as hers whose tresses Adorns her face with pleasing dresses Wo to the Crown of Pride whose hair Whose long and bushy Locks declare A bruitish Custom every where And only used for a Snare The long hair'd Gallants of these times Wear Horses mains on humane Faces Turn men to Monsters and the work Of God and Nature much disgraces God in a bush did once appear But in their bush hath never been They 'l never leave till Satan come And thrust a burning Candle in Another to the Tune of Psal 111. THe covering of her head With which she is bested Her hair the embleme is Of lovely Loyalty Subjection under me O what an honour ' t is With these she casts the sums As well it her becomes The number of her sins And having wash't my feet VVith hair a Towel meet To wipe them she begins VVo to the Crown of Pride VVho to her Sins beside Hath added every where Such loathsome heads of hair Us'd only for a Snare To those that foolish are That marry Horfes mains To humane Heads whose gains They must receive in Hell God in a Bush was seen But never hath he been VVhere this proud Bush doth dwell CANT VI. 6. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which goeth up from the washing whereof every one beareth twins and there is not one barren among them HYMN 105. MY Spouse I 'le add to praise thee more And will repeat again Think not that I 'le abate my Love Distasted at thy sin Those teeth are washt and double set They eat my Flesh and Blood I am thy spiritual food of Life I am thy chiefest good Thy grinders are thy Faith in me Thy Faith a stomach hath O how I love to see thee seed How lovely is thy Faith I 'le wash thy teeth in Milk and be A Breast a Feast a Table A Saviour to thy Faith and Thee Fear not for I am able I 'le make thy Faith bring forth her fruits As twinning Sheep their young I 'le water both the stem and roots And then I 'le freely come I 'le come with joy and great delight To see my Flocks a feeding As Shepherds use I 'le bless my sight To see my Sheep a breeding Another to the Tune of Psal 111. I 'Le praise my Church yet more To what I said before I will repeat again She shall not think that I Cause she was faulty fly Or in Affection wane Her teeth wherewith she chews Her food that Life renews Are washt and double set I am her spiritual food I am her chiefest good I 'le never her forget Her grinders are her Faith Her Faith a stomack hath To feed upon my Flesh The washing is my blood I 'le cleanse her in that flood And so her soul refresh Her Faith is fruitful too More then false faith can do Or barren doubts and fears She eats my Flesh and drinks My Blood and no man thinks VVhat lovely Fruit she bears CANT VI. 7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks HYMN 106. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomgranate All overspread with Rosy-red As natures bounty did create Her Face a Virgins blush adorns Spread with all ruby bashfulness A Face of Brass she highly scorns But comeliness commends her dress No crisp profanes her modest hair Content with Natures Ornament She scorns to go profanely bare Or give to Pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns her No Hypocrite in Face or Heart A painted piece Religion scorns her The Hypocrite and God must part She blusheth ' cause she cannot blush And fears because she fears no more Sense of her Sin doth always flush Her modest Face and grieve her sore My Soul this Consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Another to the Tune of Psal 112. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomegranate All overspread with Rosy-red As Natures bounty did create Thy Cheeks and Temples O my Spouse Modesty crowns and so thy Brows Thy Face a Virgin-blush adorns Spread with a ruby bashfulness A face of Brass thou highly scorns But comeliness commends thy dress Thy Guilt and Sin in which to blame As with a Pencil paints thy shame No Crisp prophanes thy modest hair Content with Natures Ornament Thou scorn'st to go prophanely bare Or give to pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns thee A painted piece Religion scorns thee My Soul this consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Bold steps in Sin let me not trace But guilty hide my blushing Face CANT VI. 8. There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number Vers 9 My dove my undefiled is but one she is the onely one of her mother she is the choice one of her that bare her HYMN 107. I Am no Bigamist I have no Concubines It 's onely one Church I admit One Child I have no Twins My Church is more to me And so she ever shall Than all things in the world that be Could I prevail at all Could I but gain her Love My heart would Captive be And all my Pains would be my gains My Cross my Melodie Let there be Threescore Queens And Fourscore Concubines And Virgins numberless that catch Fools in their snaring gins My Loved is but one That one is more than they There is more worth in her alone The Sun 't is makes it day Away false Beauties all My loved one is One I love but one and she shall call Her self my Spouse alone Another to the Tune of Psal 113. MY Church is more to me than all The things that are or ever shall My heart 's a Captive to her Love I 'me held in these desir'd chains As recompenc'd for all my pains Could I but her Affections move Let there be Threescore Queens in Thrones And Fourscore Concubines at once And Virgins numberless also This one of mine outshines the Day She is but one yet more than they And more to me as Angels know Thus several Members in one Man Epitomiz'd into a span Concenter still to make him one Thus Seas have many Rivers yet All these in the same Ocean met Make up but one Reception So is my undefiled Love Kingdoms her greater Members prove And lesser Churches are her parts And every Saint a Member is And they are many yet all this Is but one Center-nest of hearts CANT VI. 9. The Daughters saw her and blessed her yea the queens and the concubines and they praised her HYMN 108. HOw lovely are my precious Saints In others Eyes as well as mine Let Baalam speak or else let those That never found her yet Divine 'T is easie to commend the way No man can speak against the Truth The natural Conscience hath a ray But happy he the Chase pursu'th 'T is hard to
Stay me with flaggons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love HYMN 35. O What redundant love is this What flowing streams break down the banks More than enough O Lord it is Love me but less I 'le give thee thanks Here 's love beyond all bounds and measure So free so full so large so quick 'T is strange to see so vast a treasure Love made me well and makes me sick But sick for more and sick to see The Fountain whence these streams do flow Yet sick for more and sick to be In place where this vast love doth grow Stay me with Flaggons of that Wine Was prest out of thy self the Vine Thy Blood O Christ will stay the Fire That burns in me sick with desire O let the Apples of my love Cool Fires in my Love sick heart Till I below and thou above Shall meet at last and never part Till I am sick I am not well O that I had this sickness Lord Such Joy doth in love sickness dwell Such as my health could ne're afford CANT II. 6. His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me HYMN 36. MY aking head and heart Thou hast a hand to stay Another hand that shall impart Embraces all the day In both thy hands O Christ My safety is secured Within the foldings of thy arms My Soul is safe immured Castles and Towers are No safeguard in my case Nor all the Oceans Oaken walls With me have any place Only his circling Arms As with a Wall of Fire Defends me from the dreadful harms Which Sin and Hell conspire Besides the help that 's in 't The Love that streams this way Conveys more Spirits to my heart Than fear can take away It is O let it be The great support I find That when I faint for want of thee Thou have me in thy mind CANT II. 7. I charge you O ye daughters of Jerusalem by the roes and hinds of the field that ye sti◠not up nor awake my Love until 〈◊〉 please HYMN 37. O Let him take his rest that hath Travell'd so long so far To rescue Souls from burning wrath O make it all your care You Daughters of Jerusalem You that pretend to love him O give him no disturbance then Nor to disquiet move him I charge you by the Hinds and Roes Those loving Creatures shall Witness against you as your foes And on you Vengeance call If you more bruitish than the Beast That wont molest his Master Shall by your Sin disturb his rest And bring him to disaster O Christ my Love Give thou the charge The house and all is thine O take the Keys and the walk at large Command whate're is mine I cannot bind them to the Peace A weak and private man Authority can make them cease Let Sin do what it can CANT II. 8. The voice of my beloved behold he comes leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills HYMN 38. 'T Is my beloveds Voice I 'm sure 'T is not a Stranger 's fallacy That breatheth in the Word so pure In which I learn that he is nigh Behold I see him coming tho The Hills and Mountains of the Earth The great Zanzumming Tyrants do Oppose his Actions in their birth Behold he comes you Princes all That have oppos'd his Royal Will You must expect a dreadful fall That Vengeance should your Besomes fill Leaping and Skipping on the Hills Trampling upon your greatest Pow'rs Dancing with pleasurable skills He 'l pull down all your lofty Tow'rs Behold he comes you shall not hinder No difficulty stands before him But he 'l be sure to tread it under And shortly make your Crowns adore him Make haste my God make no delay Thy waiting Spouse hath long sat up O make thee Wings and come away Give Antichrist her bitter Cup. CANT II. 9. My beloved is like a Roe or young Hart HYMN 39. O My beloved Lord To me thy grace afford The flames of thy sweet love to me Kindle my love to thee Give me but leave to love thee That art so much above me Let me be bold to let thee know To thee my self I owe. My God my heart is thine 'T is thine it is not mine Let me but love and call thee so It 's all the bliss I know Thou art a pleasant Roe Hunted to Death below Whose Flesh and Blood for Sinners need Is Meat and Drink indeed Thou art a loving Hart Kill'd with a murd'ring dart A murd'ring dart that drew a flood Of dear and precious blood O let that Blood me purge From Sins Filth Guilt and Scourge And let that broken Flesh me Feast Till I with thee shall rest CANT II. 9. He standeth behind our wall he looks forth out at the windows he shews himself through the lattices HYMN 40. HE shews himself in cloudy gleams Obscure and Window-Visions Glimpses of Love and twilight beams And dark Illuminations Why doth my Love immure his Face And shrow'd himself behind our Wall The Lattices Eclipse his Grace And Windows interrupt his call Is it because the visive Powers Of Mortals can't endure his sight Or to distinguish these dark hours From those that shine in perfect light What ere it be 't is just that he Should now and then withdraw his Face And 't is rich Grace to let me see The least glance in the darkest place Behind our Wall is not so far That I should think him wholly gone These Lattices and Windows are Helps to discern he 'l come anon A clearer sight O that I could Obtain a sight that doth excel There is no fear that e're I should Admire too much or Love too well CANT II. 10. My beloved spake and said unto me Rise up my love my fair one and come away HYMN 41. WHose is this rousing Voice I hear That breathes so sweet an Air Through Walls and Lattices so dear So ravishing so rare 'T is my Beloved's voice I know That Courts my drousie mind That bids me rise from things below And leave my self behind Arise my Love and come away Rouse from thy Morning sleep Rise up my fair One no delay Tho lock't in Slumbers deep My God I come I find no rest No Bed of Ease but thee The present World is at the best A Bed of Thorns to me My God I come but oh how loath I've drunk a sleeping Cup And O the dulness O the sloath Dear Jesus help me up Then will I come away and leave My Sins and Fears behind me Farwel vain Pleasures let me go And let my Jesus find me CANT II. 11. For lo the Winter is past the rain is ov◠and gone Ver. 12 The time of singing of birds is com◠the voice of the Turtle is heard in our land Ver. 13 The fig-tree putteth forth her gre◠figs and the Vines with the tender grape◠give a good smell Arise my love my fai◠one and come away HYMN 42. REjoice ye people of the Lords There is a
by Prince his side CANT III. 11. Go forth O ye daughters of Zion and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals and in the day of the gladness of his heart HYMN 56. O That that blessed day were come When we might meet our Solomon Crown'd King of Saints and Nations and Having the World at his command His Father hath already Crown'd him Giv'n him a Title to this thing When shall his Mothers arms surround him And Crown him her eternal King 'T will be the gladness of his heart When he shall once espouse that Spouse When Kingdoms shall their Loves impart And all his Foes caught in a Noose Arise descend thou Royal Prince Thy Coronation-day is come In Seat of thy Magnficence Thy Church would fain affix thy Crown Thy Mother Sister Brother wait And long to see that blessed day When Sin and Sorrow 's out of date And crowned Jesus bears the sway O when shall Jews and Gentles both Fasten thy Crown upon thy head Gentiles have done it Jews hold off By both must this be managed Finis Cap. 3. Deo gratias CANT IV. 1. Behold thou art fair my love behold thou art fair HYMN 57. I That have made and form'd By curious Art and Skill The Beauties of the upper World According to my Will I that behold and see Those beauties all the day Should Mortal eyes but steal a glance 'T would take their Lives away Yet I say thou art fair Thy Graces beauties are My Fathers face and mine doth shine Upon that Face of thine The trifling Beauties which Fond Lovers idolize Are not so fair nor half so rich As thou art in my Eyes O how I love that Soul That 's true to God and me My heart 's inclin'd my Love is blind Their faults I cannot see I 'le shortly bow the Heav'ns O how I long to come I will arise and rend the Skies And fetch my fair One home CANT IV. 1. Thou hast doves eyes within thy locks HYMN 58. NOw I 'le consider in its place And view my Blood-redeemed prize The sparkling Diamonds of thy Face The Dove-like Beauty of thine Eyes Thou hadst an Eye of Flesh was wont To send forth Beams of lustful Fire That after Vanity did hunt And fill thy heart with base desires A wandring tempting rouling Eye A Casement ope't to let in Sin But now 't is chaste with eyesalve washt And takes diviner Objects in But O that intellectual Eye Whereby thou seest things unseen Whose objects quite are out of sight That eyes me through the darkest Screen That shines like Diamonds in the dark Or Stars that brighten blackest Night Knowledg and Faith such Power hath To see by Dark as well as Light My Soul admire and raise thee higher With both these Eyes behold that spark Whose Beams have giv'n thee light and sight That once were blind and in the dark CANT IV. 2. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 59. THe hair the Beauty of the Face That taking Ornament That blusheth nothing at disgrace It 's cut it 's shav'd it 's rent It open lies to all assaults And yet it feels it not The Razors shave the Sizars cut All wrongs are soon forgot My Church I love thy Patience This I admire in thee Under all injuries content Those that affront thee win thee Like Goats on Gileads Mountains shorn Stript of their hairy Fleece Yet not a groan all wrongs are born Their sheering breaks no Peace This warms thy heart as hair thy head How ornamental ' t is When Patience can impow'r a man To conquer all he sees With this sweet frame in love I am It 's rare in my account To be forgot and feel it not Is Patience paramount CANT IV. 3. Thy lips are like a thred of Scarlet and thy speech is comely HYMN 60. THy rosie Lips with Scarlet dye Gives beauty to thy Face Inflames with love th' Observers eye A thousand beauties has Made red not with thy Blood but mine It 's from my passion fed No natural Colour in this World Can yield so deep a red O how I love these ruby Lips I love to hear them speak Thy Pray'rs and Praises Nectar sips To me tho faint and weak Thy Doctrines Counsels Cordials are To me and those that hear them Thy sharp reproofs are killing darts Yet health to those that bear them My Soul admire and much desire Thy Soul 's admiring Lover Be it thy Grace thy words to place And tell thy Speeches over As men tell Gold O weigh thy Words Thy Speech exactly measure So shall thy King delight to sing And praise this vocal Treasure CANT IV. 3. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks HYMN 61. I Love thee for thy Cheeks my Spouse A Virgin blush adorns them The modesty that crowns thy Brows A holy shame informs them Have you not been where you have seen The blushing Pomegranate All overspread with rosie red As Nature did create Thy Temples shaded in thy Locks With rosie blushes spread Doth much express thy bashfulness True Vertue vails her head Thy guilt and shame for what 's to blame Thou canst not face it out Thy flushings blushings fears and tears Are beauties out of doubt My Soul this consternation due Becomes the Virgin-bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation dy'd O let me never never trace The steps of Sinners bold Nor hide my Sin but hide my Face As with a blush control'd CANT IV. 4. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury whereon there hang a thousand bucklers all shields of mighty men HYMN 62. YE eldest Sons of living day Peers of the Upper-House And all you Commoners below Come and behold my Spouse Thy stately Neck like Davids Tower Built for an Armoury Unites thy Body to thy Head Never to part and why A thousand Shields the promise yields As many Swords thy Faith Tho Hell and Devils do their worst Thy Soul Protection hath Thou shalt not truckle no nor buckle To inimical spight Strong in the Lord thou art and in The Power of his Might Thy Fire-breathing Cannons fly In face of all thy Foes For thee a Davids Tower am I ' Gainst all that thee oppose If sin or men infest thee then Thy Neck a Tower is Thy Soul tho tost shall ne're be lost In such a Tow'r as this CANT IV. 5. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies HYMN 63. THy Breasts the seat of Love And Natures Ornament With full-pent milky treasures give Thy off-spring nourishment Such milky streams do flow To nourish all thy Seed As fruitful Roes that fat their twins And midst the Lilies feed Thy Sons and Daughters are Begat from Heav'n above A num'rous Off spring will appear In that great day of Love Thou hast two Testaments Repleat with Milk Divine With these
thou sucklest all my Saints And mak'st their Faces shine I must admire the man That springs from such a Father That strongly draws by Graces laws The breasts of such a Mother Then drink and thirst again As Babes the Breasts adore Till thou shalt come to thy blest home And drink and thirst no more CANT IV. 6. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away I will get me to the mountains of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense HYMN 64. THere is a blessed day will break A glorious Light will shortly come Whose rays will make the shades betake As frightned to their lasting home A day will drink up all the Rain And scatter all the Fogs away And fully rout the dreadful train Of Clouds that now Eclipse the day No more shall Sin or Fears bespatter The glorious beauty of thy Face No more shall bloody Tyrants scatter Their roaring Bulls in every place There is a day and door of hope I mean to hasten all I can That will surprize both Turk and Pope And the blood-thirsty wicked man Till then the mount of Myrrh above And Heaven's hill of Frankincense Must for a while obscure my Love And Person from the eye of sence But do not fear from that Ascent As from a Mountain I can see And did before how all things went Till then do thou confide in me CANT IV. 7. Thou art all fair my Love there is no spot in thee HYMN 65. MY Love thou art all fair In thee no spot appears I ve washt thee white from what was black In precious blood and tears Thy parts are all inspir'd All Graces in thee shine Each faculty my Love hath fir'd And charm'd that heart of thine Degrees are wanting still 'T is yet thy Infant-state But yet we can spell out a man In Limbs that are not great I 'le pollish thee my Dove I 'le off with every spot I 'le drive the trade till it be said What Graces hast thou not Thy Sin and Guiltiness My Royal Robe shall cover And my imputed Righteousness Shall make thy God thy Lover My Soul 't is done for ever For ever praise his name His Blood was shed thy Sins are dead Never to rise again CANT IV. 8. Come with me from Lebanon my Spouse with me from Lebanon look from the top of Amana from the top of Shenir and Hermon from the lions dens from the mountains of the leopards HYMN 66. ANd now my welbeloved Spouse Since I have set thee free And clear'd thy stains that none remains Now love thy self and me Come Royal Princess come with me Thou shalt not come alone My presence shall thy Conduct be Only consent and come From Lebanon that Mount of Pleasures And from Amana too These barren Mountains yield no treasure Arise and let us go From Lions jaws and Leopards paws And all the wicked rout From Traytors gins and Spoylers dens Come I will lead thee out There 's nothing can degrade a man Like bruit-Society Or make him from his Essence come Like wicked company Resolved then I 'le leave these men Whom I did once adore At Jesus call I 'le leave them all And ne're come at them more CANT IV. 9. Thou hast ravished my heart my Sister my Spouse thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes with one chain of thy neck HYMN 67. MY Sister by the Father's side And Spouse by all consent Sister adopt and Spouse elect I 'm full and I must vent My ravisht heart hath felt a dart And I am all desire I who created Fire and Love With Love am set on Fire Something hath smote me from thine eye That eye of Faith it is That single wounding eye of Faith That makes me love thee thus That dares upon a naked word Of Promise trust me so That will secure it self of Love Ev'n whether I will or no. The chain is Love that draws my Love Do thou but say thou lov'st me It is a chain I captive am And nothing e're removes me My Soul fix this same Eye of Faith Upon him stedfastly Fasten the link with sodring Love He 's thine eternally CANT IV. 10. How fair is my Love my Sister my Spouse how much better is thy love than wine and the smell of thine oyntments than all spices HYMN 68. THou 'rt fair my Love thy Love is fair How fair I can't express Better than Wine but how much better I leave to thee to guess Love is heart-chearing wine bestow A glass of Love upon me And I 'le forget my Sorrows great The wrongs that have been done me I have no thirst but for thy Love Love me and stay my thirst O do but try to love me why Because I lov'd thee first Let no perfume henceforth presume To gratifie my wants No Spices sweet my Nostrils greet There are no sweet but Saints I love them with a pard'ning love Their follies I forgive I Love them with a lasting love That shall for ever live Amazement stops my verse and me O Lord that lov'st me thus O let me never never be Unkind ungracious CANT IV. 11. Thy lips O my spouse drop as the honey comb honey and milk are under thy tongue HYMN 69. THe gracious words thy lips adorn Like drops of Honey from the Comb 'T is Canaan's Language newly born From a Divine inspired Tongue Honey and Milk are not so sweet As savoury Speeches dropping down That nourish whomsoe're they meet And from a spir'tual Fountain come When Lips drop sighs and Eyes drops tears In penitential sight of Sin When Speech drops Praises and strong Pray'rs It shews a Honey comb within When nour'shing and soul fatting words Lye breeding underneath the Tongue And when due season birth affords This this my Love inspires my Song My Soul learn this Are gracious words So sweet to Christ thy dearest friend Then don't impose upon his nose The Carr'on stink that base words send Season my Lips with Salt my God And sift my Language from its dross For why should I so foolishly With Speeches vain contract my loss CANT IV. 11. And the smell of thy garment is like the smell of Lebanon HYMN 70. NAked and in thy blood before Unpollisht rude and rough I spread my Skirt and threw quite o're A Garment large enough And now like blessed Jacob in The Priestly Robe his Mother Vested him with he passeth fair And go'th for elder Brother Even thus imputed purple smells When on the Sinner thrown Like to a Field which God hath blest Tho borrow'd 't is thy own The fragrant smells of Lebanon The Mount of Canaans glory There never was such sweetness as These Garments shed before ye When once thou gett'st my Garment on Art with my Merits clothed My Father takes thee for his Son And for his best beloved My God! perfume my Soul and vest it And in thy Bosome lay it Upon thy tender Bowels rest it 'T is done if thou but say it CANT IV. 12. A garden
regain my Lover Wo and alas my woful case Now am I left alone In Fears and Cares and thousand Tears My Sorrows to bemoan All you that have a Soul to save Take warning by my fall Make no delays give him no Nay's Rise when you hear him call CANT V. 6. I sought him but I could not find him I called him but he gave me no answer HYMN 86. ALL you whose tender bowels yearn At full grown misery Lament my case my blubber'd face And pity pity me I pray to him that heareth pray'rs But mine he will not hear He hath a bottle for all Tears But mine must not come there I sought him that is found of All That seek him heartily But O my pain I seek in vain My coming makes him fly He that once lov'd my Soul is gone Whose love was sweet as Wine I call him Love he calls me Dog Was ever grief like mine My Soul it was thy Sin thy Sloth That drove thy Christ away He call'd but fail'd and 't is but just Such slightings to repay There never was except 't were his A grief that bodes so ill My Soul when he writes Seek no more Do thou read Seek me still CANT V. 7. The watchmen that went about the City found me they smote me they wounded me the keepers of the Walls took away my vail from me HYMN 87. THus when the Anchor 's lost The Ship 's expos'd to Waves With surly Winds and Billows tost Like greedy open Graves As when the wounded Deer Bleeds with the Arrow shot The rest forsake and come not near And blood hounds take their lot I gat me up and went Jerusalems Streets about With a most full and true intent To find my Jesus out The Watchmen were unkind They smite me wound and hale The Keepers of the City-Walls They took away my Vail And this by Watchmen too Church Officers they were That should have led me unto Christ Wound me for coming there And Keepers of the Walls The Kingdoms Magistrates Treat me as bad as if I had Done Whoredom in their Gates O what a darksome Night When those that pray and fear Shall be pursu'd by Law and Spight As Thieves and Robbers are CANT V. 8. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my beloved that ye tell him that I am sick of love HYMN 88. YE common People of the City From great Ones I Address to you The Priests and Rulers have no pity They serve my Lord unkindly too If you or any of you be Engag'd in this design with me To seek a Jesus you may find him Not I that did so little mind him Then tell him tell him I am sick With Love and longing for his Presence Tell him my Zeal is burning quick Tell him he is my All my Essence If all the World were Gold and mine I 'd give it all for one sweet smile Could Sufferings fetch him back I 'de bear The very Pains of Hell a while My Life 's a Death unless my Lord Will shew himself again to me My Death were Life would he accord To lead me where I might him see Since thou can'st hide thy self from me Where I may seek and never find thee But I can't hide my self from thee Sweet Jesus seek me till thou find me CANT V. 9. What is thy beloved more than another beloved O thou fairest among Women what is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost so charge us HYMN 89. FAirest of Women tell us who This thy Beloved is For whom thou makest this ado By such a charge as this What is his Name what is his Fame Pray let us understand We 'l seek him too if all be true And seek him out of hand There is beloved Health and Wealth There are beloved Pleasures There are beloved Friends and Ends There are beloved Treasures There a beloved Temple stands A lovely Structure 't is There are beloved means of Grace Tell which of these it is O what is thy Beloved that Nothing but him can please thee And what are these complaints ye Saints That none but he can ease ye Are you of men the only wise Must Wisdom dye with you Discover thy Beloved Prize And tell us what and who CANT V. 10. My beloved is white and ruddy the chiefest among ten thousand HYMN 90. THou bottomless Abyss of Love O help me now to set thee forth Give Inspirations from above And let me stammer out thy worth Look how well temper'd white and red Sets out the beauty of the Face In him all beauty sits enthron'd And all Perfections take their place White as the Light and God is Light This Tincture speaks him perfect God Red as was Adams Earth it speaks Manhood in which that God abode But White and Ruddy both in one Speaks him a Person God and Man The white the badg of Innocence Never was black nor never can But red as blood and red with blood Drawn by the sins that we lay in The white breathes Joy Peace to Saints The Red breathes blood to sinful men This is the Man whose absence kills me Chiefest of thousands he 's to me This is the man whose presence fills me O! could I meet him where is he CANT V. 11. His head is as the most fine Gold HYMN 91. HIS Head the seat of Wisdom is Most lovely to behold His Understanding infinite Shines like the purest Gold This head of his is lifted up Above the starry Skies When all his En'mies heads lye low Shall sink and never rise He is the head of all his Saints By way of Eminence More worth than all their body is As Gold to single-pence He is the Churches head from whence By way of Influence As from a Spring of Life they have Their motion strength and sense The head of Powers which he rules By Scepter and his Rod O what a glorious head hath he The head of Christ is God! Wonder not at me then if I Complain as almost dead For I have lost my God my King O I have lost my Head CANT V. 11. His locks are bushy and black as a Raven HYMN 92. HIS locks not worn for Pride Nor yet to set out sin Nor yet to vaunt a swelling Tide Of naughtiness within Speak him a Nazarite No Razor shaves his Head Serving the Lord with all his might A Separate indeed His vow of separation Layes strongest bonds upon him He shall be call'd a Nazarite His locks shall well become him His locks are curl'd and black The vigour of his strength Will make his Enemies go to wrack And quell his Foes at length You glory in your Hair The curlings of your Tresses Come lay aside your filthy Pride And to him make Addresses This is the man I want This Person I must have O I must quickly find him out Or I must find my Grave CANT V. 12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters washed with milk and
all things out of doubt O this is he Whom if we find we find All things that be And can enrich the mind My Soul 't is good Desires get desires 'T is others food As fire kindles fires Thus have I seen The Bellows raise a flame When wood was green And Coals to Billets came 'T is all the glory Poor Worms can bring to Jesus To lay before ye The matchless worth may please us CANT VI. 2. My beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the garden and to gather lilies HYMN 100. COme then and let us go Into his Gardens where The Spices smell and Lilies grow And we shall find him there Where fruitful People meet As Lily-roots abound In Beds all plac'd and Spices sweet There he is to be found Where he may feast himself With most Divine delight And have the sweetest tasts of love Where Saints meet in his sight Where holiness abounds And where his Spirit breathes And where his Fathers Praises sounds With these his Life he leads Come then and let us go And leave these barren Fields For here 's no Flow'r no Fruit and so Nothing true Pleasure yeilds The World 's a barren Heath The Church his Garden is And all his Saints are all his Plants His Presence is their bliss CANT VI. 3. I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine he feedeth among the lilies HYMN 101. O What a mercy'tis that I Deserted thus should feel a glance Of love dart from his pleasing eye Thus wounded by desertions lance I 've lost him yet I find a ray That drives my fright and fears away Howe re I pine in bitterness I 'm sure he 's mine and I am his Thus have I seen a sudden ray Dispel the Clouds and gild the day Under Vine-leaves a cluster hid And faith that can all fears outbid How bright is Faith in Bridal-robe Whose language is My Lord my God! My Christ whom I Monopolize And can him call my only prize There is in that same pronoun My A choice and sweet Divinity What is a glorious God to me If I can't lay my claim to thee I say he 's mine and I am his And humbly seal it with a kiss Angels is Heaven for none but you O! this to me is Heaven too Another to the Tune of Psal 50. BLess me my God What beam of Heaven is this Display'd abroad The day desertion is I 've lost my Love And yet I find a ray Dart from above That drives my frights away I 'm sure he 's mine I am sure I am his Howe're I pine And mourn in Bitterness Thus have I seen The Sun by sudden ray The clouds contemn And shine and gild the day There is a cluster Under the Vine-leaves hid When faith shall muster And false fears out-bid How bright is Faith When in the Bridal-robe A full blown Faith Whose Language is My God My Christ is all Whom I Monopolize And can him call My Love my only Prize And say I know He 's mine and I am his And in it grow Seal'd with a holy kiss Angels admire Is Heaven for none but you Let me aspire O this is Heaven too CANT VI. 4. Thou art beautiful my love as Tirzah as comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army with banners HYMN 102. I 'Le now unvail my self I 'le cloud my love no longer I 'le now appear to quench your thirst And satisfie your hunger I love those holy Fires That kept themselves alive When almost drown'd with Seas of Tears Thy Graces yet did thrive Thou art all fair my Love Thou art so very comely Thou art to me so beautiful That I admire thee only Like Tirzah's famous Citie Where Kings did keep their Courts Or like that fair Jerusalem Whose strong impregnant forts Whose terror struck their foes Made them to fly the place Such is thy Valour O my Love Such Thunder in thy Face Rome Hell the World and Flesh The Devil Death and Sin Under thy Hand do trembling stand Such terrors are they in It was my strength not thine That bare so dark a test The strength is mine by which thou shalt Soon vanquish all the rest Another to the Tune of Psal 104. THou art fair my Love Thou art very comely Thou art beautiful I admire thee only Tirzah's famous City Where Kings kept their Courts Makes me think on thee Whose impregnant forts Terror-strike thy Foes Conquer all that come With thy Swords and Shields Battering Hell and Rome World Flesh Devil and Sin Death trembling stand Nothing stands before Thy Victorious hand Thy Arms Armies are Thy Faith a sharp Spear All thy Graces are Swords to make them fear Such art thou my Love With thee is my strength Arm'd by me thou shalt Conquer all at length CANT VI. 5. Turn away thine eyes from me for they have overcome him HYMN 103. SAint turn away thine eyes from me For they do overcome me Thy piercing Eye-beams wound my heart Turn them O turn them from me 'T is not thy fleshly Eyes my Dear For they are my disgust No better they then filthy Styes And Caterers for Lust But 't is those inward Eyes that pierce me Those souly beams of Light That searching eye of strong Desire That found me in the Night That shot its rays about the dark And sparkled all with Fire And that same Eye of Faith it was The life of that desire That was so restless till it found Its truly long'd-for Jesu And was well-nigh in sorrow drown'd Till I had said I 'le ease you Eyes that were turned unto me When I was turned from thee Have made me fear the letting out Of too much Love upon thee Another to the Tune of Psal 104. TUrn away thine eyes They do overcome me Beauty in them lyes Matchless turn them from me Eyes are tempting things Mortals find them so Eyes have conquer'd Kings Brought their Scepters low 'T is not fleshly Eyes They are my disgust They are sinfâ—l Styes They are darts of Lust That Eye of Desire That did find me out And sparkling with fire Shot its rays about Restless till it found Its beloved Jesu And in Sorrow drown'd Till I said I 'le ease you That same Eye of Faith Whose bright darts could kill All that Sorrow saith Hopeless trusting still Eyes that turned to me When I turn'd away O these eyes undo me Conquering get the day I fear O my Saints I should Love too much My heart strongly pants Love to you is such CANT VI. 5. Thy hair is a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 104. NOw I will praise her for her hair The modest covering of her head The emblem of that Loyalty That in subjection's hand is lead Her hairs like Counters cast the sum Numberless numbers of her sins And having washt my feet with tears With hairs to wipe them she begins The Goats on Gileads mountains bear A long and soft and useful hair But no such Hair
warm hand on aking head And circling Arms about the loyns Revives a man that lies half dead And under difficulties pines CANT VIII 4. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem that ye stir not up nor awake my love until he please HYMN 132. MY King is gone to rest And resteth in his Love Hath plac'd himself where he thought best And never will remove What pity then it is For us to break his ease Or give the least disturbances Or wake him till he please He only knows his time He knows his time to rise Then he 'l awake and progress make To do his enterprize Delays are dangerous To us but not to him He never stays but his delays Have his Advances been He cannot come too soon He never stay'd too long To his bedside your pray'rs may come With other Saints along With these you may awake him When seeming fast asleep But if you shall by Sin forsake him O this will wound him deep CANT VIII 5. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness leaning upon her beloved HYMN 133. UPon the Wings of fame it flies To all the Nations round That God hath op'ned Judah's eyes And made his Grace abound Who 's this and what a thing is this That Jew's of rude Behaviour Should at the last Messiah tast And own him for their Saviour This news awakens all the Earth Sounds like the Voice of Thunder Never was such a Sight before Never was such a Wonder What Judah turn What Israel That kill'd the Living Lord And basely nail'd him to the Cross The man which they abhorr'd What they return and all at once They and their Children too And shall his imprecated Blood A healing Vertue shew O blessed day Jehovah raise My heart to praise thee more Let all the Lands now clap their hands And Sions King adore CANT VIII 5. I raised thee up under the Apple-tree there thy Mother brought thee forth there she brought thee forth that bare thee HYMN 134. I Saw thee in thy Fathers Loyns And in thy Mothers Womb When Eve under the Apple-tree Was working out thy Doom I rais'd thee then when thee I saw Condemn'd by Adams fall Didst eat the Fruit as well as he The Father of us all The VVoman and her Seed was rais'd By th' VVoman and her Seed Thus the same hand that gave the wound Did help in time of need I saw thee when I dy'd upon The cursed Tree the Cross All in thy Blood as well as I VVith all thy Sins in gross I rais'd thee then my Blood cry'd Live To those that made me dye I built thee up a Tow'r of Love Upon Mount Calvary Keep humble then O Sion and Think of thy Pedigree Tho I exalt thee thus don't thou Exalt thy self but me CANT VIII 6. Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a seal upon thine arm HYMN 135. MY God! since I am listed under So great a General as thee Let me not fail to break in sunder The En'mies Force what ere it be Set me a Seal upon thy heart As did the great High-Priest of old On Judgment 's Brest-plate grave by art The Names of Israels Sons enroll'd O let me lay my careful head Upon that Pillow of thy Love And feel my self so kindly led Into thy very heart my Dove Set me a Seal upon thy Arm Upon thy mighty Shoulders bear me And guide me thorow that no harm Or Cowardise may ever fear me Let it be now as when of old I on thy Palms engraven was VVhen thou didst all my walls uphold Again Lord let it come to pass Then will I ope the Silent doors And make all Creatures give thee praise The slumbring Earth the Seas that roars Shall each contend thy Name to raise CANT VIII 6. For Love is as strong as death jealousie is as cruel as the grave HYMN 136. BOast of thy Triumphs Death O Time advance thy VVings Love hath as many killing Darts As thou hast deadly Stings When Christ shall Arm his Love And gird his Bowels on His En'mies shall before him fall And Death it self undone Observe the World and see What conquests Death hath made How many Kings and such like things In silent graves hath laid Such Conquests in his Strength King Jesus will obtain His Jealousie will rage at length And he alone shall reign No strength shall stand before him No Ammunition Force He 'l Slay the Kings that wont adore him And Love shall have its course Then shall we be at rest And Peace on every side Victorious Love will have it so When he asserts his Bride CANT VIII 6. The coals thereof are coals of fire which hath a most vehement flame HYMN 137. HAve you not seen the Desolations That veh'ment Flames have made What multitudes of Habitations In dust and rubbish laid How fiercely without all respect To things or persons had It quickly works its sad effect And makes mens cases bad Thus will the just revenging God Before him send a Fire And with a smarting burning Rod Our blood on them require Now Fire for Fire Blood for Blood City for City shall Be fir'd down he 'l quench his Wrath In Blood and make them fall Now Babels Towers all shall fall And all her Props come down The bitter Cup she must drink up And off must come her Crown My God make hast why stay thy Wheels Why stay thy Charets Lord O why so long before thou come According to thy word CANT VIII 7. Many waters cannot quench Love neither can the floods drown it HYMN 138. WAters that quench the fire can't Put out the Fire of Love Immortal Love nor drowns nor dies Its life is from above His Love to his will make its way To rid us out of thrall There 's none shall stand at that great day That don't before him fall Be wise ye Princes of the Earth And kiss the Son of God His Anger fumes who 's he presumes To urge his Iron-rod His Love shall bring a flood of Fire Like Noahs Water-flood Topping the Mountains in his Ire That cannot be withstood My Soul admires the Power of Love Love 's all for Gods is Love His Foes as soon may quench the Sun As this vast Love remove If one small spark of Love in us Can live in Waters deep Much more his glorified Love Alive in Seas will keep CANT VIII 7. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love it would utterly be condemned HYMN 139. WHat is the price of Love my King What shall I give thee for a spark Will all my substance buy the thing Away fond Worm thou' rt in the dark Love never yet was bought or sold Come all ye hungry thirsty Souls The price of Love is yet untold Come without money fill your bouls T is a mistake to think that Christ Did ever purchase Fathers Love 'T was Love by which he did subsist 'T was Love that brought him from above Tho ' mongst the
Sons of men their Love Is bought and sold for worldly pelf Yet never did thy God above Erect a Market for himself His love is free come Souls and see How undeserv'd his kindness is While Sinners while ungodly we Are call'd to take this Love of his Nor can the Sinner at his need Purchase this Love with all his Gold Free Love free Grace is all we read Christs Love is neither bought nor sold CANT VIII 8. We have a little sister and she hath no breasts what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for HYMN 140. WE have a little Sister Lord That hath no Breasts as yet There is no place for means of Grace O do not her forget Thy Servants are greatly athirst That joyful day to see When thou the Cords and Yokes shall burst From her as well as we What shall we do for those that lye In Natures dungeon still When wilt thou speak for them that dye For want of Sions Hill Those that have neither Milk nor Breasts That still lye weltring in The Blood of uncoverted State O call them out of Sin Our Sister hath a precious Soul To save as well as we Would all the World were thine and not A Rebel we could see O say thou to our Sister Come Leave Babel to her flames Let her not perish in the doom Of Babels wretched names CANT VIII 9. If she be a wall we will build upon her a palace of silver and if she be a door we will inclose her with boards of Cedar HYMN 141. HOw welcome were that blessed news To the whole Nation of the Jews When Elect Sisters shall return When new-born hope and panting strength Tho but a little comes at length And hard and soft together mourn We 'l blow the blossoms not a spark Or glance that twinkles in the dark But shall be rais'd into a flame Of every Wall we 'l make a Tower Of every twig we 'l make a Bower And turn a drop into a rain A silver Palace we will make her In the day we undertake her With Cedar-boards we will enclose her And all the riches Love can find In her vast Stores shall be resign'd To make her happy in the closure Lord something give to work upon Creation is thy work alone And gladly we 'l to them repair That lie in darkness great and small With Deaths black shadow cover'd all And make them teem that barren were Come then you Nations all you Kings And Nobles flock to Sions wings There 's healing for your wounded hearts And let the Wealth of Sions King And so your own advantage bring Your Souls to him from Satans darts CANT VIII 10. I am a wall HYMN 142. I Was a heap of Dust And Rubbish quite forsaken Disparkt and into Forest turn'd No care of me was taken Help me to bless the Lord Ye Idol-Nations come Let 's Praise the Lord with joynt accord And bless his Name alone I found his favour when My case was worse than yours I was a prize in his fair eyes Such help free Grace procures And now I am a Wall Whose strength shall ever stand The matter of it is Free-stone Laid by Free-Grace's hand The Cement is the Blood Was shed upon the Cross The height of it o'retops the Skies Will you this Love ingross Tho you have cruel been Both to the Saints and me Yet if this call shall fetch you in I 'le be a Wall you see CANT VIII 10. And my Breasts are Towers HYMN 143. ALL Praises bring to Sions King See what I was and what I am My hills of Flesh could not refresh The thirst of one poor sucking Lamb. Children I had but ill brought up No Sustenance within their pow'rs They always drank of Moses Cup But now through Grace my Breasts are Tow'rs And thus ye Gentiles 't was with you When almost all your pipes were cut Your Teachers into Corners drew Your Pastors into Prisons put Your Breasts were cut that should have given Their Milk to them the Beasts devours But thanks be to the God of Heaven That now through Grace your Breasts are Tow'rs Let Lambs of Christ now frisk and dance And sport themselves on Sion hill For God will now their heads advance Their Mothers Breasts with fatness fill And tho our milky Breasts have been Like Fountains stopt by higher Pow'rs It was our Glory but their Sin But now through Grace our Breasts are Tow'rs CANT VIII 10. Then was I in his eyes as one that found favour HYMN 144. NOw doth my thankful heart rebound And fain would raise me higher To bless the favour that I found O draw me to thee nigher Help me to strip me of my self Into some Cherub turn To sound the Praise of thee my King O make the Fire burn And heat my Heart red-hot with Love Such favour I have found Would I were nothing else but Love Thy Praises to resound How happy are the Souls in Bliss The Spirits perfect made Whose everlasting work it is To love thee is their trade Who have no body of their own No body else to hinder O that I could but praise thee here As they can Praise thee yonder The favour of thy Heart and Eyes So unexpected was 'T is Love of all things that I prize So great a worth it hath CANT VIII 11. Solomon had a Vineyard at Baal-hamon he let out the Vineyard unto Keepers every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver HYMN 145. SION my Vineyard is become As desolate as once she was And there are Nations in her Womb Like Pregnant Vines that all surpass I 'le Water her both Night and Day And sweetly force her coming Fruit Let the Winds bluster as they may I GOD have said it and I 'le do it King Solomon had a Vineyard great In Baal-hamon it was plac'd It was a sweet and lovely Seat Greatly admired and embrac'd 'T was fet with Vines and other Trees And richly stor'd in every place But not like mine my Plants are Souls And Stocks of an immortal race He farm d his Vineyard out to those A thousand Silverlings that gave But of the Vineyard I have chose My self alone the dressing have I made my Plants so did not he I set them all with my own hand Those that were dead restored be And flourish all at my command CANT VIII 12. My Vineyard which is mine is before me thou O Solomon must have a thousand and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred HYMN 146. KIng Solomons Tenants shar'd the Fruit They profit had as well as he Or else they never had come to 't Two hundred silverlings their Fee My Saints I must have all your Fruit Your Pains and Labours all is mine Your Glory bring to Sions King 'T is he that waters every Vine Now shall you bear your Fruit to me That once the stranger had devour'd Now shall you be like fruitful trees And
Apples in my bosom pour'd Now shall your Fruit be pleasant and Full grown and Mellow for my tast Instead of rent to me in hand I 'e pay you all the Rent at last You serve your selves in serving me You love your selves when me you love If here you not rewarded be You shall receiv't in Heaven above And tho King Solomon could not graft Into himself to raise his Fruit You into me shall grafted be Take it upon my word I 'le do 't CANT VIII 13. Thou that dwellest in the Gardens the companions hearken to thy voice HYMN 147. MY work is done I must be gone My business calls away To wait upon my Fathers Throne Farewel I must not stay Mean while I 'le leave my heart behind And often to thee send And spread thy case at Throne of Grace And strongly thee defend I 've plac'd thy Habitation in The Gardens of delight No more the Boar as was before Thy tender Plants shall bite Amidst these fruitful Plants shall be Thy work and dwelling placed And with incouragement thou shalt see Each Border sweetly graced In these inclosed Gardens let The Commons hear thy voice And those that have not listned yet To hear thee shall rejoyce Then tell them plainly all the thing Bid them accept their bliss When news you bring of Sions King They will be yours and his CANT VIII 13. Cause me to hear it HYMN 148. O Let me hear you Preach to those That would Companions be In Sufferings and in Priviledg O bring them unto me Call nothing common and unclean The greatest Sinner may By precious blood be turn'd to good Their sins be done away But let me hear you speak to me No whispering Trumpet shall Convey the Voice my Spirit shall be Your Mouth your Post your All. I must be gone you know a while As was ordain'd of old To get things ready for the day That was so long foretold But in this distance let me hear From thee my dearest Love Acquaint me but with what thou want'st I 'le send it from above My full supplies shall feast thine Eyes And make thy heart rejoyce I only move to thee my love Let me but hear thy Voice CANT VIII 14. Make hast my beloved and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices HYMN 149. MY God make all the hast thou canst Why do the hours move so slow Why stops the glass that turned was So many hundred years ago Is wakeful time fall'n fast asleep Why do the wheels of Motion stay Why doth my God in Prison keep That blest and long'd-for glorious day Lovers will hasten all they can Thou lovest then why dost thou stay What Love and linger O make hast Lord if thou lov'st me come away 'T is not the pleasures of the World Nor joys nor toys that can delight me The blessed Angels lovely Faces Without thy Presence would affright me The glorious Joys of Heav'n it self Are but a Map of thee my King Jesus in Shorthand Characters A notion but thy self the thing Come then my All my chiefest good When shall blest Heavens so befriend us To spare thee down O when shall they A sight of our dear JESUS send us Is it not midnight Lord and past When shall we hear the Clocks strike One One Faith One Way One Sight One Tast One Lawgiver One Lord One Throne One Truth One Gospel One Consent One God One Jesus only known Oh that this midnight-hour were spent That all might coalesce in One CANT VIII 14. Be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon a the mountains of spices HYMN 150. NEver more need to come with speed Foundations are dissolved Justice and Right is fallen quite Thy Saints in wo involved Lord if thou wilt by water come Mine Eyes shall weep a Sea Or if by Land my Charets stand In readiness for thee Pardon this error tears nor love Nor no such thing from me Can speed his coming from above But Love that is in thee The spicy Mountains are thy way Thy steps perfume the Air The Heav'ns shall open in that day And Beams of glory fair The Angels shall attend thy call Thy Saints shall wait upon thee Thy Dead shall rise thy Trump surprize Thy Enemies flying from thee O that that welcome day were come We never saw a day Can it be day without a Sun Sweet Jesus come away Triuni Gloria Omnia fecit Amor. FINIS