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A35958
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True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.
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Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.
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1655
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Wing D1411; ESTC R32402
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TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE To be sung with any of the common Tunes of the PSALMS COL 3. 16. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisedom teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and spirituall songs singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord EDINBVRGH Printed by Andro Anderson ANNO DOM 1655. TO THE READER SInce CHRISTS fair Truth craves no mans art Take this rude Song in better part TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE I Have a heart for love and love I cannot choose but have A love that can give full content the least as I can crave I want not suters and they all have agents still with me Who promise that which I do seek but sure I know they lie Though honour height to lift me up and mammon me to serve Yet their attendants skars me not nor makes my heart to swerve Pale fear duske envie care and toyle with other ill hew'd wights Wait for my service if I weed their masters O what sights The onely thing like to prevaile was match unto my minde When fancie buskde my party with perfections of each kind But now I see that fancie is not reall as it seemes No earthly love can give content all loves but Christs are dreams Then why want I contenting love since Christs love may be had In whom is all that I do seek or can be thought or said What other loves do seem to have is truely in him found The scattered beauties of them all in him are jointly bound What they do lack and cannot have because they finit be It s infinit in him it stands for ever still O Hee He he is only worthy love and nothing else but he Alas that vanity so long hath so bewitched me Why heard I flattering idols words why did I parly keep Why suffer'd I affection to sing me so asleep How went I on so foolishly and keept so oft their tryst As if false loves could be found true and had no minde of Christ No not when Christ was suiting me and they found oft untrue I stack still in their bonds and could my self no wayes rescue Yet good and wise Lord Jesus Christ did still pursue my love He knew though I refus'd my heart was his he could me move And now it s done my love is thine Lord Jesus home receive This whorish heart and suffer not my soul hence to deceive There shall my suiters all me serve but thou my love shall be They shal be mine not I theirs else they shall not follow me Thus shal I have advantage twise and blest shal be my lot I le get my lovers goods and love above theirs well I wot A love that will not me despise though I unworthy be Though vile and loathsome yet will he not loath but pitty mee Though fickle I he will not change his constancy is known Of change no shadow is with him he loves for ay his own When I for want of wit and strength offend and do confesse He will not chide but pardon me my faults both more and lesse He will not charge upon me lay more nor I may well bear But will my burthens as I need support I do not fear No wrath at others wil cause him unpleasant be to me No flanderer will get his ear to heare of me a lye He will not misconstruct my words he will not angry be Nor fret without a cause nor frowne nor fitch a fault falsly Nor mark my wayes so narrowly as nothing to passe by His love will hide my sin in love faith safely may rely He will not waste his heritage nor will himself disgrace No foes can hurt him and their spyt he turnes upon their face His love to other Saints shal not work prejudice to me More then the Suns light unto all doth hinder me to see No causelesse jealousie will vex at any time his minde But if he see my heart go wrong I know he is so kinde As to admonish and rebuke and chasten if it need And so me save from perishing too oft deserv'd indeed If I be sad he will be loath yet more to vex my heart If any other will do so 'gainst them hee 'l take my part And those that grieve me he will grieve and curse them more and lesse That curseth me so will he those that blesse me surely blesse If trouble set about me round he will not me forsake Nor leave me comfortlesse alone but pity on me take And if he hide his face a while as wisedome oft requires He doth but excercise my faith and sharpen my desires And if he seeme to stay well long that I become so dead As I can neither say nor sing nor meditate nor read Nor do ought else that might asswadge hearts pangs in such a case But sit and droup and hang my head long looking for his grace Uttering but broken words or none perplext with thoughts confusde Suggestions whisper all the while as if I were refusde Yet still his gracious hand doth me support with secret strength And makes me in these deeps not drown but brings me through at length Mean time he keeps my scattered words and failing those my teares In books and bottels and takes course to rid me out of fears And failing both my words and tears he makes each wofull grone And failing those my sighes and all the parcels of my mone Yea when I fit astonished my lifted hands and looks Speaks all my minde to him as if it written were in books For he doth search the heart and knowes what is the spirits mind And as its fit gives answer to needs cry in every kinde And look how sharp these tryalls are their fruit is far more sweet His countenance compenseth all with one blink when we meet For he doth make my heart more glad then any tongue can tell Though grief was great yet joy is now more sweet nor grief was fell For judge ye whosoever felt what weight in sin what griefe In minde opprest what angnish is when soul sees no relief What torment in perplexity what horrour in Gods wrath What hell in feard eternity at loosing of his breath And presuppon a soul were sure to dwell at last above In heaven with Christ yet know ye not what langour is in love What sicknesse in deferred-hopes what battell with our so What trouble when God hides his face and seems us to forgo Now judge again when weights are lift grief anguish torments gone For wrath death hell eternity of fear now there is none But in their place the heart lift up life light and rest is come Felt love peace victorie hearts health and Christs Sprit all in summe Judge when our much prokocked Lord himself shews reconcilde If with the joy that then is felt a heart may not