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A35958
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True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.
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Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.
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Wing D1411; ESTC R32402
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a Kingdome me allots Thy servants shape and service done from service sets me free And bondage of proud Sathans yoke and sins strong tyrranie Thy lurking thirty years unknown for ever makes me shine With glory far above the reach of subtilest ingine Thy name inrold in sinners book by baptisme makes my name To be inrolde among the Saints even those of greatest fame Thy offring suretiship for me to God at Iordans bank Hath fred me of my sins and hell well's me and God I thank I hear thee say to God Behold me and my children all I hear the Father answer thee I love you great and small I hear thee say Take me for them let me their burthen bear I hear the father cry Content come children come and hear Come hear the Covenant between me and my dearest Son Come give your hearts consent thereto and then your bargan's done I heare thee say Mans due is death I le do thy will O Lord My soul and body both for theirs let suffer I accord I hear thy Fathers voice from Heaven cry lovely Son art thou These all and this and that was I are thine I 'me pleased now I hear him say to all and me Go hear my Son and live He drew I came thou welcom'd me and life I feel dost give Now take me with thee where thou wilt for we must never shed In faith my soul is glew'd to thee lead me as blind are led Crosse Sathans teeth if our way ly and crosse each other foe To Priests to beanch to Golgotha lead me and I will go But lead and leave me not or else I cannot misse to fall If thou do hold me in thy hand I fear no foe at all Thy combats makes me not amazde for what could make me wo Thy victory my conflict makes to be with vanquishde so Thy going to the wildernesse brings me to Saints city Thy fighting all alone makes me fight in thy company Thy being tempted fourtie dayes all my dayes makes me sure Thy presence help and comfort shall with tempted me endure If by some wrong mean I be tempt to fill my natures lust Or God to tempt neglecting means under pretence of trust To help or hazard life some way which God will not allow I see thee still before me Lord my helper heer be thou It s true my flesh doth grieve to think what may thy Saints befall What horrible suggestions and blasphemies withall What shapes and apparitions by night some some by day Yea power of this flesh yet thou So usde my fear do stay Most dangerous of all me thinks when Sathan God to scorn In false religion worship craves and hids both hoof and horn And Angel-like in some mans mouth bids to some Image bow And worldly motives brings thy truth to cause me dis-avow In this case Lord give light that I may Sathan bid avoyd For thousands here for fault of light guild have been and destroide To free me from this ill I know new trouble shall me breed And make the world me persecute with spight in word and deed But so I may thy truth containe and still adhere to thee I fear no persecution nor wickeds injury More hatred can I not then thou no more despised be More chargde with bitter calumniès nor ofter get the lie More scornde and mocked in my face more followed at the back Finger and tongue shut forth withall murgeons that mockers make Lesse welcome where I offer love lesse thanked for good deeds Worse intertaind in my countrey worse furnisht in my needs More friendly handled by my friends and those of mine own blood Then thou was I yea none can be who suffer shall for good What can befall me which did not before befall to thee What more distrest for righteousnesse can I expect to be What ludging lesse then ly thereout what harder bed then rocks What sharper rest then not to sleep or to preveene the cocks What scant or want more then to have no penny in my purse Among such people as me hate and in their heart me curse What greater hunger then to faste and when it s come to eat To send and buy some course peece bread and get no other meat What greater drouth then want a drink in journey at mid-day And for a drink of water call and hear on say me nay What spoil of goods more then to strip me naked to the skin And in my sight divide my cloaths and then to scorn begin What danger more then present death by stones lift up to cast There steep down rocks heer man adjudgd to be thrown down made fast What banisht can I more be then for life chasde heer and there Without a hole to hide my head which even to beasts is rare What prison worse then fall in hands of persecuting Priests Thirsting like Wolves for blood of Saints to grace their godlesse feasts What judgement more unjust then find my party sit as judge And still the lesse fault he can finde the more at me to grudge And if I speak a modest truth to smite me on the face And pull the haire off head and cheeks and all me to disgrace What torment more then pricks thurst in on 's head fourscore at once Yea all the flesh with scourging rent and nothing safe but bones And those so racked in all joynts as sinews none go free But legs and armes asunder spelde hung up and naild on tree And what might seeme to be untouchde thy tender bowels all So burnt as slockning welcome was by vinegar and gall All this thou suffred Lord and more then any can expresse Why should I then be feard for such like suffering more or lesse Thou came to witnesse for the truth and so must all thine do Thou came to suffer for the truth and so must all thine too None follow thee except they be content thy crosse to bear None crownde shall be except they will for truth thy livery wear The truth is limit to thy word thine and none others saw Thy scriptures meaning thou wilt have my rule and thy full law O that I were inclinde to do what duties there are namde Then when I suffer should for truth I coulde not be ashamde And suffer must we else do wrong when men from age to age To chop and change thine ordinance run head-long in a rage And by their own traditions do make thy precepts voide Urging their own will more then thine so lyes thy Law destroide But thou Lord over all declares such worship to be vain And ere we yeeld thy jealousie wills rather we be slain Yea ere we do a needlesse work and weaken little ones We choose our urgers should us sink in deep seas with milstones Then strengthen Lord my faith in thee that flesh I do