yield the heart but why Should not the heart be yielded when The way of Saints the best of ways And they are sure the best of Men. And why not yield the heart when as The God of Saints the best of Gods And his Love is the best of Loves And their Loves are the best by odds Come all ye Angels of the Heavens Come all the World I 'le joyn with you Come help me Love my loved Prize I love her do you Love her too Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires I 'le love my own and onely Love And nothing shall my Heart remove Another to the Tune of Psal 113. THe people saw her sparkling Rays And did upon her Beauty gaze And call'd my Church a blessed one And Queeus and Concubines whose hearts Had never felt what love imparts Yet spake her commendation Thus Baalam cry'd How comely are Thy Tents O Israel how fair Yet had no heart to yield the fort 'T is easie to commend the way The natural conscience hath a ray But O! 't is hard to yeild the heart And why not yeild the heart now VVhen My Saints are sure the best of men And this their way the best of ways Their God the best of gods and when Their VVork the best of works and then The best of Joys for endless days Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires And Virgins dote on whom they please I 'le love my own and only Love And nothing shall my heart remove 'T is thine my Dove here take the Keys CANT VI. 10. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning fair as the moon clear as the sun terrible as an army with banners HYMN 109. WElcome the time that brings the news Of the Returning of the Jews Whose Kings are all in Armour drest And Sions foes are dispossest A new created people which Unlookt-for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall And make the Nations tremble all This is the lovely Morning-light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth Like to the Sun 's resplendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho kept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin And sad the case that they were in Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns Equip't for blood like men of War Their sleeping Souls awak'ned are O what a glorious sight is this O what a heart-rejoicing ' t is That those that at a distance stood Return the purchase of my blood Another to the Tune of Psal 113. NEws from the Confines of the East There Kings in Armour all are drest To make the Nations tremble all A new created People which Unlook for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall This is a lovely Morning light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth First as the Moon in dusky fair Then as the Sun with light most clear Who 's this and what her splendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho keept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns From out the Dungeons they were in O! what a glorious sight is this O! what a heart-rejoicing 't is That now the purchase of my Blood In all my Saints compleated is And Jews and Gentiles coalesce That heretofore at distance stood CANT VI. 11. I went down into the Garden of Nuts to see the fruits of the Valley and to see whether the Vine flourished and the Pomegranates budded HYMN 110. ROuse thee O Israel Child of the Valley where Put from the presence of the mate Sad thy rejectings were O thou hast been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such husky Shells from thee All comforts were debar'd There was a Kernal but There was no coming at it By unbelief thou wert as if For thy destruction fatted At last I heard in thee A ratling of the bones As if they would together come And real sighs and groans I will go down and see Whether the Vines are good And Grapes abound and give us hopes And the Pomegranates bud If so the work is done Thy Foes are put to flight To Rocks and Mountains they shall run For shelter if they might Another to the Tune of Psal 124 O Israel Child of the Valley where No Tongue can tell What 's thy afflicted state Sequestred from The presence of thy Mate Whose doom was just For casting off my fear And me so soon Hence thy rejectings were Thou 'st been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such Husks Could'st not be opened Kernel there was But none upon it fed Thy unbelief Did thy return retard And slighting me Thy Prayer was not heard At last I hear A ratling of the Bones As if they 'd come Together suddenly Thy God will come And see how all things lye Is it a thing That 's real Are there groans And tears and fruits And supplications O doth the Vine Flourish the Grapes abound And give us hopes Do the Pomegrantes bud Hath God inspir'd Their hearts with real good Thy God will come If these be in thee found And lead thee forth VVith safety thee surround CANT VI. 12. Or ever I was aware my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib HYMN 111. SION awake the day is come Rouse as a Lion from thy den Th' alarm sounds that ne're did yet My Spirit is up Awaken then You Angels get your Chariots ready Prepare you for this long'd-for day Hast hast come I am drest already My Soul 's a wing I cannot stay Amminadibs Chariots drove fast But never drove so fast as mine Amminadib was not in such hast Nor flew so fast on wings of time A willing God a willing People Both hot upon the same design They 'r both agreed there 's not a scruple To interpose to while off time Our Hearts are swifter than our Charets We 'l both conspire from our places Thou here and I from lofty Garrets We 'l lift this World from of its basis My Soul admire what hast he speeds To fetch his Captives out of thrall With winged flames to help their needs That pickled lay in Salt and Gall. Another to the Tune of Psal 124. ROuse there is life The long'd-for day is come Th' Alarm sounds Where it ne're sounded yet Their hearts have ears They 'r peirced to the quick I 'le now go down And do what 's to be done My heart 's on fire I 'le be their Light and Sun You blessed Angels get you Chariots ready My Royal Spirit Is up I must away My Soul is all A-wing I cannot stay Amminadib That drove so fast and steddy Had not my hast Come I am drest already A willing God And willing People met With resolutions stronger than the Charets They from below I from my lofty Garrets
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
glorious day There is a day will break your Cords And fright your Fears away The Winter blast is almost past Farwel the Rain and Flood Now Antichrist no more shall tast The sweet of Martyrs blood There comes a Church-reviving Spring The Flow'rs adorn the Earth The Turtles with the Birds do sing All hearts are full of Mirth A time when every Tree shall yield A pleasant Fruit to God And all the Creatures of the Field Shall feel no more his Rod. Rise then my Love and come away Stand ready for the time Prepare thee for this long'd for day And let it find thee mine Awake behold I 'm at the door Let me not find thee sleeping My Spirit is up I 'le quickly put An end to all thy weeping CANT II. 14. O my Dove that art in the clefts of the rocks in the secret places of the stairs let me hear thy voice for sweet is thy voice and thy countenance is comely HYMN 43. MY mournful chast and harmless Dove My Spouse thou art and thee I love I've hide thee in the craggy Rock As if secur'd by Key and Lock The clefts and rendings of my Side Op'ned a passage to my Heart And there my Dove shall safe abide And thou and I will never part The Hawks and other Fowl's of prey The Winter Storms of Persecution Shall but intice my Dove away And cleave my Heart for her Admission The secret places of the Stairs Where she retreats to breathe her Pray'rs Are open to my view my Dove I 'le meet thee there and shew my Love O let me hear thy Voice my Dear Tho broke and inarticulate Thy Nonsense I 'le be glad to hear And prize the Pray'r which thou dost hate O let me see thee now and then That sees thee always from my place Present thy self once and agen It 's joy to me to see thy Face CANT II. 15. â—ake us the Foxes the little Foxes that spoil the vines for our vines have tender grapes HYMN 44. TAke us the subtil Foxes Lord They are too wise for us to take They spoil thy holy places and Intrenching there their Burrows make They bark and peil the fruitful Vines O tender thou the tender Grapes Surround them by thy wakeful pow'r Till it be said not one escapes Let them be taken in their craft Thou in the Trenches dig their Graves Pluck off their Foxes skin and drown Their Carcases in wrathful Waves Let all the World see what they are Let them not cheat thy Churches more Entrap them in the traps they lay And lay their Sin at their own door Blessed Redeemer keep my Soul A weak and tender Grape am I A tender Grape that can't escape A little Foxes subtilty Preserve thy Chruch and her desend From Lions teeth and Foxes wiles So will we sing to our great King When thou shalt bless our Cheeks with smiles CANT II. 16. My beloved is mine and I am his he feeds among the lilies HYMN 45. O Blessed day that I can say My Jesus thou art mine O blessed day that I can say My Jesus I am thine My Christ is mine by deed of gift And that 's a title good And I am his by purchase right He bought me with his Blood I 'le have no other Love but he I like my choice so well He 'l have no other Spouse but me Together let us dwell He feeds among the Lilies white There he doth most frequent Amongst his Saints all his delight Is plac'd to his content Their Graces are his sweet repast Their Pray'rs and Praises are A Banquet to him and their Faith His most delicious Fare O let but me and this Church be A Field of Lilies where My Christ may feast what likes him best Upon his sent-in chear CANT II. 17. Until the day break and the shadows flee away turn my beloved and be like the Roe or the young Hart upon the mountains of Bether HYMN 46. WHy stays the lingring Day What ails the Morning light To lye a Bed so long while I Am longing for its sight There is a Nuptial day Shall perfect all ere long When all the shades shall flee away And all the Saints shall throng Into the Bridal room And coalesce in one One Heart one Spouse to Christ alone Made so by Union A bright and glorious day No clouds shall hide the Sun And universal Joy shall raise The heart of every one The glorious Angels shall These Nuptials celebrate And gladly sound their Trumpets round At a Triumphant rate Till then protect me Lord And turn thy steps to me O hasten hasten all thou canst Delays Distractions bâ— O be thou like the Roe With winged speed make haste Or as a Hart that runs apart On Bethers Mountains fast Finis Cap. 2. Triuni gratias CANT III. 1. By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth I sought him but I found him not HYMN 47. MY God! I love thee with my Soul And yet I lye in Bed Tho thou art mine and I am thime My heart is almost dead Such drowsie damps o'recast my Joys I seek thee half asleep And now I cannot hear thy Voice I only sigh and weep I seek thee but I find thee not My Lord where art thou gone Into what Covert art thou got And leav'st me here alone A sloathful Suitor I have been It prompts me to conclude My Christ won't humour drowsiness Nor mind dull Solitude Wake me my God with Voice and Rod O rouse my drousie Senses Let me not lye and sleeping dye Or idly make pretences My Soul awake and rise and shake This dulness off for why If thou will vainly live to sleep Then must thou sleeping dye CANT III. 2. I will arise now and go about the city in the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves I sought him but I found him not HYMN 48. IN vain do I divert my self And think the World shall ease me And roul my self in earthly Pelf And in its Pleasures please me In the broad ways and City streets A Christ is rarely found A Soul distrest he seldom greets Upon such dirty ground Thou ' ast left this wicked World long since O Christ thou art not there O let me get me out from hence And seek some other where Be gone vain Pleasures empty Toys You please yet vex me sore You interrupt my sp'ritual Joys I 'le never love you more I seek in vain my Christ to gain He dwells in other places You 'r all my hindrance and my sin I 'le never see your Faces I thought I might enjoy his Light In midst of worldly Pleasure But I have found the World abound With no such blessed Treasure CANT III. 3. The watchmen that go about the City found me to whom I said Saw ye not him whom my soul loveth HYMN 49. YOu spiritual Watchmen at the Gate O you whose Office 't is To pity my distressed State And tell me where he is He whom
inclosed is my Sister my Spouse a Spring shut up a fountain sealed HYMN 71. MY Spouse I have enclosed And strongly fenc'd thee in With rocky Walls and scorching Fire Thou hast my Garden been If men dare scale the Flames To their own loss they venture I 'le keep thee so on every side They 'l knock but shall not enter I 'le plant thee with sweet Flow'rs And every fruitful Tree And all about I 'le make me Bow'rs And take my walks in thee I 'le shut and seal thee up No dirty foot shall see Thy heavenly Springs and Waterings Thou shalt my Fountain be O thou the Spring of Springs Whose Fountains always run Fountain of Fountains and all things From thee my Waters come O thou the King of kings Plant thou thy Garden round Let every walk thy Praises talk In thee my fruit is found CANT IV. 13. Thy plants are an Orchard of Pomegranates with pleasant fruits Camphire with Spikenard Ver. 14 Spikenard and Saffron Calamus and Cynamon with all trees of frankincense Myrrh and Aloes with all the chief spices HYMN 72. COme now my Sister let us go And how see the young of Sets do The Standarts must not stand I have A better use to put them to These I 'le transplanâ— to Paradice With Glory I will fill their faces They must be gone their work is done The young ones must supply their places The Lambs the Babes my Churches breed Are a more rav'shing sight to me Than the Pomegranate full of seed Or all the Arabian spices be The Spikenard Camphire and the rest Of choicest Aromatick fumes Are worthless when they do their best Let them be buried in their Tombs But O the Joy I take to see My pregnant Church her Children bear The young ones that convert to me My choicest Heaven on Earth is there Young ones awake since I do take Such pleasure in your budding Graces Repent Convert or 't will be Death For you to let me see your faces CANT IV. 15. A fountain of gardens a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon HYMN 73. IF I a Garden am thou art O Christ the living Spring If I have any sprouting Plants The Water thou dost bring No Water then no Fruit no growth No Spire can pierce the Clods The Fruit I bear if it be rare It is not mine but Gods My heart was dead the other day And then sweet Mercy came And washt it in a Spring of Blood It came to Life again My heart was hard as I may say As hard as any Stones I drench it in the living Spring And it to softness comes My heart was cold as cold as Ice Some heat it did require I found the living Waters had In them a living Fire Now let thy dying living blood Stream as from Lebanon Water my wants and wash my Plants Or we are all undone CANT IV. 16. Awake O North-wind and come thou South blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out HYMN 74. I Must have Air and Wind As well as Water Lord Or else my Garden that is I No fruit can ere afford Arise North-wind and South Rough and serene both best And do thou time their gates and thine In both Ish all be blest There 's not one Plant will thrive Or Flower hold its scent Unless thy Spirit Lord contrive To breathe their Nutriment How will the Spices flow How will my Graces flourish If thy sweet Spirit please to blow And drooping Flowers cherish For loves-sake let me beg O Holy Ghost thy Grace Thy Breathings Giftings Fillings Seals Let each work take its place If my Beloved come As he a coming is Not finding me and Fruit at home He 'l say my heart 's not his CANT IV. 16. Let my my beloved come into his Garden and eat his pleasant fruit HYMN 75. MY Garden is thy Garden Lord Therefore do thou the Winds awake Let sharp and cold North-winds accord With gentle South and their turns take Sometimes I need a nipping Frost Lord not too sharp lest all be lost To cross my sin let me be crost But Winds serene advantage most Let North awake and stop but let The South awake and come and blow Too much the North will nip the fruits But O the South will make them grow O Spirit of Love and harmless Dove Do thou take wings and fly to me Or else give wings to climbing Love And quickly I will up to thee My Lord here 's little fruit for thee Tho my Souls Garden do its best But if thou com'st there 's Fruit for me Tho I have none I shall be blest Thus poor Folks entertain the King And Landlords sit at Tenants table They have no more but what they bring Thou should have more if I were able Finis Cap. 4. Laus Jehovae CANT V. 1. I am come into my garden my Sister my Spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk HYMN 76. WEll I am come my Spouse Thy Pray'rs have given me wings I have accepted all thy vows And tasted all thy things In thee I find my myrrh My honey-Combs I eat Thy Milk and Wine is all Divine Thy Spices all are sweet Thy Plants that I have set Are in a thriving plight Thy heart a flour'shing Orchard is A Garden of delight O how I joy to see My cost not lost upon thee There grows sweet Fruit on every Tree The younger Plants have won me Thy Fruits of holiness Are Aromatick Spices Thy Garden and thy self no less To me a Paradise is My God how is it thus Can man relieve his Maker No but the grafted Cion is Of the Stocks life partaker CANT V. 1. Eat O friends drink yea drink abundantly O beloved HYMN 77. COme now all you that are my Friends My Church hath made a feast Come fill your Souls with Nectar bowls I call you with the rest I 'de have you all partake of these Her inexhausted pleasures Come eat and drink her Pray'rs and sink Your selves into her treasures Her Lips shall feed you and her Graces Their bounty shall express If Angels come they shall have some And Joy to every Guest Come then you drooping Spirits come Here is a worthy prize And if you please to drink up Seas I 'le give her fresh supplies Lord of all store I thee implore Since what is thine is mine And what is mine is thine This boon To grant do thou incline That thou wouldst fill me with thy self And stretch my Soul to hold thee And I shall feast me and the rest With what thy Love hath told me CANT V. 2. I sleep but my heart waketh HYMN 78. I Am a contradiction Lord I wake yet am asleep I am asleep and yet I wake I both and neither keep Thus after greatest beams of Love My heart grows cold again As after greatest gleams of Light The Heavens grow big with rain When first
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