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Spiritual hymns upon Solomons song: or, Love in the right channel Wherein that divine part of scripture is paraphras'd, and the dark places expounded; and may be vocally sung in the ordinary tunes of the singing Psalms. By John Reeve.
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Reeve, John, 1608-1658.
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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
I tasted rav'shing sweet From thy divinest Love I thought I never more should meet With darkness from above But now I am all Ice and Cold My Zeal I cannot keep As if I 'de over-drunk my self I 'm fallen fast a sleep But yet my hearts awake I would Do better if I could The Spirit is willing Flesh is weak O make me what I should I would not rock my self asleep If slumber overtake me Rouse up my drowsie Sences Lord And by thy Power wake me CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh saying Open unto me my sister my love my dove my undefiled for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night HYMN 79. LOve will not suffer drowsiness But kindly wakes his sleepy Spouse Thus Parents wake their children whose Dull inclinations cannot rowze Awakening Love a Voyage took In all the Rain and in the Deep To view the World and found that part That 's call'd Awak'ned fast asleep Awak'ning Love the danger saw How sleepy Saints unuseful were How prone the Devil was to Rob And spoil them of their precious ware How little love to Christ there was As men asleep they mind him not How soon their Temples by a Nail Might pierced be with deadly stroke Awak'ning Love that saw things thus Rouseth them first with midnight cries Cries Fire Fire O! the Fire of Hell Flames out awake why don't you rise That not prevailing turns his voice Into a Lovers earnest cry That knocks and bounceth at the door Cold wet Awake my Love 't is I. CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh saying Open to me my Sister my Love my Dove my undefiled One c. HYMN 80. OPen thy heart my Love And let thy Jesus in And why not ope thy heart to me As well as unto Sin Why not for me as well As for forbidden pleasure Shall I stand waiting at the door That am thy God and Treasure Shall I thy Lover take This pains to make thee mine And shall a base and sordid Lust Ensnare that heart of thine It breaks my heart to see My Love in Bed with Sin Whilest I the Husband am shut out And may not enter in My Jealous Heart and Eye Would prompt my Hand to take A Javelin up and strike thee dead But that my Bowels ake And yearn with Love and Pity Rise then and let me in And I 'le forgive thee all that 's past And love thee well agen CANT V. 2. It is the voice of my beloved that knocheth HYMN 81. HArk drowsie Soul whose Voice is that Whose hand that knocks at door That pleads his entrance with such charms I never heard before 'T is my beloved's O that Love Now in my lapsed state To call me Sister Love and Dove And undefiled Mate That pleads his Journey and his Locks Wet with the drops of Night His head bedew'd with rain he fain Would enter if he might Lord break the door the Spirit saith The Flesh wo'nt let me rise Burst all the Locks and Bolts and come The Flesh cries otherwise Come Jesus sweet and let us meet The better part saith Come But Flesh and Pleasure cries No no No no! there is no room My God shall Flesh prevail 't will be If thou stand'st neuter here As Candle by a snuff kept down That fain would upward soar CANT V. 3. I have put off my coat how shall I put it on I have washed my feet how shall I defile them HYMN 82. CAn'st thou not rise my Love I ran To help when thou wert cast My dearest Lord I cannot Can Flesh chains me down so fast Wilt thou not rise my Dove I rose When dead to make thee rise My Lord I cannot will This Flesh So hard upon me lies 'T is night 't is dark my coat is off How can I put it on My feet are washt and should I rise And make them foul anon Thus Eve her Figleaves stitcht together The Bidden made excuses The mild and gentle Jesus stands And puts up all abuses I might have said Can it be Night When day is at the door Or dark when he that is the Light Can darkness overpow'r I have put off my Coat and can't I put it on as soon Affronted thus my Jesus cry'd Farwel my Love I 'm gone CANT V. 4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door and my bowels were moved for him HYMN 83. AS men are wont when taking leave To wave the hand to parting friend I saw him do 't my heart did heave And all my bowels did extend My Jesus I shall ne're forget That dreadful black and sad surprize I would have rose with all my heart But at the present could not rise My bowels sounded when I saw His beck'ning hand a farwel give I thought I should have dy'd to see Him wave his hand and take his leave As frighted men in dreams would speak But have not power to speak a word My heart assai'd to pray him stay My moving bowels all concur'd I hal'd for breath and would have cri'd Stay Lord I come but could not utter I plainly saw my loss would be Like riches running down a Gutter My Soul these damps and dreadful cramps Contract the Sinews of the best My God! appear to me draw near When such Temptations me infest CANT V. 5. I rose up to open to my beloved and my hands dropped with myrrh and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh upon the handles of the lock HYMN 84. I Rose I went I op'd the door But I delay'd too long My dearest Lord was gone before Distated at this wrong Yet left a sweet persume behind The sign he had been there No sooner had I toucht the Lock My hands dropt down with myrrh He left me not till I him left And never left me so But left a vertue still behind To sweeten all my wo. Thus Lovers will absent but then Tokens shall blow the Flames And keep the Fire of Love alive And quicken the remains My God! my heart 's a rusty Lock Oyl it with Grace Divine My heart is more a chained door Burst up this Heart of mine Lay thy perfuming hand upon it And drop thy sweetness in 'T will fire my longings to thy self 'T will out with Sloth and Sin CANT V. 6. I opened to my beloved but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone my soul failed when he spake HYMN 85. JEsus withdraws Thus when the Sun Doth bid the World good-night It leaves it in a Dark and most Uncomfortable plight That word I 'm gone that killing word My heart did rend and tear I little thought his words were Swords Delays denials were I rose but he was gone from thence And left me all alone I never thought I 'le rise anon Did Tantamount Be gone If tears would fetch him back I 'de weep A Sea to waft him over If pray'rs I 'de rend the Skies with cries But I 'de