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Spiritual songs, or, Songs of praise to Almighty God upon several occasions Together with the Song of Songs which is Solomons: [F]irst turn'd, then par[ap]hrased in English verse. To which may be added, Penitential cries.
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Mason, John, 1646?-1694.
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Wing M922A; ESTC R217649
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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
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