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A52174 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. Mason, John, 1646?-1694. 1699 (1699) Wing M922A; ESTC R217649 48,183 153

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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 ●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-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-Preparation-days And when my Soul is Drest ●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 ●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 th● 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
sick of Love In those blest Hands of his His Left my Souls Support doth prove His Right my Comfort is 7. And whilst his Love doth me enflame Hear what a Charge I give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night 8. My dearest Saviours Voice I hear He comes on my account Nothing can stop his full Career No not Corruptions Mount 9. My Lord makes hast from Heav'n to Earth And he himself presents To Men of a polluted Birth By Word and Sacraments Tho' like a Wall our frail Estate Prevents a perfect Sight Yet thro' his Ordinances Grate Dart in some Beams of Light 10. My Lord to me did thus begin Arise my Love and flee From World Flesh Satan Self and Sin O come away to me 11. Time was when thou wast cold and dead An Heir of Wrath thou wast And Vengeance-Storms hung o're thy Head But those sad Days are past 12. The Flowers of Grace begin to spring In Thee so hopefully That all the Heav'nly Quire doth sing Glory to God on High 13. My Church thou art my tender Plant My Dews have nourish'd Thee Now thou art 〈◊〉 mine now thou must grant Thy Fruit thy Self to Me. 14. My heartless Dove why dost thou faint And hide thy self from me Thou know'st not how I love a Saint How welcome thou should'st be Come come before thy Lord appear Thy Person joys my Sight Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear Thy Voice is my Delight 15. Ye Men of God whose Charge it is In God's Courts to attend Restrain those Enemies of his Which do his Church offend 16. Mine through my Faith is my dear Lord His through his Love am I He feeds his People with his Word Which tasts most pleasantly 17. He feeds them with his Word of Grace Till Glories Day appears Which all the Shades away shall chase Of Sins and Griefs and Fears Come Love come Lord come that long day My earnest Expectation Shovel these Days out of the way These Hills of Separation The VERSION CHAP. III. The Church 1. HIM whom my Soul doth love I sought By Night upon my Bed I sought him but I found him not My Souls Delight was fled 2. And slug I here I 'll now arise And go about the Town I 'll search the Streets and broader ways Until I find my own Up did I get and out I went My Dearest to regain But when I had my Labour spent Alas it was in vain 3. The City-watch did light on me Of whom I did enquire In any Street pray Did ye see The Man whom I admire 4. 'T was but a little while that I Had from the Watch-men pass'd But I did find my only Joy And then I held him fast I held and would not let him go Till I had brought him home Into my Mothers House and so Into my Native Room 5. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor ' wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 6. What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises Perfum'd with Myrrh and Frankincense And all the Merchants Spices The Church 7. Such Ornaments his Bed do grace As Solomons Bed commend Where threescore Men of Israels Race His valiant Guards attend 8. They all hold Swords couragiously They all know how to Fight Each hath his Sword upon his Thigh Because of Fear i' th' Night The Chariot of King Solomon Which for himself he made Was of the Wood of Lebanon Which Silver Pillars had 10. Gold was the bottom and above Rich Purple cover'd it The midst whereof was pav'd with Love For Salems Daughters Fit 11. Look Virgins on King Solomon His Crown so Rich so Gay Wherewith his Mother Crown him on His Joyful marriage-Marriage-day The Paraphrase CHAP. III. The Church 1. ONce did I seek my dearest Lord But with a sleepy Mind His presence he did not afford Slack Seekers cannot find 2. Shall I said I forgoe my Christ And so close up mine Eyes No no he was so dearly mist I could not but arise My Bed was Thorus no Bed for me Nothing could give me rest Till I my dearest Lord might see And can upon his Breast VVhen private means could not prevail In publick Him I sought I waited till my Eyes did fail Alas I found him not 3. God's holy VVatchmen did Me find Of whom I did enquire Pray can ye help my troubled Mind VVhich doth a Christ desire O happy Stars if ye might be My Guides to Jesus now Seers did ye my Saviour see Pray tell me where and how Means must be us'd but cannot heal VVithout a Sovereign VVord Christ only can himself reveal And still I lack'd my Lord. 4. One dark Hour more I did sustain And then the Night was past Tho' I had sought so long in vain I found my Lord at last I found my Lord and held him fast And would not let him part My New-found Jesus I embrac'd And Lodg'd Him in my Heart I would not lose my Christ again And gain a Second Hell My Prayers and Tears did him constrain VVithin my Soul to dwell As Clouds are pierc'd with powerful light His Beams thro' me did shine His dear Assemblies saw this Sight And joy'd that Christ was mine 5. Christ's Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night Weak Believers 6. What Heav'nly Souls from Earth arise And do at Heav'n aspire They mount they soar they fix their Eyes On God their chief Desire Earths Wilderness they nobly scorn Whilst others Rake for it Heav'ns Graces them do so Adorn That they for Heav'n are fit The Church 7. Admire not me but my dear Lord Whose Bosom gives me rest Whose Angels watch with one accord That none should me molest 8. These Heav'nly Guards are full of might And ready do they stand For to defend his Churches Right When he shall them command When Darkness breeds tormenting Fear Then help comes from on High A strengthing Angel doth appear Amidst that Agony 9. Heav'n is the High and Glorious Throne Of my most Glorious Lord Who yet on Earth Rides up and down I' th' Chariot of his Word 10. His Word is rich and strong and pure As all his Saints do prove VVho of its true Intent are sure And find it 's Heart is Love 11. Go ye that own the Highest Name