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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63950	The golden grove, or, A manuall of daily prayers and letanies, fitted to the dayes of the week containing a short summary of what is to be believed, practised, desired : also festival hymns, according to the manner of the ancient church, composed for the use of the devout, especially of younger persons / by the author of The great exemplar.	Taylor, Jeremy, 1613-1667.	1655 (1655)	Wing T336; ESTC R17298	60,024	193

dearest union of love and holiness and mine to him in all sweetness and charity and compliance Keep from me all morosity and ungentleness all sullenness and harshness of disposition all pride and vanity all discontentedness and unreasonableness of passion and humour and make me humble and obedient charitable and loving patient and contented useful and observant that we may delight in each other according to thy blessed Word and Ordinance and both of us may rejoyce in thee having our portion in the love and service of God for ever and ever IV. OBlessed Father never suffer any mistakes or discontent any distrustfulness or sorrow any trifling arrests of fancy or unhandsome accident to cause any unkindness between us but let us so dearly love so affectionately observe so religiously attend to each others good and content that we may alwayes please thee and by this learn and practise our duty and greatest love to thee and become mutual helps to each other in the way of godliness that when we have received the blessings of a married life the comforts of society the endearments of a holy and great affection and the dowry of blessed children we may for ever dwell together in the embraces of thy love and glories feasting in the Marriage-supper of the Lamb to eternal ages through Jesus Christ our Lord Amen Amen A Prayer for a holy and happy Death Oeternal and holy Jesus who by death hast overcome death and by thy Passion hast taken out its sting and made it to become one of the gates of heaven and an entrance to felicity have mercy upon me now and at the hour of my death let thy grace accompany me all the dayes of my life that I may by a holy conversation and an habitual performance of my duty wait for the coming of our Lord and be ready to enter with thee at whatsoever hour thou shalt come Lord let not my death be in any sense unprovided nor untimely nor hasty but after the manner of men having in it nothing extraordinary but an extraordinary piety and the manifestation of a great and miraculous mercy Let my senses and my understanding be preserved intire till the last of my dayes and grant that I may die the death of the righteous free from debt and deadly sin having first discharged all my obligations of Justice leaving none miserable and unprovided in my departure but be thou the portion of all my friends and relatives and let thy blessing descend upon their heads and abide there till they shall meet me in the bosome of our Lord Preserve me ever in the communion and peace of the Church and bless my Death-bed with the opportunity of a holy and a spiritual Guide with the assistance and guard of Angels with the reception of the holy Sacrament with patience and dereliction of my own desires with a strong faith and a firm and humbled hope with just measures of repentance and great treasures of charity to thee my God and to all the world that my soul in the arms of the holy Jesus may be deposited with safety and joy there to expect the revelation of thy day and then to partake the glories of thy Kingdome O eternal and holy Jesus Amen FESTIVAL HYMNES I will sing with the spirit and I will sing with the understanding also HYMNS Celebrating the Mysteries and chief Festivals of the Year according to the manner of the Ancient Church fitted to the fancy and devotion of the younger and pious persons Apt for memory and to be joyned to their other PRAYERS Hymns for Advent or the weeks immediately before the Birth of our blessed Saviour I. WHen Lord O when shall we Our dear Salvation see Arise arise Our fainting eyes Have long'd all night and 't was a long one too Man never yet could say He saw more then one day One day of Edens seven The guilty hours there blasted with the breath Of sin and death Have ever since worn a nocturnal hue But thou hast given us hopes that we At length another day shall see Wherein each vile neglected place Gilt with the aspect of thy face Shall be like that the porch and gate of Heaven How long dear God how long See how the Nations throng All humane kinde Knit and combin'd Into one body look for thee their Head Pity our multitude Lord we are vile and rude Headless and sensless without thee Of all things but the want of thy blest face O haste apace And thy bright self to this our body wed That through the influx of thy power Each part that er'st confusion wore May put on order and appear Spruce as the childhood of the year When thou to it shalt so united be Amen The second Hymn for Advent or Christs coming to Jerusalem in triumph LOrd come away Why dost thou stay Thy rode is ready and thy paths made strait With longing expectation wait The Consecration of thy beauteous feet Ride on triumphantly behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in thy way Hosanna welcome to our hearts Lord here Thou hast a Temple too and full as dear As that of Sion and as full of sin Nothing but Thieves and Robbers dwell therein Enter and chase them forth cleanse the floore Crucifie them that they may never more Profane that holy place Where thou hast chose to set thy face And then if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of thy Deity The stones out of the Temple wall Shall cry aloud and call Hosanna and thy glorious footsteps greet Amen Hymns for Christmas-day I. MY sterious truth that the self same should be A Lamb a Shepherd and a Lion too Yet such was he Whom first the shepherds knew When they themselves became Sheep to the Shepherd Lambe Shepherd of Men and Angels Lamb of God Lion of Judah by these Titles keep The Wolf from thy indangered Sheep Bring all the world unto thy Fold Let Jews and Gentiles hither come In numbers great that can't be told And call thy Lambs that wander home Glory be to God on high All glories be to th' glorious Deity The second Hymn being a Dialogue between three Shepherds 1. WHere is this blessed Babe That hath made All the world so full of joy And expectation That glorious boy That crowns each Nation With a triumphant wreath of blessedness 2. Where should he be but in the throng And among His Angel Ministers that sing And take wing Just as may Echo to his Voyce And rejoyce When wing and tongue and all May so procure their happiness 3. But he hath other Waiters now A poor Cow An Ox and Mule stand and behold And wonder That a stable should enfold Him that can thunder Chorus O what a gracious God have we How good how great even as our misery The third Hymn Of Christs birth in an Inne THe blessed Virgin travail'd without pain And lodged in an Inne A glorious Star the signe But of a greater guest then ever

came that way For there he lay That is the God of Night and Day And over all the pow'rs of heaven doth reign It was the time of great Augustus Tax And then he comes That payes all sums Even the whole price of lost humanity And sets us free From the ungodly Emperie Of Sin and Satan and of Death O make our hearts blest God thy lodging place And in our brest Be pleas'd to rest For thou lov'st Temples better then an Inne And cause that sin May not profane the Deity within And sully o're the ornaments of Grace Amen A Hymn upon S. Johns day THis day We sing The friend of our eternal King Who in his bosome lay And kept the Keys Of his profound and glorious Mysteries Which to the world dispensed by his hand Made it stand Fix'd in amazement to behold that light Which came From the Throne of the Lamb To invite Our wretched eyes which nothing else could see But fire and sword hunger and miserie To anticipate by their ravish'd sight The beauty of Celestial delight Mysterious God regard me when I pray And when this load of clay Shall fall away O let thy gracious hand conduct me up Where on the Lambs rich viands I may sup And in this last Supper I May with thy friend in thy sweet bosome lie For ever in Eternity Allclujah Upon the day of the holy Innocents MOurnful Judah shreeks and cries At the obsequies Of their Babes that cry More that they lose the paps then that they die He that came with life to all Brings the Babes a funeral To redeem from slaughter him Who did redeem us all from sin They like himself went spotless hence A sacrifice to Innocence Which now does ride Trampling upon Herods pride Passing from their fontinels of clay To heaven a milky and a bloody way All their tears and groans are dead And they to rest and glory fled Lord who wert pleas'd so many babes should fall Whil'st each sword hop'd that every of the All Was the desir'd King make us to be In Innovence like them in Glory thee Amen Upon the Epiphany and the three wise men of the East coming to worship JESUS A Comet dangling in the aire Presag'd the ruine both of Death and Sin And told the wise-men of a King The King of Glory and the Sun Of Righteousness who then begun To draw towards that blessed Hemisphere They from the furthest East this new And unknown light pursue Till they appeare In this blest Infants King's propitious eye And pay their homage to his Royalty Persia might then the rising Sun adore It was Idolatry no more Great God they gave to thee Myrrhe Frankincense and Gold But Lord with what shall we Present our selves before thy Majesty Whom thou redeem'dst when we were sold W' have nothing but our selves scarce that neither Vile dirt and clay Yet it is soft and may Impression take Accept it Lord and say this thou had'st rather Stamp it and on this sordid metal make Thy holy Image and it shall out-shine The beauty of the golden Myne Amen A Meditation of the Four last things Death Judgment Heaven Hell For the time of Lent especially A Meditation of Death DEath the old Serpents Son Thou had'st a sting once like thy Sire That carried Hell and ever-burning fire But those black dayes are done Thy foolish spite buried thy sting In the profound and wide Wound of our Saviours side And now thou art become a tame and harmless thing A thing we dare not fear Since we hear That our triumphant God to punish thee For the affront thou didst him on the Tree Hath snatcht the keyes of Hell out of thy hand And made thee stand A Porter to the gate of Life thy mortal enemie O thou who art that Gate command that he May when we die And thither flie Let us into the Courts of Heaven through thee Allelujah The PRAYER MY Soul doth pant tow'rds thee My God Source of eternal life Flesh fights with me Oh end the strife And part us that in peace I may Unclay My wearied spirit and take My flight to thy eternal Spring Where for his sake Who is my King I may wash all my tears away That day Thou Conqueror of Death Glorious triumpher o're the Grave Whose holy breath Was spent to save Lost Mankinde make me to be stil'd Thy Child And take me when I dye And go unto my dust my Soul Above the sky With Saints enroll That in thy arms for ever I May lye Amen Of the Day of Judgement GReat Judge of all how we vile wretches quake Our guilty bones do ake Our marrow freezes when we think Of the consuming fire Of thine ire And horrid phials thou shalt make The wicked drink When thou the winepress of thy wrath shalt tread With feet of lead Sinful rebellious clay what unknown place Shall hide it from thy face When earth shall vanish from thy fight The heavens that never err'd But observ'd Thy laws shal from thy presence take their flight And kil'd with glory their bright eyes stark dead Start from their head Lord how shall we Thy enemies endure to see So bright so killing Majesty Mercy dear Saviour Thy Judgement seat We dare not Lord intreat We are condemn'd already there Mercy vouchsafe one look On thy book Of life Lord we can read the saving Jesus here And in his Name our own Salvation see Lord set us free The book of sin Is cross'd within Our debts are paid by thee Mercy Of Heaven O Beauteous God uncircumscribed treasure Of an eternal pleasure Thy Throne is seated far Above the highest Star Where thou prepar'st a glorious place Within the brightness of thy face For every spirit To inherit That builds his hopes on thy merit And loves thee with a holy charity What ravish'd heart S●…raphick tongue or eyes Clear as the mornings rise Can speak or think or see That bright eternity Where the great Kings transparent Throne Is of an intire Jaspar stone There the eye O'th'Chrysolite And a sky Of Diamonds Rubies Chrysoprase And above all thy holy face Makes an eternal Clarity When thou thy Jewels up dost binde that day Remember us we pray That where the Beryl lyes And the Crystal 'bove the skyes There thou may'st appoint us place Within the brightness of thy face And our Soul In the Scrowl Of life and blissfulness enrowl That we may praise thee to eternity Allelujah Of Hell HOrrid darkness sad and fore And an eternal Night Groans and shrieks and thousands more In the want of glorious light Every corner hath a Snake In the accursed lake Seas of fire beds of snow Are the best delights below A Viper from the fire Is his hire That knows not moments from Eternity Glorious God of Day and Night Spring of eternal Light Allelujahs Hymns and Psalms And Coronets of Palms Fill thy Temple evermore O mighty God Let not thy bruising rod Crush our loins with an eternal

pressure O let thy mercy be the measure For if thou keepest wrath in store We all shall die And none be left to glorifie Thy Name and tell How thou hast sav'd our souls from Hell Mercy On the Conversion of S. Paul FUll of wrath his threatning breath Belching nought but chains and death Saul was arrested in his way By a voice and a light That if a thousand dayes Should joyn rayes To beautifie one day It would not shew so glorious and so bright On his amazed eyes it night did fling That day might break within And by those beams of Faith Make him of a childe of wrath Become a vessel full of glory Lord curb us in our dark and sinful way We humbly pray When we down horrid precipices run With feet that thirst to be undone That this may be our story Allelujah On the Purification of the blessed Virgin PUre and spotless was the Maid That to the Temple came A pair of Turtle-doves she paid Although she brought the Lamb Pure and spotless though she were Her body chaste and her soul faire She to the Temple went To be purifi'd And try'd That she was spotless and obedient O make us to follow so blest Precedent And purifie our souls for we Are cloth'd with sin and misery From our conception One imperfection And a continued state of sin Hath sullied all our faculties within We present our souls to thee Full of need and misery And for Redemption a Lamb The purest whitest that e're came A Sacrifice to thee Even he that bled upon the Tree On Good-Friday THe Lamb is eaten and is yet again Preparing to be slain The Cup is full and mixt And must be drunk Wormwood and gall To this are draughts to beguile care withall Yet the Decree is fixt Doubled knees and groans and cries Prayers and sighs and flowing eyes Could not intreat His sad Soul sunk Under the heavy pressure of our sin The pains of Death and Hell About him dwell His Fathers burning wrath did make His very heart like melting wax to sweat Rivers of blood Through the pure strainer of his skin His boiling body stood Bubling all o're As if the wretched whole were but one dore To let in pain and grief And turn out all relief O thou who for our sake Didst drink up This bitter Cup Remember us we pray In thy day When down The strugling throats of wicked men The dregs of thy just fury shall be thrown Oh then Let thy unbounded mercy think On us for whom Thou underwent'st this heavy doom And give us of the well of life to drink Amen On the Annunciation to the blessed Virgin A Winged harbinger from bright heav'n flown Bespeaks a lodging room For the mighty King of Love The spotless structure of a Virgin womb O'reshadow'd with the wings of the blest Dove For he was travelling to earth But did desire to lay By the way That he might shift his clothes and be A perfect Man as well as we How good a God have we who for our sake To save us from the burning lake Did change the order of Creation At first he made Man like himself in his own Image now In the more blessed reparation The Heavens bow Eternity took the measure of a span And said Let us make our self like Man And not from Man the Woman take But from the Woman Man Allelujah we adore His Name whose goodness hath no store Allelujah Easter day WHat glorious light How bright a Sun after so sad a night Does now begin to dawn Bless'd were those eyes That did behold This Sun when he did first unfold His glorious beams and now begin to rise It was the holy tender Sex That saw the first ray Saint Peter and the other had the reflex The second glimpse o'th'day Innocence had the first and he That fled and then did penance next did see The glorious Sun of Righteousness In his new dress Of triumph immortality and bliss O dearest God preserve our souls In holy innocence Or if we do amiss Make us to rise again to th' life of Grace That we may live with thee and see thy glorious face The crown of holy Penitence Allelujah On the day of Ascension HE is risen higher not set Indeed a cloud Did with his leave make bold to shroud The Sun of Glory from Mount Olivet At Pentecost hee 'll shew himself again When every ray shall be a tongue To speak all comforts and inspire Our Souls with their celestial fire That we the Saints among May sing and love and reign Amen On the Feast of Pentecost or Whitsunday TOngues of fire from heaven descend With a mighty rushing wind To blow it up and make A living fire Of heavenly Charity and pure desire Where they their residence should take On the Apostles sacred heads they sit Who now like Beacons do proclaim and tell Th' invasion of the host of Hell And give men warning to defend Themselves from the inraged brunt of it Lord let the flames of holy Charity And all her gifts and graces slide Into our hearts and there abide That thus refined we may soar above With it unto the element of Love Even unto thee dear Spirit And there eternal peace and rest inherit Amen Penitentiall Hymns I. LOrd I have sinn'd the black number swells To such a dismal sum That should my stony heart and eyes And this whole sinful trunk a flood become And run to tears their drops could not suffice To count my score Much less to pay But thou my God hast blood in store And art the Patron of the poore Yet since the Balsam of thy Blood Although it can will do no good Unless the wounds be cleans'd with tears before Thou in whose sweet but pensive face Laughter could never steal a place Teach but my heart and eyes To melt away And then one drop of Balsam will suffice Amen II. GReat God and just how canst thou fee Dear God our miserie And not in mercy set us free Poor miserable man how wert thou born Weak as the dewy jewels of the Morn Rapt up in tender dust Guarded with sins and lust Who like Court flatterers waite To serve themselves in thy unhappy fate Wealth is a snare and poverty brings in Inlets for theft paving the way for sin Each perfum'd vanity doth gently breath Sin in thy Soul and whispers it to Death Our faults like ulcerated sores do go O're the sound flesh and do corrupt that too Lord we are sick spotted with sin Thick as a crusty Lepers skin Like Nuaman bid us wash yet let it be In streams of blood that flow from thee Then will we sing Touch'd by the heavenly Doves bright wing Hallelujahs Psalms and Praise To God the Lord of night and dayes Ever good and ever just Ever high who ever must Thus be sung is still the same Eternal praises crown his Name Amen A Prayer for Charity FUll of Mercy full of Love Look upon us