Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song 2. Man's Life 's a Book of History The Leaves thereof are Days The Letters Mercies closely Joyn'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My keeper and my Guide His care was on my Frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd 3. Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More Fleet and Free than they New time new Favours and new Joys Do a new Song require Till I shall praise Thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire 4. Lord of my Time whose Hand hath Set New Time upon my Score Then shall I praise for all my Time When Time shall be no more XII A Song of Praise for the Birth of Christ. 1. AWay dark thoughts Awake my Joy Awake my Glory Sing Sing Songs to Celebrate the Birth Of Jacobs God and King O happy Night that brought forth Light Which makes the Blind to see The day-Spring from on High came down To Chear and Visit Thee 2. The wakeful Shepherds near their Flocks Were watching for the Morn But better News from Heav'n was brought Your Saviour Christ is Born In Bethlem-Town the Infant Lies Within a place obscure O Little Bethlem poor in VValls But Rich in Furniture 3. Since Heaven is now come down to Earth Hither the Angels Fly Heark how the Heavenly Quire doth Sing Glory to God 〈◊〉 High The News is spread the Church is glad Simeon o'recome with Joy Sings with the Infant in his Arms Now let thy Servant die 4. Wise Men from far beheld the Star Which was their faithful Guide Until it pointed forth the Babe And him they glorified Do Heaven and Earth Rejoyce and Sing Shall we our Christ deny He 's Born for us and we for Him Glory to God on High XIII A Song of Praise for Christ 1. I 'VE found the Pearl of greatest price My Heart doth Sing for Joy Sing I must a Christ I have what a Christ have I Christ is the Way the Truth and Life The Way to God and Glory Life to the Dead the Truth of Types The Truth of Ancient Story 2. Christ is a Prophet Priest and King A Prophet full of Light A Priest that stands 'twixt God and Man A King that Rules with Might Christ's Manhood is a Temple where The Altar God doth Rest My Christ he is the Sacrifice My Christ He is the Priest 3. My Christ He is the Lord of Lords He is the King of Kings He is the Son of Righteousness With Healing in his Wings My Christ He is the Tree of Life Which in God's Garden grows Whose Fruits do Feed whose Leaves do Heal My Christ is Sharons Rose 4. Christ is my Meat Christ is my Drink My Physick and my Health My Peace my Strength my Joy my Crown My Glory and my Wealth Christ is my Father and my Friend My Brother and my Love My Head my Hope my Counsell◠My Advocate above 5. My Christ he is the Heaven of Heaven My Christ what shall I call My Christ is first my Christ is last My Christ is All in All. XIV A Song of Praise for Redemption 1. O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly Sing The Wonders of Redeeming Love To Thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did Pale and Speechless Lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry 2. Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us joyn with Angels then Glory to God on High Peace upon Earth Good Will to Men Amen Amen say I. 3. 〈◊〉 Adam's Race was Sathans prey 〈◊〉 And Dust the Serpent's Food 〈◊〉 that were doom'd to be devour'd 〈◊〉 naked and Trembling stood A VVise Eternal Pity then Did helpless Man befriend Our Help did in God's Bosom Lie And thence it did descend 4. Love Cloathed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and Rescu'd Man The Devil lost his prey The spiteful Serpent bruis'd Christ's Heel But then Christ brake his Head And left Him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed 5. Sing and triumph in boundless Grace VVhich thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my saved Soul Thy Saviours Love to thee Give Endless Thanks to God and say VVhat Love was this in thee That thou hast not with held thy Son Thine only Son from Me 6. VVhat were Ten Thousand Worlds to him Thine Image and Delight Had we been all cast down to Hell Justice had had its Right Thy Glory might have been distrain'd Our Torments should Express Thy Pureness Justice Might and Truth And Everlastingness 7. Thus Lord thy dreadful Attributes Man might have serv'd to prove Thy Glorious Angels would have Sung The Riches of thy Love Would'st thou have active Worshippers Besides the Angels Quire Millions had Issu'd at thy Word As Sparks arise from Fire 8. Mans Room had quickly been Supply'd For Lord at thy Command A New Creation should appear Thy Grace could make them stand Or would'st thou shew thy pity Lord Thou might'st have looked then On Fallen Angels Fallen Stars And not on Fallen Men. 9. But fallen Angels must be left And Fallen Men must rise For this the Son of God must Fall A Bloody Sacrifice Thy Deep and Glorious Councels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for evermore XV. A Song of Praise for the Gospel 1. BLest be my God that I was Born To hear the Joyful Sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And Bred on Holy Ground That I was Bred where God appears In Tokens of his Grace The Lines are Fallen unto me In a most pleasant place 2. I might have been a Pagan Bred Or else a Veiled Jew Or Cheated with an Alcoran Among the Turkish Crew Dumb Pictures might have been my Books Dark Language my Devotion And so I might with blinded Eyes Have drunk a deadly Potion 3. So in a Dungeon dark as Night I might have Spent my days But thou hast sent me Gospel-Light To thine Eternal praise The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their Shades away His Healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to Day 4. England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest Day 5. Blest be my God for what I see My God for what I hear I hear such blessed News from Heaven Nor Earth nor Hell I fear I hear my Lord for me was born My Lord for Me did dye My Lord for Me did Rise again And did ascend on High 6. On High he stands to plead my Cause And will return again And set Me on a Glorious
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
blest XXI A Song of Praise for the Patience of God 1. ALmighty God how hast thou born Wrongs not to be exprest Daring Rebellion Injur'd Love Light quenched in my Breast Man would be God and down he fell To teach him better Skill Yet he lifts up his bruised Bones Against his Maker still 2. Lord what a Monster is base Man Thus given to Rebel O that thou dost not cleave the Earth And send him quick to Hell His Sins for Wages loudly Cry Justice with dreadful sound Cries too Cut down this fruitless Tree VVhy cumbers it the Ground 3. But God waves his Advantages Of Right and Vengeance too And by his single Patience Doth daring Man out-do The Creature doth disdain his God By whom he is Maintain'd Yet God Maintains this Rebel-worm By whom he is disdain'd 4. Fool ask not where th' Almighty is All Glory to Him give Is not his Power fully prov'd In suffring Thee to Live VVas he not God he could not bear Such VVeights as on him lie VVeak things are quickly set on Fire And to their VVeapons flie 5. VVhy should not Patience make me sing VVhen Hell would make me roar Lord let thy Patience end in Love I 'll sing for evermore XXII A Song of Praise for Pardon of Sin 1. MY God a God of Pardon is His Bosom gives me Ease I have not do not please my God Yet Mercy Him doth please My Sins aloud for Vengeance call But lo a Fountain springs From Christ's pierc'd Side which louder cries And speaketh better things 2. My sins have reach'd up to the Heav'ns But Mercies Height exceeds God's Mercy is above the Heav'ns Above my sinful deeds My sins are many like the Stars Or sands upon the Shore But yet the Mercies of my God Are infinitely more 3. My Sins in bigness do arise Like Mountains Great and Tall But Mercy like a mighty Sea Covers these Mountains all This is a Sea that 's Bottomless A Sea without a Shore For where sin hath abounded much Mercies abound much more 4. Manasseh Paul and Magdalen Were Pardon'd all by Thee I read it and believe it Lord For thou hast pardon'd Me When God shall search the World for sin What trembling will be there O Rocks and Mountains cover us VVill be the Sinners Prayer 5. But the Lamb's wrath they need not fear Who once have felt his Love And they that walk with God below Shall dwell with God above Rage Earth and Hell come Life come Death Yet still my song shall be God was and is and will be good And merciful to Me. XXIII A Song of Praise for Peace of Conscience 1. MY God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease My Thoughts did rage my Soul was tost 'T was like a troubled Sea But what a Mighty Voice is this Which winds and waves obey 2. God spake the word Peace and be still My Sins those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight Where now are all my fears The VVorld can neither give nor take Nor yet can understand That Peace of God which Christ hath brought And gives me with his Hand 3. This is my Saviour's Legacy Confirm'd by his Decease Ye shall have Trouble in the VVorld In Me ye shall have Peace And so it is the World doth rage And Peace in me doth Reign And whilst my God maintains the Fort Their Batt'ries are in vain 4. The Burning Bush was not consum'd VVhilst God remained there The Three when Christ did make the Fourth Found Fire as weak as Air So is my Mem'ry stufft with Sins Enough to make an Hell And yet my Conscience is not scorch'd For God in Me doth dwell 5. VVhere God doth dwell sure Heav'n is there And Singing there must be Since Lord thy Presence makes my Heaven VVhom should I sing but Thee My God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease XXIV A Song of Praise for Joy in the H. Ghost 1. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit doth rejoyce In God my Saviour and my God I hear his joyful Voice I need not go abroad for Joy VVho have a feast at Home My Sighs are turned into Songs The Comforter is come 2. Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my Breast To witness God's Eternal Love This is my Heav'nly Feast This makes me Abba Father cry VVith Confidence of Soul It makes me cry my Lord my God And that without Controul 3. There is a Stream which Issues forth From God's Eternal Throne And from the Lamb a living Stream Clear as the Crystal Stone This Stream doth water Paradise It makes the Angels sing One Cordial Drop revives my Heart Hence all my Joys do spring 4. Such Joys as are unspeakable And full of Glory too Such hidden Manna hidden Pearls As worldings do not know Eye hath not seen nor Ear hath heard From Fancy 't is conceal'd VVhat thou Lord hast laid up for thine And hast to me reveal'd 5. I see thy Face I hear thy Voice I taste thy sweetest Love My Soul doth leap but O for wings The Wings of Noah's Dove Then should I Flee far hence away Leaving this world of sin Then should my Lord put forth his Hand And kindly take me in 6. Then should my Soul with Angels Feast On Joys that always last Blest be my God the God of Joy Who gives me here a Taste XXV A Song of Praise for Grace 1. O God of Grace who hast Restor'd Thine Image unto Me Which by my Sins was quite defac'd What shall I render Thee Thine Image and Inscription Lord Upon my Heart I bear Thine own I render unto Thee O God my God most dear 2. My self I owe Thee for my self Whom Thou didst make of Earth But thou hast made me o're again Thou gav'st a Second Birth Twice born and twice endu'd with Life I hast to come to Thee To pay my Vows my Thanks my Heart With all Humility 3. O was I Born first from Beneath And then Born from above Am I a Child of Man and God O Rich and Endless Love When I had broke the Tables Lord New Tables thou didst Hew And with thy Finger didst Engrave Thy Laws on them anew 4. Earth is my Mother Earth my Nurse And Earth must be my Tomb Yet God the God of Heav'n and Earth My Father is become Hell enter'd Me and into Hell I quickly should have Run But O! kind Heav'n laid hold on Me Heav'n is in Me begun 5. This Spark will rise into a Flame This Seed into a Tree My Songs shall rise my Praises shall Loud Hallelujahs be XXVI A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer 1. WHat are the Heav'ns O God of Heaven Thou art more bright more high What are bright Stars and brighter Saints To thy bright Majesty Thou' rt far above the Songs of Heav'n Sung by the
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
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
sick of Love In those blest Hands of his His Left my Souls Support doth prove His Right my Comfort is 7. And whilst his Love doth me enflame Hear what a Charge I give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night 8. My dearest Saviours Voice I hear He comes on my account Nothing can stop his full Career No not Corruptions Mount 9. My Lord makes hast from Heav'n to Earth And he himself presents To Men of a polluted Birth By Word and Sacraments Tho' like a Wall our frail Estate Prevents a perfect Sight Yet thro' his Ordinances Grate Dart in some Beams of Light 10. My Lord to me did thus begin Arise my Love and flee From World Flesh Satan Self and Sin O come away to me 11. Time was when thou wast cold and dead An Heir of Wrath thou wast And Vengeance-Storms hung o're thy Head But those sad Days are past 12. The Flowers of Grace begin to spring In Thee so hopefully That all the Heav'nly Quire doth sing Glory to God on High 13. My Church thou art my tender Plant My Dews have nourish'd Thee Now thou art 〈◊〉 mine now thou must grant Thy Fruit thy Self to Me. 14. My heartless Dove why dost thou faint And hide thy self from me Thou know'st not how I love a Saint How welcome thou should'st be Come come before thy Lord appear Thy Person joys my Sight Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear Thy Voice is my Delight 15. Ye Men of God whose Charge it is In God's Courts to attend Restrain those Enemies of his Which do his Church offend 16. Mine through my Faith is my dear Lord His through his Love am I He feeds his People with his Word Which tasts most pleasantly 17. He feeds them with his Word of Grace Till Glories Day appears Which all the Shades away shall chase Of Sins and Griefs and Fears Come Love come Lord come that long day My earnest Expectation Shovel these Days out of the way These Hills of Separation The VERSION CHAP. III. The Church 1. HIM whom my Soul doth love I sought By Night upon my Bed I sought him but I found him not My Souls Delight was fled 2. And slug I here I 'll now arise And go about the Town I 'll search the Streets and broader ways Until I find my own Up did I get and out I went My Dearest to regain But when I had my Labour spent Alas it was in vain 3. The City-watch did light on me Of whom I did enquire In any Street pray Did ye see The Man whom I admire 4. 'T was but a little while that I Had from the Watch-men pass'd But I did find my only Joy And then I held him fast I held and would not let him go Till I had brought him home Into my Mothers House and so Into my Native Room 5. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor ' wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 6. What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises Perfum'd with Myrrh and Frankincense And all the Merchants Spices The Church 7. Such Ornaments his Bed do grace As Solomons Bed commend Where threescore Men of Israels Race His valiant Guards attend 8. They all hold Swords couragiously They all know how to Fight Each hath his Sword upon his Thigh Because of Fear i' th' Night The Chariot of King Solomon Which for himself he made Was of the Wood of Lebanon Which Silver Pillars had 10. Gold was the bottom and above Rich Purple cover'd it The midst whereof was pav'd with Love For Salems Daughters Fit 11. Look Virgins on King Solomon His Crown so Rich so Gay Wherewith his Mother Crown him on His Joyful Marriage-day The Paraphrase CHAP. III. The Church 1. ONce did I seek my dearest Lord But with a sleepy Mind His presence he did not afford Slack Seekers cannot find 2. Shall I said I forgoe my Christ And so close up mine Eyes No no he was so dearly mist I could not but arise My Bed was Thorus no Bed for me Nothing could give me rest Till I my dearest Lord might see And can upon his Breast VVhen private means could not prevail In publick Him I sought I waited till my Eyes did fail Alas I found him not 3. God's holy VVatchmen did Me find Of whom I did enquire Pray can ye help my troubled Mind VVhich doth a Christ desire O happy Stars if ye might be My Guides to Jesus now Seers did ye my Saviour see Pray tell me where and how Means must be us'd but cannot heal VVithout a Sovereign VVord Christ only can himself reveal And still I lack'd my Lord. 4. One dark Hour more I did sustain And then the Night was past Tho' I had sought so long in vain I found my Lord at last I found my Lord and held him fast And would not let him part My New-found Jesus I embrac'd And Lodg'd Him in my Heart I would not lose my Christ again And gain a Second Hell My Prayers and Tears did him constrain VVithin my Soul to dwell As Clouds are pierc'd with powerful light His Beams thro' me did shine His dear Assemblies saw this Sight And joy'd that Christ was mine 5. Christ's Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night Weak Believers 6. What Heav'nly Souls from Earth arise And do at Heav'n aspire They mount they soar they fix their Eyes On God their chief Desire Earths Wilderness they nobly scorn Whilst others Rake for it Heav'ns Graces them do so Adorn That they for Heav'n are fit The Church 7. Admire not me but my dear Lord Whose Bosom gives me rest Whose Angels watch with one accord That none should me molest 8. These Heav'nly Guards are full of might And ready do they stand For to defend his Churches Right When he shall them command When Darkness breeds tormenting Fear Then help comes from on High A strengthing Angel doth appear Amidst that Agony 9. Heav'n is the High and Glorious Throne Of my most Glorious Lord Who yet on Earth Rides up and down I' th' Chariot of his Word 10. His Word is rich and strong and pure As all his Saints do prove VVho of its true Intent are sure And find it 's Heart is Love 11. Go ye that own the Highest Name
My Honey Comb and Honey too Have been my sweet Repast My Wine my Milk which here do flow Have chear'd my Heart and Tast My Friends and dear Companions Come Feast your selves with Me Drink O my Welbeloved Ones Yea Drink abundantly The Church 2. I sleep but yet my Heart doth wake Heark my Beloved One Doth Knock and Call I can't mistake His Knock his Tread his Tone Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to me my Undefil'd Open to me my Dove Open to me that wait for Thee My Head is fill'd with Dew And all my Locks with Ev'ning Drops Let 's have an Enterview 3. My Coat is off and how shall I Put on my Coat again Should I come o're the Dusty Floor My washed Feet to stain 4. My Dearest then by the key-hole His willing Hand did move Which when I did perceive my Soul Was touch'd with Grief and Love 5. Rowz'd by this Passion I did stir And answer'd to his Call My Hands and Fingers drop'd with Myrrh Which from the Lock did fall 6. Then did I open to my Dear But he alas was gone He whom I did so lately hear Methoughts I was undone I sought him whom my Soul ador'd But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd my Love my Lord But He no answer gave 7. Then did the cruel City-VVatch Smite Me and wound Me sore The Keepers of the VVall did snatch Away the Veil I wore 8. O Daughters of Jerusalem I charge You if Ye find My Glorious Dear that he may hear My Love afflicts my Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 9. What Jewel is this Dear of thine O Fairest let us know Wherein does thine Others out-shine That thou dost charge us so The Church 10. My dear Delight is Red and VVhite The Lilly and the Rose So sweet a Grace adorns his Face Ten thousand he out-goes 11. His Head is like the Finest Gold And curled Locks doth wear VVhich do the Ravens Colour hold So comely is his Hair 12. His Eyes are like the Eyes of Doves VVhich on the Banks are met And do the streams of VVater love Milk-washt and fitly set 13. His Cheeks are like a spicy Bed VVhere all Perfumes do meet His Lips like Lillies whence is shed The Myrrh that smells so sweet 14. His Hands are like the Chrysolite In Rings of Gold display'd His Belly is like Ivory bright VVith Sapphires overlaid 15. His Legs like Marble Pillars are On Golden Sockets set His Face like Lebanon is most Fair Like Cedars most compleat His Mouth is most exceeding Sweet Yea he is wholly so Down from his Head unto his Feet VVith Sweetness he doth flow O Salems Daughters This is He Of whom ye did enquire This is the Friend that loveth Me This is my Hearts desire The Paraphrase CHAP. V. Christ 1. MY Love my Dearest hath Me brought Whither thou didst Invite Thy Graces which my Hand hath wrought Have been my Souls delight Thou art a Vine which with thy VVine Both God and Man dost chear Feed on the Fruits prepar'd in Thee A constant Feast is there The Church 2. Such drowsiness doth me possess I live and yet I die Some Life I have no Liveliness How dark and cold am I Here in the dark and deep I grope Who us'd to live above Where is my Faith Where is my Hope Where is my wonted Love It is no Strangers Voice I hear I know it is my Lords He knocks both at my Heart and Ear These are his loving words Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to Me my Undefil'd Open to Me my Dove My Gracious Patience hath stood Long waiting at thy Door Fain would I enter for thy good Slight not thy Saviour 3. One would have thought such melting words Should break an heart of Steel But I Alas so stupid was Their Force I did not feel My Answer was to this Effect Lord now I am at ease And Lord if I should Thee respect My Friends I should displease Thy Service Lord would cost me dear The World would me molest Thy heavy Cross how can I bear Do not disturb my Rest 4. My Lord to this made no Reply Only on Me he cast A sad and a Rebuking Eye On which this sense I pass'd Dost thou my Patience thus requite To make it longer bear Dost all my Love and Sufferings slight I look'd for better Fare This stirr'd my Love my Grief and shame Which put me to such pain 5. That I resolv'd whatever came To own my Christ again Accurst Temptations be ye gone And do not me restrain Satan Avaunt let Me alone I 'll have my Christ again This Resolution gave some Ease To my distressed Mind My Griefs did then begin to cease VVhen I to Christ inclin'd 6. But when I did my self address My Saviour to embrace Alas for my Unworthiness My Saviour hid his Face For He is Great as well as Good And will not be disdain'd Then his kind words which I withstood My Conscience sorely pain'd O then I wish'd a thousand times That I had been so wise To shake off my Security VVhen Christ bade Me arise I sought him daily in his VVord But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd My Love my Lord But he no Answer gave 7. Earth did oppress whom Heav'n forsook Nothing but Griefs I found For they who to my Soul should look My Soul did pierce and wound Their words and deeds did both conspire To grieve my grieved heart Their Scorns and Jears were Swords Spears VVhich did increase my Smart But still my greatest wound was here My Lord I could not find Had I my Lord I should not care Tho' others prov'd unkind 8. Another Course I straightways took I did repair to those VVho Sion wards do often look And did my Case propose Blest Souls said I who oft attend At the Almighties Court My Case to you I do commend That you may it report A Lord I have or rather had My VVelbeloved one His Presence us'd to make me glad But Ah my Lord is gone If when you pray he should acquaint You with his Love and Grace Tell him from me my Heart doth faint And Languish for his Face 9. VVho is said they this Lord of thine O Fairest let us know VVherein does thine others out-shine That thou dost Charge us so 10. My dearest Lord is VVhite and Red VVhite thro' his Purity Red thro' his Blood which he did shed For such an one as I VVas he not Red but only White The Lilly not the Rose He might delight the Angels Sight But I am none of those Was he not White but only Red A Sufferer for his sin His Blood would rest upon his head Nor could I Joy therein But my dear Lord is White and Red This Mixture pleaseth me For for my sins he suffered When he from sin was free What a reviving sight is this A righteous Saviour's Blood The Bath of Sin the Spring of
My Bowels yearn'd when thou didst Cry My Love did me constrain To haste apace and shew my Face To thy griev'd Soul again 13. Return Return my dearest Church Return Return to me The Heav'nly Quire and I desire Thy Blessed Face to see My Heav'nly Host if ye would know My Churches State and Case She is another Host below And of an awful Grace The VERSION CHAP. VII Christ 1. O Daughters of a Prince how Fair Are both thy Shooes and Feet Thy Joynts and Thighs like Jewels are Wrought by an hand discreet 2. Thy Navel as a Cup compleat With Liquor doth abound Thy Belly 's like an Heap of Wheat Which Lillies do surround 3. Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes Well Shap'd and well agreed Both which are Loving Twins and those Among the Lillies Feed 4. Thy Neck like I vory is most Fair And like a Tower most straight Thine Eyes like beshbon pools which are Hard by Bath-Rabim Gate Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower The Tower which doth Command Damascus-Town the Chiefest Flower Of all the Syrian Land 5. Thine Head on thee like Carmel is Thine Hair like Purple stain'd The Galleries so take his Eyes The King is there detain'd 6. How Fair art thou how pleasant art My Love unto my sight So sweetly Grac'd in every part Thou art my whole delight 7. 〈◊〉 Vnto a Palm-Tree I compare Thy Stature straight and fine Thy Breasts appear both full and fair Like Clusters of the Vine 8. 〈◊〉 I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb I 'll search her Branches well Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew Thy Nose like Apples swell 9. 〈◊〉 Thy Palate's like the choicest Wine Which for my Friend I keep Which sweetly Flows and causeth those To Speak that are asleep The Church 10. I am my Well-beloved's own And He is wholly mine The Stream of his Affection Doth towards me incline 11. Come my Beloved let us go Into the Fields abroad And in the Villages below Let 's take up our Abode 12. Let 's go up early in the Morn And to the Vineyards go To see what Fruits the Trees adorn Whether the Vine doth grow Whether the tender Grapes appear And the Pomegranates thrive The Hopes of the Ensuing Year There thee my Loves I 'll give 13. The Mandrakes smell and at our Door All pleasant Fruits there be Both New and Old which are my Store Laid up my Love for Thee The Paraphrase CHAP. VII Christ. 1. O Daughter of the Mighty God How comely are thy Feet VVith Gospel-preparation Shod Thy carriage how discreet 2. Thou art both Fair and Fruitful too Great Numbers thou dost Breed VVhich with good Meals the VVord and Seals Thou liberally dost feed 3. The two Breasts of thy Testaments Most friendly do accord VVhich Nourishment and sweet content To New-born Babes afford The cries of a distressed Soul These Breasts of comfort still These Breasts make glad whom sin makes sad These Breasts the Hungry â—ill 4. Thy Faith is thy strong Fort and Tower Thine Vnderstanding clear Thy Judging and Discerning Power Informs when Danger 's near Thy Christ thy Head of Eminence All Others doth exceed Thy Christ thy Head of Influence Thy Grace doth keep and feed VVhen thine Assemblies Exercise Their Graces freely given The King walks in those Galleries As in another Heaven 6. My Church who art most New most Fair How Dear art thou and Sweet In whom all Sweets compacted are In whom all Graces meet 7. Vnder thy weight thou flourishest As the stout Palm-Tree doth My Church the more thou art deprest The greater is thy growth The Breasts of thy two Testaments Like Clusters of the Vines Are full of Juice which for thy use Tield store of Heav'nly Wine 8. When I perceiv'd thy Soul to thrive Like to a Fruitful Tree Then I drew near that I might chear And joy my self in thee Nor did I empty-handed come But added to thy Store God's Word came then more near and home Thy Graces scented more 9. Thy Speech is like the choichest VVine So lovely and so strong It makes the Sinners Heart divine And sanctifies his Tongue The Church 10. My dearest Lords Affection I cannot but admire I am my welbeloved's own I am his Hearts desire 11. I gladly with my Lord could talk And spend both Night and Day Come Lord let us together walk Let us together stay 12. Come let 's go see what Fruits and Flowers Adorn thy Garden place Under the Sun shine and the showers Of days and means of Grace Could I but see thy Children Spring And in an happy frame O how should I rejoyce and sing And love thee for the same 13. Thy Saints their Services present Which of Sweet Savour be Saints New and Old within my Tent Are kept from Heav'n and thee The VERSION CHAP. VIII The Church 1. I Would to God thou wert as near To me as is my Brother That Fill'd the Lap and Suck'd the Pap Of my most tender Mother When I without should light on thee Then I thy Lips would Kiss Yea I should not despised be Nor disesteem'd for this 3. I 'd bring thee to my Mothers Tent Who would instruct me there Pomegranate-Wine of pleasant scent Should be thy Royal Fare 4. His Left Hand underneath my Head Should lovingly be plac'd His Right Hand or'e me should be spread Thus should I be Embrac'd 4. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem 'T is You I charge and bind Not once to move or wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 5. Out of the Desart doth Ascend A comely Sight to see One Leaning on her dearest Friend O what a One is She The Church Under the shady Apple-Tree Thee did I Raise and Rear Thy Mother Travell'd there with Thee Thy Native Place was there 6. O Seal thine Image on thy Heart O'Seal it on thy Arm For Love like Death doth cast its Dart And Jealousie is warm 'T is like the Grave whose keen desire Nothing can satisfie The Coals thereof are Coals of Fire That flame most vehemently 7. Waters can't quench loves flame nor floods Can Loves height overflow If one for Love would give his Goods The Price would be too low The Jewish Church 8. No Breasts on our small Sister grow Nor is She yet Admir'd What shall we for our Sister do When she shall be desir'd Christ 9. We 'll build on her a Silver Court If she a VVall shall be Or if a Door Her we 'll Support VVith Boards of Cedar-tree The Jewish Church 10. I am a Wall both strong and tall My Breasts like Towers are round I then his Sight did much delight As one that Favour Found Christ 11. At Baal-Hammon King Solomon A Vineyard did possess Keepers he sent to the Intent They might his Vineyard dress And thus with them he did agree That for the Fruit it gave A thousand silver Pieces he Of each of them should have 12. My Vineyard which belongs to Me I know not
cries The God for whom I starve I cannot see because I would not serve I Bleed to think and thinking is my Fate He often knocked at my Bolted Gate Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey The Price of which I cast my self away Where 's now my Pomp and Pride my Feasts Sports Whose Chains detain'd me from the Sacred Courts O did my House so near the Temple stand O did I perish out of Judahs Land Might I be try'd once more But 't is too late Justice hath lock'd the Golden Mercy-Gate Now I believe and tremble I repent But my Repentance is my Punishment It is not Virtue but Necessity Alas how miserable wise am I Might I return now to that happy Night Which veil'd me er'e my Parents saw the Light Ah me must I lie here and ne're come out He raves and flings his curses round about He curs'd both Heaven Hell he curs'd the Earth He curs'd the Day that witness'd to his Birth But neither can his tears his Griefs asswage Nor does it cool his Heart to vent his Rage This Keen Reflection makes the Furnace Glow It must be ever with me as 't is now Hells Flames no Ashes will produce But I Must ever Dying Live and Living Die Souls for themselves the Balm of Patience bear 'T is the Poors Physick but it grows not here My Soul is filled with Home-bred tears and taunts 'T is its own Fury and it self it haunts Pity was wont in Miseries House to dwell But I am haled by the Hounds of hell Time us'd to be a Surgeon good at wounds But I am got beyond its happy Bounds A Vessel charg'd with scalding wrath am I Hoop'd in the Circle of Eternity You who affect the pleasant Path to Hell And love Damnation in its Causes well Look streight before you on your Journeys End Do ye not see th' infernal smoak ascend Have not some sparks into your Bosoms Flown Wh'reby the Neighb'ring Coasts may well be known Bold sinner stop no further progress make Lest your next step be in the Fiery Lake But Oh! He ridicules his souls affairs And labours to be damn'd at unawares His Humour will not bear a Countermand Alas for them who hate to understand Who on their souls Experiments will try At the Charge of a sad Eternity Alas for them who never will awake Till they are plung'd into the burning Lake Dives was hear struck blind with flatt'ring Lies Now the Hell brand lifts up his flaming Eyes He spies the Region where the happy dwell But Heaven at distance is another Hell He spies a Canaans Feast for chiefly there The Natives of his Countrey do appear He spies Blest Abraham with his faithful Race And Lazarus sitting next to Abrahams place Oh! how it twinges and torments his Eyes His scorn to Envy turns and thus he cries This Scoundrel who lay Starving at my Gate Is now a Peer in Heaven an Angels Mate The Beggar sits and feeds on Angels Fare His Rags are Robes such as Heavens Nobles wear The Dog whom in derision once I had Is turned into a Star which makes me Mad. Now Dives is the Beggar and applies Himself to Abraham with his Mournful Cries Dives his Petition AH Father Abraham Pity me Who with tormenting Flames am Stung For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung The Grapes Rich Blood I do not Crave vvaters Cheap Element will Suffice And tho' my Tongue thirsts for a vvave For one poor drop it only Cries By Lazarus â—â—oist'ned Finger may you please To give my scorched tongue one Moments Ease I dwell in Flames and Flames in Me do dwell O for a Drop from Heaven to sweeten Hell Mark how the Wheel is turn'd the time is come He begs a Drop who once deny'd a Crumb Right-thinking Judges then must needs approve The tart and equal Answer from above Abraham's Answer ARt thou forlorn of God and com'st to me What can I tell thee then but Misery Remember Son the Heav'n thy Feet have trod Earth was thy Heav'n and Pleasure was thy God Remember Lazarus had his Hell below Thou wert the Devil which did cause his woe Now are his rags Heav'ns robes with glorious Beams Thy Purple Flames thy Juncats Sulphrous Streams Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie Betwixt the White and Black-Eternity No there 's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain The Fiery Region and the Aetherial Plain We are too happy to be dispossest And you so cursed you can ner'e be blest We are so rais'd that we can never fall And you so sunk you cannot rise at all Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell but first They blackned were to Devils and accurst Since those Stars fell none of the heav'nly hosts Or did or shall visit th' infernal Coasts To yon 't is bitter but to us 't is sweet That we are parted and must never meet Heav'n were not Heav'n if it near Hell was plac't Nor Hell were Hell if it of Heaven might taste Can our pure Light with Smoak Darkness dwell The Poles shall sooner meet than Heaven and Hell Though Speech avails not wracking misery Extorts from him another fruitless Cry Dives his Second Petition IF such an Envious Gulf there be Yet Father lend an Ear to me From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav'd How else came Lazarus to be Sav'd Let me so small a Boon entreat That Lazarus may his Steps Repeat And that he may embody'd go And tell the Stories of my Woe To my Five Brethen who all dwell within My Fathers House Oh had he never been Brethren in Bonds of Nature and of Sin O let him tell them that there is a God Whose Scepter is a Sin-revenging Rod And let him tell them that adventâ—rous Drâ—lls Shall find unto their Costs that they have Souls Mine stuckt'th ' Scabbard till its angry Lord Vnsheath'd it and it prov'd a flaming Sword That Limbeck Death draws Spirits from our Clay To th' Element of Souls they hast away And let him tell them that the Sadducee Shall be Hells Convert and Recant with me Whilst they lie Sleeping on the Brink of Hell The Smoak they fee not nor the Brimstone smell There they 'l disport themselves with Golden Dreams Till they betray 'em to these burning streams But let him scare them with an hollow sound That they like Lot may flee their cursed Ground O send him quickly lest they tumble in And prove the flaming Records of my sin Can I no water get at my desire Yet O no more no more new Fleaks of Fire This Abraham heard with unrelenting Ears No pity's due to Hell-Hounds Cries and Tears Abraham's Answer ONnce Heav'n bow'd down touch'dth ' Arabian Hill And gave a Sampler of the sacred Will To Moses Hands that chosen Man of God Copies were taken and dispers'd abroad So his kind Arms abroad
the River flings So the free Sun extends his fruitful Wings As this most Sacred Light it self displays And Guilds the Tents of Jacob with its rays For Saints to come from God there is no cause Himself came down and did promulge his Laws Needs Lazarus take a Journey from the Sky When wisdom at your Brethrens Gates doth cry Let them hear Moses read by their Divines â—'th ' Synagogue to which their house adjoyns And let them hear the reverend Prophets next Those wondrous Commentators on the Text. Dives his Reply MOses 't is true was an Vnerring Guide So were those sixteen Prophets on his side This I as much believe as if I saw The flaming Mount and heard the Fiery Law When every word was accented with Thunder Which Rent those Oaks the Jewish hearts asunder 'T is here as necessary to believe As it is Natural to feel and grieve I that am now a proof of sacred Writ Do argue backwards with my After-wit Hell in the threatnings tho' I did not see The threatnings are in Hell made plain to me I skowl'd upon the Heavens when they did Lowre The Clouds I fear'd not but I feel the Shower Nothing will move my Brethren but a Sign Experience is the powerfulest Divine Faith is the Child of sense whereas Report Is entertain'd with Blasphemy or Sport They have a Sword to cut the Gordian Knot Moses saith many things but proves them not And tho' they hear substantial Proofs there be Nothing is Proof to them but what they see Had they an Emissary from above The very Sight a future state would prove Might he but tell them of your Heavenly Strand They'd all turn Pilgrims for that Holy Land Or might he preach the torments which I feel His words would 〈◊〉 like burning Gads of steel His words would tear down all like thundering Guns Beyond the faint Attempts of Levi's Sons O were I of this cursed Chain Releas'd With that he gnash'd his teeth and knock'd his breast Might I be to the Earth a Preacher sent I 'de burn up sin like Stubble where I went I 'de smoak away their Lusts and flattering Lies Or forth I 'de drive them with my Glaring Eyes I 'de blow a Trumpet which should Rend the Ground Their trembling Heart-strings should in Consort sound I 'de teach the faithless Sadduces their Creed And make the Pharisees to pray indeed I 'de tell the Ranters such a doleful Tale That they should mourn as in Megiddons Vale I 'de unbewitch the sots and slaves of sin That such a Reformation should begin As in Josiah's time did not befall And the next Age should Canonize 'em all Abraham's Rejoynder A Preaching Apparition would confound Heaven daring Giants with its dreadful found None quake so soon as they who Heaven do dare Who fear not God the greatest Cowards are But were the coast once clear the shake once o're The Lees would settle as they did before It was a waking Dream they would conclude A Juggle which our Senses did delude Or did we something see And something hear Yet whence it came it doth not yet appear Nay they would gravely reason out the Case What we can grasp we gladly will embrace The rest we leave to them let Children heark And fright themselves with Fancies in the dark What is a Spirit What 's Infinity What does the word Eternal signifie Charm'd are their Souls with this Oration made And now their fear shall vanish like the shade Thus Fools tho' pounded will not lose a Grain And Frozen snakes when thaw'd will hisse again Come now thou that Pretend'st to act the Man Something there needs must be which ne're began If all were nothing once so 't would be now A Number from bare Cyphers could not grow Nothing 's a Barren Womb if that could breed To be and not to be were well agreed One Point is gain'd that something ever was This hard word Ever you must let it pass Know'st thou how far this Ever doth extend You must grant what you cannot Comprehend But what was Ever This Imperial Robe Suits not the Azure nor the Verdant Globe One is a turning Wheel that Spins out time The other Pools with spots of hardned slime Now mark the kinds of each and you shall find Unto their proper Sphears they are Confin'd Hereby is their Original Confest Ther 's but a partial Goodness in the best This is the Voice of their Infirmity Mere Beggars and Derivatives are we What 's of it self that doth its self suffice 'T is from our Creatureship our wants arise What 's of it self than in it self is Blest 'T is its own Center and at perfect rest Rich is that Being whence all Beings are And whence each Being has its proper share Nor is 't a wonder of so high degree To make to be as of it self to be Something then ever was which needs must be From all the shades of Imperfections free Hence are we and to think in vain we are Is to condemn his Wisdom at our Bar. As Men the Badge of their dependance wear On their frail Flesh the Graves probationer And on their hearts whose restless Motions show Something they want which is not here below So must they own whom they are forc'd to know And pay themselves to whom themselves they Owe Neither would this their Light of comfort Dim But they should serve themselves in serving him When Graves upbraid proud Grave-stones with their Lies God's Servant is a Title nevers dies The thoughts in Man do prove his Soul to be His Conscience bodes his immortality This Bosom Magistrate his Facts espies And binds him over to the last Assize He trembles at his Summons to appear His fear makes not a God God makes his Fear Religion by Corroding doth assay Even thro' an Heart of Rock to force its way O might he to himself be so sincere To strive to please whom he 's constrain'd to fear Yet will he be a Vagrant all his days Without a Method to direct his ways What Eye e're pierc'd th' Almighties Sacred Breast Himself knows only what will please him best Since Man was made to serve his Makers will Which is an height transcending humane skill A Rule must needs be granted from on High For him to regulate his Actions by This Heaven-sprung Rule that Sâ—cred Roll contains Which in the Consecrated Land remains Its words and mysteries are all Divine And weighty Mountains Hang on every Line It Sun like Shines by its own Golden Beams And scorns its base Corrivals senseless Dreams Those Spangles which the Heathen Sages Left Were from this Mine snatch'd by an Honest Theft Give me that hardy Brow that dares deny The Bible well attested History Moses said many things and prov'd them too With proofs which all Hells Magick did out-do God's power he carried in his Hands to show That from his Mouth the Truths of God did flow And his Credentials on his Face did shine Which there were written by