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
I 'le to my Father for supplies And largely he 'l dispence I 'le to the Holy Ghost also And fetch thee Riches thence Thou shalt partake of all my stores My Heart my Blood and Me If what 's in Heaven or Earth can do 't We 'l give it all to thee We 'l with most glorious Ornaments Pollish that heart of thine Borders of Gold and Silver studs Shall make thy Glory shine When all is done 't is all too small A Present for my Love I 'le give my self away also And thou shalt live above All things but me for I 'le be Gold Jewels and every thing And thou shalt live upon my stores And loud my Praises sing And then will we rejoyce in thee When we have made thee thus Then sin no more as did before Shall break 'twixt thee and us My Soul admire this fervent Fire Such Love no Tongue can tell Who could have thought that Christ that bought Should Love his Church so well CANT I. 12. While the king sitteth at his table my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof HYMN 21. HOW rich and dainty is the fare My blessed Love and Lover dear Provides for his beyond compare And feasts them with his heavenly chear The Cloath is lay'd the Table spread The Dainties are his Flesh and Blood The welcome Guests are richly fed And He himself becomes their Food His Presence graces all the Feast His smile make welcome every Guest He sits at Table with them where His Saints are glad to meet Him there His presence draws their Graces forth Faith Love Joy Patience and the rest The smell whereof is better worth Than Spikenard Oyntments at the best Thus Gardens yield their sweetest smells When Rain and Sun extract them forth Thus in his presence man excels Who 's in his absence little worth My Soul thy King at Table sits Now let thy Spikenard-Graces lend The sweet perfumes and pleasant sents Into his Nostrils largely send CANT I. 13. A bundle of myrrh is my welbeloved to me he shall lye all night between my breasts HYMN 22. TEll me no more you Sons of Art You Students in the Case What 't is will ease a Sick mans heart And all his Grief displace Jesus when he doth please to be Refreshing from above How he transports me O I feel My self all Fire and Love The holy Oyl was made of Myrrh O Christ anoint me so Thy Body was embalm'd with Myrrh O Christ embalm me too And make me sweet that I may greet A never dying Rest And smell of thee as if possest With Myrrh upon my breast There is a Night of darkness when This Myrrh is Cordial A Night of great Affliction then This Myrrh is all in all O let him lye between my breasts And with his Love perfume me And yield his heart-reviving Art This Night will else consume me CANT I. 14. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi HYMN 23. OO me to me what comfort wer 't Or what refreshment could I see If he were sweet to all the World And were not also sweet to me I 'le sing my well beloved's Praise And speak what he hath been to me Engedi's Aromatick Vines Have never been so sweet as He. Clusters of Balsam Camphire were In those same Vineyards past compare Yet none so sweet yet none so rare As my Beloved's Odors are How sweet was Christ upon the Cross Making Atonement for my Sin Or else my Life had been my loss What a sad case had I been in How sweet was he within the Grave Himself not spices made him so How sweet a Bed shall I then have When sleep with Jesus I shall go Blest be the day that e're I smelt What sweet in my Beloved was Bless be the day that ere I felt That sweetness my Beloved has How sweet art thou in Heaven where Angels and Saints perfumed are Amidst that plenty grant there be One cluster Lord lay'd up for me CANT I. 15. Thou art fair my Love behold thou art fair thou hast doves eyes HYMN 24. THou 'rt fair my Love Lord how can I be fair thus foul with Sin Thou 'rt fair my Love Lord tell me why What transport art thou in I ne're am fair but when there are Reflections from thy Grace Darted upon me from thy fair And most resplendent Face Thou art my Love Lord can it be When I deserve thy fury And highly merit that thou me Should'st in Oblivion bury Yet cause thy Love is like thy self Too deep for humane Eye Thou lov'st because thou lov'st me Lord I know no reason why Thou hast Doves eyes so pure and chast Those Eye-beams draw my heart In tears of godly sorrow washt They shine like Stars in dark Lord Is 't because they shall be so When Glory makes them bright Or is 't because they shine below With my Redeemers light CANT I. 16. Behold thou art fair my beloved yea pleasant HYMN 25. NAy thou art fair my Love not I Beauty keeps house in thee alone There is no Sun nor Moon nor Stars But thou art All and every One. Away fond Pleasures fleeting Joys Would I had never lov'd you so You smiling but beguiling Toys I 've got a wound and you my foe Come dearest Lord O let me taste Of Pleasures that are more Divine For those are gone but these will last With these refresh this heart of mine How pleasant are thy smiles when I Under the guilt of Sin do lye When I damnation every hour Expect how pleasant is thy pow'r How pleasant are thy ways to me Thine Ordinances all are so To Eat and Drink and Feast with thee There 's no such pleasure I do know But O! when I shall come to dye And see thy Face in endless bliss And shall embrace the Man himself There is no Pleasure like to this CANT I. 16. Our bed is green HYMN 26. THou hast prepar'd a Bed of love 'T is richly furnish'd with the best Where thou and I eternally Shall in each others Bosom rest Our Bed is always green it knows No Winter blasts nor no such thing It 's always budding fruitful grows An ever everlasting Spring When vain delights transport the Rich And seem to court the Men of pleasure They 'r wither'd soon and quickly gone And fall full short in weight and measure Give me those spiritual Joys O Christ Whose colour green will ever last And think on me while here I be And send me now and then a tast My Soul revive comfort thy heart ' Mid'st all the troubles thou had seen Revive for tho the Stairs be dark The Chamber 's light our Bed is Green All Glory give to God above And to our Jesus God and Man And to the Holy Ghost also With all the Strength and Praise we can CANT I. 17. The beams of our house are cedar and our rafters of fir HYMN 27. COme let us sing the Praise Of our eternal House Whose firm
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
a sacrificed Lamb Whose Blood can make me white There is a Sun can wake the day Out of this dismal Night Then shall my black be washed off Then shall my Beauty shine Fair as the Morn tho thus forlorn Both in your Eyes and mine CANT I. 6. My mothers children were angry with me HYMN 13. MY Mothers not my Fathers Sons Half Brethren Lord to me That claim a Kind'red of thy Church But not a-kin to Thee Sons of the Church create my woes And cause me all this moan They'd have me see by their blind Eyes And quite put out my own They have a way to fast and pray Thy word doth not allow And to their Modes of Worship false They'd have my Conscience bow The golden Image they set up My Soul shall not adore The fi'ry Furnance of their Wrath I 'le bear and help implore Awake O Christ and me assist And keep my heart within True to thy Truth thy Cause and thee That nothing make me sin I 'd better anger Men and Devils That 's but a Creature wrath Than by submitting to these evils Try what thine Anger hath CANT I. 6. They made me keeper of the Vinyards HYMN 14. ARise O Lord some help afford To thee my Soul doth moan I cannot hold I must-unfold My grief to thee alone They 've gotten Vineyards here and there Exotick to thy Laws Which by their force they 'l make me keep From which my Soul withdraws Their Figs are naught their Grapes are sour Their Vintage is not good Their Winepress is to press the Saints Their Liquor is their blood Head of the Church I pray thee let My heart be guided so That I may yet their anger get And make them more my foe They 've got a Vineyard strange to thee No Scripture-rule must guide it And they 'd have me their slave to be O Lord I can't abide it Be thou a keeper Lord to me And I 'le be none of theirs And fortifie my heart within From all besieging fears So will I Praise and Trophies raise For my Illustrious King And throw false Worship out of doors As an accursed thing CANT I. 6. But mine own Vineyard I have not kept HYMN 15. ALas when I with them comply My Soul doth suffer loss My Vine doth languish and my Trees Are overgrown with Moss My Graces they felt a decay My Plants began to dye My Conscience bled my Joys were fled O what a Wretch was I â—alse Worship is a canker-Worm It Poysons all the Fruit Unscripture-Modes are Locusts all My Vineyard yet doth rue 't T was never well with me and mine Since thee and thine I slighted For fear of man from thee I ran O how I am benighted Let thy Commands and Laws O Christ My Vineyard be to me And next to them O let my Soul My other Vineyard be And let it be my great imploy To keep my Vineyards clean So shall I rest and be possest Of Joys no Eye hath seen CANT I. 7. Tell me O thou whom my soul loveth where thou feedest and where thou causest thy flocks to rest at noon for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions HYMN 16. O Thou Beloved of my Soul Tho hast a People free From all these mixtures cleansed pure O tell me where they be Thou hast thy Institutions And Ordinances pure Thou hast thy Churches Tell me when And where I may be sure Thou hast Enclosures rich and fat Peculiar to thy Sheep And dainty nour'shing Pastures where Thou dost them always keep Thou in Communion fold'st them up In Winter keep'st them dry Thou giv'st them shades from heat of Sun O tell me where they lye For why should I be led away By Creatures in pretence And starve my soul misled by such As come I know not whence O tell me then and bring me where In this my greatest need Thy Pastures and thy Pastors are And I with them will feed CANT I. 8. If thou know'st not O thou fairest among women go thy ways forth by the footsteps of the flocks and feed thy kids beside the shepherds tents HYMN 17. O Thou my fairest one Thus my beloved spake If thou would'st know what thou must do And with my Saints partake Go up to yonder Mount Thence look and thou shalt spye Clear as the Sun what must be done Presented to thine Eye Seest thou them folded Flocks Whose heart the Spirit tyes Whom Gospel order calls into Distinct Societies Seest thou the Fields where they Enjoy their heavenly feed The Shepherds stand at my command To guide them at their need Their Magna Charta is My Word my Law their Guide O follow them that follow me Their foot shall never slide There go and joyn thy self Thy Soul there feed and feast Follow their steps to Pastors Tents And there thy Soul shall rest CANT I. 9. I have compared thee O my love to a company of horses in Pharoahs chariots HYMN 18. MY Church my Love I 'le now begin T' express the Joy that I am in And sing thy Praise as thou dost mine And tell the World why I am thine I 've made thee fair there 's no compare No worldly thing is such to me King Pharoah's Charet-Horses were A comely sight but not like thee When I behold their beauty and Coupled in order as they stand I more admire and Praise those Unions My Churches have in their Communions Were Pharoah's trappings boss'd with Gold As if they would outshine the Sun Much more the pollish of thy Grace Shines that my heart is overcome Did Pharoah's Horses prance along And gladly draw his Charets on Such Service from thee I have found As if thou didst not feel the ground As Pharoah's Charets did exceed The best in all the world they be Such is my Love such is my Dove The best in all the world to me CANT I. 10. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels thy neck with chains of gold HYMN 19. WHen Princes Daughters in whose Veins The Royal blood doth run Stand richly drest in all their best By art that can be done My Church thy beauty far exceeds Thy Glory far excells My Love thou 'rt fairer than them all In thee all beauty dwells When rows of Jewels beautifie Their Face and Cheeks adorn To make thee fair in Princes Eye And welcome as the Morn The Graces of my Church shine forth More lustr'ous tho but small Methinks I see my Glory shine Upon their Faces all When chains of Gold the Necks enrich Of mortal Beauties here It draws their Eyes who are not wise And leads them to a snare But happy they that can be caught With Sions Beauty so And fall in Love as I have done With Saints and what they do CANT I. 11. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver HYMN 20. WE Father Son and Holy Ghost Will all in one conspire To stud the Glory of thy Face And make thee All Desire