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True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.
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Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.
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a Kingdome me allots Thy servants shape and service done from service sets me free And bondage of proud Sathans yoke and sins strong tyrranie Thy lurking thirty years unknown for ever makes me shine With glory far above the reach of subtilest ingine Thy name inrold in sinners book by baptisme makes my name To be inrolde among the Saints even those of greatest fame Thy offring suretiship for me to God at Iordans bank Hath fred me of my sins and hell well's me and God I thank I hear thee say to God Behold me and my children all I hear the Father answer thee I love you great and small I hear thee say Take me for them let me their burthen bear I hear the father cry Content come children come and hear Come hear the Covenant between me and my dearest Son Come give your hearts consent thereto and then your bargan's done I heare thee say Mans due is death I le do thy will O Lord My soul and body both for theirs let suffer I accord I hear thy Fathers voice from Heaven cry lovely Son art thou These all and this and that was I are thine I 'me pleased now I hear him say to all and me Go hear my Son and live He drew I came thou welcom'd me and life I feel dost give Now take me with thee where thou wilt for we must never shed In faith my soul is glew'd to thee lead me as blind are led Crosse Sathans teeth if our way ly and crosse each other foe To Priests to beanch to Golgotha lead me and I will go But lead and leave me not or else I cannot misse to fall If thou do hold me in thy hand I fear no foe at all Thy combats makes me not amazde for what could make me wo Thy victory my conflict makes to be with vanquishde so Thy going to the wildernesse brings me to Saints city Thy fighting all alone makes me fight in thy company Thy being tempted fourtie dayes all my dayes makes me sure Thy presence help and comfort shall with tempted me endure If by some wrong mean I be tempt to fill my natures lust Or God to tempt neglecting means under pretence of trust To help or hazard life some way which God will not allow I see thee still before me Lord my helper heer be thou It s true my flesh doth grieve to think what may thy Saints befall What horrible suggestions and blasphemies withall What shapes and apparitions by night some some by day Yea power of this flesh yet thou So usde my fear do stay Most dangerous of all me thinks when Sathan God to scorn In false religion worship craves and hids both hoof and horn And Angel-like in some mans mouth bids to some Image bow And worldly motives brings thy truth to cause me dis-avow In this case Lord give light that I may Sathan bid avoyd For thousands here for fault of light guild have been and destroide To free me from this ill I know new trouble shall me breed And make the world me persecute with spight in word and deed But so I may thy truth containe and still adhere to thee I fear no persecution nor wickeds injury More hatred can I not then thou no more despised be More chargde with bitter calumniès nor ofter get the lie More scornde and mocked in my face more followed at the back Finger and tongue shut forth withall murgeons that mockers make Lesse welcome where I offer love lesse thanked for good deeds Worse intertaind in my countrey worse furnisht in my needs More friendly handled by my friends and those of mine own blood Then thou was I yea none can be who suffer shall for good What can befall me which did not before befall to thee What more distrest for righteousnesse can I expect to be What ludging lesse then ly thereout what harder bed then rocks What sharper rest then not to sleep or to preveene the cocks What scant or want more then to have no penny in my purse Among such people as me hate and in their heart me curse What greater hunger then to faste and when it s come to eat To send and buy some course peece bread and get no other meat What greater drouth then want a drink in journey at mid-day And for a drink of water call and hear on say me nay What spoil of goods more then to strip me naked to the skin And in my sight divide my cloaths and then to scorn begin What danger more then present death by stones lift up to cast There steep down rocks heer man adjudgd to be thrown down made fast What banisht can I more be then for life chasde heer and there Without a hole to hide my head which even to beasts is rare What prison worse then fall in hands of persecuting Priests Thirsting like Wolves for blood of Saints to grace their godlesse feasts What judgement more unjust then find my party sit as judge And still the lesse fault he can finde the more at me to grudge And if I speak a modest truth to smite me on the face And pull the haire off head and cheeks and all me to disgrace What torment more then pricks thurst in on 's head fourscore at once Yea all the flesh with scourging rent and nothing safe but bones And those so racked in all joynts as sinews none go free But legs and armes asunder spelde hung up and naild on tree And what might seeme to be untouchde thy tender bowels all So burnt as slockning welcome was by vinegar and gall All this thou suffred Lord and more then any can expresse Why should I then be feard for such like suffering more or lesse Thou came to witnesse for the truth and so must all thine do Thou came to suffer for the truth and so must all thine too None follow thee except they be content thy crosse to bear None crownde shall be except they will for truth thy livery wear The truth is limit to thy word thine and none others saw Thy scriptures meaning thou wilt have my rule and thy full law O that I were inclinde to do what duties there are namde Then when I suffer should for truth I coulde not be ashamde And suffer must we else do wrong when men from age to age To chop and change thine ordinance run head-long in a rage And by their own traditions do make thy precepts voide Urging their own will more then thine so lyes thy Law destroide But thou Lord over all declares such worship to be vain And ere we yeeld thy jealousie wills rather we be slain Yea ere we do a needlesse work and weaken little ones We choose our urgers should us sink in deep seas with milstones Then strengthen Lord my faith in thee that flesh I do
be filde Now what can others love do heere to soule in such a case But adde more grief and make the vaile more thick to hide Christs face Then others loves all get you gone or else take servants place Too hard conditions were to me for you to quite his face For one houres joy in him is more though mixt with drierie tears Then all earths honour pleasure wealth can yeeld in many yeares Now let me rest and ruse my love who first me lov'd and chusde And long cald for my wortalesse love and would not be refusd I le seek his love as he sought mine and learn of him to love Since he invites I cannot misse though whiles he shall me prove My love 's his Fathers eldest sonne his Father King of Kings His heritage is Heaven and earth and in them both all things His wisdome laid the worlds round and parted Sea and Land Earths body through as vines he drew the waters with his hand He made the Sun and Stars so swift yet not be seen to move Least men on earth had vexed been with motions from above His strength upholds this weightie globe and yet which is far more He bare our sins and heavie wrath deserv'd of us therefore For trueth Gods promises in him are all Yea and Amen For love his death for us a proofe sufficient hath been For justice he can do no wrong for mercy there is none Or shal in hell be who have sought for grace through him alone Most loftie and most lowly minde most good and most severe Most lovely and most terrible do all in him cohere The meekest lamb to all his friends a Lyon to his foes He gives his peace to all that comes wrath followes all that goes No foe can stand before his face no fugitive can flee No lurking hole can hide from him his eyes do all things see Almighty all where present though his body heaven containe Eternall God though he as man mans properties retaine No robry for his maiestie his fathers match to be The fathers god-head and the Spirits and his are one all three Therefore when I do love the Son I love the father too And so the Spirit who dwell in him to all I worship do Hee is the tree of Life to me and so to all his own No fierie sword debars us now all wee for friends are known In him my Sabbath is begun he teacheth me to cease From mine own works and leads me to his rest by steps of peace Flood branchd in foure to water all new plants of paradice Redeemde and holy making them and righteous and wise Though we have slaine him yet his blood speaks better things for us Then Abels crying curse but his cryes Lord be gracious Though wrath should overflow the land as with a new deludge Or fire consume the earth yet Christs safe Ark is for refuge For now no wrath unmixt with love shall of his own be felt Because God in his sacrifice the smell of rest hath smelt And as the bow in clowd is pawn of not returning flood So is that offring constant pledge of our eternall good True Isaack offered up to me not minted at but slain Most Isaack like in this escape though slain he rose again Sweet Ioseph by his brethren sold by our means made to serve He hath provided well our food least we through want should sterve From Egypts bonds and slavery base it s he that sets us free It s he that doth prepare our way through floods and raging sea The Prophet raisde like Moses true but fruitfuller then he He law and curse and types of good Christ grace and truth gives me My duty Moses shewes but strength none can he give to do But Christ by teaching gives me life and will and action to The priest that offred only once and pacify'd for ay And needs not Aaron-like repeat his sacrifice each day For Aarons offring oft did prove his offring unperfite But Christs because it perfect makes God still our sins to quite In him all leav's and types are fild in him they have an end No further use of them since God did Christ their substance send No priest by office now on earth no proper sacrifice No alter of materials no fixt place of service The tent where God dwels bodily the temple where the tryst Is set for meeting of our God as reconcil'd is Christ He arke with readie Angels eled he mercy seat of God Accesse and oracles of peace giving to us abroad By him the withered rod bears fruit with him is manna hid The Law in him lyes closde from speach except through mercies lid By him my prayers are perfum'd and smell as insence sweet By him my cup is furnished and table fill'd with meat The Priest the alter and the Lamb the laver washing all And what else any rite did signe he fils up great and small The judge which rids his people from all adversaries hand Our kindly King by whom we may possesse that promis'd land To all his iubjects affable above all earthly Kings His basest servants have his ear at all times in all things He is the Churches darest love and therefore must be mine Though I be base yet will his grace to be my love incline Oft hath he prov'd his love to me and will not now decline Oft hath his love much sweeter been to me then finest wine Oft hath the preaching of his word in straits and fears of death As sweetest kisses been to me convoyed with lively breath Oft hath his Apples hunger stayde my thirst his flaggons quench'd Oft hath his shadow me refresht as herbs by dew bedrench'd Oft in his love withdrawing Hee from bed hath made me rise And seek him long before I fand to make me after wise And when we met his wrath was gone he cald me spouse betroath'd And washing me by pardon said my fair love though self loath'd Now fairest love let my soul say who made me clean but thou Who made a childe of wrath like me stand reconciled now What makes me lovely but thy love that set the price on me Whose beauty makes me fair but thine what have I not from thee My exaltation is come to be a childe of God By thy descending to be man and some whiles heer abode Thy clean conception and birth proves thee to be the tree Where cut from Adams filthy stock â—impted clean must be Thy manger makes my bed more soft thy stable gives me innes Thy banishment home brings me where my countrey-people winnes Thy wisedome in thy child-hood hides my foolish youthly toyes Thy self devoting unto griefes is ground of all my joyes Thy emptying my fulnesse is thy meannesse me promots Thy hyding of thy royall state