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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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1655
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Wing D1411; ESTC R32402
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TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE To be sung with any of the common Tunes of the PSALMS COL 3. 16. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisedom teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and spirituall songs singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord EDINBVRGH Printed by Andro Anderson ANNO DOM 1655. TO THE READER SInce CHRISTS fair Truth craves no mans art Take this rude Song in better part TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE I Have a heart for love and love I cannot choose but have A love that can give full content the least as I can crave I want not suters and they all have agents still with me Who promise that which I do seek but sure I know they lie Though honour height to lift me up and mammon me to serve Yet their attendants skars me not nor makes my heart to swerve Pale fear duske envie care and toyle with other ill hew'd wights Wait for my service if I weed their masters O what sights The onely thing like to prevaile was match unto my minde When fancie buskde my party with perfections of each kind But now I see that fancie is not reall as it seemes No earthly love can give content all loves but Christs are dreams Then why want I contenting love since Christs love may be had In whom is all that I do seek or can be thought or said What other loves do seem to have is truely in him found The scattered beauties of them all in him are jointly bound What they do lack and cannot have because they finit be It s infinit in him it stands for ever still O Hee He he is only worthy love and nothing else but he Alas that vanity so long hath so bewitched me Why heard I flattering idols words why did I parly keep Why suffer'd I affection to sing me so asleep How went I on so foolishly and keept so oft their tryst As if false loves could be found true and had no minde of Christ No not when Christ was suiting me and they found oft untrue I stack still in their bonds and could my self no wayes rescue Yet good and wise Lord Jesus Christ did still pursue my love He knew though I refus'd my heart was his he could me move And now it s done my love is thine Lord Jesus home receive This whorish heart and suffer not my soul hence to deceive There shall my suiters all me serve but thou my love shall be They shal be mine not I theirs else they shall not follow me Thus shal I have advantage twise and blest shal be my lot I le get my lovers goods and love above theirs well I wot A love that will not me despise though I unworthy be Though vile and loathsome yet will he not loath but pitty mee Though fickle I he will not change his constancy is known Of change no shadow is with him he loves for ay his own When I for want of wit and strength offend and do confesse He will not chide but pardon me my faults both more and lesse He will not charge upon me lay more nor I may well bear But will my burthens as I need support I do not fear No wrath at others wil cause him unpleasant be to me No flanderer will get his ear to heare of me a lye He will not misconstruct my words he will not angry be Nor fret without a cause nor frowne nor fitch a fault falsly Nor mark my wayes so narrowly as nothing to passe by His love will hide my sin in love faith safely may rely He will not waste his heritage nor will himself disgrace No foes can hurt him and their spyt he turnes upon their face His love to other Saints shal not work prejudice to me More then the Suns light unto all doth hinder me to see No causelesse jealousie will vex at any time his minde But if he see my heart go wrong I know he is so kinde As to admonish and rebuke and chasten if it need And so me save from perishing too oft deserv'd indeed If I be sad he will be loath yet more to vex my heart If any other will do so 'gainst them hee 'l take my part And those that grieve me he will grieve and curse them more and lesse That curseth me so will he those that blesse me surely blesse If trouble set about me round he will not me forsake Nor leave me comfortlesse alone but pity on me take And if he hide his face a while as wisedome oft requires He doth but excercise my faith and sharpen my desires And if he seeme to stay well long that I become so dead As I can neither say nor sing nor meditate nor read Nor do ought else that might asswadge hearts pangs in such a case But sit and droup and hang my head long looking for his grace Uttering but broken words or none perplext with thoughts confusde Suggestions whisper all the while as if I were refusde Yet still his gracious hand doth me support with secret strength And makes me in these deeps not drown but brings me through at length Mean time he keeps my scattered words and failing those my teares In books and bottels and takes course to rid me out of fears And failing both my words and tears he makes each wofull grone And failing those my sighes and all the parcels of my mone Yea when I fit astonished my lifted hands and looks Speaks all my minde to him as if it written were in books For he doth search the heart and knowes what is the spirits mind And as its fit gives answer to needs cry in every kinde And look how sharp these tryalls are their fruit is far more sweet His countenance compenseth all with one blink when we meet For he doth make my heart more glad then any tongue can tell Though grief was great yet joy is now more sweet nor grief was fell For judge ye whosoever felt what weight in sin what griefe In minde opprest what angnish is when soul sees no relief What torment in perplexity what horrour in Gods wrath What hell in feard eternity at loosing of his breath And presuppon a soul were sure to dwell at last above In heaven with Christ yet know ye not what langour is in love What sicknesse in deferred-hopes what battell with our so What trouble when God hides his face and seems us to forgo Now judge again when weights are lift grief anguish torments gone For wrath death hell eternity of fear now there is none But in their place the heart lift up life light and rest is come Felt love peace victorie hearts health and Christs Sprit all in summe Judge when our much prokocked Lord himself shews reconcilde If with the joy that then is felt a heart may not
not fear But fear may only thine offence whose love be bought so dear And since thou hast me bought so dear why may I not be sure That love which made thee pay my price shall stedfastly endure If I should lean to my free-will or strength I could not stand Oft had I perisht if my life had lyne in mine own hand I wonder not that such as leane to their works will or strength Fit others for and make themself apostasie at length For such do not deny themselves and so not follow thee I chasde am to thee for refuge and so preservde must be Chasde souls are sensible of sin and sensible of wrath And flee from both to thee for life and in thee draw their breath How then can such not persevere and so be sav'd at length Whom thou dost empty of their own and fils with thy fresh strength These are the souls that come to thee whom thou wilt not cast out These souls are drawn and driven to thee whom thou must save no doubt These are thy sheep for whom thou prayes for whose life thou didst die Whom liars shall not long deceive whom non can pull from thee These did thy Father give to thee with this expresse command Son see thou losse not one of those I 'le crave them at thine hand Keep them and make them persevere and lead them all the way Through life and death and raise them up to glory at that day Thou dost accept this charge and pawns thy honour charge to keep Our faithfull Sheepherd well I know not slumber will nor sleep These sin and Law chasde souls thou counts true Isaaks all to be Children of promise styling them and heirs annex'd with thee These are Gods Elect whom he hath predestinat of old And in his councell hath decreed to save as he hath told Whom to assure of endlesse life by his unchang'd decree His truth and oath he laid in pawn in which he cannot ly And swore by his eternall self for greater there was none That of this elect company there should not perish one And though these souls like ship on sea may fearfully be tost And whiles may seem close overwhelm'd yet none such shall be lost Their anker lyes within the vaile no winde can make it drive It lyes where thou art landed Lord and where we shall arrive Now who so saith that thy elect for all this perish may And that thy Saints of purpose call'd from thee may fall away And looses us from leaning on the strength of thy right hand They draw from building on the rock and bids us build on sand They say Peter and Iudas are alike belov'd of thee And that they both for gifts receiv'd alike beholden be As Iudas for his perishing may wyte the love of pelf So Peter his free-will for life may praise and thank himself They say thou knowest not who are thine of none they make thee sure They say the Lords foundation doth not ay firm indure They say thou chooses some to day and casts them off the morn They make thee like vain man to be and do thy counsell scorn They make thee pray for thine Elect and not get thy request Yea though thou for them live for ay to interceed as Priest Gods Elect whom to he gives right to be his sons and heirs They make them want sure right to have the heritage for theirs That Saints till death seduc'd may be and sheep pull'd from thine hand Whom God thee chargd to keep and save to say they do not stand Thy word thy oath thy covenant they make no certaintie Faiths anker they make drive they speak in iubstance blasphemie They make the merchand nothing wise and very short of thought Who pay'd the price and was not sure to have what thou had bought Yea so unwise as for thy sheep thine own life not to spare Whom thou may losse though so dear bought such foolish blocks are rare O wicked thoughts be far from me I know thy love doth last And whom of purpose thou dost call Thy grace doth hold them fast Whom thou dost love for them thou died for whom thou dy'd they live Thy love thy ransoning and heaven all joyntly thou dost give And whosoever hates his sin and sets his love on thee May be assur'd thou lovd'st him first and for his life didst die Now Lord thou knowes I hate my sin and seeks to have it slain Thou that knows all knows I thee love and feels it not in vain Then Lord my love thou wilt allow that I apply thy death And by that means perswaded rest to be exeemd from wrath And well I wot the ransome is sufficient eneugh Me to redeeme from hell and imp me in thee as thy bough For me thou emptied thy self and stood in Fathers aw For me thou emptied thy self and fulfilled the law For me thou took on thee the curse and felt thy Fathers wrath For me oft plunged was thy soul and heavy to the death For which I sinfully did laugh thou mournd and wept full sore For pleasure taken in my sin through grief oft didst thou roar For mine ill words thou silencd was and knew not what to say For mine ill deeds thou Lord was bound condemned and led away Thy ditty were each one my wrongs against both God and man Thy sentence was my due desert for sins whereto I ran These lashes laid upon thy skin those stripes and all thy wounds Were for my souls wounds made with sin O love which thus abounds O thus my love to see thee sad O thus to see thee weep O thus to hear thee grone and pant and cry with sighs cut deep O agony O fearfull sweat O tears O bloody drops How mingled down from cheeks to feet each chasing other hops To see my love for love of me on bloodie shoulders bear That crosse that curse that growing wrath and trembling thus for fear To see almighty God so weak lifes fountain thus to die With shame pain ov'rchargd till heaven wondred and all for me Woes me for all my sins woes me for roots of sin so strong Which have so long time grown in me and like to stick so long Oh help my Love to have them slain Oh here revenge thy death Oh on this ill avenge me too which wrong'd us both so hath Well's me I wot thou wilt anone grant this and each request Anone our joy perfite shall be anone our marriage feast For as thou died for me for me so also didst thou rise And reignes as God and shal me fetch so makes thy Word me wise Fond lovers Tell me now if you have any love like this Come take a share with me my Love wholly spirituall is Come