My Honey Comb and Honey too Have been my sweet Repast My Wine my Milk which here do flow Have chear'd my Heart and Tast My Friends and dear Companions Come Feast your selves with Me Drink O my Welbeloved Ones Yea Drink abundantly The Church 2. I sleep but yet my Heart doth wake Heark my Beloved One Doth Knock and Call I can't mistake His Knock his Tread his Tone Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to me my Undefil'd Open to me my Dove Open to me that wait for Thee My Head is fill'd with Dew And all my Locks with Ev'ning Drops Let 's have an Enterview 3. My Coat is off and how shall I Put on my Coat again Should I come o're the Dusty Floor My washed Feet to stain 4. My Dearest then by the key-hole His willing Hand did move Which when I did perceive my Soul Was touch'd with Grief and Love 5. Rowz'd by this Passion I did stir And answer'd to his Call My Hands and Fingers drop'd with Myrrh Which from the Lock did fall 6. Then did I open to my Dear But he alas was gone He whom I did so lately hear Methoughts I was undone I sought him whom my Soul ador'd But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd my Love my Lord But He no answer gave 7. Then did the cruel City-VVatch Smite Me and wound Me sore The Keepers of the VVall did snatch Away the Veil I wore 8. O Daughters of Jerusalem I charge You if Ye find My Glorious Dear that he may hear My Love afflicts my Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 9. What Jewel is this Dear of thine O Fairest let us know Wherein does thine Others out-shine That thou dost charge us so The Church 10. My dear Delight is Red and VVhite The Lilly and the Rose So sweet a Grace adorns his Face Ten thousand he out-goes 11. His Head is like the Finest Gold And curled Locks doth wear VVhich do the Ravens Colour hold So comely is his Hair 12. His Eyes are like the Eyes of Doves VVhich on the Banks are met And do the streams of VVater love Milk-washt and fitly set 13. His Cheeks are like a spicy Bed VVhere all Perfumes do meet His Lips like Lillies whence is shed The Myrrh that smells so sweet 14. His Hands are like the Chrysolite In Rings of Gold display'd His Belly is like Ivory bright VVith Sapphires overlaid 15. His Legs like Marble Pillars are On Golden Sockets set His Face like Lebanon is most Fair Like Cedars most compleat His Mouth is most exceeding Sweet Yea he is wholly so Down from his Head unto his Feet VVith Sweetness he doth flow O Salems Daughters This is He Of whom ye did enquire This is the Friend that loveth Me This is my Hearts desire The Paraphrase CHAP. V. Christ 1. MY Love my Dearest hath Me brought Whither thou didst Invite Thy Graces which my Hand hath wrought Have been my Souls delight Thou art a Vine which with thy VVine Both God and Man dost chear Feed on the Fruits prepar'd in Thee A constant Feast is there The Church 2. Such drowsiness doth me possess I live and yet I die Some Life I have no Liveliness How dark and cold am I Here in the dark and deep I grope Who us'd to live above Where is my Faith Where is my Hope Where is my wonted Love It is no Strangers Voice I hear I know it is my Lords He knocks both at my Heart and Ear These are his loving words Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to Me my Undefil'd Open to Me my Dove My Gracious Patience hath stood Long waiting at thy Door Fain would I enter for thy good Slight not thy Saviour 3. One would have thought such melting words Should break an heart of Steel But I Alas so stupid was Their Force I did not feel My Answer was to this Effect Lord now I am at ease And Lord if I should Thee respect My Friends I should displease Thy Service Lord would cost me dear The World would me molest Thy heavy Cross how can I bear Do not disturb my Rest 4. My Lord to this made no Reply Only on Me he cast A sad and a Rebuking Eye On which this sense I pass'd Dost thou my Patience thus requite To make it longer bear Dost all my Love and Sufferings slight I look'd for better Fare This stirr'd my Love my Grief and shame Which put me to such pain 5. That I resolv'd whatever came To own my Christ again Accurst Temptations be ye gone And do not me restrain Satan Avaunt let Me alone I 'll have my Christ again This Resolution gave some Ease To my distressed Mind My Griefs did then begin to cease VVhen I to Christ inclin'd 6. But when I did my self address My Saviour to embrace Alas for my Unworthiness My Saviour hid his Face For He is Great as well as Good And will not be disdain'd Then his kind words which I withstood My Conscience sorely pain'd O then I wish'd a thousand times That I had been so wise To shake off my Security VVhen Christ bade Me arise I sought him daily in his VVord But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd My Love my Lord But he no Answer gave 7. Earth did oppress whom Heav'n forsook Nothing but Griefs I found For they who to my Soul should look My Soul did pierce and wound Their words and deeds did both conspire To grieve my grieved heart Their Scorns and Jears were Swords Spears VVhich did increase my Smart But still my greatest wound was here My Lord I could not find Had I my Lord I should not care Tho' others prov'd unkind 8. Another Course I straightways took I did repair to those VVho Sion wards do often look And did my Case propose Blest Souls said I who oft attend At the Almighties Court My Case to you I do commend That you may it report A Lord I have or rather had My VVelbeloved one His Presence us'd to make me glad But Ah my Lord is gone If when you pray he should acquaint You with his Love and Grace Tell him from me my Heart doth faint And Languish for his Face 9. VVho is said they this Lord of thine O Fairest let us know VVherein does thine others out-shine That thou dost Charge us so 10. My dearest Lord is VVhite and Red VVhite thro' his Purity Red thro' his Blood which he did shed For such an one as I VVas he not Red but only White The Lilly not the Rose He might delight the Angels Sight But I am none of those Was he not White but only Red A Sufferer for his sin His Blood would rest upon his head Nor could I Joy therein But my dear Lord is White and Red This Mixture pleaseth me For for my sins he suffered When he from sin was free What a reviving sight is this A righteous Saviour's Blood The Bath of Sin the Spring of
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
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
Throne That I with Him may Reign Glory to God the Father be Glory to God the Son Glory to God the Holy Ghost Glory to God Alone A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry 1. FAir are the Feet which bring the News Of Gladness unto Me What Happy Messengers are these Which my bless'd Eyes do see These are the Stars which God appoints For Guides unto my Eyes To lead me unto Bethlem-Town Where my dear Saviour Lies 2. These are my Gods Ambassadors By whom his Mind I know God's Angels in his lower Heav'n God's Trumpeters below The Trumpet sounds the Dead arise Which fell by Adam's Hand Again the Trumpet sounds and they Set forth for Canaans Land 3. The Servants speak but thou Lord dost A hearing Ear bestow They smite the Rock but thou my God Dost make the Waters flow They shoot the Arrow but thy Hand Doth drive the Arrow home They call but Lord thou dost Compel And then thy Guests are come 4. Angels that flie and Worms that creep Are both alike to Thee If thou make Worms thine Angels 〈◊〉 They bring my God to me As Sons of Thunder first they 〈◊〉 And I the Lightning fear But then they bring me to my Home And Sons of Comfort are 5. Lord thou art in them of a Truth That I might never stray The Clouds and Pillars march before And shew me Canaans way I bless my God who is my Guide I sing in Sions ways When shall I sing on Sions Hill Thine Everlasting Praise XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism 1. LOrd What is Man that Lump of Sin Made up of Earth and Hell Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell Man is a Leper from the Womb An Ethiopian born A Traitor 's Guilty Son and Heir VVorthy of pain and scorn 2. And dost thou â—ook on such a One Are not thine Eyes most pure 〈◊〉 they are Eyes of Pity too Where 〈◊〉 do beg a Cure This 〈…〉 Loathsom Sight But Pay casts an Eye And bids him wash in Jordan's Streams To Cure his Leprosie 3. This Ethiopian Skin is chang'd And made as white as Snow When dipt in wonder-working Streams VVhich from Christ's Side did flow As Adam slept and from his Side A Killing Eve arose From my pierc'd Lord that smitten Rock A pure Life-Fountain flows 4. Ah what a Tainted wretch is Man And so he must have stood But lo an Act of Sovereign Grace Restores him to his Blood Save me my God for I am thine Lord own thy Seal to me O wash my Soul till it be cleans'd And purify'd for Thee 5. Blest above Streams is Jordan's Flood VVhich toucheth Canaans Shore I 'll sing thy Praise in Jordan's Streams In Canaan evermore XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 1. O Praise the Lord praise him praise him Sing Praises to his Name O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth Extol and Laud the same VVho spared not his only Son But gave Him for us all And made him drink the Cup of Wrath The VVormwood and the Gall. 2. Frail Nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass But he must drink it off and this The Fathers Pleasure was Lo then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd Yielding Himself to God and Man He stretch'd his Arms and dy'd 3. He Dy'd indeed but Rose again And did ascend on High That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might Live Eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth Vengeance vex and tear VVere it not for a Dying Christ Our Dwelling had been there 4. His Blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our Sin gave us Himself VVhat an Exchange is here VVhatever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ And must we Drink his Blood 5. His Flesh is Heav'nly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His Comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls VVith thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy Face 6. When shall our Souls mount up to Thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine VVhich is for ever New XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day 1. MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the Sweetness of his Rest He makes his Servants share How sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lie Thy Church below doth Rest in hope Of that Felicity 2. Thou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast Thy Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this Day of Rest Welcome and dear unto my Soul Are these sweet Feasts of Love But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above 3. I bless thy wise and wondrous Love Which binds us to be free Which makes us leave our Earthly Snare That we may come to thee I come I wait I hear I pray Thy Footsteps Lord I trace I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face 4. These are my Preparation-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
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
VVho in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of Love VVho causeth me to hope Here 's the words Signets Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain But these thy Pledges Lord I know My Hopes are not in vain XXXI A Song of Praise collected out of the Book of Psalms 1. PSAL. 135.1 O Praise the Lord Praise Him praise Him Praise Him with one accord Praise him praise him all ye that be The Servants of the Lord. PSAL. 47.6 Sing Praises to our God sing Praise Sing Praises to our King Praise to the King of all the Earth VVith Understanding sing 2. PSAL. 103.1 My Soul give Laud unto the Lord My Spirit shall do the same And all the Secrets of my Heart Praise ye his Holy Name PSAL. 95.6 Come let us bow and praise the Lord Before him let us fall And kneel to him with one accord For he hath made us all 3. PSAL. 95.7 He is the Lord he is our God For us he doth provide VVe are his Flock he doth us feed His Sheep he doth us guide PSAL. 118.21 I will give Thanks unto the Lord Because he hath heard me And is become most lovingly A Saviour unto me 4. PSAL. 118.13 The Lord is my Defence and Strength My Joy my Mirth my Song â—s is become for me indeed A Saviour most strong PSAL. 118.28 Thou art my God I will confess And render Thanks to Thee Thou art my God and I will praise Thy Mercy towards Me. 5. PSAL. 118.29 O give ye Thanks unto the Lord For gracious is He Because his Mercy doth endure For ever towards Me. XXXII Another 1. PSAL. 26.6 TO render Thanks unto the Lord How great a cause have I My Voice my Prayer and my Complaint That heard so willingly PSAL. 59.17 Thou art my Strength thou hast me stay'd O Lord I sing to Thee Thou art my Fort my Fence and Aid And Loving God to Me. 2. PSAL. 73.25 What thing is there that I can wish But Thee in Heav'n above And in the Earth there is nothing Like Thee that I can love PSAL. 36.9 For why the Well of Life so pure Doth ever flow from Thee And in thy Light we are full sure The lasting Light to see 3. PSAL. 27.15 My heart would faint but that in me This Hope is fixed fast The Lord God's good Grace shall I see In Life that ay shall last PSAL. 48.13 For this God is our God our God For evermore is He This God of ours even unto Death Our faithful Guide will be 4. PSAL. 17.17 When I awake I shall behold In Righteousness thy Face And I shall be most like to Thee Even filled with thy Grace PSAL. 16.11 Full Joys are in thy Presence Lord A sweet and precious Store My God at thy Right Hand there are Pleasures for evermore 5. PSAL. 103.21 Ye Angels which are great in Power Praise Ye and bless the Lord Which to obey and do his Will Immediately accord PSAL. 103.22 Ye all his Works in every place Praise ye his Holy Name My Heart my Mind and all my Soul For ever praise the same XXXIII A Song of Praise Collected from the Doxologies in the Revelation of St. John 1. Rev. 1.5 TO Him that lov'd us from Himself And dy'd to do us good And wash'd us from our scarlet sins In his own purest Blood Rev. 1.6 And made us Kings and Priests to God His Father infinite To him Eternal Glory be And Everlasting Might 2. Rev. 5.12 The Lamb is worthy that was slain To have all Power and VVealth All Honour Glory VVisdom Strength Thanks for his saving Health Rev. 5.13 Thanks Honour Glory Power to Him That on the Throne doth sit And to the Lamb for ever and For ever so be it 3. Rev. 7.9 Thousands of thousands of the Saints VVhich stand before their King VVith shining Robes and spreading Palms Loud Hallelujahs sing Rev. 7.10 Ascribe salvation to our God VVho sits upon the Throne Thy Beams will make our Faces shine In Thee we will rejoyce Thy Love is more to us than VVine Thou art the Uprights Choice 5. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Tho' I am Black yet Fair Like Kedars Tents like Ornaments Which Solomons Bed doth wear 6. Look not with a disdainful Eye Upon my Sun-burnt Face My Mothers Children rag'd at me And wrought me much disgrace Such was their Envy such their Grudge Their Vines must be inspected Whilst at their Vines I was their Drudge Mine own were quite neglected 7. But O Thou whom my Soul doth Love Tell me now from thy Breast Where feeds the Flock where doth it move Where is its Noon-Tyde Rest Why should I stray and lose my way Till I at last do Fall Among thy Fellows Flocks as they Themselves do proudly call Christ. 8. O Fairest Fair then go and Trace The Footsteps of my Sheep And feed my Kids beside the Place Where my good Shepherds keep 9. My Love I have compared Thee To those Egyptian Mares Which in King Pharaohs Chariots flee O Fairest of all Fairs 10. Thy Cheeks are comely to behold Which Rows of Jewels deck Large Chains of pure and shining Gold Adorn thy Royal Neck 11. I and my Father we will make Borders of Gold for Thee With Silver Studs for thy dear sake That thou may ' st Richer be The Church 12. The King doth at his Table sit And I that love Him well Do pour my Spikenard on his Feet VVhich gives a Fragrant smell 13. My VVelbeloved is to Me A Pomander of Myrrh Betwixt my Breast all Night shall He Be Lodg'd and never stir 14. My VVelbeloved is to Me Like Aromatick VVines Like Clusters of the Camphire Tree Among Engeddi Vines Christ. 15. Lo thou art fair my only Love My Love lo thou art Fair Thou art my Love thou art my Dove Doves Eyes in thee appear The Church 16. Nay my Beloved thou art Fair My Fairness is from Thee And thou art sweet beyond compare VVhat a green Bed have we 17. The Beams are Cedars where we dwell So strong they will not stir The Rafters send a pleasant smell For they are made of Fir. The Paraphrase CHAP. I. 1. Now will I sing of Christ the King And of his Church the Queen The Song of Songs to them belongs Where their pure Flames are seen Dialogue The Church to Christ. 2. LET my dear Saviours Love appear By some assuring sign Thou Lord my sainting Soul dost chear When thou say'st I am thine Let others on their Danties feed And drink the richest VVine My Feast doâ—â— all their Feasts exceed VVhen thou say'st I am thine 3. Thy Word which sounds thy mighty Fame And how good thou hast been Doth so revive that for the same Souls love Thee tho' unseen Souls of an Heav'nly make and frame The Joyful Heirs of Grace Do taste such Sweetness in thy Name They long to see thy Face 4. Fain would I but I cannot move Sin hath Enfeebled me O draw me with the Cords of Love I
will run after Thee Thou hear'st thou draw'st I come I come Thy Love my God is sweet Thy Presence-Chamber is the Room Where Souls and Joys do meet Our Earthly Pleasures we forget To think upon thy Love All upright Souls their Minds do set On Thee my Lord above 5. Tho' I to Strangers black do seem And under Foot am trod Yet am I Fair in Heav'ns esteem I am the House of God 6. O do not scorn my outward state Ye know not what 's within Whom God doth love how dare ye hate My Saviour hides my Sin Profest Church-Members should have brought Some Comfort to my Mind But did they Treat me as they ought Alas they prov'd unkind Their Anger did my words controul They Bow'd me to their Will And so my own immortal Soul Declin'd and Fared ill 7. Pitty my tempted state O Lord Whom still I do adore O bring me home by thy good Word My Lapsed Soul Restore Since Lord thy Mercies still abides Shall I be lost among False Flocks false Doctrines and false Guides Which do thine Honour wrong Christ 8. My Church to Me the World is dross And thou a Pearl of Price And art thou Stray'd and as a Loss Attend to my Advice Look back upon my Church of old And mark which way they went And let thy Childrens Eyes behold The Pastors I have sent 9. As Pharaohs Horses Egypts Pride Is deem'd the Choicest Breed So thou my Church my Fairest Bride All Fair Ones doth exceed 10. Mans Eyes the outward state behold Mine Eyes are on thy Heart Whilst other'S shine with Pearl and Gold Through Grace thou lovely art 11. My Soul that loves thee is so glad Thy Stock of Grace to see I and my Father we will add A new supply to Thee The Church 12. My King doth Sit in Heav'n above VVhere Angels do attend And from below my Faith and Love Shall to my King ascend 13. My Faith ascends unto my Lord And brings him down to Me My Love a Bosom doth afford VVhere he shall lodged be O the sweet time as if I was Reigning in Heav'n above VVhence once my Soul doth Christ embrace in Arms of Faith and Love 14. It is so sweet when we do meet My Joys in Christ exceed The sweetest Smells and Tasts and Sighs VVhich can our Senses feed Christ 15. My dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Faithful and so Kind The Church 16. My dearest Lord thou art the Sun By whose bright Beams I shine And then my Glory first begun When thou becamest mine Since thou art mine and I am thine A Num'rous Race do flow In every place which to thy Grace Their Birth and Being owe. 17. The dear Assemblies of thy Saints Where thou my Lord dost dwell Are sweet and pure and shall endure Against the Gates of Hell The VERSION CHAP. II. Christ 1. I Am the Rose of Sharon-Field I am the Lilly White The Lilly which the Valleys yield I am both sweet and bright 2. What are Thorns in th' Account of Men Vnto the Lilly bright What are the Fairest Daughters when My Love appears in sight The Church 3. What are the common Trees o' th' Wood Unto the Apple Tree What is the Rich and Noblest Blood My lovely Lord to Thee I sate Rejoycing in Times past Under his cooling Shade His Fruit was sweet unto my Tast O what a Feast I made 4. Unto his Cellars stor'd with Wines He caus'd Me to remove Over my Head abroad he spread The Banner of his Love 5. Give Flagons for a Cordial Bring Apples Me to chear For I am sick I faint I fall I languish for my Dear 6. His Left Hand underneath my Head For my Support is plac'd His Right Hand over me is spread And thus I am Embrac'd 7. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor stir my Love Until it be his mind 8. My Welbeloved's Voice of Joy My Heart with Comfort fills He comes Leaping on Mountains high And Skipping on the Hills 9. My Welbeloved comes in hast Like a swift footed Roe Nay my Beloved flies so fast Young Hart did never so Behind our Wall lo he doth stand He 's at our Windows seen He shews himself so near at Hand There 's but a Grate between 10. I gladly heard his gracious Tone Who thus to me did say Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 11. The Season of the Year invites The Winters gone and past Behold a Spring of new Delights No Rain nor stormy Blast 12. The Flowers upon the Earth appear The Birds begin to sing The People of our Land do hear The Turtles murmuring 13. Green Figs upon their Trees are grown Young Grapes their Smells display Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 14. O my Fair Dove whose Fairness dwells In dark Obscurity In cloven Rocks and secret Cells Come shew thy self to me O let thy Face to me appear I 〈◊〉 thy Voice answer mine Thy Voice is Musick in mine Ear Thy Countenance doth shine 15. Catch us the Foxes in a Toyl The little Foxes catch For they our Fruitful Vines do spoil Their tender Grapes they snatch 16. My Welbeloved he is mine And I am his indeed In Pastures which with Lillies shine He makes his Flock to feed 17. Till the day break and shades depart Beloved hast to me Even as the Roe and tender Hart On Bether-Mountains flee The Paraphrase CHAP. II. Christ. 1. SVch is the Power of my sweet Love My Church it sweetneth It sweetens Earth and Heav'n above It sweetens Life and Death Such is the Beauty of my Face 'T is with such Glories crown'd That Solomon's Glory must give place To what shines me around As Lillies in the Valleys-grow So I the Valleys own The Humble are my Heav'n below The Lowly are my Throne 2. No comely Persons can I see But whom my Grace adorns My Church a Lilly is to me And all the Rest are Thorns The Church 3. None but a Jesus none but He He is the Chiefest Good My Jesus is an Apple-Tree And others Barren Wood He is a Shadow from the Heat Of Conscience Wrath and Hell He is true Manna Heav'nly Meat Which feeds his Israel The Shadow of his Sacraments Hath been exceeding good Under that Shade a Feast I made Upon his Flesh and Blood 4. My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'd With sweet and precious Wine What Sweetness found I in my Lord When he said I am thine As Souldiers to their Colours stand And after them do move So doth my dearest Lord command And draw me by his Love 5. Nothing but Glory can suffice The Appetite of Grace I long for Christ with Restless Eyes I languish for his Face O take me up or let me Sup On Promises Divine Those Apples from the Tree of Life Those Flagons full of Wine 6. How am I Born whilst
sick of Love In those blest Hands of his His Left my Souls Support doth prove His Right my Comfort is 7. And whilst his Love doth me enflame Hear what a Charge I give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night 8. My dearest Saviours Voice I hear He comes on my account Nothing can stop his full Career No not Corruptions Mount 9. My Lord makes hast from Heav'n to Earth And he himself presents To Men of a polluted Birth By Word and Sacraments Tho' like a Wall our frail Estate Prevents a perfect Sight Yet thro' his Ordinances Grate Dart in some Beams of Light 10. My Lord to me did thus begin Arise my Love and flee From World Flesh Satan Self and Sin O come away to me 11. Time was when thou wast cold and dead An Heir of Wrath thou wast And Vengeance-Storms hung o're thy Head But those sad Days are past 12. The Flowers of Grace begin to spring In Thee so hopefully That all the Heav'nly Quire doth sing Glory to God on High 13. My Church thou art my tender Plant My Dews have nourish'd Thee Now thou art 〈◊〉 mine now thou must grant Thy Fruit thy Self to Me. 14. My heartless Dove why dost thou faint And hide thy self from me Thou know'st not how I love a Saint How welcome thou should'st be Come come before thy Lord appear Thy Person joys my Sight Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear Thy Voice is my Delight 15. Ye Men of God whose Charge it is In God's Courts to attend Restrain those Enemies of his Which do his Church offend 16. Mine through my Faith is my dear Lord His through his Love am I He feeds his People with his Word Which tasts most pleasantly 17. He feeds them with his Word of Grace Till Glories Day appears Which all the Shades away shall chase Of Sins and Griefs and Fears Come Love come Lord come that long day My earnest Expectation Shovel these Days out of the way These Hills of Separation The VERSION CHAP. III. The Church 1. HIM whom my Soul doth love I sought By Night upon my Bed I sought him but I found him not My Souls Delight was fled 2. And slug I here I 'll now arise And go about the Town I 'll search the Streets and broader ways Until I find my own Up did I get and out I went My Dearest to regain But when I had my Labour spent Alas it was in vain 3. The City-watch did light on me Of whom I did enquire In any Street pray Did ye see The Man whom I admire 4. 'T was but a little while that I Had from the Watch-men pass'd But I did find my only Joy And then I held him fast I held and would not let him go Till I had brought him home Into my Mothers House and so Into my Native Room 5. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor ' wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 6. What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises Perfum'd with Myrrh and Frankincense And all the Merchants Spices The Church 7. Such Ornaments his Bed do grace As Solomons Bed commend Where threescore Men of Israels Race His valiant Guards attend 8. They all hold Swords couragiously They all know how to Fight Each hath his Sword upon his Thigh Because of Fear i' th' Night The Chariot of King Solomon Which for himself he made Was of the Wood of Lebanon Which Silver Pillars had 10. Gold was the bottom and above Rich Purple cover'd it The midst whereof was pav'd with Love For Salems Daughters Fit 11. Look Virgins on King Solomon His Crown so Rich so Gay Wherewith his Mother Crown him on His Joyful Marriage-day The Paraphrase CHAP. III. The Church 1. ONce did I seek my dearest Lord But with a sleepy Mind His presence he did not afford Slack Seekers cannot find 2. Shall I said I forgoe my Christ And so close up mine Eyes No no he was so dearly mist I could not but arise My Bed was Thorus no Bed for me Nothing could give me rest Till I my dearest Lord might see And can upon his Breast VVhen private means could not prevail In publick Him I sought I waited till my Eyes did fail Alas I found him not 3. God's holy VVatchmen did Me find Of whom I did enquire Pray can ye help my troubled Mind VVhich doth a Christ desire O happy Stars if ye might be My Guides to Jesus now Seers did ye my Saviour see Pray tell me where and how Means must be us'd but cannot heal VVithout a Sovereign VVord Christ only can himself reveal And still I lack'd my Lord. 4. One dark Hour more I did sustain And then the Night was past Tho' I had sought so long in vain I found my Lord at last I found my Lord and held him fast And would not let him part My New-found Jesus I embrac'd And Lodg'd Him in my Heart I would not lose my Christ again And gain a Second Hell My Prayers and Tears did him constrain VVithin my Soul to dwell As Clouds are pierc'd with powerful light His Beams thro' me did shine His dear Assemblies saw this Sight And joy'd that Christ was mine 5. Christ's Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night Weak Believers 6. What Heav'nly Souls from Earth arise And do at Heav'n aspire They mount they soar they fix their Eyes On God their chief Desire Earths Wilderness they nobly scorn Whilst others Rake for it Heav'ns Graces them do so Adorn That they for Heav'n are fit The Church 7. Admire not me but my dear Lord Whose Bosom gives me rest Whose Angels watch with one accord That none should me molest 8. These Heav'nly Guards are full of might And ready do they stand For to defend his Churches Right When he shall them command When Darkness breeds tormenting Fear Then help comes from on High A strengthing Angel doth appear Amidst that Agony 9. Heav'n is the High and Glorious Throne Of my most Glorious Lord Who yet on Earth Rides up and down I' th' Chariot of his Word 10. His Word is rich and strong and pure As all his Saints do prove VVho of its true Intent are sure And find it 's Heart is Love 11. Go ye that own the Highest Name
Behold a Glorious Shew How the Almighty spreads his Fame And what his VVord can do This mighty King Rides Conquering His Word goes forth with Might VVhich wooes and wins the Slaves of Sin Both by its Force and Light Those Slaves their Hellish Lords forsake And Christ do humbly own And as his Spouse he them doth take And wears them as his Crown Great was their Need greater his Love Than their Necessity As well they may glad do they prove But not so glad as He. The VERSION CHAP. IV. Christ. 1. LO thou art Fair my only Love My Love lo thou art Fair Thine Eyes are like those of the Dove Within thy Locks of Hair Thy Hairy Locks are like Goats Flocks Which from Mount Gilead look 2. So are thy Teeth like well-shorn Sheep Come from the Washing Brook They Pregnant are as well as Fair For Fruit as well as View For each of them her Twins doth bear There 's â—ot one barren Ewe 3. Thy Lips are like a Scarlet-thread Thy Speech is sweet and fine Within thy Locks thy Temples Red Like broke Pomegranate shine 4. Thy Neck is like to David's Tower Strong built and raised high A thousand Shields for Men of Power Hang in that Armory 5. Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes Well shap'd and well agreed For they are loving Twins and those Among the Lillies feed 6. Vntil the Day have chas'd away The Dusky Shades I will Betake me to the Mount of Myrrh And to the Incense-Hill 7. All over fair my Love thou art And so thou seem'st to me There is not one uncomly Part Not one dark Spot in Thee 8. Come Love with me from Lebanon From Lebanon with me Since Thou and I are joyn'd in One Thy Lebanon I 'll be From Shenirs Top from Hermon book And from Amana high Those Lions Dens must be forsook And where the Leoparc's lie 9. My Spouse my Sister thou hast Gain'd A perfect Victory Over my Heart by thy bright chain And by thy Brighter Eye 10. How fair and pleasant is thy Love My dearest spause to Me O how I prize it far above The Richest wines that be O how my Sisters Ointments smell What sweetness do they yield This pleasant scent doth far Excel The sweet Arabian Field 11. Thy Lips drop like the Honey comb There Milk with Honey Flows I smell the smelâ—s of Lebanon from The Garments of my Spouse 12. My Sister and my Spouse is Veil'd That she may be suppos'd A Spring shut up a Fountain seal'd A Garden well enclos'd 13. Thou hast a pleasant Nursery Where sweet Pomegranates grow And Fruits which please both Taste and Eye Thereto the Spices flow 14. As Camphire Spikenard Calamus Saffron and Cynamon Myrrh Aloes and Incense Trees With each Spice of Renown 15. A Garden Fountain is my Love A Living Well is She Like Lebanons Streams which swiftly move And down to Jordan flee The Church 16. Am I a Garden Then O North Awake and on it Breath Thy quickning Breath will summon forth The Odours from Beneath Am I a Garden Then O South Come on this Garden blow One Sovereign Blast out of thy Mouth vvill make its Spices flow Then then into his Paradise Let my Beloved come And eat his Fruits and get his Spice And count himself at home The Paraphrase CHAP. IV. Christ 1. Mr Dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Loyal and so Kind Ev'n thy Profession I esteem Because it springs from Grace Which makes Thee yet more comely seem As Hair adorns the Face 2. Thy Pastors which prepare thy Food Do in their Minds agree Their Lives and Doctrines both are good And bring much Fruit to me 3. Thy Speech so season'd is with Grace That many Hearts it moves And Graces colour in thy Face It s great Advantage proves 4. Thy Faith which joyns thee to thy Head Doth shield thine inward parts This Shield hath oft extinguished The Devil's Fiery Darts 5. The two Breasts of thy Testaments Most friendly do accord Which 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 Fill. 6. The Word is here the Churches Fare And Faith the Churches Light Till Shades give way to Glories Day Then shall she live by Sight Mean-while my Gracious Presence shall Her dear Assemblies fill Her Prayers shall be most sweet to me Sweet as the Incense-Hill Mean-while my Glorious Presence shall Fill Heav'n that Holy Ground Where Cherubims and Seraphims Their Hallelujahs sound 7. My dearest Church how clear art thou On whom no sin remains My Blood apply'd hath purify'd Thee from thy Guilts and stains Thou art to me as white as Snow And tho' thou finnest still Grace keeps thee in thou canst not sin With full consent of Will 8. Let my Fair Glories thee intice To come along with me Forsake thine Earthly Paradise Thy Paradise I 'll be Birth Pleasures Riches Friends and Fame Are all summ'd up in Me. O that thou knew'st how good I am Come now and tast and see The World 's an howling Wilderness Fill'd with the Beasts of Prey Whilst that they Rage Roar and Oppress On Canaan fix thine Eye 9. My Heaven-born Spouse whom I embrace My Joy and Crown thou art Thine Eye of Faith thy Chain of Grace Have overcome my Heart 10. My Dearest Spouse of Heav'nly Birth Thy Love is more to Me Than all the Pleasures of the Earth And sweet thy Graces be 11. Thy Speeches in thy Heart are bred And sweetly do they flow Thy works do such a savour spread As Lebanons Spices do 12. Disguised to the World thou go'st Heav'n in a Mystery To me thou Run'st to me thou Flow'st None knows thy worth but I As thou art mine so I am thine My Love doth guard thy Heart Thy Heart 's with me my Love 's with thee My Church how safe thou art 13 14. My Church thou art a Paradise Where Fruits and Spices grow Fair are thy Fruits and from thy Spice Thy sweetest Odours flow Thy tender Plants thy Children are Their Graces Fruits and Spice I am the Tree of Life in Thee My Church my Paradise 15. Thou art a Spring which to thy Plants Dâ—st thy pure Streams derive Vnder thine Eye and Ministry Thy Blest Assemblies thrive The Church 16. My Lord if I a Garden am Then let thy Spirit blow And with its Gales refresh the same And make my Graces flow And when thy Spirit thus hath blown And I do flourish most Then let my Dearest Lord come down And feed upon his Cost So poor I am so great thou art The Lord how can I Feast Furnish the Table of my Heart Then come and be my Guest The VERSION CHAP. V. Christ. 1. I 'M come into a Paradise My Sister and my Spouse I 've gather'd of my Myrrh and Spice VVhich in my Garden grows
Bliss Most pure most sweet and good The fond inchanted VVorld admires Their Idols here below Their creeping groveling poor Desires Their Childish Minds do shew Did but my Glorious Lord appear O did they him but know What formerly their Glories were Would be no longer so The lesser Lights all disappear When once my Sun doth shine And tho' Ten Thousand Lords were here None could be like to mine My Lord he is the King of Kings The Fairest of all Fairs Of all your fine and boasted things None with my Lord compares VVhat 's your thick Clay Your stones bring forth VVhich ye your Jewels call My Lord he is of real worth And goes beyond them all 11. His Godhead and his Government Are infinitely pure Most Glorious and most Excellent And ever shall endure 12. His is a pure and piercing Eye Thro' all the Earth it moves VVhich the dark Hypocrite doth spy And secret good approves 13. His Cheeks appear most bright and clear VVhen he himself doth shew Methinks I in a Garden walk VVhere Flowers and Spices grow VVhen he doth my affections stir And speaks unto my Mind Methinks the Lillies drop with Myrrh Such Savour do I find So sweet a Grace adorns his Face His Face like Heav'n doth shine And O what Musick do I hear VVhen he saith I am thine 14. His Hands are like to Rings of Gold The works of my dear Lord Are bright and comely to behold His VVorks fulfil his VVord The Tender Bowels of his Love How precious they be VVhen I am Griev'd his Bowels move And loudly plead for me 15. The sweet Proceedings of my Lord Are like his Purposes Holy and Pure and Firm and sure Both Love and Stedfastness His Countenance Majestical All Rev'rence doth Command If he but Frowns on us we fall But if he Smiles we stand 16. His Mouth is most exceeding sweet All sweetness like an Hive One word of his like Honey is O how it doth revive As I begun should I go on My Dearest Lord to Limn You 'd say all sweets compacteâ—â—â— And summed up in him My Lord is Larger than Desires Fairer than VVords can show One comely part fond Earth admires My Lord is wholly so O Heav'n-born Souls This This is he Of whom ye did enquire This is the Friend that Loveth me This is my Hearts Desire The VERSION CHAP. VI. The Daughters of Jerusalem 1. FAirest of Fairs if thus it be O whither is he gone Tell us that we may seek with thee This thy Beloved One. The Church 2. Down to his Garden he is gone VVhere Beds of Spices are That he may Feed and Feast thereon And Gather Lillies there 3. I am my VVelbeloved ones My VVelbeloved's mine He Feeds and Treads in pleasant Meads VVhere the bright Lillies shine Christ. 4. My Love like Tirzah thou art Neat And like Jerusalem And like an Army so Compleat Men fly for Fear of them 5. O turn away thine Eyes from me Thy bright and sparkling Eyes To bear so great Felicity My strength doth not suffice Thy Hairy Locks are like Goats Flocks VVhich from Mount Gilead look 6. So are thy Teeth like VVell shorn sheep Come from the VVashing-brook They Pregnant are as well as Fair For Fruit as well as View For each of them her Twins doth bear There 's not one barren Ewe 7. As broke Pomegranate seemeth Red And shines exceeding clear So do the temples of thy Head Within thy Locks appear 8. Thrice twenty Queens together stand And fourscore Concubines And Virgins like the num'rous sand Which to the Sea adjoyns 9. My spotless Dove she is but one The Darling of her Mother Who loves and prizes her alone She knows not such another The Daughters saw her comely Lines And prais'd her Lovely Face Yea all the Queens and Concubines Admir'd her Beauteous Grace 10. VVhat Morn looks forth what Moon is there VVhat Sun may yonder be Fierce Troups with Flags display'd appear O what a One is She 11. To the Nut-Garden down I went To see the Fruits below VVhether the Vines their Grapes did vent And the Pomegranates grow 12. My Soul gave me a sudden twitch And made me nimbly slide Like those swift Chariots in which Amminadib did Ride 13. Return Return O Shulamite Return Return Apace That we may look with much delight Vpon thy Glorious Face What in the Shulamite I pray Do ye expect to see Two Armies set in good Array Even such a one is she The Paraphrase CHAP VI. The Church 1. WHilst thus my dearest Lord I prais'd As I could do no less They heard they look'd they stood amaz'd At my great happiness And when I ceas'd they thus reply'd O Fairest we must needs Congratulate thy Blest Estate Which ours so far exceeds O that we were in such a Case As we perceive thou art O that our Souls might find a place In thy Beloved's Heart Whither is thy Beloved gone Pray let us go with thee To seek thy Well beloved One Whose Face we fain would see 2. If you my dearest Lord would see Then go unto his Court Look where his Saints Assembled be Thither you must Resort For they his Pleasure-Gardens are Where he delights to be They are his Comfort and his Care There you my Lord may see Some Souls he breeds and some he feeds Others he doth remove Hence for his lower Gardens to His Paradise above 3. I am my Well-beloved ones My Well-beloved's mine To me his Love a Feast doth prove Beyond the Richest Wine Christ 4. My dearest Church on whom I see A Fair and Royal Stamp All sweetness joyn'd with Majesty Thou art both court and camp 5. Thy Prayers are arms thy Praises charms Thy Love is like a Dart Thy Faith and Graces are so strong They overcome my Heart Thy Fair Profession I esteem Because it springs from Grace Which makes thee yet more comely seem As Hair adorns the Face 6. Thy Pastors which prepare thy Food Do in their Minds agree Their Lives and Doctrines both are good And bring much Fruit to me 7. Thy countenance so shines with Grace That many Hearts it moves And Grace's colour in thy Face It s great Advantage proves 8. The World presents its glorious Shews But what are those to me In my dear Church my only Spouse All Glories do I see 9. Earths Pride would soon confounded be Should but my Spouse appear Who to her mother and to me Is so exceeding dear Her Noble Birth and Real Worth Have gain'd her so much Fame The greatest Princes of the Earth Have prais'd her worthy Name 10. Her Sweetness joyn'd with Majesty Her Presence much Endear'd Her Power with her Purity Made her both lov'd and fear'd 11. I have been with my new born Saints I have been down to see What Buds were on my tender Plants What hopes of Fruit for me 12. When my dear Church I hid my Face Thou did'st thy self bemoan I did but prove thy Faithful Love When thou thought'st I was gone
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
how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that
Lazarus must be Fed With Heavens rich Juices and with Angels Bread There is a Table richly Spread above There is an Everlasting Feast of Love A Feast which Friends and Friendship doth mantain Pale Envy is not there nor proud disdain They all are One In One they all agree One is there all which makes all one to be Here 's Height of Mirth with Depth of Seriousness Plenty without the Hazard of Excess Here are full Joys in Hand full Joys in View Here Wine and Appetite are ever new Ever begins their Feast and n're do end Whom growing Loaves and Living Springs attend Their Harps are well-strung Hearts well-tuned And Sacred Hallelujahs are their Songs Tongues Here sit the Saints Here the Believers Sire Is Nobly Seated in his Rich Attire Hither the King of Heaven new Guests doth call Nor can he come too late that comes at all The mighty One who dwells and rules on High Angels attend with an obedient Eye The Secrets of his Breasts they do not Skill But are the trusty Servants of his Will Thus charg'd he them ' Bring Lazarus to the Feast ' And let him take his Place next Abraham's Breast They heard with Rev'rence and obey'd their King Joy rais'd their Hearts nimbly shook their Wing They fled from Heaven yet Heaven was with them still It was their Heaven to do their Masters Will. They stopt not at the Stars that pompous show Who went to view a Brighter Star below The Point design'd they well did understand Who had old Voyagers been to Canaans Land There they had been Lots Guests who was their There had they been Elisha's flaming Guard Ward In that Land chiefly lay their Lords Affairs Wares They traffiqu'd there for Souls those precious Soon came they where Sick Lazarus had his Lare They stop'd and waited for their Passenger No visitant found they with him but the Lord No Nurse but Faith no Cordial but the Word They heard him praying ' Lord some Mercy Show ' For I can find no mercy here below This said he sigh'd and was of Life bereav'd He gave his Soul and they his Soul receiv'd With Shouts and Songs triumphant up they went And to the Company did him present They shouted all and joy'd the New come Guest How gently stoops and leans on Abrahams Breastâ— Whom Dives Curs'd and stately Fools disdain'd How is he Blest how is he Entertain'd Tho' Vertue here on Earth neglected lies Yet Heaven will raise it for 't is born to rise Dives that silken God must never dye Unless his Creatures and false Prophets lye He 's safe if Death be cast as far behind His Body as it is below his Mind He 's always young He learns it from his Glass Which smooths his furrow'd Brow and paints his face But a Cold striking hand consutes the Lie Down falls his Flattering Glass his Fancies dye His Garden-walks must him no longer know The Life-tree in his Garden doth not grow His Palace must be chang'd for a dark Tomb That was his Inn but this must be his Home He must no longer at his Table stay The Voider Death is come to take away Death that abhorr'd both Name and thing comes on And potently torments this Potent One It makes Amazing Breaches and in short Hath seiz'd the Out-works and attacks the Fort In what a wretched Posture doth he lye He cannot live and yet he dares not dye His Debt must be distrain'd for he 'll not pay Nor yield his Ghost it must be fetcht away He sprunts he struggles but Death keeps him under And with one stroke tears Flesh and Soul asunder Then rang the House with his five Brethrens Cries Alas our Brother so they clos'd his Eyes His outward parts are wash'd his inner Rooms Stuffed with Arabian Sweets and rich Perfumes Now Death his Purple is now he 's allow'd Fine Linnen too but 't is a Fun'ral Shrowd Grave-fac'd Spectators with their Garments torn And Shrouded Lips attend the Room doth mourn Ah what a poor Revenge is this on Fate For him that cannot live to Lie in State Amidst the Gazing Crowd the Bearers come With Pomp they bring him to his painted Tomb. Minstrels and Trumpeters their Noises joyn And Women sell false Tears for Currant Coyn. Now lest his Friends should in salt streams be drown'd The Cup of Consolation goes its Round But stay my Soul 't is Death that thou must view Not shadows which dead Bodies do Ensue What a dark Notion and Abstrusity Is this to living Men that they must die Grim Death on his pale Horse Triumphant Rides He strikes us through our nearest Kinsmans Sides Yet are we sensless as the stupid Mule Live as Exceptions from the Common Rule We cast a Cloth o're Death 't is soon forgot We charm the Serpent and it stings us not Now might one let this pleasant Error pass If Death was all but Death his Second has When once the Dissolution Hour is come Out goes the Soul to hear her Final Doom You who have slightly heard the Fun'ral Knell Now hear the Voice which dooms the Ghost to Hell For those whose hearts an Earthquake will not shake Thro' Heav'ns Loud-roaring Cannons may awake Dives black Ghost all Horrour and Despair Is from its Prison snatch'd to th' dismal Bar Behind him the impatient Devils roar His Sins those worst of Devils stand before With Terrors thus besieg'd in every place He hears a Voice but might not see the Face The Voice was roaring Thunder in his Ears The words were tearing Bolts and flaming Spears Go thou accurst vile Caitif hence away To damned Ghosts Come Devils take your prey Struck with this Thunder down he sunk he fell And was a Triumph to the Fiends of Hell Th' ingenious Tyrants did a Council pack Their Malice set their Wits upon the Wrack When they had joyntly study'd to Torment For their pale Prisoner then in haste they sent They chain'd and stak'd him to a furious Flame Where constant streams of Brimstone feed the â—ame Behold Sins Martyr and Hells Sacrifice He yells and howls and vents unpity'd Cries He finds no Friendly Ear or tender Eye He feells a thousand deaths but cannot die Like burning Brass he 's Fir'd in every part A Vultur lives upon his living Heart God's gone he 's gone and what an Hell is this To be depriv'd of everlasting Bliss O this Eternal Banishment is worse Than all the Remnant of the Dooms-day Curse This Hell of Hell may thus be understood No torments are so bad as God is good Besides an Appetite in Man doth lie Which nothing but a God can satisfie And tho' this Appetite be here deluded By various Objects in God's room obtruded Yet when at death all these are laid aside Then thirsts the Soul for God but is deny'd This Thirst unquench'd is such an inward Flame An Hell in Hell is its deserved Name In Hell there cannot be an Atheist 'T is Hell in Hell that God is dearly mist Poor Dives
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