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Spiritual hymns upon Solomons song: or, Love in the right channel Wherein that divine part of scripture is paraphras'd, and the dark places expounded; and may be vocally sung in the ordinary tunes of the singing Psalms. By John Reeve.
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Reeve, John, 1608-1658.
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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
regain my Lover Wo and alas my woful case Now am I left alone In Fears and Cares and thousand Tears My Sorrows to bemoan All you that have a Soul to save Take warning by my fall Make no delays give him no Nay's Rise when you hear him call CANT V. 6. I sought him but I could not find him I called him but he gave me no answer HYMN 86. ALL you whose tender bowels yearn At full grown misery Lament my case my blubber'd face And pity pity me I pray to him that heareth pray'rs But mine he will not hear He hath a bottle for all Tears But mine must not come there I sought him that is found of All That seek him heartily But O my pain I seek in vain My coming makes him fly He that once lov'd my Soul is gone Whose love was sweet as Wine I call him Love he calls me Dog Was ever grief like mine My Soul it was thy Sin thy Sloth That drove thy Christ away He call'd but fail'd and 't is but just Such slightings to repay There never was except 't were his A grief that bodes so ill My Soul when he writes Seek no more Do thou read Seek me still CANT V. 7. The watchmen that went about the City found me they smote me they wounded me the keepers of the Walls took away my vail from me HYMN 87. THus when the Anchor 's lost The Ship 's expos'd to Waves With surly Winds and Billows tost Like greedy open Graves As when the wounded Deer Bleeds with the Arrow shot The rest forsake and come not near And blood hounds take their lot I gat me up and went Jerusalems Streets about With a most full and true intent To find my Jesus out The Watchmen were unkind They smite me wound and hale The Keepers of the City-Walls They took away my Vail And this by Watchmen too Church Officers they were That should have led me unto Christ Wound me for coming there And Keepers of the Walls The Kingdoms Magistrates Treat me as bad as if I had Done Whoredom in their Gates O what a darksome Night When those that pray and fear Shall be pursu'd by Law and Spight As Thieves and Robbers are CANT V. 8. I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my beloved that ye tell him that I am sick of love HYMN 88. YE common People of the City From great Ones I Address to you The Priests and Rulers have no pity They serve my Lord unkindly too If you or any of you be Engag'd in this design with me To seek a Jesus you may find him Not I that did so little mind him Then tell him tell him I am sick With Love and longing for his Presence Tell him my Zeal is burning quick Tell him he is my All my Essence If all the World were Gold and mine I 'd give it all for one sweet smile Could Sufferings fetch him back I 'de bear The very Pains of Hell a while My Life 's a Death unless my Lord Will shew himself again to me My Death were Life would he accord To lead me where I might him see Since thou can'st hide thy self from me Where I may seek and never find thee But I can't hide my self from thee Sweet Jesus seek me till thou find me CANT V. 9. What is thy beloved more than another beloved O thou fairest among Women what is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost so charge us HYMN 89. FAirest of Women tell us who This thy Beloved is For whom thou makest this ado By such a charge as this What is his Name what is his Fame Pray let us understand We 'l seek him too if all be true And seek him out of hand There is beloved Health and Wealth There are beloved Pleasures There are beloved Friends and Ends There are beloved Treasures There a beloved Temple stands A lovely Structure 't is There are beloved means of Grace Tell which of these it is O what is thy Beloved that Nothing but him can please thee And what are these complaints ye Saints That none but he can ease ye Are you of men the only wise Must Wisdom dye with you Discover thy Beloved Prize And tell us what and who CANT V. 10. My beloved is white and ruddy the chiefest among ten thousand HYMN 90. THou bottomless Abyss of Love O help me now to set thee forth Give Inspirations from above And let me stammer out thy worth Look how well temper'd white and red Sets out the beauty of the Face In him all beauty sits enthron'd And all Perfections take their place White as the Light and God is Light This Tincture speaks him perfect God Red as was Adams Earth it speaks Manhood in which that God abode But White and Ruddy both in one Speaks him a Person God and Man The white the badg of Innocence Never was black nor never can But red as blood and red with blood Drawn by the sins that we lay in The white breathes Joy Peace to Saints The Red breathes blood to sinful men This is the Man whose absence kills me Chiefest of thousands he 's to me This is the man whose presence fills me O! could I meet him where is he CANT V. 11. His head is as the most fine Gold HYMN 91. HIS Head the seat of Wisdom is Most lovely to behold His Understanding infinite Shines like the purest Gold This head of his is lifted up Above the starry Skies When all his En'mies heads lye low Shall sink and never rise He is the head of all his Saints By way of Eminence More worth than all their body is As Gold to single-pence He is the Churches head from whence By way of Influence As from a Spring of Life they have Their motion strength and sense The head of Powers which he rules By Scepter and his Rod O what a glorious head hath he The head of Christ is God! Wonder not at me then if I Complain as almost dead For I have lost my God my King O I have lost my Head CANT V. 11. His locks are bushy and black as a Raven HYMN 92. HIS locks not worn for Pride Nor yet to set out sin Nor yet to vaunt a swelling Tide Of naughtiness within Speak him a Nazarite No Razor shaves his Head Serving the Lord with all his might A Separate indeed His vow of separation Layes strongest bonds upon him He shall be call'd a Nazarite His locks shall well become him His locks are curl'd and black The vigour of his strength Will make his Enemies go to wrack And quell his Foes at length You glory in your Hair The curlings of your Tresses Come lay aside your filthy Pride And to him make Addresses This is the man I want This Person I must have O I must quickly find him out Or I must find my Grave CANT V. 12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters washed with milk and