Like necke doth beare vp head So those doe stay as tovver of strength Till they at full are fed 6. Her eies are like tvvo fonts most cleaâ—… In which vve may vvell see Our selues in face in fact in faith And dravve thence life glee 7. Her nose from vvhence vve sent the good Is as some tovver of state For she can Iudg find it out From tyme to tyme past date The second speach Christ speakes still 1. HEr tire of head is full of Grace To all that doe it see And I am tyde by mine ovvne vvill O loue to be vvith thee 2. O loue hovve full in all thy parts Dvvells loue life by me Hovve svveet faire art thou in all When I doe looke on thee 3. Thy grovvth is like a Palme tree tall For prest thou dost rise more Thy teats are full of milke mirth And yeald thy babes great store 4. I said I vvill goe to my tree And ioyne me to my Palme make it yeald all salues for sores To cure all vvounds as Balme Christ speach still 5. And I vvill cause her for to yeâ—… Good vvorkes of faith life And vvâ—…h her povver to driue 〈◊〉 her The sinnes that aâ—…e so rife 6. The soules that thirsts shall haue their fill Her vvords shall spring aâ—… vvine By mouthes of those that teach my lore And preach those lavves of miâ—…e 7. Yea they shall cause the lippâ—… of hiâ—… That sleepes snorts in sinne To speake praise the god of 〈◊〉 That rouzd him from that diâ—… The third speach The church speakes 1. Such as I am I am not mine But his that loud me deere In none but him vvill I be glad None but him vvill I feare 2. For he once gaue him selfe for me And made of me his choyce Him vvill I heare he is my deere Its life to heare his voice 3. â—… come my loue let ts lodg all night In fields in tovvnes let ts goe And see hovve all our flockes doe feede Letts runne as svvift as roe 4. Vp to the vines let ts hast in morne And vevve hovve they doe bud And see the signes of fruits grace And looke if they be good The Church speakes 5. For hence vve shall knovve full our tyme When vve shall ioyne in one In all the blisse that I haue made To quitt thee of thy mone 6. See loue thy plants both in them selues Doe bud bloome most fresh And yeald a sent to moe them by That are but young neshe 7. All plants that grovve in vs I keepe Both old young I loue And all for thee o Christ my god Thy Grace lookes to moue The fourth speach The old Ievvish Church speaketh 1. O that I might my Christ once see Clad in this flesh of mine find him here on earth to dwell Made one once of my line 2. TheÌ„ vvould I kisse cull my Deere The vvorld could not me touch But if it did I vvould not passe Nor think of it so much 3. Then vvould I bring thee to the light Though novve pent vp in darke And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve My Christ my god by marke 4. Then vvould I feast thee vvith the best with cupps of loue grace TheÌ„ vvould the soules in Christ be glad To vevve our rest place The old Ievvish church speaketh 5. His left hand then should stay my head His right hand stay my hart theÌ„ I vvould not feare the vvâ—…d Nor hell nor death his dart 6. His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead raise me vp cleane gone His light vvould make me shine aâ—… pearle O like him there is none 7. charge you o ye saincts that loue Dare not to greeue my decre Nor once to stirre him vp in ire But learne his vvrath to feare The fift speach Christ speaketh 1. WHo is this that from denns of sinne From lusts life most leaud Doth â—…and her selfe gainst all the ill shevves her vvrath feud 2. Iâ—… not my church o it is shee Whom I haue loud of old And did her take from povvers of hell When she vvas bought sold. 3. And her froÌ„ ire of sinne shame Where shee had falne from me I raisd to life from depth of hell I quitt I sett her free 4. For there by faith she leand on me And I to her gaue vvay Then shee to me did ope her hart And thus to me did say The Ievvisch church speaketh 5. O sett me as a signe a seale On hart on arme on all O hold me deere my loue my Christ For I to thee doe call 6. Let naught me moue from thy svveet loue Lest greefe me gore vvoe For the least shade vvhen thou art gone Doth shevv to me my foe 7. The zeale vvhere vvith I loue my Deere Is like the graue most â—…ell And burnes me vp like coles of fire To saue my soule from hell The sixt speach The Ievvish church speaketh 1. YEa more then fire or flame it is Noe source can quench this loue 〈◊〉 paines noe gaines or loss or crosse From him my hart can moue 2. â—…oe vvealth noe peelfe noe feare no force All this I scorne should me â—…nce moue to thinke or ioy in ought But in his grace glee 3. â—…e haue a plant deere loue thou knovvst The church that thou hast chose â—…rom out the Iles so farre froÌ„ heÌ„ce O vve vvould not her lose 4. â—…he is but smale of grovvth as yet For vvant of thy good grace â—…ut if thou cast a looke on her And let her see thy face The Ievvish speaketh 5. Hovve fresh hovve faire vvill the come forth And grovve beare to thee Hâ—…r buds her bloomes her fruits of faith All good faire to see Christ speaketh 6. If she be firme fast to me As vvall as tovver of strength I le make her pure sure in league By vvord deed at length 7. And if she vvill giue vvay to me And to my vvords giue eare I le make her safe in league of peace And she shall be my deere The seuenth speach The Ievvish Church speaketh 1. The faith loue that thou dost seeke In her thou findst in me â—…y plea of faith found Grace Peace Ivvas ioynd to thee 2. The vvant of vvords to feed thy saincts Which thou in her dost craue â—…s not in me to doe thy vvill Hovve then should she it haue 3. Grat thee to her thy Grace in good And shee vvill to thee bend â—…he vvill thee serue in vvord deede If thou thy grace her send Christ speaketh 4. My spouse is as a vine to me She flovvers fruits doth yeald â—…he is the corne that brings me thrift grovves faire in my feild The Ievvish church speaketh 5. My vine shall aye be in my sight Yea till the vvorld haue end I vvill it dress keepe my selfe And grace peace it lend 6. Sith thus I care for thee
is vext With this my flesh my mate 6. What shall I doe o lord my god Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free FroÌ„ this fell death of sinne shame That I thy grace may see 7. I thanke my god vvho haue me fieâ—… For his sonne Christ his sake To him for aye both night day My hymnes my songs I make O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne the strong ill man that rules raigns in my vveake flesh that I may say to him goe farre from me PSAL. 139. 19. â—…o 16. 24. The sixt Prayer 1. THe grace of god be all my giude His povver be all my staye His strength eke be to me a staffe By night eke by day 2. For he it is that hath me taught That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs Our lord our god in vevve 3. To god in hymnes still vvill I sing His praise is all my mirth The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise In all parts of the earth 4. If there be vvight that liues in life And doth not loue our god Let him tast of the lord of hosts His curse his vvrath his rod 5. But let the loue of god grace Of Christ be vvith you all That loue looke long for him To rid vs of our thrall 6. And let our god that brought froâ—… death Our Christ our grace our blisse Set vs vvith saincts in ioy in light Where as our Christ novve is 7. So shall vve tuÌ„e in that svveete quiâ—… Midst of those saincts in rest And see his saincts in light of light And so for aye be blest O god let them that hate thee flit from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne but let them that loue thee be glad ioy in thee PSAL. 68. 1. 〈◊〉 13. 20. The seuenth Prayer 1. O God vve are poore sheepe that stray In vvods in vvaies of sinne â—…ovve dovvne thine eare to vs heare And rid vs of this dinne 2. â—…hat vve may knovve thy grace in Christ That keepes vs as his flocke â—…hat leads vs forth to streames of ioy And setts vs on a rocke 3. â—…hat soe vve may ore see this vvorld And all the things in it â—…nd then doe place vs vp on high With him in ioy to sit 4. GrauÌ„t vs good lord that vve may see The good that doth thee please â—…o shall vve liue in hart in mind In ioy in rest in ease 5. Graunt lord vvhat thou dost bid â—… doâ—… That vve may doe the same Bid vvhat thou vvilt grauÌ„t vs gracâ—… And vve vvill praise thy name 6. To Christ our lord the lambe of goâ—… That shed his bloud for sinnes To rid vs from the feends of hell And all their crafts ginns 7. Be praisd of vs all tymes tyds In vvoe eke in vvealth And let the folke on all the earth Giue laud to him for health O lord god of our health I crie dâ—… night to thee let my grones come nigâ—… to thee bovve dovvne thine eare to 〈◊〉 sighes that I make to thee The song of songs Or the Canticle of Solomon betweene Christ his spouse the tvvo first chapters is set to the tune of Blessed are they that perfect are PSAL. CXIX 1. part To his much esteemed good freend Mr. WILLIAM CHRISTMAS Marchant one of the deacons of the English Church residing at Hamborough Grace here glory for euer in Christ. LOuing beloued frend The title of this heauenly hymne shevveth the excellency thereof For it is called the song of songs or the Canticles of vvise Soloman The subiecte is most sacred for it is the â—…uptiall loue song betvveene Christ his spouse Wherein their mutuall loues by svveete reseÌ„blaÌ„ces are mystically maruelously expressed What more comfortable song then to sing our harts loue vve beare to Christ in the blessed vnion by one spirit vvherby vve haue euerlasting life Tvvo of the first chapters of vvhich song I haue metaphrased into Monosyllables vvhich I haue bequethed to your loue as a signe of mine to seale both ours Receaue it as the rest of your colleagues for I vvish you all the happines of both vvorlds in the sauing mercies of Christ tâ—… vvhich I recommend you aâ—… that looke vpon you vvith loue resting Yours because of Christ W. LOE The first Song The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. O that thou vvouldst on me so cast Some lookes of thy svveete loue That thou maist make me deere to thee My hart vvith grace to moue 2. Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare And farre more sveete to me Then wealth or vvine or limbe or life Or ought that I can see 3. The svveete that I smell of thy name Is like an oyle most pure And pourd it is on all thy saincts Such is thy loue soe sure 4. O dravve me dravve me I vvill runne To bord to bed vvith thee O pull me pull me from my sinne O rid me set me free The spouses speakes 5. The good are glad in thee thy loue They long and looke for still They vvalke to thee they talke of thee And all to doe thy vvill 6. Graunt this o Christ and then vve shall Be all in all that is And thou shalt find that none of vâ—… Of thy grace ought to misse 7. O shevve me vvhom my soule doth loue Where thou dost feed at noone O vvhy should I thus freet feelâ—… The losse of thee so soone The second Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. O Thou my church vvhom I doe loue For vvhoÌ„ I shed my bloud 〈◊〉 thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue hast not seene the good 2. â—…hen gett thee to those flockes of mine where as they feed by those Whom I haue sett as giuds for them That I in loue haue chose 3. â—…here feed fatt thy selfe vvith foode That Saincts doe touch doe tast And tune their soules in thankes to me For loue that aye doth last 4. For deere thou art to me my loue For shape for strength for speede That none is like to thee my deere In thought in vvord in deede Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke Are set vvith pearls of grace With stones of price vvith chaynes of vvorth I loue to see thy face 6. These signes of loue are seales to thee What shall be thine else vvhere When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me O spouse my loue most deere 7. There spangs specks of gold most pure I le add to all the rest There shalt thou loue liue vvith me And eke for aye be blest The third Song The spouse speakes to her mates 1. SEe novve all ye that loue the lord Ye Nymphes ye Mayds of grace Whiles that my lord king novve seemes Farre of from me in place 2. And is in midst of troopes of saincts On highe vvhere he doth dvvell Where all doe tend on him in loue Where
Haue taught vs things both vilâ—… vainâ—… Noe good vve find there 〈◊〉 All such as pass vs by Do scoffe at vs mocke Is this the place say they 〈◊〉 strengtâ—… Is this the vvhole earths rockâ—… The seauenth depth Our foes doe hiâ—…se gnash Their teeth thus doe saye â—…his is the day vve haue sought for To bring thee dovvne for aye â—…ut lord this is thine acte To throvve vs dovvne each one â—…dayes of old it vvas thy vvill To bruise vs bone by done Our teares doe shovvre on vs To thee our harts doe cry â—…y day night vve take noe rest Our soules doe faint dye We crye out in the night Like babes vve hold vp hands We faint for want of bread o lord O rid vs of these bands O see svveet lord the babes That are but a span long We eate for foode our Preeâ—… are slayâ—… And cast out as the donge The young old on ground Are cast â—…aint die Our maids so fresh so faire in hevvâ—… Are kild cast them by Naught else but feares o lord Doe vvake vs day night It is the day of thy ferce vvratâ—… Of foes of vvarre of spight A METAPHRASE â—…F THE THIRD Chapâ—…r of Ieremies Lamentations for â—…e sacking burning of Ierusalem and 〈◊〉 temple by Nebuchadnezer king of â—…abell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. IOHN GREENWELL on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb All ioy happines in Christ. WElbeloued in the lord We are all strangers here in the earth our home is aboue in heauen It vvas a great greefe to gods Israel to tune the songs of Sion in a strange country Hovve then is it vvith vs that vve like so vvell of the things here thinke not of the blessings aboue Hierusalem vvas once the mistrisse of the vvorld thâ—… Metropolis of the earth yeâ—… vvhen the vvorlds darling foâ—… gatt god she vvas layd in the dusâ—… That is the cause of the Propheâ—… lamentation Indeed vvho vvould not shovver dovvne teares to 〈◊〉 the holy place deâ—…iled Ierusaâ—… made an heape of stones But vve see noe place be it neuer so glorioâ—… in our eies noe persons be they neuer so gratious in the sight of men that can escape gods 〈◊〉 vvheÌ„ he vvill scourge The Turkes haue encroched into Christendome made that â—…itty of Constantinople vvhich vvas once the glory of the east a veary cage of vncleane Mahumetans What Christians hart doth not bleed to see yt to heare of yt We haue cause to lament this The propheâ—… â—…ad reason to condole that O that our harts vvere touched vvith remorse for the poore distressed Christians that liue tributaries to the misbeleeuing Turke Consider in these hymnes the condition of gods people so subjecte to moane misery God directe all our â—…arts tovvard him in vvealth in vvoe in all And so I coÌ„mending you to god vvith the rest in the sauing mercies of Iesus Christ Am. Yours because of Christ. W. LOE The first depth 1. I am the man o lord Haue felt thy vvrath thy rod O send me helpe in this my vvoe My lord my Christ my god 2. Thy stormes clouds of ire Doe beate me day night Thou shevvst me vvoe vvast warre And hidst from me the light 3. All the day long o lord Thine hand is turnd gainst me Noe helpe noe hope noe ioy noe mirth That I poore vvretch can see 4. My flesh skin are vile And parcht as in a drought My bones my hart are broke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 This lord thy vvrath hath vvrougâ—… 5. O lord thou makst a foâ—… With me to vvarre fight With gall greefe thou dost me 〈◊〉 And none vvill doe me right 6. As they that long are dead And cleane cast out of mind So am I sett in night of death With vvâ—… greefe all pind The second depth 1. AN hedge is pight me round To close me in this vvoe â—… can'not stirre thy chaines me bind O lord vvhat shall I doe 2. And vvhen I cry roare In all my greefe gall He shutts me out vvill not heare Ne cares he for my call 3. He ramzes me in so fast With stones clay full thicke My pathes he crokes giues noe ease My soule is faint sicke 4. As beares doe teare their pray And vvaite more bloud to spill So hath my foes me rent tomâ—… As if it vvere thy vvill 5. I peece by peece am hald And puld by hand to raggs I by my selfe do sitt vveepe While my foe sitts braggs 6. Thy bovve o lord is bent To shoote at my pale face I am a marke for shafts to hitt O yett shevve me some grace The third depth 1. FOr see the shafts doe sticke In all my raynes through out I am the butt none but I At vvhich shootes all the rout 2. My foes make me their iest And song by night day Where is thy god thy lord thy helpe Thus they to me doe say 3. Mine hart is fraught vvith gall My bloud is drunke vp still With shame greefe I vvaile vvast Make hast me lord to kill 4. My strength is dasht my teeth Are broke vvith in my head Thou laist on loade on me poore I vvish I vvere cleane dead 〈◊〉 5. My soule doth not once heare Of peace of grace of light I can not call to mind my state That once I had in sight 6. O lord my strength my hope My helpe I looke from thee But all is gone there is none That cares nor lookes to me The fourth depth 1. â—… call to mind svveet god This moane this woe of mine â—…his gall this greefe this plaint this cry For I o lord am thine 2. â—…y soule is faint failes When I to mind doe call â—…y greefe hath made me cry and roare To see my vvoe fall 3. â—…et haue I hope in thee That thou vvilt helpe at last 〈◊〉 vvilt not quite my soule for aye From thy svveet sight out cast 4. It is thy loue o lord That I am not quite fold And rid from earth both braunch roote And closd vp in the mold 5. Thou failst me not in morne All night I feele thy stay Thy hand is great in thy truth Thou hearst vvhat I doe say 6. For thou o lord art mine My soule doth hope in thee Thou art my lot my land my rent Once more lord sett me free The fift depth 1. O thou art good o lord To them that vvayte tend To soules that seeke sue to thee Thou dost thy grace dovvne send 2. It is right good o lord To hope for helpe from thee For of thee lord is all mans good O