're her curled Hair Thou alone Beauty are to me Loveliness Life and Light Thy bloody Death and undeserv'd Makes thee pure Red and White Where are my Lines Approaches Views Where are my Window-Songs Lovers pretending are their Muse Is sharp'ned by their wrongs But I am lost in Flesh and mock't By sugar'd Fallacies Sure
regard He from on high view'd the sad State Which David's House prest hard But now all Nations shall the Church Call above others Blest David's Seed b'ing of David's Throne Eternally possest 3. Great are the Works that He hath done Who himself is great of Might But of all Names 'T is Holiness That does him most Delight All Names but that of Mercy which In him is still the same He does to Generations keep With them who fear his Name 4. To all besides by 's Arm He 's known His Strength none can repel His Arm alone the proud pulls down Spoils Plots laid deep as Hell He Kingdoms sways and gives the Crowns To those i' th' Dust who lay With good things He the hungry fills Sends Rich empty away 5. Isr'el thus hath He fill'd thus rais'd Thus rais'd He doth uphold B'ing mindful of his Name be prais'd His Cov'nant past of old According to his Promise made To Abr'ham and his Seed Ev'n all whom Abr'hams Faith doth make Parties unto the Deed. The Song of Zacharias To the Tune of Psalm 100. ISrael's great God be ever prais'd Who Isr'el from the Dust hath rais'd He 's mindful of his ancient Care Forgotten when we thought we were Isr'el to visit He came down The Prison Doors wide open thrown Redemption for us He hath wrought And to the Throne the Captive brought To David's Throne and 't is his Son Sprung from his Loyns holds David's Throne With Empire which no time can bound With Subjects in all Countreys found By Prophets which have been of old In ev'ry Age He this foretold For ev'ry Age have Prophets been E're since the World did first begin This to foretel that God our State Would save and our wrongs vindicate Not for our sakes but to perform The Mercy promised and Sworn Promis'd the Fathers who first were But which He did to Abr'ham swear By sacred Oath to be no more Doubted though stablish't 't was before God the most High by Himself swore That we from Heav'n should have the Power His noble Service to attend Fearless of all that may offend Deliver'd from our En'mies Hands Their captive Chains and servile Bands In Righteousness and Holy Praise Which constant last through all our Days And now He comes who this hath wrought Who hath this great Salvation brought And now His Prophet shall prepare His Ways which deep and wondrous are To teach and make his Isr'el know Whence their Salvation's source doth flow That from Remission of their Sin The mighty source doth first begin Through tender Mercy He the way To Pardon does by Grace display That Grace whereby Day-spring on high Visits with Streams which ne're shall dye Streams of a pure Aether'al Light T'shine on those who in Darkness sit Death's shadow shall with Rays increase To guide our Feet i' th' ways of Peace The Song of Simeon 1. ENough my God I beg no more Thou canst no more bestow My Pray'rs are answer'd I adore The Word which forth did go The Word which like Thee knows no change I am content to Dye The Time is sittest now Lord since Thy Word and Life 's so nigh 2. Nigh is the Word nor hath Death come Me and thy Christ between As nigh is Life thy other Word Thus happy have I been Two Words fulfill'd one t'other seen Makes me desire to dye Who would not mortal Life exchange For Immortality 3. In Peace my God I dye and Thou In Peace dismissest me Since with these Eyes before their Change I thy Salvation see I need not rise to see as they Who by Faith only saw What I within my Arms do hold The end of all their Law 4. Hail blest Salvation Hail thou Who bring'st it Blessed Child In whom as Holy Men foretold All Truths shall be fulfill'd Hail Saviour and Salvation Prepar'd of God to be This lower World's Redemption And th' Angels scrutiny 5. Such is thy Cov'nant who before All Nations dost prepare What shall with Praise all Nations fill As in Him all have share He as a Sun to a dark World Shall rise with scatter'd Light But Isr'els Glory shall with Rays Be like his own Flames Bright Adoration of the Twenty Four Elders Rev. 11.17 To the Tune of Psalm 100. THou' rt worthy Honour to receive Honour'd are we who Honour give Thou in one now collected hast All Time the Future Present Past. We Praise Thee Lord for that thou 'st ta'ne To Thee thy Power and dost Reign Thy Wrath is come and so the Time When thou wilt Sentence ev'ry Crime And hence the Nations troubled are The Dead must for their Judge prepare They rise and as their Works have been Glory or Shame 's on all brows seen Saints Prophets all that fear thy Name Both small and great shall Praise the same But Vengeance stops the Sinners Mirth And Spoils the Spoilers of the Earth The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. 15.13 To the Tune of Psalm 148. HOw mighty are thy Works And marvellous thy Praise Lord God Almighty Just And True are all thy Ways Blest King of Saints Who would nor fear Thy Presence dread Which Thrones revere Who would not fear Thee Lord Who would not glorifie That wondrous Name of thine Which thou hast rais'd so high Thy Holy Name By which thou' rt known For Holiness Is thine alone Take then thou blessed King What is thy proper due And through all Coasts and Lands Thy proper right pursue That ev'ry Coast And every Land May worship Thee And wondring stand Ioy at the overthrow of Babylon Rev. 9.1 To the Tune of Psalm 100. SIng Hallelujah to our King Honour and Pow'r and Glory sing For true and righteous are his Ways He both deserves and hath our Praise Most true and righteous is his Doom Who hath in Judgment overcome The Whore stands chain'd and dumb withal Without a Friend or Voice to call For judg'd she is who th' Earth did stain With a vile prostituted Train He hath aveng'd the Blood she shed She dying ever is never Dead Sing 〈◊〉 to our King Worship and Laud and Praises bring Behold how up her smoak does rise Who dying ever never dyes Ev'n so Amen Lord be it so That all the Earth thy Power may know That all one Song with us may Sing Ev'n Hallelujah to our King Baptismal Covenant Mostly out of the Book of Psalms Exod. 15.2 THou art my God I will prepare For Thee a dwelling Place Thou art my Fathers God and I Will Praise thy wondrous Grace Psal. 22.4 Thou art my Fathers God and they Trusting in Thee were glad For all thy saving Health whilst I As yet no being had Gen. 17.7 Deut. 17.9 God of my Fathers and their Seed For so thy Cov'nant is And thou dost keep thy Cov'nant fare To thousands of Degrees Exod. 21.6 When at the Door the Ear was bor'd The Servant leaves it never He is a Servant in that House He and his Seed for ever Psalm 86.16 and 116.16 Now