must we keep thence What folly is' t that makes us loth To dye and to go hence â—each down Reach down thine arm of Grace Lord fit us to ascend Where Congregations near brake up And Sabbaths have no end â—here there 's no sleep nor weariness To break thy Servants peace â—or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues Their troubles to increase There there 's no falt but all is free There day lives without night There Men and Angels live by love And in thy lovely light I come I come my God to thee Thanks Lord to thee I come My wearied starved prodigal Soul Come Soul come gladly home World take thy husks and give thy Swine I am for better bread For all my Fathers Children be With Heavenly Manna fed Now flesh leave Tempting of me now To doat on sensual things They that thy Feasts do value much They know not Christ the King Too long too long my simple Soul A bond-slave thou hast been This day I join thee to thy God And thee Divorce from Sin My dearest Lord and my poor Soul For ever ever Love According to his Cov'nant seal In this World and above Hymn VIII Another for the Sabbath or Lords D … MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the sweetness of his rest He makes his Servants share … w sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lye … y Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity â—ou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast … y Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this day of Rest â—elcome and dear unto my Soul â—re these sweet feasts of Love 〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above … ess thy wise and wondrous love Which bind us to be free … ich makes us leave our Earthly snares That we may come to thee … me I wait I hear I pray Thy foot-steps Lord I trace … ng to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face … is market day doth Saints inrich And smiles upon them all â—…s their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall â—…ay of Wonders Mercies Pawn The weary Souls recruit … e Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The end of endless fruit Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm THou spread'st a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may banquet on thy Worâ—… Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parcht and dry We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That sinners may observe thy call And numerous converts to the fall That those who do thy footsteeps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their good in vain Thy People at thy Footstool lie Behold us with a gratious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy Love alone can satisfie Hymm XI For Communion with God â—Las my God that we should be Such strangers to each other that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together â—…ou know'st my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode 〈◊〉 Musick gives so sweet a sound As these two words My God â—ong not for the fruit that grows Within these Gardens here â—…nd no sweetness in the Rose When Jesus is not near … y gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradice 〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of price … y I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee … y Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me … ke Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day … tended with the heav'nly Guards Upon my King's High-way â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear … me near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord I languish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost vail thy face There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to praise thy Name Where all thy singers meet Hymn XII A Cry before the Sacrament TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a priviledge is this To be th' Almighty's Guest I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face â—ut who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet â—o come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples feet Come Holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence â—he guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence â—emember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might mercy find Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath A wake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his face O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee O let our Entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet Hymn XIII Against Vnbelief A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt Christ calls arise and do not fear Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping Spirit
sake I love this life And seek the life above But how I wonder did I come To prize and love thee so That as I love thee more or less My comforts come or go O God of Love make good thy word Love thirsting Souls to fill I hope of Love I hither came In hope depart I will A Song of Praise took out of the Revelation of St. John TO him that lov'd us for himself And dy'd to do us good And wash'd us from our scarlet sins In his most precious blood And made us Kings and Priests to God His Father infinite To him eternal glory be And everlasting might The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown Amen Amen the Angels Cry Salvation is his due And we thro' all Eternity His praises will renew Thanks Glory Blessing Wisdom Might Honour and Power then Be to our God for ever more For evermore Amen A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies Mr. M. O God who dost the World command Thou Check'st both Wind and Waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine inchained Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the true and only God Their fury dost restrain Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's brow And change his murm'ring breath Thou gav'st to him a Brother's heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels do Arm at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my distress And to my God did flee He with compassion heard my cry He did arise for me With humble fear and thankful joy Lord at thy feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That thou alone dost all Thou art all Love thou art all Pow'r And so thou art to me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity A Song of Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost Dr. H. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit doth rejoyce In God my Saviour and my God I hear his joyful voice I need not go abroad for Joy Who have a Feast at home My sighs are turned into songs The Comforter is come Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast To witness God's Eternal Love This is my heav'nly Feast This makes me Abba Father cry With confidence of Soul It makes me cry my Lord my God And that without controul There is a stream which issues forth From God's Eternal Throne And from the Lamb a living stream Clear as the Crystal Stone This stream doth water Paradice It makes the Angels sing One Cordial drop revives my heart Hence all my Joys do spring Such Joys as are unspeakable And full of Glory too Such hidden Manna hidden Pearls As worldlings do not know Eye hath not seen nor Ear hath heard From fancy 't is conceal'd What thou Lord hast laid up for thine And hast to me reveal'd I see thy Face I hear thy Voice I taste thy sweetest Love My Soul doth leap but O for wings The wings of Noah's Dove Then should I flee far hence away Leaving this World of sin Then should my Lord put forth his hand And kindly take me in Then should my Soul with Angels feast On Joys that always last Blest be my God the God of Joy Who gives me here a tast A Song of Praise for Peace of Conscience M. MY God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till life and breath shall cease My thoughts did rage my Soul was tost 'T was like a troubled Sea But what a mighty voice is this Which winds and waves obey God speaks the word peace and be still My sins those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight Where now are all my fears The World can neither give nor take Nor yet can understand That Peace of God which Christ hath bought And gives me with his hand This is my Saviour's Legacy Confirm'd by his decease Ye shall have trouble in the World In me ye shall have peace And so it is the World doth rage But peace in me doth reign And whilst my God maintains the Fort Their Batt'ries are in vain The burning Bush was not consum'd Whilst God remained there The three when Christ did make the fourth Found Fire as meek as Air. So is my mem'ry stuff'd with sins Enough to make an Hell And yet my Conscience is not scorch'd For God in me doth dwell Where God doth dwell sure Heav'n is there And singing there must be Since Lord thy presence makes my Heav'n Whom should I sing but thee My God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease Hymn XLIV A Song of Praise for Pardon of Sin MY God a God of pardon is His Bosom gives me ease I have not do not please my God Yet mercy him doth please My sins aloud for vengeance call But lo a Fountain Springs From Christ's pierc'd side with louder cries And speaketh better things My sins have reach'd up to the Heav'ns But Mercies heighth exceeds Gods Mercy is above the Heav'ns Above my sinful deeds My sins are many like the Stars Or Sands upon the shore But yet the Mercies of my God Are infinitely more Manassah Paul and Magdalen Were pardon'd all by thee I read it and believe it Lord For thou hast pardon'd me When God shall search the World for Sin What trembling will be there O Rocks and Mountains cover us Will be the Sinners Pray'r But the Lambs wrath they need not fear Who once have felt his love And they that walk with God below Shall dwell with God above Rage Earth and Hell come Life come Death Yet still my Song shall be God was and is and will be good And merciful to me Hymn XLV Variety of Providences Psalm 147. Dr. W. GIVE Laud unto the Lord It is a pleasant thing His Praises to record And his sweet Songs to Sing Who on a Rock His Church erects And recollects His scatter'd Flock He heals the Heart contrite And binds up all their wounds He tells the Stars of Light Whose numbers so abound And he can call Each shining flame Of them by name He knows them all Great is this God of ours Yea most exceeding great His Pow'r above all Pow'rs And hath the Soveraign Seat And as his Might So likewise his Pure Wisdom is Most infinite O Salem praise the Lord Praise him O Sion-hill Who hath thy Gates well-barr'd And doth thy Cities fill Thy Peace full great He makes to be And filleth thee With Flow'r of Wheat Thro' th' earth his Mandats go His word most swiftly flies Like Wooll he giveth Snow His Frost as Ashes lies His Ice is roll'd As morsels and O who
A COLLECTION OF Divine Hymns Upon Several Occasions Suited to our common Tunes for the use of Devout Christians in Singing forth the Praises of God Licensed 1693. Edw. Cooke LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns the lower end of Cheapside 1694. THE PREFACE FOR the Publication of this little Book I may not make use of the Instance of the Painter that took an Eye from one a Limb from another and a Complexion from a third c. lest some should expect too much Excellency here know this that it was only a Collection with several Additions and Alterations for my own Family But some seeing of it desired that it might be made publick I am very sensible that the right performance of this Duty in Verse in a Spiritual manner is of greater difficulty than Prayer and Praise is in Prose because here the Words and Composure is not our own For all Psalmody falling under the Rules of Art and confin'd to Sounds there is not that freedom of Soul to express the present Conceptions of our Mind and Spirit as in Prose though many times the Verse hits upon the very thoughts of our Hearts and may express them better than we could our selves but this is accidental I confess this is one of the Arguments for Forms of Prayer and truly I must own there is a necessity of betaking our selves to well Composed Forms in Hymns and Psalms for I know of no Ministers or Christians that pretend to any accuracy in sudden extempory Hymns or putting a Psalm of David into Verse so well suddenly as they can by Study Premeditation and Composure especially for the use and benefit of others It is not my business here to dispute others have well answered all other Baxter's Paraph on Psalms Objections against this Duty It 's easily understood that he that Prays is the mouth of all the rest and it 's their great Duty that joyn with him to labour affectionately to go along with him in their Spirits and at last to say Amen to all that they apprehend hath been according to the will of God But in Psalms and Hymns they are all Mouths all vocally Praise God therefore ought to hear before hand or have it before them in a Book what is to be Sung and this must not be only to avoid Confusion but it is necessary in all Harmony that Words and Sounds be Concordantly the same And here lies the difference between Prayer and Praise in Verse or Psalmody and Prayer and Praise in Prose this first being vocally express'd by one the other vocally expressed by all It must be acknowledged that there must be a due regard had to variety of Psalms and Hymns lest we dull and cloy our selves in the use of this Spiritual and Evangelical Duty and indeed I cannot but express my experience in this matter that an excellent new and well composed Hymn or the often varying in this ordinance doth much affect me and I believe all persons will acknowledge that the often or constant use of the same Psalm or Hymn hath not such a tendency to stir up such lively affections And I need not tell any the reason of this that knows any thing of the Soul of Man and the humane nature which must be delighted even in the worship of God I hope some will collect more and better for the benefit of the Church and those that do believe and that none will gruâ—â—h us this most ancient useful nay glorious imployment if they do they are worse than the Heathen Pliny who gives an account of the Christians not scoffingly in his time this being one part of their character that it was their practice to sing praises to God and to one Jesus whom they called their Redeemer before the break of day If any shall benefit by the use of this little Collection or be excited to set upon the Work and do it far better it is that which I hope for earnestly desiring God may have the glory and believers Souls the help and advantage by such an attempt Yours c. A TABLE OF THE Hymns in this Book  Page THE Majesty and Greatness of God 1 God's Creation of Earth and Sea 2 God's Provision for his Creatures 4 God's Providence in Government of the World 6 God's Riches fills the Earth and Sea 8 All Creatures sustain'd by God 8 God is to be Praised for his wonderful Works 9 Come Halelujah Sing 10 Give Laud unto the Lord. 13 Ye Angels Bright 14 Confession Petition Thanksgiving 18 Heavens King my Careful Shepherd 22 Hymn for the Sabbath-Day 23 Another for the Sabbath 24 Another 25 Another 26 Another 28 Another 95 For Communion with God 29 A Cry before the Sacrament 30 Against Unbelief 32 Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 33 Admiration of Divine Mercy 34 The Conflict 36 Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 37 God's Mercy ground of Praise 39 Justice and Judgement 43 Why do Heathen rage 43 Hymn for the Sacrament 45 Another 46 Another 47 Another 48 The Lord doth Reign 49 Ye Servants of the Lord. 50 Give Thanks unto the Lord. 51 Blest is the Man whose 52 Blameless Life out of the 119 Psal Not to us Lord not to us 56 Thus spake the Lord unto his Son 57 United Joys 60 Reliance on God 61 Early and earnest seeking of God 62 Praises in Sion 63 Confession and Petition 64 Panting after God 65 For a Funeral 66 Petition for Answer of Prayer 67 Petitions to and confidence in God 68 High confidence in God 70 Confidence in God as a Shepherd 71 The Souls resolve to bless God 72 Flourishing and fading of the Wicked 73 At Funerals 74 At parting of Friends 76 Song of Praise out of Revelat. 77 Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 77 Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost 78 Praise for Pardon 79 Praise for peace of Conscience 80 Variety of Providences 80 For the Gospel 82 For Redemption 82 For the Morning 84 Another 99 For the Evening 85 Another 100 For good Success 86 A general Song of Praise 87 Mystery of Godliness and on the Heavenly Mount 89 The shaking of Coasts 90 Collection from several Psalms 92 Doxologies 93 Affections to Jesus 96 Of Loyal Faith 96 The Souls Thirst for the Holy Spirit 97 Of Praise and Hope 98 In all 73 Hymns A Collection of Hymns Hymn out of the 104 Psalm The Power and Goodness of God in the Creation and Governments of the World celebrated with Praise Part. I. The Majesty and Greatness of God D. W. I. COme O my Soul my nobler part Thy noblest pow'rs now bring Rouse up thy self with ravish'd heart Thy Maker's praise to sing II. O mighty Lord my God and King How shall my meanness treat Of thee and of thy Glories sing Who art exceeding great III. Eternal Being who to none Dost thine Existence owe All things that are didst thou alone Make out of nothing grow IV. Invisible to Mortal Eye To
chear His Errand was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When blinded with her Tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears My sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second Flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his Blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That sinner shall not die Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crouding at my door â—ord Satan says my sins are high And spread before thy face â—ast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace Hymn XIV A Song of Praise for the Lords Supper O Praise the Lord Praise him Praise him Sing Praises to his name â— all ye Saints of Heaven and Earth Extol and Laud the same â—ho spared not his only Son But gave him for us all â—nd made him drink the Cup of wrath The Wormwood and the Gall. … ail nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass … t he must drink it off and this The Fathers pleasure was 〈◊〉 then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd â—…elding himself to God and Man He stretch'd his arms and dy'd 〈◊〉 dy'd indeed but rose again And did ascend on high That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might live eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth vengeance vex and tear Were it not for a dying Christ Our dwelling had been there His blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our sin gave us himself What an exchange is here What ever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we eat the Flesh of Christ And must we drink his Blood His Flesh is Heavenly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls With thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy name Longing to see thy Face When shall our Souls mount up to thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine Which is for ever new Hymn XV. The Sinners admiration of Divi … Mercy as 148. Psalm VVHO can this love express His Mercy ne're decays â—hat can my Soul do less â—han love him all my days Bless God my Soul … ' n unto Death â—ffering praise With every Breath â—y sins were very high â—his Soul almost in Hell â—et Jesus then drew nigh â—nd caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul â—ven unto Death … flamed Love In every Breath â—ejected Souls may not â—cceptance with him fear â—…o sigh was e're forgot â—e Botltes every Tear Do not dispair â—ecause you see â—ow kind the Lord Has been to me â—ere Lord will I admire â—he wonders of thy Grace â—ill thou shalt call me higher â—here to behold thy face O heighth of Grace Depth of Love â—ow fit me for Thy joys above â—o praise Redeeming Love â—y Soul doth now rejoice Come thou assisting Dove Thou know'st it is my choice My Heart so low Lord thou canst raise Blest Spirit blow And I shall praise Glory to God on high And peace to men below Now Christ in Grace is nigh His Spirit to bestow All Glory then To th' Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn XVI The Conflict O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout Exceeding weary of this fight But dare not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That oft I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer Night than Day I cry to God these cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accept my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make The Law of Sin Grace will Jar Both dwelling in one Room My Soul expects perpetual War Till I am sent for home Altho' these combates make me fear They shall not cast me down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for my Crown My restless Soul shall ne're give o're Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driv'n Lord from thy Door Till thou shalt say I Love Hymn XVII A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory I Sojourn in a Vail of Tears Alas how can I sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every string My Musick is a Captives Chain Harsh sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill Yet lo I hear a joyful sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at home Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest friend Come for I Loath these Kedar Tents Thy fiery Chariots send What have I here my thoughts and joys Are all pack'd up and gone My eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne What have I in this barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a place for me For 't is his will that where he is There should his servants be Canaan I view from Pisgah's top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns me in this World Will Crown me in the next Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast long walk'd with him here Go see thy God at home View Death with a Believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place The Grave is but a fining pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The World which I have lov'd so well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind These vexing vanities My dearest friends all dwell above Them will I go to see And all my friends in Christ below Will soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earths rending sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become Blest be my God that gives me light Who in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of love Who causeth me to hope Here the word Signet Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain By these thy Pledges Lord I know My hopes are not in vain Hymn XVIII Psalm as 148. Gods Mercy the Ground of Mans praise Part I. O Celebrate the Lord And with a grateful mind His benefits record He 's ever good and kind His Glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place II. O let