shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will Another to the Tune of Psal 125. THy Breasts shall give their milk to Kings And Princes be nurs'd up by thee Tyrants there shall be no such things By thine shall Kingdoms ruled be O what a bliss is this The World at quiet is Thy Nobles shall thy Scepters sway The Crowns and Thrones shall all be theirs Those that will not thy Seed obey Shall rue the day in blood and tears O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for serving God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is Thy Breasts shall nurse up Rulers so Pastors according to my heart Shall be so well inspir'd and fit That Souls they shall by Shoals Convert O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is And with this holy Seed thou shalt All under the broad Heavens fill Thou shalt Jehovah's praise exalt And live according to his will O what a bliss is this The world at quiet is CANT VII 4. Thy Neck is as a Tower of Ivory HYMN 116. THy Neck O Sion is a Tower Of whitest Ivory No more to bear the pinching Yoak Of force and Tyranny The Irons of Unscripture modes And auk Imposed Forms No more shall gall thy flesh and Soul I 'le free thee from those storms The Idols now betake themselves To Clifts of craggy Rocks Thy God is risen light is come And spight 's a Paradox Arise and shine O Sion dress thee It is a pleasant day And I thy God am come to bless thee Send all thy fears away O let thy Stately Neck bear up Thy Head advance it higher Now all thy Yoaks are burst and burnt Put on thy best Attire Admit my easie Yoak and think Thy self a free-man there Chain'd to my Laws my Saints and me Thy Neck receives no scar CANT VII 4. Thine Eyes are like the fish-pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim HYMN 117. WAter thy Plants Jerusalem Salvation's at the door Unseal thy latent Fountains weep Till thou canst weep no more Time was when as of sence bereft Thou couldst not broach a tear But now the hardned Rocks are cleft And waters gushing there Thine Eyes like Hesbons Fish-pools stand VVithin Beth-rabbins gate That moistens the adjacent Land And doth it fruitful make I love to see that pierced heart That pierced me and mine The tears that wash my wounded feet To me are drops of VVine Thou 'st wept enough now weep no more But go rejoycing on I 'le banish all thy fears and cares And bid them all be gone Repentance breaks two hearts at once The Sinners heart and mine Tho Sin be great the Mercy-seat Shall cure that heart of thine CANT VII 4. Thy nose is as the tower of Labanon which louketh toward Damascus HYMN 118. O How I joy to see Damascus brought to me The persecuting Nations all With Sion shall agree To see fair Lebanon Her stately Tower look Towards her great foe Damascus and In peace each other brook Damascus and the Mount Shall reach their hands and joyn The Lion with the Lamb lye down In this great day of thine Thy Nose shall smell a sweet Perfume from Pagan Lands And breath a welcome Air to greet Their reconciled bands And would the Churches now Their breaches seek to close I 'de hast and come and quickly turn The heart of all their foes Would Saints unite yet more And all their fires cover I 'de make their Enemies yield themselves And bring Damascus over CANT VII 5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel and the hair of thine head like purple HYMN 119. THy head like Carmels crimson mount Repleat with light as that with flowers Erects it self and doth surmount Above all human earthly Powers As Carmel did o're-top the Hills And far transcend their excellence The Glory of my Sion fills The World and takes pre eminence The mountain of the Lords great house Above the tops of Mountains rose 'T is now fulfill'd O Carmel rouse Exalt thy self above thy foes Lift up thy head Jerusalem I 've made thee Lord of all the Earth Thy Scepter 's in the hand of them That are men of Renown and Worth And as thy hair upon thy head In numerous Unites overspread So shall thy Purple Judges fill With righteous Laws the World half dead For Muninment and Ornament Hair is the Glory of the Head So shall thy wholsome Edicts spread And Justice be in Triumph led Another to the Tune of Psal 148. LIke Carmels crimson mount Such is my Church to me My Sion I account Above all things that be I will her praise Above the Moon The Stars the Sun Her honour raise Thy head doth raise its top Above all humane Powers Their Boughs I 'le have thee lop And pull down all their Towers And then shall we Rejoyce to see Fair Carmel be In high degree The Mountain of the house Of God shall top the hills And Sion shall advance Her rod against their wills Great Sion shall By force of Arms And milder charms O're top them all Thy Purple Judges shall Like hair in Unites spread Send forth such Laws that all The People shall be glad Then shall they praise And lively sing For Sions King Their Voices raise CANT VII 5. Thy king is held in the galleries HYMN 120. AWake O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garment on Tho all the World ' gainst thee combine Thy King comes marching on Lift up thine Eyes behold those Clouds Those lofty Galleries There he Erects his Throne and makes His Glory fill the Skies There shalt thou look on him whose heart Was pierced by thy sin And thou shalt mourn to see those wounds And yet rejoyce therein There never was so great a day Sion thy King doth come And in these Galleries makes a stay Till thy great Work be done O rend the Heavens Lord and come Thou down for Sions cause Deliver thine from Sin and Rome And all her Popish Laws And make thy People once agen The great Hosannah sing And Spirit every sort of men To Worship Sions King Another to the Tune of Psal 148. O Sion rise and shine Put thy best Garments on Tho all the World combine Thy King comes marching on Behold those Clouds His Person lies In Galleries And there he shrouds Now shalt thou on him look Was peirced by thy Sin When thee he once forsook Cause thou forsookest him Now shalt thou mourn And yet rejoice With Heart and Voice Thy God is come There never was a day So welcome to the Saints As when he comes away To make up all their wants O rend the Skies O come away Make no delay Poor Sion cries Hosanna then we 'l sing And Hallelujah too We 'l Worshiship Sions King We 'l praise him all
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
Sons of men their Love Is bought and sold for worldly pelf Yet never did thy God above Erect a Market for himself His love is free come Souls and see How undeserv'd his kindness is While Sinners while ungodly we Are call'd to take this Love of his Nor can the Sinner at his need Purchase this Love with all his Gold Free Love free Grace is all we read Christs Love is neither bought nor sold CANT VIII 8. We have a little sister and she hath no breasts what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for HYMN 140. WE have a little Sister Lord That hath no Breasts as yet There is no place for means of Grace O do not her forget Thy Servants are greatly athirst That joyful day to see When thou the Cords and Yokes shall burst From her as well as we What shall we do for those that lye In Natures dungeon still When wilt thou speak for them that dye For want of Sions Hill Those that have neither Milk nor Breasts That still lye weltring in The Blood of uncoverted State O call them out of Sin Our Sister hath a precious Soul To save as well as we Would all the World were thine and not A Rebel we could see O say thou to our Sister Come Leave Babel to her flames Let her not perish in the doom Of Babels wretched names CANT VIII 9. If she be a wall we will build upon her a palace of silver and if she be a door we will inclose her with boards of Cedar HYMN 141. HOw welcome were that blessed news To the whole Nation of the Jews When Elect Sisters shall return When new-born hope and panting strength Tho but a little comes at length And hard and soft together mourn We 'l blow the blossoms not a spark Or glance that twinkles in the dark But shall be rais'd into a flame Of every Wall we 'l make a Tower Of every twig we 'l make a Bower And turn a drop into a rain A silver Palace we will make her In the day we undertake her With Cedar-boards we will enclose her And all the riches Love can find In her vast Stores shall be resign'd To make her happy in the closure Lord something give to work upon Creation is thy work alone And gladly we 'l to them repair That lie in darkness great and small With Deaths black shadow cover'd all And make them teem that barren were Come then you Nations all you Kings And Nobles flock to Sions wings There 's healing for your wounded hearts And let the Wealth of Sions King And so your own advantage bring Your Souls to him from Satans darts CANT VIII 10. I am a wall HYMN 142. I Was a heap of Dust And Rubbish quite forsaken Disparkt and into Forest turn'd No care of me was taken Help me to bless the Lord Ye Idol-Nations come Let 's Praise the Lord with joynt accord And bless his Name alone I found his favour when My case was worse than yours I was a prize in his fair eyes Such help free Grace procures And now I am a Wall Whose strength shall ever stand The matter of it is Free-stone Laid by Free-Grace's hand The Cement is the Blood Was shed upon the Cross The height of it o'retops the Skies Will you this Love ingross Tho you have cruel been Both to the Saints and me Yet if this call shall fetch you in I 'le be a Wall you see CANT VIII 10. And my Breasts are Towers HYMN 143. ALL Praises bring to Sions King See what I was and what I am My hills of Flesh could not refresh The thirst of one poor sucking Lamb. Children I had but ill brought up No Sustenance within their pow'rs They always drank of Moses Cup But now through Grace my Breasts are Tow'rs And thus ye Gentiles 't was with you When almost all your pipes were cut Your Teachers into Corners drew Your Pastors into Prisons put Your Breasts were cut that should have given Their Milk to them the Beasts devours But thanks be to the God of Heaven That now through Grace your Breasts are Tow'rs Let Lambs of Christ now frisk and dance And sport themselves on Sion hill For God will now their heads advance Their Mothers Breasts with fatness fill And tho our milky Breasts have been Like Fountains stopt by higher Pow'rs It was our Glory but their Sin But now through Grace our Breasts are Tow'rs CANT VIII 10. Then was I in his eyes as one that found favour HYMN 144. NOw doth my thankful heart rebound And fain would raise me higher To bless the favour that I found O draw me to thee nigher Help me to strip me of my self Into some Cherub turn To sound the Praise of thee my King O make the Fire burn And heat my Heart red-hot with Love Such favour I have found Would I were nothing else but Love Thy Praises to resound How happy are the Souls in Bliss The Spirits perfect made Whose everlasting work it is To love thee is their trade Who have no body of their own No body else to hinder O that I could but praise thee here As they can Praise thee yonder The favour of thy Heart and Eyes So unexpected was 'T is Love of all things that I prize So great a worth it hath CANT VIII 11. Solomon had a Vineyard at Baal-hamon he let out the Vineyard unto Keepers every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver HYMN 145. SION my Vineyard is become As desolate as once she was And there are Nations in her Womb Like Pregnant Vines that all surpass I 'le Water her both Night and Day And sweetly force her coming Fruit Let the Winds bluster as they may I GOD have said it and I 'le do it King Solomon had a Vineyard great In Baal-hamon it was plac'd It was a sweet and lovely Seat Greatly admired and embrac'd 'T was fet with Vines and other Trees And richly stor'd in every place But not like mine my Plants are Souls And Stocks of an immortal race He farm d his Vineyard out to those A thousand Silverlings that gave But of the Vineyard I have chose My self alone the dressing have I made my Plants so did not he I set them all with my own hand Those that were dead restored be And flourish all at my command CANT VIII 12. My Vineyard which is mine is before me thou O Solomon must have a thousand and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred HYMN 146. KIng Solomons Tenants shar'd the Fruit They profit had as well as he Or else they never had come to 't Two hundred silverlings their Fee My Saints I must have all your Fruit Your Pains and Labours all is mine Your Glory bring to Sions King 'T is he that waters every Vine Now shall you bear your Fruit to me That once the stranger had devour'd Now shall you be like fruitful trees And
inclosed is my Sister my Spouse a Spring shut up a fountain sealed HYMN 71. MY Spouse I have enclosed And strongly fenc'd thee in With rocky Walls and scorching Fire Thou hast my Garden been If men dare scale the Flames To their own loss they venture I 'le keep thee so on every side They 'l knock but shall not enter I 'le plant thee with sweet Flow'rs And every fruitful Tree And all about I 'le make me Bow'rs And take my walks in thee I 'le shut and seal thee up No dirty foot shall see Thy heavenly Springs and Waterings Thou shalt my Fountain be O thou the Spring of Springs Whose Fountains always run Fountain of Fountains and all things From thee my Waters come O thou the King of kings Plant thou thy Garden round Let every walk thy Praises talk In thee my fruit is found CANT IV. 13. Thy plants are an Orchard of Pomegranates with pleasant fruits Camphire with Spikenard Ver. 14 Spikenard and Saffron Calamus and Cynamon with all trees of frankincense Myrrh and Aloes with all the chief spices HYMN 72. COme now my Sister let us go And how see the young of Sets do The Standarts must not stand I have A better use to put them to These I 'le transplanâ— to Paradice With Glory I will fill their faces They must be gone their work is done The young ones must supply their places The Lambs the Babes my Churches breed Are a more rav'shing sight to me Than the Pomegranate full of seed Or all the Arabian spices be The Spikenard Camphire and the rest Of choicest Aromatick fumes Are worthless when they do their best Let them be buried in their Tombs But O the Joy I take to see My pregnant Church her Children bear The young ones that convert to me My choicest Heaven on Earth is there Young ones awake since I do take Such pleasure in your budding Graces Repent Convert or 't will be Death For you to let me see your faces CANT IV. 15. A fountain of gardens a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon HYMN 73. IF I a Garden am thou art O Christ the living Spring If I have any sprouting Plants The Water thou dost bring No Water then no Fruit no growth No Spire can pierce the Clods The Fruit I bear if it be rare It is not mine but Gods My heart was dead the other day And then sweet Mercy came And washt it in a Spring of Blood It came to Life again My heart was hard as I may say As hard as any Stones I drench it in the living Spring And it to softness comes My heart was cold as cold as Ice Some heat it did require I found the living Waters had In them a living Fire Now let thy dying living blood Stream as from Lebanon Water my wants and wash my Plants Or we are all undone CANT IV. 16. Awake O North-wind and come thou South blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out HYMN 74. I Must have Air and Wind As well as Water Lord Or else my Garden that is I No fruit can ere afford Arise North-wind and South Rough and serene both best And do thou time their gates and thine In both Ish all be blest There 's not one Plant will thrive Or Flower hold its scent Unless thy Spirit Lord contrive To breathe their Nutriment How will the Spices flow How will my Graces flourish If thy sweet Spirit please to blow And drooping Flowers cherish For loves-sake let me beg O Holy Ghost thy Grace Thy Breathings Giftings Fillings Seals Let each work take its place If my Beloved come As he a coming is Not finding me and Fruit at home He 'l say my heart 's not his CANT IV. 16. Let my my beloved come into his Garden and eat his pleasant fruit HYMN 75. MY Garden is thy Garden Lord Therefore do thou the Winds awake Let sharp and cold North-winds accord With gentle South and their turns take Sometimes I need a nipping Frost Lord not too sharp lest all be lost To cross my sin let me be crost But Winds serene advantage most Let North awake and stop but let The South awake and come and blow Too much the North will nip the fruits But O the South will make them grow O Spirit of Love and harmless Dove Do thou take wings and fly to me Or else give wings to climbing Love And quickly I will up to thee My Lord here 's little fruit for thee Tho my Souls Garden do its best But if thou com'st there 's Fruit for me Tho I have none I shall be blest Thus poor Folks entertain the King And Landlords sit at Tenants table They have no more but what they bring Thou should have more if I were able Finis Cap. 4. Laus Jehovae CANT V. 1. I am come into my garden my Sister my Spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk HYMN 76. WEll I am come my Spouse Thy Pray'rs have given me wings I have accepted all thy vows And tasted all thy things In thee I find my myrrh My honey-Combs I eat Thy Milk and Wine is all Divine Thy Spices all are sweet Thy Plants that I have set Are in a thriving plight Thy heart a flour'shing Orchard is A Garden of delight O how I joy to see My cost not lost upon thee There grows sweet Fruit on every Tree The younger Plants have won me Thy Fruits of holiness Are Aromatick Spices Thy Garden and thy self no less To me a Paradise is My God how is it thus Can man relieve his Maker No but the grafted Cion is Of the Stocks life partaker CANT V. 1. Eat O friends drink yea drink abundantly O beloved HYMN 77. COme now all you that are my Friends My Church hath made a feast Come fill your Souls with Nectar bowls I call you with the rest I 'de have you all partake of these Her inexhausted pleasures Come eat and drink her Pray'rs and sink Your selves into her treasures Her Lips shall feed you and her Graces Their bounty shall express If Angels come they shall have some And Joy to every Guest Come then you drooping Spirits come Here is a worthy prize And if you please to drink up Seas I 'le give her fresh supplies Lord of all store I thee implore Since what is thine is mine And what is mine is thine This boon To grant do thou incline That thou wouldst fill me with thy self And stretch my Soul to hold thee And I shall feast me and the rest With what thy Love hath told me CANT V. 2. I sleep but my heart waketh HYMN 78. I Am a contradiction Lord I wake yet am asleep I am asleep and yet I wake I both and neither keep Thus after greatest beams of Love My heart grows cold again As after greatest gleams of Light The Heavens grow big with rain When first
fitly set HYMN 93. I 'Le tell you farther That if such A Person you shall see Whose eyes like Doves are washt with milk And water This is He. He hath a killing eye will pierce Through Adamantine Ears And wound a Rock but with a look And melt it into Tears Eyes that are clear and fitly set That can see all things past And all things present and to come As long as time shall last Whose eyes are purely chast That never Open'd to let in sin That never did the least endeavour To take foul objects in If such a one you meet whose eyes Like flames and lamps of fire Strike dead and yet give Life that do Confound yet stir desire This is the man I seek a man All-seeing and All-Eye Tell him if such a one you meet 'T is for his Love I dye CANT V. 13. His cheeks are as a bed of spices as sweet flowers his lips like lilies dropping sweet-smelling myrrh HYMN 94. HIS cheeks two fragrant beauties are Whose Odoriferous smell Like beds of spices fresh and rare So sweet no tongue can tell Or like the richest flow'rs in May Whose scent perfumes the Air Whose colours beautifie the day And all mens wonder are His lips are lily-white and fair The products of them sweet His Counsels Kisses Comforts Calls All Cordials in them meet The man that spake as no man spake Each word an Oracle The man that spake and never hath Transgrest a syllable Your Popes and Councils all have err'd Those glittering trifles all But my Beloved's lips ne're mov'd Amiss nor never shall This is the man my Soul seeks oh That I could see that Face Them Ruby Cheeks and Lips again In some due time and place CANT V. 14. His hands are as gold-rings set with the beryl his belly is as bright Ivory overlaid with saphires HYMN 95. HAnds that have made the Heav'ns all And all the Hoasts therein That made the Sun the Moon the Stars And you and me and men And when the work was spoiled quite And overturn'd by sin These hands of his went fresh to work And made all up agen His Belly where his Bowels dwell Are working out our aid Like Treasures in an Ivory box With Saphires overlaid Yearns to distressed Souls that be His heart within him roles He mindeth not his own concerns But sinners case condoles 'T was Bowels nail'd him to the Cross 'T was Bowels made him dye 'T was Bowels set his Blood abroach For such a one as I. He pities all the World and all His suffering Saints But he Had no Compassion for himself O hath he none for me CANT V. 15. His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold HYMN 96. HIs Legs like marble pillars set On Sockets of the finest Gold The man I seek and can't forget Bears up himself and all the World Upon the basis of his strength Supported are all things that be Their heights depths their breadth and length Who Heaven and Earth sustains that 's he His People and their Graces stand Not on their own Legs but on his More firm than ever Adam did That walk'd the rounds of Paradice Those little Pillars soon let fall What was intrusted to their pow'r But on this Marble pillar shall His Saints be kept till their last hour Jehovah Shaddai is his name The strong and mighty God is he There is no Tongue can speak his fame The best but lisp his dignity This is my well beloved one In all the World there 's not the like This is the man for whom alone I am in this distressed plight CANT V. 16. His countenance is as Lebanon excellent as the Cedars HYMN 97. HIs Countenance who looks upon it Takes prospect of fair Lebanon The objects were presented from it Dazled the Eyes of lookers on The various lofty Cedars there And several sorts of other Trees The Aromatick Fruits there were Graceful and grateful to the Eyes Yet nothing like the prospect which His shining Countenance sends forth So fair so beautiful so rich O how shall I advance his worth O that I could but see that face That once so strongly drew my heart O that I could enjoy that place That once I had beyond desert But I have lost him he is gone Which makes my Eyes run down with tears I cannot find him left alone I 'm almost drown'd in doubts and fears Yet this I 'le say I feel his hand Altho I cannot see his face And in his Presence still I stand And he supports me with his Grace CANT V. 16. His mouth is most sweet yea he is altogether lovely This is my beloved and this is my friend O ye daughters of Jerusalem HYMN 98. THE gracious words that drop From his sweet Mouth so free Are sweeter than the sweets that top Sweetness it self to me In short this is the man He 's altogether love And altogether lovely can You find me such a Dove You Daughters this is he This my Beloved is No tongue can teach no Language can Express that love of his The drops that fills the Seas Go count them one by one Then joyn the number if you please Of Stars till there be none To these the Sands the Hairs All th' objects of the sight Hyperbolize Immensity And run to Infinite This my beloved is He is the Total Sum Of all perfection and the Bliss Of all that to him come Finis Cap. 5. Laus Deo CANT VI. 1. Whither is thy beloved gone O thou fairest among women whither is thy beloved turned aside that we may seek him with thee HYMN 99. STrange character as e're we heard But is he so indeed We 'l seek him too if this be true We 'l seek him with all speed This is the Man that onely can Put all things out of doubt That will be Joy and Heav'n to us If we can find him out Come then and let 's together seek him As hungry men their food And if it be our Bliss to meet him He 'l be our chiefest good O how our hearts are set on fire Pray help us seek him too O how we burn with hot desire We 'l seek as well as you My soul desires get desires As Bellows blow the Flame As I have seen where wood is green And Coals to Billets came 'T is all the glory Mortals can Bring to the blessed Jesus To others to commend his Name Whose matchless worth will please us Another to the Tune of Psal 50. IS this the Christ The lover of thy soul Is this the Blest Whose loss thou dost condole These praises high Have set our hearts on fire Let us come nigh We burn with hot desire We 'l seek him too We know not where to mend us We 'l go with you If you 'l so far befriend us O happy day That ere we met with you To lead the way If what you speak be true This is the man If we can find him out That only can Put
anew In Heaven so Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done In Earth below CANT VII 6. How fair and how pleasant art thou O love for delights HYMN 121. I Don't repent my coming down These Galleries are to me a Throne I 'le get me here a new renown Into new Heavens I am come Ye blessed Angels gird your selves To wait my royal motions thither Your trumpets sound shake the ground Let you and I rejoice together I 'le see my new created Bride I 'le let out all my hearts delight I 'le put down all her sinful Pride And Pride my self in her blest sight And O! how fair how pleasant are Those sweet delights I now shall take New Earth new Heavens all things new These shall new Loves in me create Come then beloved Sion come Be not afraid no distance can Foment a jealousie There 's none Shall love thee more than God and Man O let thy thirsty craving heart Imbibe and drink me fully down My Graces shall their good impart My merits give thee great renown Another to the Tune of Psal 148. I Come and don 't repent Into another Throne To Sion am I sent To her I love alone No labour lost To come and see Beloved she My heart loves most Ye blessed Angels come And wait my Royal motions 'T will be your honour come ' I will give you new promotions You Angels blow Your trumpets sound For I have found A Heav'n below How fair and pleasant are Those sweet delights I take New Heav'ns new Earth and those New Loves in me create Let me prefer My long'd for Bride And let me Pride My self in her O let thy thirsty heart My Soul imbibe him down And never from him part 'T is his and thy renown There 's none that can E're be so dear Or come so near As God and Man CANT VII 7. This thy stature is like to a Palm-tree and thy breasts to clusters of the Grapes HYMN 122. SION thou art a Palm Under great pressures growing Thy branches the great Ensigns are Of Victory overflowing The more the weights were hung On every tender Bough The straighter upright every branch Doth towards Heaven grow Ride on triumphantly And make thy Charets fly Thy Martial word is Victory Ride on victoriously The Branches of the Palm Shall Crown thy glorious Head Thou shalt enjoy a blessed calm Thine Enemies all are fled Thy well-grown Breasts are full As clusters fill'd with Wine To nourish all thy Children small And make them all Divine Now Sion bless thy King Whose conduct doth the work And down shall all his En'mies bring The Devil Pope and Turk Another to the Tune of Psal 147. SION thou art a Palm Under great Pressures growing Whose Branches Ensigns are Of Victory overflowing Triumphantly Thy Charet shall Ride over all Victoriously The more their weights were hung On every tender Bough The straighter upright thou Dost toward Heaven grow Thy Martial-word Is Victory Thy Foes shall fly Before thy Sword The Branches of the Palm Shall Crown thy glorious Head Thou shalt enjoy a calm Thine Enemies all are fled Then shalt thou say To Sions King I ow this thing To get the day Thy welcome Breasts are full As clusters fill'd with Wine To nourish great and small And make them all Divine Now march O Sion The Praises sing Of thy great King And Judah's Lion CANT VII 8. I said I will go up to the Palm-tree I will take hold of the Boughs thereof new also thy Breasts shall be as Clusters of the Vine and the smell of thy nose like Apples HYMN 123. IT is a pleasant sight to see The Nations flocking in As Doves unto the Windows flee Repenting of their sin I will take hold of thee saith one O let me be thy Brother Give me one Closter of thy Grapes One Apple saith another Beat up thy Drums for Volunteers Set up thy Standart Sion To bring the Kings and all their Peers To worship Judah's Lion Thy Enemies now shall bow to thee And suck thy Breasts their fill And shall be satisfi'd to see Fair Sions raised Hill O Isra'l bud and blossom out And fill the World with fruit Let the Expence be what it will Thy God will thee recruit Thy smell is sweet to all that come Their smell is sweet to thee All Nostrils fill'd with sweet perfume O blessed day to see Another to the Tune of Psal 147. NOW they begin to love That hated thee before The Kings and Pow'rs above Cringing shall thee adore O blessed sight To see them flock With all their stock To Sions light Give me a Bough saith one O let me be thy Brother Give me one Cluster more One Apple saith another Beat up the Drums Thy Noble Peers Are Volunteers Where Sion comes Thine Enemies now shall bow And suck thy Breasts their fill And satisfied now Shall see thy raised Hill Then shall they sing Halelujah Halelujah To Sions King Blossom O Israel And fill the World with fruit Come what Expences will I 'le always thee recruit Come sing this Song The day is ours Against the Powers That rag'd so long CANT VII 9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved that goeth down sweetly causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak HYMN 124. A Wake O Sion ope thy Mouth Wideâ—s thou canst for I will still it Come and drink down my Spirit of Truth Upon thy heart I 'le largely spill it I 'le pour it out as sweetest Wine As once of old I did at first Brimful I 'le fill that heart of thine Come drink it down and slake thy thirst These liberal draughts shall make thee speak And utter such transcendent matter Into the Mouths of men asleep That they shall wake and they shall utter Thy dead shall live and those that lay Securely sleeping in their sin Shall now awake and weep away The woful case that they were in No more shall men complain their hearts Like strait neckt Vessels take in little They cannot speak what Grace imparts And for a great sum yield a little Enlargements now shall speak the praise Of Sions King where e're we come And those that had not words to say For Christ before now praise him home Another to the Tune of Psal 113. AWake O Sion ope thy Mouth Come and drink down my Spirit of Truth Open thy Mouth wide as thou canst Let it crave what it can I 'le fill it My Holy Spirit I 'le largly spill it And fully answer all thy wants I 'le pour my Spirit out like Wine To th' brim I 'le fill that heart of thine As once of old I did at first These liberal Draughts shall make theespeak And pow'rfully thy Silence break Come drink it down and slake thy thirst Now shalt thou my high Praises utter And out with such transcendent matter Into the Mouths of men asleep That they shall wake Thy dead shall live And joyning with thee Praises give To God
and me Thanksgivings keep No more shall men complain their hearts Can 't utter what free Grace imparts Like strait neckt Vessels take in little Enlargements shall be common now And fill your Souls you know not how And make you full that have been fickle CANT VII 10. I am my beloveds and his desire is towards me HYMN 125. YOu glorious Angels sound your Trumps This is the Wedding day King Jesus and his Saints agree Loves to each other pay Give me thy heart saith he my Son And for that Heart of thine Lest thou shouldst want a heart I 'le come And freely give thee mine Now view the Smiles that Crown the Face Of this exalted Bride That now 's about to take her place By her Beloveds side Renowned Jesus Art thou mine Since 't is thine own desire To thee my self I now resign My heart is all on fire With flames of Love to thee my King Thou mine and I am thine 'T is Heav'n to me thy Face to see I 'm thine and thou art mine May this days love more stable prove Than Hills and Mountains strong Let Jesus Christ the subject be Of my Eternal Song CANT VII 11. Come my beloved let us go forth into the Fields let us lodg in the Villages HYMN 126. THE Marriage being agreed upon Between the Bridegroom and the Bride When will this blessed Jesus come To tye the knot that must be ty'd Wilt thou a publick Wedding make Inviting all the World unto it No no! retirement we 'l take But Angels none shall see us do it There are such persons and such places From the Worlds eye obscurely hid And there will we exchange Embraces There there will we be Married 'T is secret Paths and private Walks Known to none else but thee and me 'T is Closet-breathings unheard talks That knits the knot 'tween me and thee I would not sell my secret Pray'rs For more than thousand pounds a year I would not lose my stolen tears For all the VVorlds rich treasure there VVhen I lockt up from the VVorlds eye Am all alone in Meditation Be sure my Christ is standing by And most at large in Revelation CANT VII 12. Let us get up early to the Vineyards let us see if the Vine flourish whether the tender Grapes appear and the Promegranates bud forth there will I give thee my loves HYMN 127. THE Vines and tender Grapes And the Pomegranate buds The new-born off-spring that are weak But shortly will be studs In sight of these my dear I 'le shew my love to thee As Children draw the Husbands love Thus mine is drawn from me Come see and be the Bride Of this most glorious Groom And lay your matters all aside And to the Wedding come You new converted are As much concern'd as I Flourish and dress your selves prepare The Bridegroom draweth nigh Take us for we are thine And are our own no longer We wish our selves were more Divine We wish our Love 's were stronger Thine only Will we be And thine Eternally O Rule and Teach and Govern us As well as save pray I. CANT VII 13. The Mandrakes give a smell and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits new and old which I have laid up for thee O my beloved HYMN 128. O What a joyful Spring is this The Mandrakes give their smell That lay all Winter buried in The Earth as in their cell Sion was dead but is alive The sweet perfumes of Grace Begin to bless the World and yield Their sents in every place The Converts both the new and old Are full of pleasant Fruit And all laid up for thee my Love To correspond thy suit Thus do the streams their tribute pay To Seas from whence they spring Now shall both Males and Females say Our Fruit to thee we bring How rich is Sions King that day When all his Saints shall woo him And bring their Treasures and shall pay Themselves attribute to him What joy when but a single Soul Is Married unto Jesus But O what Joy when Nations shall O how that sight will please us CANT VIII 1. O that thou wert as my brother that suckt the breast of my mother then should I find thee without I would kiss thee yet I should not be despised HYMN 129. WErt thou my brother Lord I could believe thy love Or hadst thou suckt my Mothers Breasts I could my fears remove And think 't were not below Thy self to make me thine Alas thou art too far above This low estate of mine Thou art a glorious Prince The Angels thee adore And I the vilest worm that lives This makes the wonder more VVilt thou be mean like me And be with Flesh possest And fellow-man and brother be And suck thy Mothers Breast VVell then I 'le kiss thee now No more thy distance dread Thus vail'd in Flesh I 'le dare approach And own thee as my Head Flesh of my Flesh and Bone O Christ I see thou art Now I 'le converse with thee alone And thou shalt have my heart CANT VIII 2. I would lead thee and bring thee into my Mothers house who would instruct me I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my Pomegranate HYMN 130. MY Christ how welcome would I make thee Wouldst thou but visit where I dwell I and my Mother would embrace thee And Joy to see thee at our Cell My Mother would instruct me where Her best and choicest Junkets lye And I would entertain thee there As blest in thy sweet company I 'de bring thee out my spiced Wine Made of the Juice of Pomegranate And thou shalt have this heart of mine Inflam'd with Love at highest rate I will thee feast with all my best And strive attendance due to give Thou shall have me and all the rest Thy own so long as we shall live I will end eavour such a life Shall pleasing be to thy define And speak thy Praise till it shall raise VVithin my heart an holy fire Only he pleas'd to come and lend Assisting Grace to this endeavour If I by Ague-fits grow cold Turn them into a burning Fever CANT VIII 3. His left hand should be under my head and his right hand should embrace me HYMN 131. MY work is great O stay my head Infuse that Wisdom from above And let thy strength my weakness wed And with infirm'ty fall in Love My head is sick my heart is faint As overpow'rd with my task I thee with all my Grief acquant And thy Assistance humbly ask The left and right hand of thy Pow'r Outward and inward help must give Thy arms about me in this hour Embrace me must and make me live O my Redeemer with thy Arms Refresh the heart of fainting me Let me experience thy Love-charms Till I am more in love with thee Then shall my Charets run a pace No rubs shall hinder their swift motion The Wheels anointed with thy Grace As Ships ride fast upon the Ocean Thus the
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
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