a sacrificed Lamb Whose Blood can make me white There is a Sun can wake the day Out of this dismal Night Then shall my black be washed off Then shall my Beauty shine Fair as the Morn tho thus forlorn Both in your Eyes and mine CANT I. 6. My mothers children were angry with me HYMN 13. MY Mothers not my Fathers Sons Half Brethren Lord to me That claim a Kind'red of thy Church But not a-kin to Thee Sons of the Church create my woes And cause me all this moan They'd have me see by their blind Eyes And quite put out my own They have a way to fast and pray Thy word doth not allow And to their Modes of Worship false They'd have my Conscience bow The golden Image they set up My Soul shall not adore The fi'ry Furnance of their Wrath I 'le bear and help implore Awake O Christ and me assist And keep my heart within True to thy Truth thy Cause and thee That nothing make me sin I 'd better anger Men and Devils That 's but a Creature wrath Than by submitting to these evils Try what thine Anger hath CANT I. 6. They made me keeper of the Vinyards HYMN 14. ARise O Lord some help afford To thee my Soul doth moan I cannot hold I must-unfold My grief to thee alone They 've gotten Vineyards here and there Exotick to thy Laws Which by their force they 'l make me keep From which my Soul withdraws Their Figs are naught their Grapes are sour Their Vintage is not good Their Winepress is to press the Saints Their Liquor is their blood Head of the Church I pray thee let My heart be guided so That I may yet their anger get And make them more my foe They 've got a Vineyard strange to thee No Scripture-rule must guide it And they 'd have me their slave to be O Lord I can't abide it Be thou a keeper Lord to me And I 'le be none of theirs And fortifie my heart within From all besieging fears So will I Praise and Trophies raise For my Illustrious King And throw false Worship out of doors As an accursed thing CANT I. 6. But mine own Vineyard I have not kept HYMN 15. ALas when I with them comply My Soul doth suffer loss My Vine doth languish and my Trees Are overgrown with Moss My Graces they felt a decay My Plants began to dye My Conscience bled my Joys were fled O what a Wretch was I â—alse Worship is a canker-Worm It Poysons all the Fruit Unscripture-Modes are Locusts all My Vineyard yet doth rue 't T was never well with me and mine Since thee and thine I slighted For fear of man from thee I ran O how I am benighted Let thy Commands and Laws O Christ My Vineyard be to me And next to them O let my Soul My other Vineyard be And let it be my great imploy To keep my Vineyards clean So shall I rest and be possest Of Joys no Eye hath seen CANT I. 7. Tell me O thou whom my soul loveth where thou feedest and where thou causest thy flocks to rest at noon for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions HYMN 16. O Thou Beloved of my Soul Tho hast a People free From all these mixtures cleansed pure O tell me where they be Thou hast thy Institutions And Ordinances pure Thou hast thy Churches Tell me when And where I may be sure Thou hast Enclosures rich and fat Peculiar to thy Sheep And dainty nour'shing Pastures where Thou dost them always keep Thou in Communion fold'st them up In Winter keep'st them dry Thou giv'st them shades from heat of Sun O tell me where they lye For why should I be led away By Creatures in pretence And starve my soul misled by such As come I know not whence O tell me then and bring me where In this my greatest need Thy Pastures and thy Pastors are And I with them will feed CANT I. 8. If thou know'st not O thou fairest among women go thy ways forth by the footsteps of the flocks and feed thy kids beside the shepherds tents HYMN 17. O Thou my fairest one Thus my beloved spake If thou would'st know what thou must do And with my Saints partake Go up to yonder Mount Thence look and thou shalt spye Clear as the Sun what must be done Presented to thine Eye Seest thou them folded Flocks Whose heart the Spirit tyes Whom Gospel order calls into Distinct Societies Seest thou the Fields where they Enjoy their heavenly feed The Shepherds stand at my command To guide them at their need Their Magna Charta is My Word my Law their Guide O follow them that follow me Their foot shall never slide There go and joyn thy self Thy Soul there feed and feast Follow their steps to Pastors Tents And there thy Soul shall rest CANT I. 9. I have compared thee O my love to a company of horses in Pharoahs chariots HYMN 18. MY Church my Love I 'le now begin T' express the Joy that I am in And sing thy Praise as thou dost mine And tell the World why I am thine I 've made thee fair there 's no compare No worldly thing is such to me King Pharoah's Charet-Horses were A comely sight but not like thee When I behold their beauty and Coupled in order as they stand I more admire and Praise those Unions My Churches have in their Communions Were Pharoah's trappings boss'd with Gold As if they would outshine the Sun Much more the pollish of thy Grace Shines that my heart is overcome Did Pharoah's Horses prance along And gladly draw his Charets on Such Service from thee I have found As if thou didst not feel the ground As Pharoah's Charets did exceed The best in all the world they be Such is my Love such is my Dove The best in all the world to me CANT I. 10. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels thy neck with chains of gold HYMN 19. WHen Princes Daughters in whose Veins The Royal blood doth run Stand richly drest in all their best By art that can be done My Church thy beauty far exceeds Thy Glory far excells My Love thou 'rt fairer than them all In thee all beauty dwells When rows of Jewels beautifie Their Face and Cheeks adorn To make thee fair in Princes Eye And welcome as the Morn The Graces of my Church shine forth More lustr'ous tho but small Methinks I see my Glory shine Upon their Faces all When chains of Gold the Necks enrich Of mortal Beauties here It draws their Eyes who are not wise And leads them to a snare But happy they that can be caught With Sions Beauty so And fall in Love as I have done With Saints and what they do CANT I. 11. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver HYMN 20. WE Father Son and Holy Ghost Will all in one conspire To stud the Glory of thy Face And make thee All Desire
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
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
O what a great Day 's this When in a net This wicked World My Foes are all beset My Soul admire With what a hast he speeds To fetch his Poor His Captives out of thrall This many years Pickled in Salt and Gall He comes amain And drives his fiery Steeds Like winged flames To help them at their needs CANT VI. 13. Return return O Shulamite return return that we may look upon thee what will ye see in the Shulamite as it were the company of two armies HYMN 112. REturn return O Shulamite Return return to me Thy God would bring thee back again Messiah waits for thee 'T will be the Nations wonder when The Pow'r of this Command Shall knit thy Sinews giving Life And Vigor to thy hand This voice Return shall rouse thee up From dead sleep thou art under And Spirit thy benummed Limbs 'T is like the voice of thunder Wake Judah gird thy Harness on Wake to the Battel now Wake Israel joyn thy forces with Thy sister Judahs bow Two Armies like two floods shall twist Their streams of fire together And drink the sinful Nations up And make their Glory wither Proud Babel now shall tumble down And all her Kings shall fall Now Antichrist hath run her race Shall be no more at all Another to the Tune of Psal 124. REturn return O Shulamite return Return thou Daughter of fair Sion hill O how I long My Soul is fainting till Thy God shall bring Thee back and make thee burn With love to thy Messiah dear and mourn Return return And make the Nations wonder Now shalt thou feel The Pow'r of this command I 'le give it force Thou shalt it not withstand I 'le spirit that word With life and make it thunder And wake thee from That dead sleep thou art under Wake Judah wake And girt thy Harness on Wake Isra'l wake VVake to the Battel now I 'le give the VVorld To thee thy armies too Shall drink the sinful Nations up and come And build their Trophies Sions mount upon Now is the time Ten shall a thousand chace Proud Babel now Shall tumble down before ye I 'le make her stoop And all her Kings adore ye Now Antichrist Thou 'st run thy cursed race Now Israel Strike home and take their place CANT VII 1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes O princes daughter the joynts of thy thighs are like jewels the work of the hands of a cunning workman HYMN 113. COme Princes Daughter come Born of the Royal Blood My Father is thy Father whom To serve 's thy chiefest good I see thy feet are shod With preparation for A sweet returning to thy God Whom once thou didst abhor How welcome are thy goings How beautiful thy feet These buds that blossom from thy doings To me are dearly sweet There 's not a step thou takest Towards thy Messiah dear But drops a Jewel to enrich The World both far and near Jewels are not so rich As steps that Retrograde t is enough to raise a pitch Of Love I never had Pride not thy self for this Let me have all the praise Who to thy steps did strength confer And did this Building raise Another to the Tune of Psal 125. COme Daughter born of Royal blood The King of Heav'n thy Father is He now awakes thee with a kiss The day is come so long withstood Thou art to him so dear Thou never needest fear I see thy welcome feet are shod With preparation from above Thou that didst hate begin'st to Love A sweet returning to thy God How welcome are thy goings How welcome are thy doings The buds that blossom from thy feet The very Bones that turn and move In th' hollow of thy Thighs I love All these to me are rarely sweet Jewels are not so rare Nor can with them compare Pride not thy self give God the Praise That is the great Artificer Did to thy steps this strength confer And did this hopeful Building raise To him thou ow'st thy birth And more than thou art worth CANT VII 2. Thy navel is like a round Goblet which wanteth not liquor thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies HYMN 114. NOw I will tell the World the wonder A barren Church grows fruitful she From whom in many hundred years I had no Children born to me Her Navel like a fountain fill'd Held Goblets of infused Grace Her pregnant Belly breeds a stock Like heaps of Wheat her number was Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to Windows get This is a Harvest to the Lord Exceeding what he ere had yet When thousands could Conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word This done in Sions infant-state What will her manhood then afford Go Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce one Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but who lifts up the latch But I 'le unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall be drops where Water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become Another to the Tune of Psal 125. NOw I will tell the World a wonder The barren Church grows fruitful she From whom for many hundred years I had no Children born to me But now she fertile grows Her numbers no man knows Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to windows get Her Pregnant Belly bears a stock For numbers like the grains of Wheat And these like Lilies white Are pure in my sight This is a Harvest to the Lord Beyond it self in Infant-state When thousands could conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word Tho since none such hath been I 'le make it so agen You Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce a Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but none lifts up the Latch I 'le fertile mercies broach And take away Reproach I will unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall like drops where water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become A Joyful day to Sion A Pillow soft to lye on CANT VII 3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins HYMN 115. THy breasts fhall give their milk to Kings And Princes be nurs'd up by thee Tyrants there shall be no such things By Thine shall Kingdoms ruled be Thy Nobles shall the Scepters sway The Crownsand Thronesshall all be theirs Those that will not thy feed obey Shall rue the day in Blood and Tears When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for fearing God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod Salvation shall for Bulwarks stand And Walls of Fire about thy place And God at all times near at hand Shall safe Protect thy blessed race Thy Breasts shall nurse up Rulers so Pastors according to my heart Shall be so well inspir'd and fit That Souls they shall by shoals convert And with this holy Seed thou
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