Masters Hand Which gives us daily Bread Thy House my Lord is full of Guests Thy Table Richly Spread Earth is thy Table where thy Guests Do daily Sit and Feed Thy Hand Carves every one his part And suffers None to need 2. Naked came I into the World And nothing with me brought And nothing have I here deserv'd Yet have I lacked Nought I do not Bless my Labouring Hand My Labouring Head or Chance Thy Providence most Gracious God Is mine Inheritance 3. Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace A Table free from Strife Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread Which is the Staff of Life The People Sate in Companies My Saviour Fed them all So all the Families of the Earth Have Tables in Gods Hall 4. The Vine and Olive Branches too Are nourished by thy Care Mercies we Eat Mercies we Drink Mercies we daily wear Shall I repine against my God That kept me all my days Then let my Tongue forget to taste When it forgets to praise VI. A Song of Praise for Protection 1. MY God my only Help and Hope My strong and sure Defence For all my Safety and my Peace I bless thy Providence The daily Favours of my God I cannot Sing at large Yet let me make this Holy Boast I am the Almighties Charge 2. Lord in the day thou art about The Paths wherein I tread And in the Night when I lye down Thou art about my Bed I travel thro' the Wilderness Free from the Beasts of prey The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stop'd The Serpents creep away 3. In Preservation God Creates Delivers in Protection Lord every Moment of my Life Is like a Resurrection ◠thousand Deaths I daily ' scape I pass by many a Pit I Sail by many dreadful Rocks Where others have been split 4. I see blind People with mine Eyes To Hospitals I walk ◠hear of them that cannot hear And of the Dumb I talk Lord what am I that thou should'st shew Such Favour unto me My Bones and Senses all must say Lord who is like to thee VII A Song of Praise for Health 1. HEalth is a Jewel dropt from Heav'n Which Money cannot buy The Life of Life the Bodies Peace And pleasant Harmony Lord who hath Tun'd my outward Man To such a lively Frame Skrew up my Heart-strings all to make Sweet Melody to thy Name 2. Whilst Others in God's Prisons lie Bound with Afflictions Chains I walk at large secure and free From Sickness and from Pains Their Life is Death their Language groans Their Meat is Juice of Galls Their Friends but strangers wealth but want Their Houses Prison-walls 3. Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies And shall I silent be Lord was I sick as I am well Thou should'st have heard from me The Sick have not more cause to pray Than I to praise my King Since Nature teaches them to groan Let Grace teach me to sing 4. I see my Friends I taste my Meat I 'm free from my Employ But when I do enjoy my God Then I my self enjoy Lord who dost set me on my Feet Direct me in thy ways O Crown thy Gift of Health with Grace And turn it to thy Praise VIII A Song of Praise for Family-Prosperity 1. THy Blessing Lord doth multiply One Jacob to two Bands One Person to a Family Which through thy Blessing stands On all my Flock both great and small Thy Sun doth Sweetly Shine Thy fruitful drops do gently fall On every Branch of mine 2. Thy Blessing made the Loaves to grow And Multitudes were Fed. My House is Fill'd and Feasted too It is an House of Bread How can I hear my Children Sing And not Sing unto thee Since they glad News from Heav'n do bring My God must hear from me 3. Mine Olive Branches and my Vine Thrive by my Tables Side Whilst others wither and decline Who in Deaths Shade abide With Cov'nant Blood my Posts are Red 'T is on my Lintle found 〈◊〉 Lo the Line of Scarlet Thread Is on my Window bound 4. 'T is not my God my self alone But mine to Thee I owe Thou mad'st me many out of one So let thy Praises grow Whatever Lord is done to thine Thou count'st it done to thee And whatsoever's done to mine I Count it done to Me. 5. Let me be ever good to thine Who art so good to me Let thine be mine and mine be thine And they twice mine shall be Then shall my House a Temple be Then I and mine shall Sing Hosanna's to thy Majesty And praise our Heavenly King IX A Song of Praise for good Success in honest Affairs 1. IS not the Hand of God in this Is not this End divine Lord of Success Thee will I bless Who on my Paths do'st shine I Reap the Fruit of God's Design By Him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been 2. I Blindly guess'd but he foreknew I wish'd he did Command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his Unerring Hand The Bow is draw by feeble Arms Aim taken in the Dark A Providential Hand doth Guide The Arrow to the Mark. 3. Except the Lord the City keep The Watchmen will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder Builds in Vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And labouring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame 4. But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good Success to day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper Me To bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeavouring Heart Which Aimeth at thy Praise X. A Song of Praise for the Morning 1. MY God was with me all this Night And gave Me sweet Respose My God did watch even whilst I slept O◠I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for Sleep Until they wish'd for day Meas'ring slow Hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay 2. Whilst I did sleep all dangers slept No Thieves did me affright Those Evening Wolves Those Beasts of prey Disturbers of the Night No Raging Flames nor Storms did Rend The House that I was in I heard no dreadful Cries without No doleful Groans within 3. What Terrours have I ' Scap'd this Night Which have on Others Fell My Body might have slept its last My Soul have wak'd in Hell Sweet Rest had gain'd that Strength to Me Which Labour did Devour My Body was in weakness Sown But it is Rais'd in power 4. Lord for the Mercies of the Night My humble Thanks I pay And unto Thee I dedicate The first Fruits of the day Let this day praise Thee O my God And so let all my days And O let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal praise XI A Song of Praise for the Evening 1. NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let Incense Flames arise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love Awake my Joy Awake my
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
VVho in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of Love VVho causeth me to hope Here 's the words Signets Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain But these thy Pledges Lord I know My Hopes are not in vain XXXI A Song of Praise collected out of the Book of Psalms 1. PSAL. 135.1 O Praise the Lord Praise Him praise Him Praise Him with one accord Praise him praise him all ye that be The Servants of the Lord. PSAL. 47.6 Sing Praises to our God sing Praise Sing Praises to our King Praise to the King of all the Earth VVith Understanding sing 2. PSAL. 103.1 My Soul give Laud unto the Lord My Spirit shall do the same And all the Secrets of my Heart Praise ye his Holy Name PSAL. 95.6 Come let us bow and praise the Lord Before him let us fall And kneel to him with one accord For he hath made us all 3. PSAL. 95.7 He is the Lord he is our God For us he doth provide VVe are his Flock he doth us feed His Sheep he doth us guide PSAL. 118.21 I will give Thanks unto the Lord Because he hath heard me And is become most lovingly A Saviour unto me 4. PSAL. 118.13 The Lord is my Defence and Strength My Joy my Mirth my Song â—s is become for me indeed A Saviour most strong PSAL. 118.28 Thou art my God I will confess And render Thanks to Thee Thou art my God and I will praise Thy Mercy towards Me. 5. PSAL. 118.29 O give ye Thanks unto the Lord For gracious is He Because his Mercy doth endure For ever towards Me. XXXII Another 1. PSAL. 26.6 TO render Thanks unto the Lord How great a cause have I My Voice my Prayer and my Complaint That heard so willingly PSAL. 59.17 Thou art my Strength thou hast me stay'd O Lord I sing to Thee Thou art my Fort my Fence and Aid And Loving God to Me. 2. PSAL. 73.25 What thing is there that I can wish But Thee in Heav'n above And in the Earth there is nothing Like Thee that I can love PSAL. 36.9 For why the Well of Life so pure Doth ever flow from Thee And in thy Light we are full sure The lasting Light to see 3. PSAL. 27.15 My heart would faint but that in me This Hope is fixed fast The Lord God's good Grace shall I see In Life that ay shall last PSAL. 48.13 For this God is our God our God For evermore is He This God of ours even unto Death Our faithful Guide will be 4. PSAL. 17.17 When I awake I shall behold In Righteousness thy Face And I shall be most like to Thee Even filled with thy Grace PSAL. 16.11 Full Joys are in thy Presence Lord A sweet and precious Store My God at thy Right Hand there are Pleasures for evermore 5. PSAL. 103.21 Ye Angels which are great in Power Praise Ye and bless the Lord Which to obey and do his Will Immediately accord PSAL. 103.22 Ye all his Works in every place Praise ye his Holy Name My Heart my Mind and all my Soul For ever praise the same XXXIII A Song of Praise Collected from the Doxologies in the Revelation of St. John 1. Rev. 1.5 TO Him that lov'd us from Himself And dy'd to do us good And wash'd us from our scarlet sins In his own purest Blood Rev. 1.6 And made us Kings and Priests to God His Father infinite To him Eternal Glory be And Everlasting Might 2. Rev. 5.12 The Lamb is worthy that was slain To have all Power and VVealth All Honour Glory VVisdom Strength Thanks for his saving Health Rev. 5.13 Thanks Honour Glory Power to Him That on the Throne doth sit And to the Lamb for ever and For ever so be it 3. Rev. 7.9 Thousands of thousands of the Saints VVhich stand before their King VVith shining Robes and spreading Palms Loud Hallelujahs sing Rev. 7.10 Ascribe salvation to our God VVho sits upon the Throne Thy Beams will make our Faces shine In Thee we will rejoyce Thy Love is more to us than VVine Thou art the Uprights Choice 5. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Tho' I am Black yet Fair Like Kedars Tents like Ornaments Which Solomons Bed doth wear 6. Look not with a disdainful Eye Upon my Sun-burnt Face My Mothers Children rag'd at me And wrought me much disgrace Such was their Envy such their Grudge Their Vines must be inspected Whilst at their Vines I was their Drudge Mine own were quite neglected 7. But O Thou whom my Soul doth Love Tell me now from thy Breast Where feeds the Flock where doth it move Where is its Noon-Tyde Rest Why should I stray and lose my way Till I at last do Fall Among thy Fellows Flocks as they Themselves do proudly call Christ. 8. O Fairest Fair then go and Trace The Footsteps of my Sheep And feed my Kids beside the Place Where my good Shepherds keep 9. My Love I have compared Thee To those Egyptian Mares Which in King Pharaohs Chariots flee O Fairest of all Fairs 10. Thy Cheeks are comely to behold Which Rows of Jewels deck Large Chains of pure and shining Gold Adorn thy Royal Neck 11. I and my Father we will make Borders of Gold for Thee With Silver Studs for thy dear sake That thou may ' st Richer be The Church 12. The King doth at his Table sit And I that love Him well Do pour my Spikenard on his Feet VVhich gives a Fragrant smell 13. My VVelbeloved is to Me A Pomander of Myrrh Betwixt my Breast all Night shall He Be Lodg'd and never stir 14. My VVelbeloved is to Me Like Aromatick VVines Like Clusters of the Camphire Tree Among Engeddi Vines Christ. 15. Lo thou art fair my only Love My Love lo thou art Fair Thou art my Love thou art my Dove Doves Eyes in thee appear The Church 16. Nay my Beloved thou art Fair My Fairness is from Thee And thou art sweet beyond compare VVhat a green Bed have we 17. The Beams are Cedars where we dwell So strong they will not stir The Rafters send a pleasant smell For they are made of Fir. The Paraphrase CHAP. I. 1. Now will I sing of Christ the King And of his Church the Queen The Song of Songs to them belongs Where their pure Flames are seen Dialogue The Church to Christ. 2. LET my dear Saviours Love appear By some assuring sign Thou Lord my sainting Soul dost chear When thou say'st I am thine Let others on their Danties feed And drink the richest VVine My Feast doâ—â— all their Feasts exceed VVhen thou say'st I am thine 3. Thy Word which sounds thy mighty Fame And how good thou hast been Doth so revive that for the same Souls love Thee tho' unseen Souls of an Heav'nly make and frame The Joyful Heirs of Grace Do taste such Sweetness in thy Name They long to see thy Face 4. Fain would I but I cannot move Sin hath Enfeebled me O draw me with the Cords of Love I
how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that