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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02404	A song for this sad times; composed by one of the now many wanderers, when much separated from the society of men, and somewhat incommodat for other works to divert him from vain ravings, and for to humble and recreat his own spirit. / By Mr. Jo. Castairs, Minister of the Gospel at Glasgow, when under imprisonment.	Carstairs, John, fl. 1646-1660.	1691 (1691)	Wing C647; ESTC R170904	13,168	34

A SONG FOR THIS Sad Times Composed By One of the now many Wanderers When much Separated from the Society of Men and somewhat incommodat for other Works to divert him from vain Ravings and for to Humble and Recreat his own Spirit By Mr. JO. CASTAIRS Minister of the Gospel at Glasgow when under Imprisonment EDINBVRGH Printed by JOHN REID at his Printing-House in Bells-wynd at the head of the Court of Guard Anno 1691. A SONG for this sad Times composed by one of t●… now many Wanderers when much seperated fr●… the Society of Men and somewhat incommodat f●… other Works to divert him from vain Ravings a●… for to Humble and Recreat his own Spirit 1. I HAVE this while a Prisoner closs been without Libertie ●nd some ti●… scarce accommodate as I had wont to be 2. But sure I should be well content to lurk in hill's or cell's Who justly might long since have been lodg'd in the lowest hells 3. And that for ills that I have done already 〈…〉 Should I not in all reason be well pleased with my lot 4. It is His Presence I perceive that sweetneth every place O that I could then evermore seek His most blessed Face 5. Whereof but one smile doth the soul refresh a great deal more Then Crowd of Friends and of that sort of Comforts greater store 6. This small Propine I have you sent a Coppie of some Lines For substance from experience drawn and richest scripture Mynes 7. Whose Fields abound with Treasure hid and Games of greatest price O but the Divine scriptures be an excellent Device 8. Wherein GOD's Wisdom manifold it self doth clearly show In suiting them to things and time as if writ just but now 9. Did CHRISTS Word in us richly dwel to one another we In Psalm's and Hymns and Spiritual Songs admonishers might be 10. And though we sing the lowest base even of the sadest port Yet might they then in Quiver all some sweet notes of Comfort 11. Of grief and joy together mixt we might fine Musick make That would our souls some way from Earth to HEAVEN by transport take 12. Where doubtles of sweet singers all the very sweetest are Surpassing David Jeduthun Asaph and Heman fare 13. Their great long masters mate with them but like school Boys would be Who learn the game and their first notes sing with difficulty 14. Their Harps are screw'd to highest page their voice sweet shirl and clear Amongst them all no jarr you will nor discord ever hear 15. Their songs above are all compos'd of pure but various joyes More sweet then those on Organs play'd and song by men with joyes 16. Our harps now hang on willows and by Babell streams we weep But then w'l sing play dance and all our holy measures keep 17. Disturb'd much now are all our songs by 〈◊〉 devils and ill men But then in spite of them we 'le sing that Heavenly requiem 18. We here through sin trouble and greif win scarcely one to croon But then the Lambs songs we 'l chaunt too that new Coelestial tune 19. And common tunes with all their parts as toyes will be forgot When that comes forth not heard on Earth all new in every note 20. Those Harpers on the sea of Glass will make such divine sound That thence against the echo will about the throne abound 21. Where siteth GOD and Christ the Lamb in robs of Majesty Surrounded with the elders grave who alwayes ravished be 22. Them to behold and cannot those But still to chaunt and sing That vision blest fresh matter doth of new song say them bring 23. When all heavenly Quiristers shall each their own part sing That confort rare of voices sweet will make GODS temple ring 24. Sad as I am me thinks I am fain their melody to hear Shall I once be a member of that sweetly warbling queer 25 When I through cold and darkness was forc'd to ly much on bed I to this song by providence as by the hand was led 26. Which did from viewing vanities some what at least divert If not chear up and humble too my sad but yet light heart 27. I wish't might have on you the same or some more blest effect Such as it is pray take it as a pledge of my respect 28. But since it is the first I essay I have made of that sort I do expect that you with it the better will comport 29. When shall it once at last to me through grace to my lot fall From GOD above to have and hold my expectation all 30. If I within these bounds were happily confind Nothing I am inclin'd to think would thence forth cross my mind 31. If in him also I my self delighted only still He would according to his word my heart desires fulfill 32. Though earthly comforts were dry'd up and all-together spent Yet his own all-sufficient self would yeild me full content 33. O! this a little heaven on earth would sure found for to be Unto a fainting sojurner like wandring weary me 34. But when I look to others arts dreaming to be made up It 's just I should be made to drink out of some empty cup 35. Where while I drunk my self I find To be the dryer still Thus will it doubtless alwayes be till he my heart shall fill 36. For sisterns that no water hold can never satisfy The immortal soul inlarg'd desires and vast capacity 37. The gratest draught but draught provoks and choaks the heart with thirst Yea to these cisterns hastes again more dry then at the first 38. A Scripture truth most plain this is as any there contain'd And after thousands of essays In ages all mantaind 39. Though I but little know of GOD and of his works and way Yet from the experience clear I can confirm this truth to day 40. For I two great ills did commit at which amaz'd may be And very desolat the Heavens yea frighted horribly 41. I Cistrens broke hew'd to my self that would no Water hold And living Waters Fountain did forsake how can 't be told 42. I am the Person I must grant that foolishly did try Waters to seek at Winter brookes which Summers drought doth dry 43. For which I 'm forc'd with Tames Troups confounded to turn back Since there of either strip or brook there 's now no path or track 44. A Childish fancy sure it was to dream these brooks could byd When Persecuting heat should rise or trouble Men betyde 45. For which I am now made to drink as to my self I brew'd On every serious thought of which my sorrows are renew'd 46. Like Succoths Men I 'm also taught as 't were with thorns and brears Some Lessons not well Learn'd by me before in many Years 47. And therefore in displeasures just of trouble in this Day I with a sharp go get them better am by him sent away 48. That it 's an ill and bitter thing I am now made to know From Him that is the Living