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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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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-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 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-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
My Bowels yearn'd when thou didst Cry My Love did me constrain To haste apace and shew my Face To thy griev'd Soul again 13. Return Return my dearest Church Return Return to me The Heav'nly Quire and I desire Thy Blessed Face to see My Heav'nly Host if ye would know My Churches State and Case She is another Host below And of an awful Grace The VERSION CHAP. VII Christ 1. O Daughters of a Prince how Fair Are both thy Shooes and Feet Thy Joynts and Thighs like Jewels are Wrought by an hand discreet 2. Thy Navel as a Cup compleat With Liquor doth abound Thy Belly 's like an Heap of Wheat Which Lillies do surround 3. Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes Well Shap'd and well agreed Both which are Loving Twins and those Among the Lillies Feed 4. Thy Neck like I vory is most Fair And like a Tower most straight Thine Eyes like beshbon pools which are Hard by Bath-Rabim Gate Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower The Tower which doth Command Damascus-Town the Chiefest Flower Of all the Syrian Land 5. Thine Head on thee like Carmel is Thine Hair like Purple stain'd The Galleries so take his Eyes The King is there detain'd 6. How Fair art thou how pleasant art My Love unto my sight So sweetly Grac'd in every part Thou art my whole delight 7. 〈◊〉 Vnto a Palm-Tree I compare Thy Stature straight and fine Thy Breasts appear both full and fair Like Clusters of the Vine 8. 〈◊〉 I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb I 'll search her Branches well Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew Thy Nose like Apples swell 9. 〈◊〉 Thy Palate's like the choicest Wine Which for my Friend I keep Which sweetly Flows and causeth those To Speak that are asleep The Church 10. I am my Well-beloved's own And He is wholly mine The Stream of his Affection Doth towards me incline 11. Come my Beloved let us go Into the Fields abroad And in the Villages below Let 's take up our Abode 12. Let 's go up early in the Morn And to the Vineyards go To see what Fruits the Trees adorn Whether the Vine doth grow Whether the tender Grapes appear And the Pomegranates thrive The Hopes of the Ensuing Year There thee my Loves I 'll give 13. The Mandrakes smell and at our Door All pleasant Fruits there be Both New and Old which are my Store Laid up my Love for Thee The Paraphrase CHAP. VII Christ. 1. O Daughter of the Mighty God How comely are thy Feet VVith Gospel-preparation Shod Thy carriage how discreet 2. Thou art both Fair and Fruitful too Great Numbers thou dost Breed VVhich with good Meals the VVord and Seals Thou liberally dost feed 3. The two Breasts of thy Testaments Most friendly do accord VVhich Nourishment and sweet content To New-born Babes afford The cries of a distressed Soul These Breasts of comfort still These Breasts make glad whom sin makes sad These Breasts the Hungry â—ill 4. Thy Faith is thy strong Fort and Tower Thine Vnderstanding clear Thy Judging and Discerning Power Informs when Danger 's near Thy Christ thy Head of Eminence All Others doth exceed Thy Christ thy Head of Influence Thy Grace doth keep and feed VVhen thine Assemblies Exercise Their Graces freely given The King walks in those Galleries As in another Heaven 6. My Church who art most New most Fair How Dear art thou and Sweet In whom all Sweets compacted are In whom all Graces meet 7. Vnder thy weight thou flourishest As the stout Palm-Tree doth My Church the more thou art deprest The greater is thy growth The Breasts of thy two Testaments Like Clusters of the Vines Are full of Juice which for thy use Tield store of Heav'nly Wine 8. When I perceiv'd thy Soul to thrive Like to a Fruitful Tree Then I drew near that I might chear And joy my self in thee Nor did I empty-handed come But added to thy Store God's Word came then more near and home Thy Graces scented more 9. Thy Speech is like the choichest VVine So lovely and so strong It makes the Sinners Heart divine And sanctifies his Tongue The Church 10. My dearest Lords Affection I cannot but admire I am my welbeloved's own I am his Hearts desire 11. I gladly with my Lord could talk And spend both Night and Day Come Lord let us together walk Let us together stay 12. Come let 's go see what Fruits and Flowers Adorn thy Garden place Under the Sun shine and the showers Of days and means of Grace Could I but see thy Children Spring And in an happy frame O how should I rejoyce and sing And love thee for the same 13. Thy Saints their Services present Which of Sweet Savour be Saints New and Old within my Tent Are kept from Heav'n and thee The VERSION CHAP. VIII The Church 1. I Would to God thou wert as near To me as is my Brother That Fill'd the Lap and Suck'd the Pap Of my most tender Mother When I without should light on thee Then I thy Lips would Kiss Yea I should not despised be Nor disesteem'd for this 3. I 'd bring thee to my Mothers Tent Who would instruct me there Pomegranate-Wine of pleasant scent Should be thy Royal Fare 4. His Left Hand underneath my Head Should lovingly be plac'd His Right Hand or'e me should be spread Thus should I be Embrac'd 4. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem 'T is You I charge and bind Not once to move or wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 5. Out of the Desart doth Ascend A comely Sight to see One Leaning on her dearest Friend O what a One is She The Church Under the shady Apple-Tree Thee did I Raise and Rear Thy Mother Travell'd there with Thee Thy Native Place was there 6. O Seal thine Image on thy Heart O'Seal it on thy Arm For Love like Death doth cast its Dart And Jealousie is warm 'T is like the Grave whose keen desire Nothing can satisfie The Coals thereof are Coals of Fire That flame most vehemently 7. Waters can't quench loves flame nor floods Can Loves height overflow If one for Love would give his Goods The Price would be too low The Jewish Church 8. No Breasts on our small Sister grow Nor is She yet Admir'd What shall we for our Sister do When she shall be desir'd Christ 9. We 'll build on her a Silver Court If she a VVall shall be Or if a Door Her we 'll Support VVith Boards of Cedar-tree The Jewish Church 10. I am a Wall both strong and tall My Breasts like Towers are round I then his Sight did much delight As one that Favour Found Christ 11. At Baal-Hammon King Solomon A Vineyard did possess Keepers he sent to the Intent They might his Vineyard dress And thus with them he did agree That for the Fruit it gave A thousand silver Pieces he Of each of them should have 12. My Vineyard which belongs to Me I know not