Would I were there that I with them Might learn to Love thee too The Virgin-Souls whom thou art tuning As strings to sound thy Praise Whose hearts with holy Oyl perfuming With whom 't is early days Initial converts new crept out The Womb of Graces laws Commence their Love and Face about O how thy Oyntments draws Pour on t the anointings Lord and we Will wrap our selves in sweet And dwell amidst the rich perfumes There will we place our feet Tho it be costly spare no cost O spare nor work nor toyl Tho we have nothing else to give We 'l give thee Love for Oyl CANT I. 4. Draw me and we will run after thee HYMN 6. WIth thy great Power draw me Lord And I to thee will come With greater Power draw me Lord And I to thee will run Draw me and others I will draw And we to thee will run Except thou draw'st our backward hearts To thee they 'l never come When Jesus draws he strongly draws The flesh can't hold me back Nor all the pleasures of the World 'T is thee 't is thee I lack When Jesus draws he sweetly draws As Beasts by Fodder led As Lovers draw by Charms of Love As Unions raise the Dead The Loadstone draws the steely Mass And none can tell us how So draw my steely Heart my God And make my Powers bow Yea drawn I am I bless thee for 't My Soul shall praise thee ever O Father Son and Holy Ghost My God forsake me never CANT I. 4. The King brought me into his Chambers HYMN 7. WHen fervent Love with winged hast To blessed Jesus flies With winged hast he comes as fast With help and choice supplies Let 's not his Church stand at the door He sends no Servant down But down the stairs he comes himself That King of great renown His Person is the thing She seeks His Person tends upon Her His Person is the thing She meets His Person is Her honour And up the Stairs he leads his Love Gives Her a Princely Treat With sp'ritual Nectar chears Her heart And Entertainments great He seasts Her with his Chamber Love The best of all his store She seeds upon his Flesh and Blood Her heart can wish no more O Lord thou art to me a dart My wounded bleeding heart Shall still impart her Lovesick Art And never from thee start CANT I. 4. We will be glad and rejoyce in thee HYMN 8. GO empty Joys with all you toys I have a better Joy than you The Wine the Mirth the Musick dance Doth but my precious Soul undo The blessed Jesus hath vouchsafe'd Upon the Mount my Soul to raise Now I 'le exalt his Name and Fame And to the Heavens raise his Praise Let things go how they will below Let Mountains duel with the Seas Let Hell her hottest Fires blow My heart in Him shall take her ease The merry Mirth which madness yields Which worldly Men so fast devours Their pleasures and their drinking-hours Cannot afford such Mirth as ours They cannot tast our Joys O Lord Nor can thy Saints more rellish theirs Our Joys will greater Joys afford And their's will end in bitter Tears Therefore will we rejoice în thee Our Joys shall feast upon thy store When we are sad we will be glad And Praise thy Name for evermore CANT I. 4. We will remember thy Love more than Wine HYMN 9. GIve place ye Spirits of the Grape That briskly fparkle in the Glass There 's no such Wine as Love Divine O what a flavour Jesus has Were we possest of East and West And all the Joys of Heav'n above Treasures of both the Worlds we will Forgetting these remember Love Forgetfulness the fruit of Wine But never was the fruit of Love The more I take the more I make Impressions deep and past remove We cannot meet with Wine so sweet Nor yet so pleasant to the tast As drops of warm and bleeding Love That trickle from his heart so fast The Wine that from the Grape is prest In time will into sowr turn But Love Divine will ever shine With hottest Flames that always burn The Wine is drawn the Vessel 's out You cannot make it ever run Whom Jesus loves he loves as fresh As if it were but now begun Thou God of our Salvation Draw forth our Loves more unto thee By loving us teach us to Love And thy beloved Spouse to be CANT I. 4. The upright love thee HYMN 10. THou art belov'd and best approv'd Of all that are upright Whose hearts are sound sincerely bound Thou art their chief delight Whose very heart and souly part Dwells with the Truth and when Mens hearts are truly true to thee As thou art true to them Tho Sinners scorn and all forlorn In their ungodly sight Wretches they are that would not care To Love thee if they might The Hypocrite will speak thee fair But hath no love within Kiss and betray like Judas they O Lord it is their Sin My Lord I love thee truly tho I Love not as I should I love thee yet I love thee not At least not as I would I would I could but since 't is so Worms can but act as Worms Accept a real wish it were A spark till Fire burns CANT I. 5. I am black but comely O ye Daughts of Jerusalem as the tents of Kedar and curtains of Solomon HYMN 11. O What a sorry thing am I That cannot bear this weight of Love I 'm sunk and down and dead as if Some dart had struck me from above My Face is black because of Sin But yet am comely by his Grace I 'm black without but fair within The scorching Sun hath tann'd my Face How black soever Lord I am Yet I am comely towards thee O mayst thou love and give me leave Thy ardent Lover yet to be Tho Sin and Sorrow makes me black Like Kedar's Tents that always lye Expos'd to Wind and Air unkind And inward wasting Misery Yet Solomon's bed is not so fair Nor are his Curtains half so bright As I am through his Grace within Comely in my Beloveds sight Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Do not contemn me at this rate Because of my deformity And this my dark and gloomy state For Love he can altho I am Most undeserving of his Love And black as Hell as if I were As fair as is the Heav'n above CANT I. 6. Look not upon me because I am black for the Sun hath looked upon me HYMN 12. A Cloud may quickly overcast The brightest Sunny-day And through the sweetest Joys on Earth Our tears can break their way Ye Daughters of Jerusalem The Sun hath tann'd my Face Alas the Morphew that obtrudes It self in Beauties place Look not upon me turn your Eyes I am a loathsom sight To God and Angels and my self In me is no delight O how I loath my self my God To see this filthy sight O how I long tho thus unclean To love thee if I might There is
by Prince his side CANT III. 11. Go forth O ye daughters of Zion and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals and in the day of the gladness of his heart HYMN 56. O That that blessed day were come When we might meet our Solomon Crown'd King of Saints and Nations and Having the World at his command His Father hath already Crown'd him Giv'n him a Title to this thing When shall his Mothers arms surround him And Crown him her eternal King 'T will be the gladness of his heart When he shall once espouse that Spouse When Kingdoms shall their Loves impart And all his Foes caught in a Noose Arise descend thou Royal Prince Thy Coronation-day is come In Seat of thy Magnficence Thy Church would fain affix thy Crown Thy Mother Sister Brother wait And long to see that blessed day When Sin and Sorrow 's out of date And crowned Jesus bears the sway O when shall Jews and Gentles both Fasten thy Crown upon thy head Gentiles have done it Jews hold off By both must this be managed Finis Cap. 3. Deo gratias CANT IV. 1. Behold thou art fair my love behold thou art fair HYMN 57. I That have made and form'd By curious Art and Skill The Beauties of the upper World According to my Will I that behold and see Those beauties all the day Should Mortal eyes but steal a glance 'T would take their Lives away Yet I say thou art fair Thy Graces beauties are My Fathers face and mine doth shine Upon that Face of thine The trifling Beauties which Fond Lovers idolize Are not so fair nor half so rich As thou art in my Eyes O how I love that Soul That 's true to God and me My heart 's inclin'd my Love is blind Their faults I cannot see I 'le shortly bow the Heav'ns O how I long to come I will arise and rend the Skies And fetch my fair One home CANT IV. 1. Thou hast doves eyes within thy locks HYMN 58. NOw I 'le consider in its place And view my Blood-redeemed prize The sparkling Diamonds of thy Face The Dove-like Beauty of thine Eyes Thou hadst an Eye of Flesh was wont To send forth Beams of lustful Fire That after Vanity did hunt And fill thy heart with base desires A wandring tempting rouling Eye A Casement ope't to let in Sin But now 't is chaste with eyesalve washt And takes diviner Objects in But O that intellectual Eye Whereby thou seest things unseen Whose objects quite are out of sight That eyes me through the darkest Screen That shines like Diamonds in the dark Or Stars that brighten blackest Night Knowledg and Faith such Power hath To see by Dark as well as Light My Soul admire and raise thee higher With both these Eyes behold that spark Whose Beams have giv'n thee light and sight That once were blind and in the dark CANT IV. 2. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 59. THe hair the Beauty of the Face That taking Ornament That blusheth nothing at disgrace It 's cut it 's shav'd it 's rent It open lies to all assaults And yet it feels it not The Razors shave the Sizars cut All wrongs are soon forgot My Church I love thy Patience This I admire in thee Under all injuries content Those that affront thee win thee Like Goats on Gileads Mountains shorn Stript of their hairy Fleece Yet not a groan all wrongs are born Their sheering breaks no Peace This warms thy heart as hair thy head How ornamental ' t is When Patience can impow'r a man To conquer all he sees With this sweet frame in love I am It 's rare in my account To be forgot and feel it not Is Patience paramount CANT IV. 3. Thy lips are like a thred of Scarlet and thy speech is comely HYMN 60. THy rosie Lips with Scarlet dye Gives beauty to thy Face Inflames with love th' Observers eye A thousand beauties has Made red not with thy Blood but mine It 's from my passion fed No natural Colour in this World Can yield so deep a red O how I love these ruby Lips I love to hear them speak Thy Pray'rs and Praises Nectar sips To me tho faint and weak Thy Doctrines Counsels Cordials are To me and those that hear them Thy sharp reproofs are killing darts Yet health to those that bear them My Soul admire and much desire Thy Soul 's admiring Lover Be it thy Grace thy words to place And tell thy Speeches over As men tell Gold O weigh thy Words Thy Speech exactly measure So shall thy King delight to sing And praise this vocal Treasure CANT IV. 3. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks HYMN 61. I Love thee for thy Cheeks my Spouse A Virgin blush adorns them The modesty that crowns thy Brows A holy shame informs them Have you not been where you have seen The blushing Pomegranate All overspread with rosie red As Nature did create Thy Temples shaded in thy Locks With rosie blushes spread Doth much express thy bashfulness True Vertue vails her head Thy guilt and shame for what 's to blame Thou canst not face it out Thy flushings blushings fears and tears Are beauties out of doubt My Soul this consternation due Becomes the Virgin-bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation dy'd O let me never never trace The steps of Sinners bold Nor hide my Sin but hide my Face As with a blush control'd CANT IV. 4. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury whereon there hang a thousand bucklers all shields of mighty men HYMN 62. YE eldest Sons of living day Peers of the Upper-House And all you Commoners below Come and behold my Spouse Thy stately Neck like Davids Tower Built for an Armoury Unites thy Body to thy Head Never to part and why A thousand Shields the promise yields As many Swords thy Faith Tho Hell and Devils do their worst Thy Soul Protection hath Thou shalt not truckle no nor buckle To inimical spight Strong in the Lord thou art and in The Power of his Might Thy Fire-breathing Cannons fly In face of all thy Foes For thee a Davids Tower am I ' Gainst all that thee oppose If sin or men infest thee then Thy Neck a Tower is Thy Soul tho tost shall ne're be lost In such a Tow'r as this CANT IV. 5. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies HYMN 63. THy Breasts the seat of Love And Natures Ornament With full-pent milky treasures give Thy off-spring nourishment Such milky streams do flow To nourish all thy Seed As fruitful Roes that fat their twins And midst the Lilies feed Thy Sons and Daughters are Begat from Heav'n above A num'rous Off spring will appear In that great day of Love Thou hast two Testaments Repleat with Milk Divine With these
Apples in my bosom pour'd Now shall your Fruit be pleasant and Full grown and Mellow for my tast Instead of rent to me in hand I 'e pay you all the Rent at last You serve your selves in serving me You love your selves when me you love If here you not rewarded be You shall receiv't in Heaven above And tho King Solomon could not graft Into himself to raise his Fruit You into me shall grafted be Take it upon my word I 'le do 't CANT VIII 13. Thou that dwellest in the Gardens the companions hearken to thy voice HYMN 147. MY work is done I must be gone My business calls away To wait upon my Fathers Throne Farewel I must not stay Mean while I 'le leave my heart behind And often to thee send And spread thy case at Throne of Grace And strongly thee defend I 've plac'd thy Habitation in The Gardens of delight No more the Boar as was before Thy tender Plants shall bite Amidst these fruitful Plants shall be Thy work and dwelling placed And with incouragement thou shalt see Each Border sweetly graced In these inclosed Gardens let The Commons hear thy voice And those that have not listned yet To hear thee shall rejoyce Then tell them plainly all the thing Bid them accept their bliss When news you bring of Sions King They will be yours and his CANT VIII 13. Cause me to hear it HYMN 148. O Let me hear you Preach to those That would Companions be In Sufferings and in Priviledg O bring them unto me Call nothing common and unclean The greatest Sinner may By precious blood be turn'd to good Their sins be done away But let me hear you speak to me No whispering Trumpet shall Convey the Voice my Spirit shall be Your Mouth your Post your All. I must be gone you know a while As was ordain'd of old To get things ready for the day That was so long foretold But in this distance let me hear From thee my dearest Love Acquaint me but with what thou want'st I 'le send it from above My full supplies shall feast thine Eyes And make thy heart rejoyce I only move to thee my love Let me but hear thy Voice CANT VIII 14. Make hast my beloved and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices HYMN 149. MY God make all the hast thou canst Why do the hours move so slow Why stops the glass that turned was So many hundred years ago Is wakeful time fall'n fast asleep Why do the wheels of Motion stay Why doth my God in Prison keep That blest and long'd-for glorious day Lovers will hasten all they can Thou lovest then why dost thou stay What Love and linger O make hast Lord if thou lov'st me come away 'T is not the pleasures of the World Nor joys nor toys that can delight me The blessed Angels lovely Faces Without thy Presence would affright me The glorious Joys of Heav'n it self Are but a Map of thee my King Jesus in Shorthand Characters A notion but thy self the thing Come then my All my chiefest good When shall blest Heavens so befriend us To spare thee down O when shall they A sight of our dear JESUS send us Is it not midnight Lord and past When shall we hear the Clocks strike One One Faith One Way One Sight One Tast One Lawgiver One Lord One Throne One Truth One Gospel One Consent One God One Jesus only known Oh that this midnight-hour were spent That all might coalesce in One CANT VIII 14. Be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon a the mountains of spices HYMN 150. NEver more need to come with speed Foundations are dissolved Justice and Right is fallen quite Thy Saints in wo involved Lord if thou wilt by water come Mine Eyes shall weep a Sea Or if by Land my Charets stand In readiness for thee Pardon this error tears nor love Nor no such thing from me Can speed his coming from above But Love that is in thee The spicy Mountains are thy way Thy steps perfume the Air The Heav'ns shall open in that day And Beams of glory fair The Angels shall attend thy call Thy Saints shall wait upon thee Thy Dead shall rise thy Trump surprize Thy Enemies flying from thee O that that welcome day were come We never saw a day Can it be day without a Sun Sweet Jesus come away Triuni Gloria Omnia fecit Amor. FINIS
foundation is in Grace Free Grace hath fram'd it thus In Glory finished Topstone in Glory lai'd Rasters and Beams eternal streams Of Love and Light display'd Come let us enter Grace And here together dwell Till I provide a better place Let 's rest us here a while But oh that house above When thither we shall come It 's built so sure it shall endure An everlasting home Wilt thou accept O Christ Of such a one as I Poor I to take a Lease of thee For all Eternity Wilt thou accept said he Of such a one as I That must thy sinful will controul Come then we both comply Finis Cap. 1. Deo laus CANT II. 1. I am the rose of Sharon and the lilie of the vallies HYMN 28. SHaron the Garden of the World The Pride of Palestine Whose natural soyl more glory bore Then Sol'mon could resign Could ne're produce so sweet a Rose As I w ll be to thee So sair a Lilly never grew Sharon must stoop to me My Church I praise my self not Pride But hope of Custome makes me who 'l have a Rose a Lilly who VVhere is the Soul that takes me Upon the Cross I was distill'd Come taste in distillation The sweetness of the absent Rose By Faith and Acceptation Thou art my Rose my Souls repose O let me never be My dearest Lord a Thorn to thee That art a Rose to me Thou art the Lilly of the Vale A matchless Purity Let me be gather'd by thy Hand And in thy Bosome lye CANT II. 2. As the lilie among the thorns so is my love a-among the daughters HYMN 29. MY Church my Love thou art to me A pleasant Lily pure and white The Daughters all compar'd to thee Are Thorns and Briars in my sight 'T is thee I prize and singly place My heart upon thy self alone False Creatures tho I have their face Are pricking Briars every one Take it not ill my Love from me That I have plac'd thy dwelling so Incompass'd round where En'mies be As mid'st the thorns the Lilies grow I 'le make these thorns preserve thee safe And keep thee from a worser foe O they shall save thee from the bite Of that devouring Beast below They shall fence out both Sin and Hell Let out Corruption slay thy Pride So near thee they should never dwell But for advantage on thy side Now blessed Jesus grant me this That I may such a Lily be And let these Thorns and Briars be A Preservation unto me CANT II. 3. As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons HYMN 30. THou art to me an Apple-tree My God for fruit and shade An Apple-tree thou art to me Thy fruit will never fade Trees of the Wood are not so good Their Fruits are none or sowr An harbour they for Birds of prey That will the Fruit devour Better than all the Sons thou art Hast been and ever shall The Angels are the Sons of God But thou excell'st them all The Saints are Sons of great delight Adoption makes them so But Son of God and Son of Light There 's no such Son below The first-born Son is Mother's dear Her Life wrapt up in his But not a Son can come so near My heart as Jesus is O! let this Apple tree my Lord Within my Orchard be Propriety makes all things sweet Or else no sweet to me CANT II. 3. I sat under his shadow with great delight HYMN 31. LIke as the shadow from the heat Protects and cools the panting Neet So doth my Soul to covert fly Under thy wings O Christ to lye Should'st thou let fall thy brightest Rays It would consume my Life and Days I cannot see thy Glory yet Thy shadow will me better fit How glorious are thy Saints above That see thy Face in purest love When such delights thy shadow can Contribute to me sinful man My Soul when he is shadow'd forth In Sacramental shades to thee 'T is but the Picture of his worth But what he is thou dost not see O then sit under these sweet shades And often guide thy footsteps thither Till we ascend to brighter glades In shadows lets sit down together Be quiet thoughts thou irksom Flesh Would thou wert crucifi'd to me To see no sights tast no delights Nor know no earthly thing but thee CANT II. 3. And his fruit was sweet unto my tast HYMN 32. THE bitter tree the Cross Bore him that bore the fruit The choicest Fruit that ever was His Father call'd him to 't There Pardon grew and Peace With God with Man within A Fruit that did transcend by far The cursed fruit of Sin Sweet pleasure is but pain Swe rt profits are deceit The best of all the World at best Is but a subtil cheat He he 's the fruitful tree His fruits all pleasant be No Joys or Toys that ere I found Are half so sweet as he Here I may fill my heart O let me have a taste My Christ my Fruit thou only art As long as Life shall last As thou bear'st fruit for me Let me bear Fruit to thee Do thou incline this heart of mine That All-divine it be CANT II. 4. He bronght me to the banqueting house HYMN 33. WOnder of Mercy now I see And have great cause to think upon VVhat Grace is when it will be free And puts its Royal cloathing on I that deserv'd to stand at Dore And take my Answer on my Knee Into the House of all his Store Himself vouchsafes to carry me O the rich welcome that he gave My thirsty Soul at first approach He brought me Sweet-Meats out himself And set his choicest VVine abroach Into his house of VVine he brings me Leading me kindly hand in hand And smiling bids me pass the dores VVhere all his richest treasures stand Himself the House and Banquet is His Presence with me is a Feast His Smiles are Sweet-meats all of his Is all in all to every Guest My Soul get off this dunghil VVorld Strive to ascend the blessed Mount No Treats but these will ever please Or turn to any good account CANT II. 4. His banner over me was love HYMN 34. WHat Victories I ever got VVhat Lusts l 've overcome To my own strength ascribe I not But to his Grace alone My Banner was his love to me All my success was his His Standard call'd me forth and he My strength and safety is Do but O Christ O do but say Thou lov'st me that 's enough Love is all VVeapons of array Love Armor is of proof Love me my God I need no more My God I ask no more I perish if thou lov'st me not The Battel is so sore Here 's Sin the VVorld the Devil and Death Combin'd to bring me low I 'm almost beaten out of Breath Some help they vex me so O do but love me and I shall Banners of love display VVill break their hearts and rout them all And Victor get the day CANT II. 5.
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
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
Stay me with flaggons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love HYMN 35. O What redundant love is this What flowing streams break down the banks More than enough O Lord it is Love me but less I 'le give thee thanks Here 's love beyond all bounds and measure So free so full so large so quick 'T is strange to see so vast a treasure Love made me well and makes me sick But sick for more and sick to see The Fountain whence these streams do flow Yet sick for more and sick to be In place where this vast love doth grow Stay me with Flaggons of that Wine Was prest out of thy self the Vine Thy Blood O Christ will stay the Fire That burns in me sick with desire O let the Apples of my love Cool Fires in my Love sick heart Till I below and thou above Shall meet at last and never part Till I am sick I am not well O that I had this sickness Lord Such Joy doth in love sickness dwell Such as my health could ne're afford CANT II. 6. His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me HYMN 36. MY aking head and heart Thou hast a hand to stay Another hand that shall impart Embraces all the day In both thy hands O Christ My safety is secured Within the foldings of thy arms My Soul is safe immured Castles and Towers are No safeguard in my case Nor all the Oceans Oaken walls With me have any place Only his circling Arms As with a Wall of Fire Defends me from the dreadful harms Which Sin and Hell conspire Besides the help that 's in 't The Love that streams this way Conveys more Spirits to my heart Than fear can take away It is O let it be The great support I find That when I faint for want of thee Thou have me in thy mind CANT II. 7. I charge you O ye daughters of Jerusalem by the roes and hinds of the field that ye sti◠not up nor awake my Love until 〈◊〉 please HYMN 37. O Let him take his rest that hath Travell'd so long so far To rescue Souls from burning wrath O make it all your care You Daughters of Jerusalem You that pretend to love him O give him no disturbance then Nor to disquiet move him I charge you by the Hinds and Roes Those loving Creatures shall Witness against you as your foes And on you Vengeance call If you more bruitish than the Beast That wont molest his Master Shall by your Sin disturb his rest And bring him to disaster O Christ my Love Give thou the charge The house and all is thine O take the Keys and the walk at large Command whate're is mine I cannot bind them to the Peace A weak and private man Authority can make them cease Let Sin do what it can CANT II. 8. The voice of my beloved behold he comes leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills HYMN 38. 'T Is my beloveds Voice I 'm sure 'T is not a Stranger 's fallacy That breatheth in the Word so pure In which I learn that he is nigh Behold I see him coming tho The Hills and Mountains of the Earth The great Zanzumming Tyrants do Oppose his Actions in their birth Behold he comes you Princes all That have oppos'd his Royal Will You must expect a dreadful fall That Vengeance should your Besomes fill Leaping and Skipping on the Hills Trampling upon your greatest Pow'rs Dancing with pleasurable skills He 'l pull down all your lofty Tow'rs Behold he comes you shall not hinder No difficulty stands before him But he 'l be sure to tread it under And shortly make your Crowns adore him Make haste my God make no delay Thy waiting Spouse hath long sat up O make thee Wings and come away Give Antichrist her bitter Cup. CANT II. 9. My beloved is like a Roe or young Hart HYMN 39. O My beloved Lord To me thy grace afford The flames of thy sweet love to me Kindle my love to thee Give me but leave to love thee That art so much above me Let me be bold to let thee know To thee my self I owe. My God my heart is thine 'T is thine it is not mine Let me but love and call thee so It 's all the bliss I know Thou art a pleasant Roe Hunted to Death below Whose Flesh and Blood for Sinners need Is Meat and Drink indeed Thou art a loving Hart Kill'd with a murd'ring dart A murd'ring dart that drew a flood Of dear and precious blood O let that Blood me purge From Sins Filth Guilt and Scourge And let that broken Flesh me Feast Till I with thee shall rest CANT II. 9. He standeth behind our wall he looks forth out at the windows he shews himself through the lattices HYMN 40. HE shews himself in cloudy gleams Obscure and Window-Visions Glimpses of Love and twilight beams And dark Illuminations Why doth my Love immure his Face And shrow'd himself behind our Wall The Lattices Eclipse his Grace And Windows interrupt his call Is it because the visive Powers Of Mortals can't endure his sight Or to distinguish these dark hours From those that shine in perfect light What ere it be 't is just that he Should now and then withdraw his Face And 't is rich Grace to let me see The least glance in the darkest place Behind our Wall is not so far That I should think him wholly gone These Lattices and Windows are Helps to discern he 'l come anon A clearer sight O that I could Obtain a sight that doth excel There is no fear that e're I should Admire too much or Love too well CANT II. 10. My beloved spake and said unto me Rise up my love my fair one and come away HYMN 41. WHose is this rousing Voice I hear That breathes so sweet an Air Through Walls and Lattices so dear So ravishing so rare 'T is my Beloved's voice I know That Courts my drousie mind That bids me rise from things below And leave my self behind Arise my Love and come away Rouse from thy Morning sleep Rise up my fair One no delay Tho lock't in Slumbers deep My God I come I find no rest No Bed of Ease but thee The present World is at the best A Bed of Thorns to me My God I come but oh how loath I've drunk a sleeping Cup And O the dulness O the sloath Dear Jesus help me up Then will I come away and leave My Sins and Fears behind me Farwel vain Pleasures let me go And let my Jesus find me CANT II. 11. For lo the Winter is past the rain is ov◠and gone Ver. 12 The time of singing of birds is com◠the voice of the Turtle is heard in our land Ver. 13 The fig-tree putteth forth her gre◠figs and the Vines with the tender grape◠give a good smell Arise my love my fai◠one and come away HYMN 42. REjoice ye people of the Lords There is a
regain my Lover Wo and alas my woful case Now am I left alone In Fears and Cares and thousand Tears My Sorrows to bemoan All you that have a Soul to save Take warning by my fall Make no delays give him no Nay's Rise when you hear him call CANT V. 6. I sought him but I could not find him I called him but he gave me no answer HYMN 86. ALL you whose tender bowels yearn At full grown misery Lament my case my blubber'd face And pity pity me I pray to him that heareth pray'rs But mine he will not hear He hath a bottle for all Tears But mine must not come there I sought him that is found of All That seek him heartily But O my pain I seek in vain My coming makes him fly He that once lov'd my Soul is gone Whose love was sweet as Wine I call him Love he calls me Dog Was ever grief like mine My Soul it was thy Sin thy Sloth That drove thy Christ away He call'd but fail'd and 't is but just Such slightings to repay There never was except 't were his A grief that bodes so ill My Soul when he writes Seek no more Do thou read Seek me still CANT V. 7. The watchmen that went about the City found me they smote me they wounded me the keepers of the Walls took away my vail from me HYMN 87. THus when the Anchor 's lost The Ship 's expos'd to Waves With surly Winds and Billows tost Like greedy open Graves As when the wounded Deer Bleeds with the Arrow shot The rest forsake and come not near And blood hounds take their lot I gat me up and went Jerusalems Streets about With a most full and true intent To find my Jesus out The Watchmen were unkind They smite me wound and hale The Keepers of the City-Walls They took away my Vail And this by Watchmen too Church Officers they were That should have led me unto Christ Wound me for coming there And Keepers of the Walls The Kingdoms Magistrates Treat me as bad as if I had Done Whoredom in their Gates O what a darksome Night When those that pray and fear Shall be pursu'd by Law and Spight As Thieves and Robbers are CANT V. 8. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my beloved that ye tell him that I am sick of love HYMN 88. YE common People of the City From great Ones I Address to you The Priests and Rulers have no pity They serve my Lord unkindly too If you or any of you be Engag'd in this design with me To seek a Jesus you may find him Not I that did so little mind him Then tell him tell him I am sick With Love and longing for his Presence Tell him my Zeal is burning quick Tell him he is my All my Essence If all the World were Gold and mine I 'd give it all for one sweet smile Could Sufferings fetch him back I 'de bear The very Pains of Hell a while My Life 's a Death unless my Lord Will shew himself again to me My Death were Life would he accord To lead me where I might him see Since thou can'st hide thy self from me Where I may seek and never find thee But I can't hide my self from thee Sweet Jesus seek me till thou find me CANT V. 9. What is thy beloved more than another beloved O thou fairest among Women what is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost so charge us HYMN 89. FAirest of Women tell us who This thy Beloved is For whom thou makest this ado By such a charge as this What is his Name what is his Fame Pray let us understand We 'l seek him too if all be true And seek him out of hand There is beloved Health and Wealth There are beloved Pleasures There are beloved Friends and Ends There are beloved Treasures There a beloved Temple stands A lovely Structure 't is There are beloved means of Grace Tell which of these it is O what is thy Beloved that Nothing but him can please thee And what are these complaints ye Saints That none but he can ease ye Are you of men the only wise Must Wisdom dye with you Discover thy Beloved Prize And tell us what and who CANT V. 10. My beloved is white and ruddy the chiefest among ten thousand HYMN 90. THou bottomless Abyss of Love O help me now to set thee forth Give Inspirations from above And let me stammer out thy worth Look how well temper'd white and red Sets out the beauty of the Face In him all beauty sits enthron'd And all Perfections take their place White as the Light and God is Light This Tincture speaks him perfect God Red as was Adams Earth it speaks Manhood in which that God abode But White and Ruddy both in one Speaks him a Person God and Man The white the badg of Innocence Never was black nor never can But red as blood and red with blood Drawn by the sins that we lay in The white breathes Joy Peace to Saints The Red breathes blood to sinful men This is the Man whose absence kills me Chiefest of thousands he 's to me This is the man whose presence fills me O! could I meet him where is he CANT V. 11. His head is as the most fine Gold HYMN 91. HIS Head the seat of Wisdom is Most lovely to behold His Understanding infinite Shines like the purest Gold This head of his is lifted up Above the starry Skies When all his En'mies heads lye low Shall sink and never rise He is the head of all his Saints By way of Eminence More worth than all their body is As Gold to single-pence He is the Churches head from whence By way of Influence As from a Spring of Life they have Their motion strength and sense The head of Powers which he rules By Scepter and his Rod O what a glorious head hath he The head of Christ is God! Wonder not at me then if I Complain as almost dead For I have lost my God my King O I have lost my Head CANT V. 11. His locks are bushy and black as a Raven HYMN 92. HIS locks not worn for Pride Nor yet to set out sin Nor yet to vaunt a swelling Tide Of naughtiness within Speak him a Nazarite No Razor shaves his Head Serving the Lord with all his might A Separate indeed His vow of separation Layes strongest bonds upon him He shall be call'd a Nazarite His locks shall well become him His locks are curl'd and black The vigour of his strength Will make his Enemies go to wrack And quell his Foes at length You glory in your Hair The curlings of your Tresses Come lay aside your filthy Pride And to him make Addresses This is the man I want This Person I must have O I must quickly find him out Or I must find my Grave CANT V. 12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters washed with milk and
all things out of doubt O this is he Whom if we find we find All things that be And can enrich the mind My Soul 't is good Desires get desires 'T is others food As fire kindles fires Thus have I seen The Bellows raise a flame When wood was green And Coals to Billets came 'T is all the glory Poor Worms can bring to Jesus To lay before ye The matchless worth may please us CANT VI. 2. My beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices to feed in the garden and to gather lilies HYMN 100. COme then and let us go Into his Gardens where The Spices smell and Lilies grow And we shall find him there Where fruitful People meet As Lily-roots abound In Beds all plac'd and Spices sweet There he is to be found Where he may feast himself With most Divine delight And have the sweetest tasts of love Where Saints meet in his sight Where holiness abounds And where his Spirit breathes And where his Fathers Praises sounds With these his Life he leads Come then and let us go And leave these barren Fields For here 's no Flow'r no Fruit and so Nothing true Pleasure yeilds The World 's a barren Heath The Church his Garden is And all his Saints are all his Plants His Presence is their bliss CANT VI. 3. I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine he feedeth among the lilies HYMN 101. O What a mercy'tis that I Deserted thus should feel a glance Of love dart from his pleasing eye Thus wounded by desertions lance I 've lost him yet I find a ray That drives my fright and fears away Howe re I pine in bitterness I 'm sure he 's mine and I am his Thus have I seen a sudden ray Dispel the Clouds and gild the day Under Vine-leaves a cluster hid And faith that can all fears outbid How bright is Faith in Bridal-robe Whose language is My Lord my God! My Christ whom I Monopolize And can him call my only prize There is in that same pronoun My A choice and sweet Divinity What is a glorious God to me If I can't lay my claim to thee I say he 's mine and I am his And humbly seal it with a kiss Angels is Heaven for none but you O! this to me is Heaven too Another to the Tune of Psal 50. BLess me my God What beam of Heaven is this Display'd abroad The day desertion is I 've lost my Love And yet I find a ray Dart from above That drives my frights away I 'm sure he 's mine I am sure I am his Howe're I pine And mourn in Bitterness Thus have I seen The Sun by sudden ray The clouds contemn And shine and gild the day There is a cluster Under the Vine-leaves hid When faith shall muster And false fears out-bid How bright is Faith When in the Bridal-robe A full blown Faith Whose Language is My God My Christ is all Whom I Monopolize And can him call My Love my only Prize And say I know He 's mine and I am his And in it grow Seal'd with a holy kiss Angels admire Is Heaven for none but you Let me aspire O this is Heaven too CANT VI. 4. Thou art beautiful my love as Tirzah as comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army with banners HYMN 102. I 'Le now unvail my self I 'le cloud my love no longer I 'le now appear to quench your thirst And satisfie your hunger I love those holy Fires That kept themselves alive When almost drown'd with Seas of Tears Thy Graces yet did thrive Thou art all fair my Love Thou art so very comely Thou art to me so beautiful That I admire thee only Like Tirzah's famous Citie Where Kings did keep their Courts Or like that fair Jerusalem Whose strong impregnant forts Whose terror struck their foes Made them to fly the place Such is thy Valour O my Love Such Thunder in thy Face Rome Hell the World and Flesh The Devil Death and Sin Under thy Hand do trembling stand Such terrors are they in It was my strength not thine That bare so dark a test The strength is mine by which thou shalt Soon vanquish all the rest Another to the Tune of Psal 104. THou art fair my Love Thou art very comely Thou art beautiful I admire thee only Tirzah's famous City Where Kings kept their Courts Makes me think on thee Whose impregnant forts Terror-strike thy Foes Conquer all that come With thy Swords and Shields Battering Hell and Rome World Flesh Devil and Sin Death trembling stand Nothing stands before Thy Victorious hand Thy Arms Armies are Thy Faith a sharp Spear All thy Graces are Swords to make them fear Such art thou my Love With thee is my strength Arm'd by me thou shalt Conquer all at length CANT VI. 5. Turn away thine eyes from me for they have overcome him HYMN 103. SAint turn away thine eyes from me For they do overcome me Thy piercing Eye-beams wound my heart Turn them O turn them from me 'T is not thy fleshly Eyes my Dear For they are my disgust No better they then filthy Styes And Caterers for Lust But 't is those inward Eyes that pierce me Those souly beams of Light That searching eye of strong Desire That found me in the Night That shot its rays about the dark And sparkled all with Fire And that same Eye of Faith it was The life of that desire That was so restless till it found Its truly long'd-for Jesu And was well-nigh in sorrow drown'd Till I had said I 'le ease you Eyes that were turned unto me When I was turned from thee Have made me fear the letting out Of too much Love upon thee Another to the Tune of Psal 104. TUrn away thine eyes They do overcome me Beauty in them lyes Matchless turn them from me Eyes are tempting things Mortals find them so Eyes have conquer'd Kings Brought their Scepters low 'T is not fleshly Eyes They are my disgust They are sinfâ—l Styes They are darts of Lust That Eye of Desire That did find me out And sparkling with fire Shot its rays about Restless till it found Its beloved Jesu And in Sorrow drown'd Till I said I 'le ease you That same Eye of Faith Whose bright darts could kill All that Sorrow saith Hopeless trusting still Eyes that turned to me When I turn'd away O these eyes undo me Conquering get the day I fear O my Saints I should Love too much My heart strongly pants Love to you is such CANT VI. 5. Thy hair is a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 104. NOw I will praise her for her hair The modest covering of her head The emblem of that Loyalty That in subjection's hand is lead Her hairs like Counters cast the sum Numberless numbers of her sins And having washt my feet with tears With hairs to wipe them she begins The Goats on Gileads mountains bear A long and soft and useful hair But no such Hair
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
warm hand on aking head And circling Arms about the loyns Revives a man that lies half dead And under difficulties pines CANT VIII 4. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem that ye stir not up nor awake my love until he please HYMN 132. MY King is gone to rest And resteth in his Love Hath plac'd himself where he thought best And never will remove What pity then it is For us to break his ease Or give the least disturbances Or wake him till he please He only knows his time He knows his time to rise Then he 'l awake and progress make To do his enterprize Delays are dangerous To us but not to him He never stays but his delays Have his Advances been He cannot come too soon He never stay'd too long To his bedside your pray'rs may come With other Saints along With these you may awake him When seeming fast asleep But if you shall by Sin forsake him O this will wound him deep CANT VIII 5. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness leaning upon her beloved HYMN 133. UPon the Wings of fame it flies To all the Nations round That God hath op'ned Judah's eyes And made his Grace abound Who 's this and what a thing is this That Jew's of rude Behaviour Should at the last Messiah tast And own him for their Saviour This news awakens all the Earth Sounds like the Voice of Thunder Never was such a Sight before Never was such a Wonder What Judah turn What Israel That kill'd the Living Lord And basely nail'd him to the Cross The man which they abhorr'd What they return and all at once They and their Children too And shall his imprecated Blood A healing Vertue shew O blessed day Jehovah raise My heart to praise thee more Let all the Lands now clap their hands And Sions King adore CANT VIII 5. I raised thee up under the Apple-tree there thy Mother brought thee forth there she brought thee forth that bare thee HYMN 134. I Saw thee in thy Fathers Loyns And in thy Mothers Womb When Eve under the Apple-tree Was working out thy Doom I rais'd thee then when thee I saw Condemn'd by Adams fall Didst eat the Fruit as well as he The Father of us all The VVoman and her Seed was rais'd By th' VVoman and her Seed Thus the same hand that gave the wound Did help in time of need I saw thee when I dy'd upon The cursed Tree the Cross All in thy Blood as well as I VVith all thy Sins in gross I rais'd thee then my Blood cry'd Live To those that made me dye I built thee up a Tow'r of Love Upon Mount Calvary Keep humble then O Sion and Think of thy Pedigree Tho I exalt thee thus don't thou Exalt thy self but me CANT VIII 6. Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a seal upon thine arm HYMN 135. MY God! since I am listed under So great a General as thee Let me not fail to break in sunder The En'mies Force what ere it be Set me a Seal upon thy heart As did the great High-Priest of old On Judgment 's Brest-plate grave by art The Names of Israels Sons enroll'd O let me lay my careful head Upon that Pillow of thy Love And feel my self so kindly led Into thy very heart my Dove Set me a Seal upon thy Arm Upon thy mighty Shoulders bear me And guide me thorow that no harm Or Cowardise may ever fear me Let it be now as when of old I on thy Palms engraven was VVhen thou didst all my walls uphold Again Lord let it come to pass Then will I ope the Silent doors And make all Creatures give thee praise The slumbring Earth the Seas that roars Shall each contend thy Name to raise CANT VIII 6. For Love is as strong as death jealousie is as cruel as the grave HYMN 136. BOast of thy Triumphs Death O Time advance thy VVings Love hath as many killing Darts As thou hast deadly Stings When Christ shall Arm his Love And gird his Bowels on His En'mies shall before him fall And Death it self undone Observe the World and see What conquests Death hath made How many Kings and such like things In silent graves hath laid Such Conquests in his Strength King Jesus will obtain His Jealousie will rage at length And he alone shall reign No strength shall stand before him No Ammunition Force He 'l Slay the Kings that wont adore him And Love shall have its course Then shall we be at rest And Peace on every side Victorious Love will have it so When he asserts his Bride CANT VIII 6. The coals thereof are coals of fire which hath a most vehement flame HYMN 137. HAve you not seen the Desolations That veh'ment Flames have made What multitudes of Habitations In dust and rubbish laid How fiercely without all respect To things or persons had It quickly works its sad effect And makes mens cases bad Thus will the just revenging God Before him send a Fire And with a smarting burning Rod Our blood on them require Now Fire for Fire Blood for Blood City for City shall Be fir'd down he 'l quench his Wrath In Blood and make them fall Now Babels Towers all shall fall And all her Props come down The bitter Cup she must drink up And off must come her Crown My God make hast why stay thy Wheels Why stay thy Charets Lord O why so long before thou come According to thy word CANT VIII 7. Many waters cannot quench Love neither can the floods drown it HYMN 138. WAters that quench the fire can't Put out the Fire of Love Immortal Love nor drowns nor dies Its life is from above His Love to his will make its way To rid us out of thrall There 's none shall stand at that great day That don't before him fall Be wise ye Princes of the Earth And kiss the Son of God His Anger fumes who 's he presumes To urge his Iron-rod His Love shall bring a flood of Fire Like Noahs Water-flood Topping the Mountains in his Ire That cannot be withstood My Soul admires the Power of Love Love 's all for Gods is Love His Foes as soon may quench the Sun As this vast Love remove If one small spark of Love in us Can live in Waters deep Much more his glorified Love Alive in Seas will keep CANT VIII 7. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love it would utterly be condemned HYMN 139. WHat is the price of Love my King What shall I give thee for a spark Will all my substance buy the thing Away fond Worm thou' rt in the dark Love never yet was bought or sold Come all ye hungry thirsty Souls The price of Love is yet untold Come without money fill your bouls T is a mistake to think that Christ Did ever purchase Fathers Love 'T was Love by which he did subsist 'T was Love that brought him from above Tho ' mongst the