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Spiritual songs, or, Songs of praise to Almighty God upon several occasions Together with the Song of Songs which is Solomons: [F]irst turn'd, then par[ap]hrased in English verse. To which may be added, Penitential cries.
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Mason, John, 1646?-1694.
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Wing M922A; ESTC R217649
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will run after Thee Thou hear'st thou draw'st I come I come Thy Love my God is sweet Thy Presence-Chamber is the Room Where Souls and Joys do meet Our Earthly Pleasures we forget To think upon thy Love All upright Souls their Minds do set On Thee my Lord above 5. Tho' I to Strangers black do seem And under Foot am trod Yet am I Fair in Heav'ns esteem I am the House of God 6. O do not scorn my outward state Ye know not what 's within Whom God doth love how dare ye hate My Saviour hides my Sin Profest Church-Members should have brought Some Comfort to my Mind But did they Treat me as they ought Alas they prov'd unkind Their Anger did my words controul They Bow'd me to their Will And so my own immortal Soul Declin'd and Fared ill 7. Pitty my tempted state O Lord Whom still I do adore O bring me home by thy good Word My Lapsed Soul Restore Since Lord thy Mercies still abides Shall I be lost among False Flocks false Doctrines and false Guides Which do thine Honour wrong Christ 8. My Church to Me the World is dross And thou a Pearl of Price And art thou Stray'd and as a Loss Attend to my Advice Look back upon my Church of old And mark which way they went And let thy Childrens Eyes behold The Pastors I have sent 9. As Pharaohs Horses Egypts Pride Is deem'd the Choicest Breed So thou my Church my Fairest Bride All Fair Ones doth exceed 10. Mans Eyes the outward state behold Mine Eyes are on thy Heart Whilst other'S shine with Pearl and Gold Through Grace thou lovely art 11. My Soul that loves thee is so glad Thy Stock of Grace to see I and my Father we will add A new supply to Thee The Church 12. My King doth Sit in Heav'n above VVhere Angels do attend And from below my Faith and Love Shall to my King ascend 13. My Faith ascends unto my Lord And brings him down to Me My Love a Bosom doth afford VVhere he shall lodged be O the sweet time as if I was Reigning in Heav'n above VVhence once my Soul doth Christ embrace in Arms of Faith and Love 14. It is so sweet when we do meet My Joys in Christ exceed The sweetest Smells and Tasts and Sighs VVhich can our Senses feed Christ 15. My dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Faithful and so Kind The Church 16. My dearest Lord thou art the Sun By whose bright Beams I shine And then my Glory first begun When thou becamest mine Since thou art mine and I am thine A Num'rous Race do flow In every place which to thy Grace Their Birth and Being owe. 17. The dear Assemblies of thy Saints Where thou my Lord dost dwell Are sweet and pure and shall endure Against the Gates of Hell The VERSION CHAP. II. Christ 1. I Am the Rose of Sharon-Field I am the Lilly White The Lilly which the Valleys yield I am both sweet and bright 2. What are Thorns in th' Account of Men Vnto the Lilly bright What are the Fairest Daughters when My Love appears in sight The Church 3. What are the common Trees o' th' Wood Unto the Apple Tree What is the Rich and Noblest Blood My lovely Lord to Thee I sate Rejoycing in Times past Under his cooling Shade His Fruit was sweet unto my Tast O what a Feast I made 4. Unto his Cellars stor'd with Wines He caus'd Me to remove Over my Head abroad he spread The Banner of his Love 5. Give Flagons for a Cordial Bring Apples Me to chear For I am sick I faint I fall I languish for my Dear 6. His Left Hand underneath my Head For my Support is plac'd His Right Hand over me is spread And thus I am Embrac'd 7. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor stir my Love Until it be his mind 8. My Welbeloved's Voice of Joy My Heart with Comfort fills He comes Leaping on Mountains high And Skipping on the Hills 9. My Welbeloved comes in hast Like a swift footed Roe Nay my Beloved flies so fast Young Hart did never so Behind our Wall lo he doth stand He 's at our Windows seen He shews himself so near at Hand There 's but a Grate between 10. I gladly heard his gracious Tone Who thus to me did say Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 11. The Season of the Year invites The Winters gone and past Behold a Spring of new Delights No Rain nor stormy Blast 12. The Flowers upon the Earth appear The Birds begin to sing The People of our Land do hear The Turtles murmuring 13. Green Figs upon their Trees are grown Young Grapes their Smells display Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 14. O my Fair Dove whose Fairness dwells In dark Obscurity In cloven Rocks and secret Cells Come shew thy self to me O let thy Face to me appear I 〈◊〉 thy Voice answer mine Thy Voice is Musick in mine Ear Thy Countenance doth shine 15. Catch us the Foxes in a Toyl The little Foxes catch For they our Fruitful Vines do spoil Their tender Grapes they snatch 16. My Welbeloved he is mine And I am his indeed In Pastures which with Lillies shine He makes his Flock to feed 17. Till the day break and shades depart Beloved hast to me Even as the Roe and tender Hart On Bether-Mountains flee The Paraphrase CHAP. II. Christ. 1. SVch is the Power of my sweet Love My Church it sweetneth It sweetens Earth and Heav'n above It sweetens Life and Death Such is the Beauty of my Face 'T is with such Glories crown'd That Solomon's Glory must give place To what shines me around As Lillies in the Valleys-grow So I the Valleys own The Humble are my Heav'n below The Lowly are my Throne 2. No comely Persons can I see But whom my Grace adorns My Church a Lilly is to me And all the Rest are Thorns The Church 3. None but a Jesus none but He He is the Chiefest Good My Jesus is an Apple-Tree And others Barren Wood He is a Shadow from the Heat Of Conscience Wrath and Hell He is true Manna Heav'nly Meat Which feeds his Israel The Shadow of his Sacraments Hath been exceeding good Under that Shade a Feast I made Upon his Flesh and Blood 4. My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'd With sweet and precious Wine What Sweetness found I in my Lord When he said I am thine As Souldiers to their Colours stand And after them do move So doth my dearest Lord command And draw me by his Love 5. Nothing but Glory can suffice The Appetite of Grace I long for Christ with Restless Eyes I languish for his Face O take me up or let me Sup On Promises Divine Those Apples from the Tree of Life Those Flagons full of Wine 6. How am I Born whilst
Throne That I with Him may Reign Glory to God the Father be Glory to God the Son Glory to God the Holy Ghost Glory to God Alone A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry 1. FAir are the Feet which bring the News Of Gladness unto Me What Happy Messengers are these Which my bless'd Eyes do see These are the Stars which God appoints For Guides unto my Eyes To lead me unto Bethlem-Town Where my dear Saviour Lies 2. These are my Gods Ambassadors By whom his Mind I know God's Angels in his lower Heav'n God's Trumpeters below The Trumpet sounds the Dead arise Which fell by Adam's Hand Again the Trumpet sounds and they Set forth for Canaans Land 3. The Servants speak but thou Lord dost A hearing Ear bestow They smite the Rock but thou my God Dost make the Waters flow They shoot the Arrow but thy Hand Doth drive the Arrow home They call but Lord thou dost Compel And then thy Guests are come 4. Angels that flie and Worms that creep Are both alike to Thee If thou make Worms thine Angels 〈◊〉 They bring my God to me As Sons of Thunder first they 〈◊〉 And I the Lightning fear But then they bring me to my Home And Sons of Comfort are 5. Lord thou art in them of a Truth That I might never stray The Clouds and Pillars march before And shew me Canaans way I bless my God who is my Guide I sing in Sions ways When shall I sing on Sions Hill Thine Everlasting Praise XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism 1. LOrd What is Man that Lump of Sin Made up of Earth and Hell Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell Man is a Leper from the Womb An Ethiopian born A Traitor 's Guilty Son and Heir VVorthy of pain and scorn 2. And dost thou â—ook on such a One Are not thine Eyes most pure 〈◊〉 they are Eyes of Pity too Where 〈◊〉 do beg a Cure This 〈…〉 Loathsom Sight But Pay casts an Eye And bids him wash in Jordan's Streams To Cure his Leprosie 3. This Ethiopian Skin is chang'd And made as white as Snow When dipt in wonder-working Streams VVhich from Christ's Side did flow As Adam slept and from his Side A Killing Eve arose From my pierc'd Lord that smitten Rock A pure Life-Fountain flows 4. Ah what a Tainted wretch is Man And so he must have stood But lo an Act of Sovereign Grace Restores him to his Blood Save me my God for I am thine Lord own thy Seal to me O wash my Soul till it be cleans'd And purify'd for Thee 5. Blest above Streams is Jordan's Flood VVhich toucheth Canaans Shore I 'll sing thy Praise in Jordan's Streams In Canaan evermore XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 1. O Praise the Lord praise him praise him Sing Praises to his Name O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth Extol and Laud the same VVho spared not his only Son But gave Him for us all And made him drink the Cup of Wrath The VVormwood and the Gall. 2. Frail Nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass But he must drink it off and this The Fathers Pleasure was Lo then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd Yielding Himself to God and Man He stretch'd his Arms and dy'd 3. He 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 VVere it not for a Dying Christ Our Dwelling had been there 4. His Blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our Sin gave us Himself VVhat an Exchange is here VVhatever 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 5. His Flesh is Heav'nly 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 VVith thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy Face 6. When shall our Souls mount up to Thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine VVhich is for ever New XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day 1. MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the Sweetness of his Rest He makes his Servants share How sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lie Thy Church below doth Rest in hope Of that Felicity 2. Thou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast Thy Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this Day of Rest Welcome and dear unto my Soul Are these sweet Feasts of Love But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above 3. I bless thy wise and wondrous Love Which binds us to be free Which makes us leave our Earthly Snare That we may come to thee I come I wait I hear I pray Thy Footsteps Lord I trace I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face 4. These are my Preparation-days And when my Soul is Drest â—se Sabbaths shall deliver Me 〈◊〉 mine Eternal Rest XX. Another 1. BLest Day of God most calm most bright The first and best of Days The Lab'rours Rest the Saints Delight A day of Mirth and Praise My Saviours Face did make thee shine His rising did thee raise This made thee Heavenly and Divine Beyond the common Days 2. The First-fruits do a Blessing prove To all the Sheaves behind And they that do a Sabbath love An happy Week shall find My Lord on Thee his Name did fix Which makes thee Rich and Gay Amidst his Golden Candlesticks My Saviour walks this day 3. He walks in 's Robes his Face â—unes bright The Stars are in his Hand Out of his Mouth that place of Might A Two-edg'd Sword doth stand Grac'd with our Lord's Appearance thâ— As well as with his Name Thou may'st demand Respect from us Upon a double Claim 4. This day God doth his Vessels broach His Conduits run with Wine He that loves not this days approach Scorns Heaven and Saviours shine VVhat Slaves are those who Slav'ry chuse And Garlick for their Feast Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse And the Almighty's Rest 5. This Market-day doth Saints enrich And smiles upon them all It is their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall O Day of Wonders Mercies pawn The weary Souls Recruit The Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The Bud of Endless Fruit 6. Oh could I love as I have lov'd Thy Watches heretofore As England's Glory thou hast prov'd May'st thou be so yet more This day must I for God appear For Lord the day is thine O let me spend it in thy Fear Then shall the day be mine 7. Cease Work and Play throughout the day That I to God may rest Now let me Talk with God and Walk With God and I am