need not recomend vnto you prayer I hope you vse it as I knovv you doe publikely soe I doubte noâ—… but you vse it also priuatly Preaching is gods speach to you Prayer is ours to him Preaching belongs to me I preach to you â—… your pastor pray for you also Prayer belongs to you to pray for me your selfe all yours all goâ—… childreÌ„ For the manner hovve noâ—… better president noe more perfect patterne then S. Paulls practice 〈◊〉 his prayers vvhich I haue here metaphrased for you in the syllables of your ovvne mother tongue Goâ—… the father is the objecte of your prayers prayses God the sonne the presenter of them as the only master of requests in heauen Goâ—… the holy ghost the very breath 〈◊〉 your prayers the simle of youâ—… soule Vse this blessed exercise both of prayer praise Be in loue vvith it god vvill loue you To vvhich loue of his in this modell of my best loue to you I recomend your vvell disposed thoughts in the sauing mercies of Christ Iesus your lord mine Resting To be required by you or your frends in Christs seruice W LOE Eph. 1. 16. The first Prayer 1. I cease not to giue thankes to thee O god my god most iust For all thy gifts of grace loue To vs that liue in dust 2. And lord I craue a glympse of light In Christ my lord thy sonne That so my faith may see that sight And to it still may runne 3. That I may knovve thy becke thy call My hope my helpe my all That I may haue thy povver strength To helpe me vvhen I fall 4. For thou o god hast made vs see What thou hast vvrought in loue For thy svveete spouse thy church thy vvife Thy ioy thy simle thy doue 5. For thou hast set our Christ o god At thy right hand to shine And thou to that place vvilt vs bring For that deare loue of thine 6. O god thou laidst my Christ fuâ—… lovve With in the earth so darke But thou didst raise him vp on high And settst him as a marke 7. On vvhich vve fixe our eies of faith Our harts our minds our loue O bring vs all to him svveete god That is our deere our doue O god my hart is fixt on thee and my tongue shall sing giue praise to thy name for aye PSAL. 108. 1. Eph. 3. 14. The second Prayer 1. I day by day doe bovve to thee And cease not in the night To seeke thee lord in all my thoughts And muse of all thy might 2. For of our Christ is naÌ„de the church Of vs that liue in clay And eke thy gaurd saincts on high That praise thee day by day 3. GrauÌ„t vs o lord that vve may knovve Thy grace our good our end And that vve may feele povver strength And Christ may be our frend 4. Let him dvvell in our harts o lord And then vve shall thee see With all thy saincts in breadth length In depth in height in glee 5. Then shall vve knovve the loue of Christ That else is past our skill The shalt thou fill vs vvith thy grace In him to doe thy vvill 6. O lord for vs this thou canst doe And more then all that is Of thy good grace to vvorke in vs In Christ hovve should vve misse 7. Praise be to thee in all the vvorld Thy church doe sing the same And age to age shall eke sett forth For aye to ours thy name O god thou art my god ere it be day vvill I seeke thee my soule flesh doe thirst long for thee as drie land vvhich vvants raine PSAL. 63. 1. Phil. 1. 9. The third Prayer 1. GRaunt to vs lord that loue may dvvell In these poore tents of ours For vve must hence vve knovve full And fade as doe the flovvers 2. And grauÌ„t good lord that in thy loue It may grovve more more That vve may knovve vvhat things are ill And lead not to thy lore 3. So may vve in the day of doome In Christ be void of shame And fild vvith his faire fruits of loue May scape the rod of blame 4. Then shall vve sing the praise to thee In midst of all thy Saincts Then shall our soules be glad ioy That novve is vveake faints 5. Icease not lord to pray for those That seeke sue to thee That they may knovve hovve safe sure In Christ their soules may be 6. And that vve all may vvalke and vvorke In vvord in vvorth in all As he that hath vs cald to thiâ—… And rid vs of our thrall 7. Who hath vs fred from povver of death FroÌ„ foggs doggs of hell And set vs by his chaire of state With Christ fotaye to dvvell Saue vs o lord our god bring vs from those that doe not call on thee that vve may call on thee laud praise â—…hy name for aye PSAL. 106. 47. The. 3. 11. The fourth Prayer 1. THe lord our god our strength stay Make vs to loue each one And make vs knovve hovve that vve are Made all of flesh bone 2. That soe vve may grovve vp in grace And firme in hart minde That soe to all vve may set forth Our loue both sure kind 3. Yea not to cease till that our lord Doe come in clouds full bright To iudge this earth all the folke Yea all the vvorld in sight 4. For is it not the loue of Christ Who did loue vs soe deare That vve through hope of grace in him Should liue voyd of base feare 5. Lord be thou ioy to all our harts Our vvords our vvorkes good make That vve may loue liue in thee For thy sonne Christ his sake 6. O god of peace of loue of life Grant vs to serue thee still In spright in soule in hart in mind And this of thy good vvill 7. Yea keepe vs lord froÌ„ blame blott Till Christ doth come in skey So shall vve sure be of thy loue To liue vvhen vve shall die Heare me o lord that soone for my soule doth vvaxe faint hide not thy face from me Least I be like them that goe dovvne to the graue PSAL. 148. 7. â—…om 7. 25. The fift Prayer 1. â—… thanke thee lord that hast sett novve In me a fight a iarre My mind my flesh doe day by day In strife sett forth a vvarre 2. My mind to thy svveete lavve giues vvay My flesh in thrall is brought My mind vvould keepe thy lavve thy lore And hath thy vvill still sought 3. But my base flesh is prompt seekes Thy lavve to cast me fro O god vvhat shall I doe in this With me the case is so 4. My mind vvould doe the god full faine That thy lawes shevve to me But still my flesh doth frett fume Gainst this thy lavve to me 5. For I doe not that vvhich I loue But I doe that I hate And all for that my mind
of choice FroÌ„ vvheÌ„ce doth flovve my blysse He is all svveet in part in vvhole And I poore soule am his A forraigne congregatioÌ„ speakes 3. Since then o deere such is thy loue Shevve vs vvhere he is found And vve vvill seeke this loue vvith tâ—…ee In all the vvorld so round 4. For noÌ„e but thee o church caÌ„st him Make knowne in vvord in deed O tell vs then vve vvill ioyne And he shall be our meede The spouses speaketh 5. TheÌ„ sayd I to those that him sought He is gone dovvne to be In beds of spice vvith soules saincts That is my loue that 's he 6. Yea I am his in his sweet loue And he is mine by faith In spight of hell or sinne or shame His vvord to me so saith 7. And both of vs are one in god And knitt in soule spright By loue most svveete ioy of hart I liue still in his sight The fift speach Christ speakes to his church 1. Though thou my church didst me not seeke But putts me farre thee fro Yet novve thou dost looke back to me I vvill not serue thee so 2. But I vill come dvvell vvith thee In grace in loue in avve I vvill thee ioy in mirth glee And teach to thee my lavve 3. Turne backe thine eies froÌ„ me my deere That are thus fixt on me Thy strength of faith doth ioy me so That I mind none but thee 4. The men that feede thy soule vvith foode Haue all one hart one tongue They tune all like a quire of saincts They sound forth all one songe Christ speaketh to his church 5. So that their paines are not 〈◊〉 vaiâ—… They bring to me much fruit They cry call to me for helpe And I doe heare their suite 6. Thy locks thy lookes are seene so faire Thy blush thy smile so svveet That I doe ioy in them that teach Those things that are so meete 7. Though kings Queenes all folk else My name my loue doe vse Yet on thee on thee loue I looke On thee I thinke I muse The â—…ixt â—…peach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. THou art my spouse most chast most pure Whom all the vvorld doth loue Thou art my deere my peere my ioy Noe spott in thee my Doue 2. Those that doe looke see thy face Do praise plaud thee still And bless thee that hast god thy lord didst yeald to his vvill 3. thus they say rapt vvith thy state What 's shee so faire as morne So pure as suÌ„ne so bright as mone Of vvhat state is shee borne 4. Her face is faire through force of faith She is most bright in heue Yea in her looks is feare dread To cause her foes to rue The spouse speakes to Christ. 5. And thus all gast rapt vvith sight Of thy svveet port state They stand in stond all pale wan For thee they can not mate 6. No more then glympse of starre caÌ„ dashe The suÌ„ne in hight of skye Or light on earth the mone at full Can darke or once come nigh 7. Cheare vp thy selfe deere loue I say For though thou didst me miss I meane not thee my loue to leaue For all the vvorld that is The seuenth speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. â—… did but goe to see my vine Hovve it did bud sprout To see vvhat fruits my plants did yeald And hovve they vvere come out 2. And novve I see they bud blooe And yeald me fruit good store â—…le care for them they for me That they may haue the more 3. The soules that came to me of late I prune I plash I purge That they may bring forth farre more fruite With this my rod scourge 4. And novve they are vvell grovvne my Deere I hast I runne to thee With speed at need I hast I post With vvings of vvind to see Christ speakes to his spouse 5. What thou dost vvant or vvouldst novve haue Speake loue I le giue thee it Thou shalt not feare my loue to thee In rest by thee I le sitt 6. Come then my loue to me full fast Let all Saincts ioy sing To house of god I le safe sound My Deere shall my loue bring 7. Novve all ye Saincts soules on high Looke see fixe fast your eie On this my loue marke vvell her grace No fault in her I spie A Canticle or song Of the seuenth eight chapters of the song of Solomon being Metaphrased into Monosylabls of great Brittains language is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god And is sett to the tune of Giue thanks vnto the lord our god PSAL. CVII To his much esteemed good frend Mr. WILLIAM WALCOT marchant one of the most vvorthie coÌ„panie of Marchant Adventurers residing at Hamborough Happines for euer KInd frend Forced fauours vvere euer sleighted thankles But voluntary respects had euer vvith the best and most noble minds courteous acceptaÌ„ce hovve small meane soeuer the thing vvas For a maÌ„ to giue his soule to his Creator vvhen he sees he must dye his goods to the poore vvhen he sees he must part vvith them to forgoe our sinne vvâ—… vve can noe longer follovve yt are cold yea vnkind obediences But for a young man to remember his creator in the daies of his yout â—… in his best strongest age 〈◊〉 bequeath himself euery day to god in prayer praise is thatreasonable seasonable sacrifice vvhere vvith the most high is most pleased To this purpose and noe other god knovveth I haue tendered these voluntary Essaies to diuerse of my masters Table-brothers Let me not seeme to to officious vvhile I desire to doe good expresse my loue For 〈◊〉 vnto the rest so vnto you Beloued GaÌ„-naunt haue I sent this parcell Receaue yt as I meane yt both vvith hand hart then â—… am assured it vvill neuer repent you of your acceptation nor me of my dedication The great lord keeper of heauen earth keepe you in his feare all the daies of your life preserue you for his sauing mercies in Christ Iesus in the end of your life for euer Yours in Christ to be required W. LOE The first speach Christ speaketh 1. Her feet are svveet her gate a grace All shod vvith Peace Truth Of gods ovvne spell to runne the race FroÌ„ bane vvoe ruth 2. Her loynes are girt fast vvith the same The price of it is rare The skill is framd vvith hand of might All full of cost care 3. Her vvombe like a round cup that vvants Noe vvine to cheere her plants As heaps of vvheate sot all vvith flovvers Pure graynes to helpe our vvaÌ„ts 4. Her breast the tvvo svveet leagues of grace Are as to tvvins of birth Whose milke doth feede the babs of god Which dvvell here on the earth Christ speaketh 5. Those that doe rule guide hâ—… folkâ—…
Like necke doth beare vp head So those doe stay as tovver of strength Till they at full are fed 6. Her eies are like tvvo fonts most cleaâ—… In which vve may vvell see Our selues in face in fact in faith And dravve thence life glee 7. Her nose from vvhence vve sent the good Is as some tovver of state For she can Iudg find it out From tyme to tyme past date The second speach Christ speakes still 1. HEr tire of head is full of Grace To all that doe it see And I am tyde by mine ovvne vvill O loue to be vvith thee 2. O loue hovve full in all thy parts Dvvells loue life by me Hovve svveet faire art thou in all When I doe looke on thee 3. Thy grovvth is like a Palme tree tall For prest thou dost rise more Thy teats are full of milke mirth And yeald thy babes great store 4. I said I vvill goe to my tree And ioyne me to my Palme make it yeald all salues for sores To cure all vvounds as Balme Christ speach still 5. And I vvill cause her for to yeâ—… Good vvorkes of faith life And vvâ—…h her povver to driue 〈◊〉 her The sinnes that aâ—…e so rife 6. The soules that thirsts shall haue their fill Her vvords shall spring aâ—… vvine By mouthes of those that teach my lore And preach those lavves of miâ—…e 7. Yea they shall cause the lippâ—… of hiâ—… That sleepes snorts in sinne To speake praise the god of 〈◊〉 That rouzd him from that diâ—… The third speach The church speakes 1. Such as I am I am not mine But his that loud me deere In none but him vvill I be glad None but him vvill I feare 2. For he once gaue him selfe for me And made of me his choyce Him vvill I heare he is my deere Its life to heare his voice 3. â—… come my loue let ts lodg all night In fields in tovvnes let ts goe And see hovve all our flockes doe feede Letts runne as svvift as roe 4. Vp to the vines let ts hast in morne And vevve hovve they doe bud And see the signes of fruits grace And looke if they be good The Church speakes 5. For hence vve shall knovve full our tyme When vve shall ioyne in one In all the blisse that I haue made To quitt thee of thy mone 6. See loue thy plants both in them selues Doe bud bloome most fresh And yeald a sent to moe them by That are but young neshe 7. All plants that grovve in vs I keepe Both old young I loue And all for thee o Christ my god Thy Grace lookes to moue The fourth speach The old Ievvish Church speaketh 1. O that I might my Christ once see Clad in this flesh of mine find him here on earth to dwell Made one once of my line 2. TheÌ„ vvould I kisse cull my Deere The vvorld could not me touch But if it did I vvould not passe Nor think of it so much 3. Then vvould I bring thee to the light Though novve pent vp in darke And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve My Christ my god by marke 4. Then vvould I feast thee vvith the best with cupps of loue grace TheÌ„ vvould the soules in Christ be glad To vevve our rest place The old Ievvish church speaketh 5. His left hand then should stay my head His right hand stay my hart theÌ„ I vvould not feare the vvâ—…d Nor hell nor death his dart 6. His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead raise me vp cleane gone His light vvould make me shine aâ—… pearle O like him there is none 7. charge you o ye saincts that loue Dare not to greeue my decre Nor once to stirre him vp in ire But learne his vvrath to feare The fift speach Christ speaketh 1. WHo is this that from denns of sinne From lusts life most leaud Doth â—…and her selfe gainst all the ill shevves her vvrath feud 2. Iâ—… not my church o it is shee Whom I haue loud of old And did her take from povvers of hell When she vvas bought sold. 3. And her froÌ„ ire of sinne shame Where shee had falne from me I raisd to life from depth of hell I quitt I sett her free 4. For there by faith she leand on me And I to her gaue vvay Then shee to me did ope her hart And thus to me did say The Ievvisch church speaketh 5. O sett me as a signe a seale On hart on arme on all O hold me deere my loue my Christ For I to thee doe call 6. Let naught me moue from thy svveet loue Lest greefe me gore vvoe For the least shade vvhen thou art gone Doth shevv to me my foe 7. The zeale vvhere vvith I loue my Deere Is like the graue most â—…ell And burnes me vp like coles of fire To saue my soule from hell The sixt speach The Ievvish church speaketh 1. YEa more then fire or flame it is Noe source can quench this loue 〈◊〉 paines noe gaines or loss or crosse From him my hart can moue 2. â—…oe vvealth noe peelfe noe feare no force All this I scorne should me â—…nce moue to thinke or ioy in ought But in his grace glee 3. â—…e haue a plant deere loue thou knovvst The church that thou hast chose â—…rom out the Iles so farre froÌ„ heÌ„ce O vve vvould not her lose 4. â—…he is but smale of grovvth as yet For vvant of thy good grace â—…ut if thou cast a looke on her And let her see thy face The Ievvish speaketh 5. Hovve fresh hovve faire vvill the come forth And grovve beare to thee Hâ—…r buds her bloomes her fruits of faith All good faire to see Christ speaketh 6. If she be firme fast to me As vvall as tovver of strength I le make her pure sure in league By vvord deed at length 7. And if she vvill giue vvay to me And to my vvords giue eare I le make her safe in league of peace And she shall be my deere The seuenth speach The Ievvish Church speaketh 1. The faith loue that thou dost seeke In her thou findst in me â—…y plea of faith found Grace Peace Ivvas ioynd to thee 2. The vvant of vvords to feed thy saincts Which thou in her dost craue â—…s not in me to doe thy vvill Hovve then should she it haue 3. Grat thee to her thy Grace in good And shee vvill to thee bend â—…he vvill thee serue in vvord deede If thou thy grace her send Christ speaketh 4. My spouse is as a vine to me She flovvers fruits doth yeald â—…he is the corne that brings me thrift grovves faire in my feild The Ievvish church speaketh 5. My vine shall aye be in my sight Yea till the vvorld haue end I vvill it dress keepe my selfe And grace peace it lend 6. Sith thus I care for thee
SONGS OF SION Set for the ioy of gods deere ones vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe By W. L. Let the vvord of god dvvell in you plenteouslie in all vvisdome teaching admonishing your ovvne selues in Psalmes Hymnes spirituall songs singing vvith a grace in your harts to the lord Colos. 3. 16. To all such of the Congregation both men woemen and children oâ—… discretion that are of the English nation residing at Hamborough that seeke serue god in sincerity vvithout hipocrisie or faction Grace be giuen in Christ BLessed beloued in the lord The Christian sobriety coÌ„fortable charitie vvhich I obserued in my table brothers occasioned the coÌ„posing of these hymnes It vvas their goodnes to make them publique for the benefitt of others also They are all deuine songs yea from meditations of the scripture are they dravvne If you shall vse them in your priuate families to gods glorie â—…ur ovvne solace to the instructioÌ„ â—…edification of your children I haue â—…e end of my desire Receaue them as â—…e symptomes of my soules affection the generall aduancment of gods â—…uice to the priuate consolation of you your children to the praise and â—…nour of our ovvne mother tongue â—…us in the midest of manie harshe â—…mes of grudge and despite I haue â—…arned to tune the songs of Sion For vvhich I praise god and shall neuer â—…ase to pray for your blessednes in the â—…uing mercies of Iesus Christ his â—…uours resting Yours in the lord W. L. An hymne or song Of seauen straines or strings â—…et to the tone of seaven sobs and sighes of a seaven times seauen sâ—…d soule for sinne and is to be song iâ—… the tune of I life mine hart to thee PSAL 25 or Flie soule vnto thy rest Seauen times a daie vvill I praie to thee o god and vvill prâise thee o lord for thy great gifts and good graces both to me and mine PSALM CXIX When the spright of maÌ„ doth sighe and sob to god and is lift vp on highe the spright of god doth bovve it selfe to man in ioy and peace CYPRIAN To his much esteemed good frend Mr. â—…OHN POWELL one of â—…he assistants of the worthy coÌ„panie of the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough Grace peace mercie be multiplied in Christ Iesu. WOrthy frend VVhen IuliaÌ„ the Apostate infested the church of god soÌ„times by barbarous cruelty somtimes by deuilish policie among other his vvicked practises that vvas not the least nor the last vvhen â—…e interdited the christians all vse of bookes both priuatly publikeâ—… for their children to learne excepte Poetry It pleased almighty god in that distresse of his church to stirre vp a learned man one Apollinarius a singular Metaphrast to put into heroicall Greeke verse all the psalmes of Dauid by vvhich blessing the children of god had vse and comfort of that excel lent booke of the psalme the tyrants decree tooke noe hold of theÌ„ because novve it vvas become deuine poesie poetry they might read Which shevves vnto vs gods especiall singular providence for his church vpon all occasions And novve albeit god be blessed there is noe cause to complaine either of any such Apostatical povver for vve haue an Apostolicall king nor of any such vvicked pollicy for vve haue had kings QueeÌ„s nursing fathers nursing mothers of our church yet in these Halâ—…yon daies of ours I haue presumed to metaphrase some passages of Dauid psalmes as an Essay to knovve vvhether vve might expresse our harts to god in our holy soliloquies by moÌ„asillables in our ovvne mother tongue or no. It being a receaued opinion amoÌ„gst many of those vvho seeme rather to be iuditious then caprichious that heretofore our english tongue in the true idiome thereof consisted altogether of Monasillables vntill it came to be blended and mingled vvith the commixture of Exotique languages And I my selfe haue seene all the lord prayer vsed in the tyme of Iohn Wickleefe to be expressed in vvords of one sillable And because gods children did reckon seauen tymes seauen yeares before they could enioy their yeare of Iubile I haue made allusion in this little Essay to tune forth seaueÌ„ tymes seauen sad sobbs for sinne that vvhen vve haue spent the remaynder of our vvretched dayes of our pilgrimage here god may in his mercie vvipe avvay all teares from our eyes bring vs to our eternall Iubile in his glorious kingdome Which god grant to you to me to all Christian people for his ovvne rich mercie sake and the satisfactory meritts of Iesus Christ our lord Amen Written from my studie vvithin the English house at Hamborough Jan. 24. Yours because you are of Christ. WILL LOE The first straine 1. LOrd heare my suite my plainte That my soule makes to thee Lord in thy truth one looke of grace Grant in thy loue to me 2. Lord see the moane I make Looke on me in thy grace Let not my sighes come backe in vaine But shewe to me thy face 3. Loe I was borne in sinne My kind my shape my all My stocke my flocke my selfe from birth O Lord from thee did fall 4. And I poore soule am sett In greefe in paine in woe My sinnes come on my soule doth faint O quitt me of my foe 5. My sinnes the haires doe passe That are set on my head My hart doth feare and faint and faile And I am as one dead 6. Thus goe I greeud and goord And frett in hart and spright Thus am I faint vvith feare death My sinnes they doe me fright 7. The deeds that I haue done Are sett in vevve of eie My faults my thoughts my sinne my shame Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie 1. SIGHE. O that my thoughts vvords vvorkes and vvaies vvere made so straight and right that I might keepe thy lavves 〈◊〉 lord all the daies nights of my vvhole life so should I be clere cleane from the guilt of sinne shame The second straine 1. O God if thou shouldst vvaighe My vvaies and take a vevve â—…ould not scape thy rod thy vvrath I should in vvoe it rue 2. â—…iudge me not I pray O sheeld me from my fall â—…r in thy sight none iust doth liue No none I say at all 3. â—…rge is thy loue to me For it vvith thee I treate â—… grant me it for Christ his sake Gainst sinnes so huge so great 4. O Christ vvhat vvight doth knovve His sinne faults of life O cleanse me from my sinnes at once Which are in me most rife 5. And keepe me lord I craue Least sinnes doe ore me svvay So shall I then be free and faine To keepe thy lavve for aie 6. This lord of thee I beg To thee I hold vp hands And hart soule both thirst gape As doth the drought in lands 7. As maids doe vvatch and vvaite On Queenes some grace to haue So
is vext With this my flesh my mate 6. What shall I doe o lord my god Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free FroÌ„ this fell death of sinne shame That I thy grace may see 7. I thanke my god vvho haue me fieâ—… For his sonne Christ his sake To him for aye both night day My hymnes my songs I make O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne the strong ill man that rules raigns in my vveake flesh that I may say to him goe farre from me PSAL. 139. 19. â—…o 16. 24. The sixt Prayer 1. THe grace of god be all my giude His povver be all my staye His strength eke be to me a staffe By night eke by day 2. For he it is that hath me taught That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs Our lord our god in vevve 3. To god in hymnes still vvill I sing His praise is all my mirth The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise In all parts of the earth 4. If there be vvight that liues in life And doth not loue our god Let him tast of the lord of hosts His curse his vvrath his rod 5. But let the loue of god grace Of Christ be vvith you all That loue looke long for him To rid vs of our thrall 6. And let our god that brought froâ—… death Our Christ our grace our blisse Set vs vvith saincts in ioy in light Where as our Christ novve is 7. So shall vve tuÌ„e in that svveete quiâ—… Midst of those saincts in rest And see his saincts in light of light And so for aye be blest O god let them that hate thee flit from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne but let them that loue thee be glad ioy in thee PSAL. 68. 1. 〈◊〉 13. 20. The seuenth Prayer 1. O God vve are poore sheepe that stray In vvods in vvaies of sinne â—…ovve dovvne thine eare to vs heare And rid vs of this dinne 2. â—…hat vve may knovve thy grace in Christ That keepes vs as his flocke â—…hat leads vs forth to streames of ioy And setts vs on a rocke 3. â—…hat soe vve may ore see this vvorld And all the things in it â—…nd then doe place vs vp on high With him in ioy to sit 4. GrauÌ„t vs good lord that vve may see The good that doth thee please â—…o shall vve liue in hart in mind In ioy in rest in ease 5. Graunt lord vvhat thou dost bid â—… doâ—… That vve may doe the same Bid vvhat thou vvilt grauÌ„t vs gracâ—… And vve vvill praise thy name 6. To Christ our lord the lambe of goâ—… That shed his bloud for sinnes To rid vs from the feends of hell And all their crafts ginns 7. Be praisd of vs all tymes tyds In vvoe eke in vvealth And let the folke on all the earth Giue laud to him for health O lord god of our health I crie dâ—… night to thee let my grones come nigâ—… to thee bovve dovvne thine eare to 〈◊〉 sighes that I make to thee The song of songs Or the Canticle of Solomon betweene Christ his spouse the tvvo first chapters is set to the tune of Blessed are they that perfect are PSAL. CXIX 1. part To his much esteemed good freend Mr. WILLIAM CHRISTMAS Marchant one of the deacons of the English Church residing at Hamborough Grace here glory for euer in Christ. LOuing beloued frend The title of this heauenly hymne shevveth the excellency thereof For it is called the song of songs or the Canticles of vvise Soloman The subiecte is most sacred for it is the â—…uptiall loue song betvveene Christ his spouse Wherein their mutuall loues by svveete reseÌ„blaÌ„ces are mystically maruelously expressed What more comfortable song then to sing our harts loue vve beare to Christ in the blessed vnion by one spirit vvherby vve haue euerlasting life Tvvo of the first chapters of vvhich song I haue metaphrased into Monosyllables vvhich I haue bequethed to your loue as a signe of mine to seale both ours Receaue it as the rest of your colleagues for I vvish you all the happines of both vvorlds in the sauing mercies of Christ tâ—… vvhich I recommend you aâ—… that looke vpon you vvith loue resting Yours because of Christ W. LOE The first Song The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. O that thou vvouldst on me so cast Some lookes of thy svveete loue That thou maist make me deere to thee My hart vvith grace to moue 2. Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare And farre more sveete to me Then wealth or vvine or limbe or life Or ought that I can see 3. The svveete that I smell of thy name Is like an oyle most pure And pourd it is on all thy saincts Such is thy loue soe sure 4. O dravve me dravve me I vvill runne To bord to bed vvith thee O pull me pull me from my sinne O rid me set me free The spouses speakes 5. The good are glad in thee thy loue They long and looke for still They vvalke to thee they talke of thee And all to doe thy vvill 6. Graunt this o Christ and then vve shall Be all in all that is And thou shalt find that none of vâ—… Of thy grace ought to misse 7. O shevve me vvhom my soule doth loue Where thou dost feed at noone O vvhy should I thus freet feelâ—… The losse of thee so soone The second Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. O Thou my church vvhom I doe loue For vvhoÌ„ I shed my bloud 〈◊〉 thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue hast not seene the good 2. â—…hen gett thee to those flockes of mine where as they feed by those Whom I haue sett as giuds for them That I in loue haue chose 3. â—…here feed fatt thy selfe vvith foode That Saincts doe touch doe tast And tune their soules in thankes to me For loue that aye doth last 4. For deere thou art to me my loue For shape for strength for speede That none is like to thee my deere In thought in vvord in deede Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke Are set vvith pearls of grace With stones of price vvith chaynes of vvorth I loue to see thy face 6. These signes of loue are seales to thee What shall be thine else vvhere When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me O spouse my loue most deere 7. There spangs specks of gold most pure I le add to all the rest There shalt thou loue liue vvith me And eke for aye be blest The third Song The spouse speakes to her mates 1. SEe novve all ye that loue the lord Ye Nymphes ye Mayds of grace Whiles that my lord king novve seemes Farre of from me in place 2. And is in midst of troopes of saincts On highe vvhere he doth dvvell Where all doe tend on him in loue Where
all things sure goes vvell 3. Yet see his grace doth stoope to me I feele him vvith me here By povver of spright by gifts of light He comes to me most neere 4. And though I be much ioy to him Yet he is all to me As bunch of myrrhe tvvixt both my breasts So svveete to hart is he The spouse to her mates 5. Oh is there ought in the wide world That smells that smiles as he Ah svveete ah svveete my soule doth feele His loue a life to me 6. His loue layd close to my poore hart To sence giues such a touch That for his loue to dye to dye I vvould not thinke it much 7. Watch then vvayte ye maids that mourne For this my loue vvill come And iudge he vvill in truth povver The folke both all some The fourth Song Christ speakes to his spouse 1. DEere spouse noe loue is lost on me To me thou art most svveete To see thee clad in clothes of grace With rings roabs most meete 2. â—… ioy I like I loue thee deere Hovve faire hovve fresh art thou None like to thee in shine of face As I looke on thee novve 3. Hovve chast hovve choice art thou my deere Thine eies like doues doe looke Thine hart thy mind thy thoughts thy all I vvrite theÌ„ in my booke The spouse speakes to Christ. 4. Nay thou my deere thou art the cheefe The choice the sunne the shine From thee o Christ I haue these raies For they are none of mine Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Thou art o Christ full of this grace Thou art the sea the spring And from thee I doe take these streames to thee theÌ„ doe bring 6. As thankes for all thy loue to me And to thy saincts each one Who troope in bands to serue thee still Though here they vveepe mone 7. For they are sure to rest in blisse When thou shalt call them home From out this sea of sobs sighes That doth soe frett â—…ome The fift Song CAP. 2. Christ speakes to his spouse 1. DEere spouse I am both faire and svveete Of feild I am the rose And sure all such as liue by me Full choice I am to those 2. All things else that this vvorld hath be Vile vveeds vvhich are most base â—… am the svveet the sence the smell That yeald them all the grace 3. thou o loue art mongst the maids All choice cheefe in vevve Nought in the earth is like to thee In face in shine in hue The spouse speakes to Christ. 4. â—… thou my deare that one I loue Thou art the tree of life Thy shade let sheeld me from all harms And I vvill be thy vvife The spouse speakes 5. Thou vvith thy spright shalt lead me forth To the svveete streames of good And I shall be fresht vvith thy loue Wrought to me in thy bloud 6. O stay me stay me take a care O cheare my soule that faints O come for I am sicke of loue To liue in midst of saincts 7. O put thy left hand to my head Thy right hand to my side O stay me vp both head hart And still be thou my giude The sixt Song The spouse speakes 1. â—… charge ye o you soules of saincts By roes hindes of loue â—…ake heed hovve you dooâ—…vexe greeue The spright of my svveete doue 2. â—…ake heed you vvrong not his great name with life soe leaud so vaine And doe not dare to moue his ire Who vvould saue you so fayne 3. â—…oe I doe call he doth heare And sends to me his voice My mouÌ„ts of sinnes hills of shame Haue not so lovvd a noice 4. Noe roe noe hind soe svvift caÌ„ ruÌ„ne Nor make such speede as he When I doe call or crâ—…e for him He comes he runnes to me The spouse speakes 5. And though this vaile of my baseflesh A full sight bares me fro Yet vvitâ—… mine eye of â—…aith I looke On him that loues me soe 6. I see him as in a cleare glasse I see him shine full bright Through grates of vvords gates of life My soule of him hath sight 7. And novve me thinkes I heare him speake And thus to me doth say O church o spouse lift vp thy head O faire one come thy vvay The seuenth Song Christ speakes 1. â—…he storme is past of greefe woe The spring of ioy is seene all things novve are fresh faire And full nevve greene 2. â—…n highe is ioy on earth is peace To men a great good vvill â—…d all the quire of saincts doe sing To shevve their loue their skill 3. â—…ot buds but â—…iggs fruits are seene Of grace of ioy of loue come my deere shake of thy sleepe Come on my milke vvhite doue 4. â—… let me heare thy voice my deere O plye me vvith thy plaints â—… looke thou vp though face be sad I le place thee vvith my saincts Christ speakes 5. O all ye that vvishe vvell to me And to my church name Put froÌ„ my deere all those that seekâ—… Her faith her loue to blame The spouse speakes 6. For he is mine by faith trust And I am his by loue We both are one by his great powâ—… I long to see my doâ—…e 7. O come as svvift as Roe or Hind My loue my life to me Till day doe breake till sunne doâ—… shinâ—… Till shade of death doth flee A Canticle or song Of the third fourth chapters of the song of Solomon being Metaâ—…hrased into Monosylables of Great Brittains language is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god And is set to the tune of Helpe lord for good godly men PSAL. XII To his much esteemed good frend Mr. ISAAC LEE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of the marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb Encrease of glory MOre theÌ„ much beloued when god brought man forth at the first he put him not into a vvildernes but into a garden a paradise place of pleasure wherby I see that his sacred maiestie did not reioyce in the misery but in the delight happines of his creatures Cheerefulnes therefore pleaseth god better then dulnes 〈◊〉 heauines of hart Let vs be godly good in our pleasures it vvill neuer displease our maker neither vvill he grudge or repinâ—… at our ioy To this purpose haue I framed certayne hymns for thâ—… priuat solace of such as shall take delight there in One portion vvhereof I haue consecrated to you Let yt haue acceptance of you by your practice of yt I expect 〈◊〉 other guerdon for my paines For the highest knovves vvith vvhat an honest hart I composed this the rest vvhat a desire I had in the framing thereof for the good of many I haue euer hated epicurean resolution Let vs eate drinke to morrovve vve shall dye But I haue euer loued entyre 〈◊〉 exhortacion Let 〈◊〉 vs pray
praise god To morrovve vve shall liue For to loue is to liue vvhere vve loue the◅e vve liue If vve loue god vve shall liue in him by our prayers by our prayses all by one spirit O then let vs so loue him that vve may liue in him in our daylie voices that they may be hard to his glory our comfort good example of our brethren The god of heauen ioy your ◅art in all your life in your death that vve may all meete to sing together in the quire of heauen vvith the angells in the sauing mercies of our Sauiour Christ. Yours much more then mine ovvne W. LOE The first speach The spouse speakes to Christ. 1. IN ◅ed I sought my loue by night But could not find him there I sought him but he vvas farre off And did not come me neere 2. I rose vvalkt the streates to see If my soule could him find Whom I did vvant yet found I not The day starre of my mind 3. Thē rā I straight to those that teach And vvatch vvaite for me And sayd to thē cā ye shevve novve Where I my loue might see 4. And thus halfe spent vvith care cost My soule gan faint faile Loe then my loue did shevve himselfe vvould not let me quaile The spouse speakes to Christ. 5. So that by a nevve acte of faith I savve vvhere he vvas not We misse him in our beds of rest The vvorld is not his lott 6. The streets are strayts of cost care Where vve doe lose him quite But in the vvord soule of man We feele him in his might 7. But vvhē I found him hold I tooke Fast hold on him I layd Noe more to part vvith him at all Then he to me thus sayd The second speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. NOvve that my spouse hath toyld all night And lokt longd for me I charge you all that are my frends And looke to liue in glee 2. Stirre her not vp nor vvake my deere With toyes or tales of yore But let her rest in peace ioy And vexe her novve noe more 3. Oh vvho is this that comes so faire From out the foule vvorlds lane And hath shakt of her slough of sinne That vvould haue beene her bane 4. It is my Church my chaire of state Where I doe loue to be It is my doue my stay my deere It glads me her to see Christ speakes to his spouse 5. That is so quitt from vvorld of wo◅ From sinke of sinne shame She seekes to me for all her vvants Shee trusts to my great name 6. She smells as myrrh spice of cost Gracd vvith my chaines of loue She is my spouse no spott she hath She is my milke vvhit doue 7. All faire and full of grace most bright She comes she rūns to me Come on my deere make thou noe stay Thy loue thy life to see The third speach The spouse speakes 1. O novve my soule thou hast a glymse Of ioy that is on highe O blest are they that vevve it all Or doe that place come nighe 2. The courts on earth of kings most greate Are rich rare to vevve But this vvhere my Christ rules raignes For aye is faire nevve 3. The gard of this great court of state Are Saincts sprights of might That doe his vvill at all his beckes And dvvell vvith him in light 4. The courts of kings are made vvith hands Their care their cost is vaine But here 's a Court not made by mē Where my svveet Christ doe raigne The spouses speaketh 5. He in him selfe is all the state He giues his court the grace He is the light the hight the all That is still in that place 6. Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ see this court of rayes O take a vevve of this your life O seeke it all your dayes 7. Christ is your Bride groome you are To him a spouse most bright He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre And gaynd you vvith his might The fourth speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. HOvve faire art thou my deare my spouse With out eke vvith in Hovve voyd of filth or spotts of shame Of sinke or stinch of sinne 2. For I doe purge thee of the same My vvord doth make thee free they that teach to thee my lore Are all most svveet to thee 3. Their speach is full of grace loue To those that heare the same ◅heir vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue To keepe thee frō all blame 4. Those that doe rule giude the stearne Are as the necke to head They are both strong stout to gard The soules that they haue fed Christ speakes to his spouse 5. The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve Are breasts full fraught vvith milke And all that sucke the ioyce of thē Are clad in robes of silke 6. That is the grace of Saincts such Shall shine in rayes of rest Till day doth davvne shad doth fade And they for aye be blest 7. Thus art thou faire my loue in me In thee there is noe spott I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere Cleane voyd of sinne or blott The fift speach Christ speakes still 1. O novve my loue I haue thee sought And brought thee frō the lands I haue the led in bands of grace From out the curse bands 2. To me from all parts of the earth I vvill the giude call quite thou shalt be frō the bands Of them that did thee thra◅l 3. Who once did vexe greeue thee sore In bane in bloud in vvoe But I vvill set thee safe from them And rid thee from thy foe 4. For thou my hart hast caught with loue One cast of thy faire e◅e Of faith I meane doth vvound my hart which made me faint die Christ speakes still 5. All svveets the vvorld can yeald to me Are banes to thy svveet ◅mell Thou art my spouse in life death The graue shall not thee quell 6. The vvords vvhich from thy lipps doe droppe When thou dost pray or praise Are farre more svveet to me then svveets That sunne doth see by dayes 7. Thou art a spring to me shutt vp A vvell seald by my ring Frō vvhēce doth flowe pure streams of loue To me thy lord king The sixt speach Christ speakes 1. THou art closd vp my spouse my Deere That none might doe thee ill That force of foes nor rage of fēds On thee might doe their vvill 2. That noe vvild Boore of vvood so fell Thy rootes thy plants might marre For I looke on thee vvith mine eies And vevve their ire a farre 3. Thy plants are like svveet fruits of choice My deere ones all they are Of thee them as of mine eies I vvatch haue a care 4. Svveet sent as Myrrhe cane ye yeald As all cheefe spice of choice So are thy plants o Deere to me
For they doe heare my voice Christ speakes 5. For tast for touch for smell for hevve Thy fruits are all most pure I ioy to see them in this plight And in my loue so sure 6. From thee o spouse doth flovve full farre Thy streames to dales hills And I the spring doe flovve to thee To sill thy spouts thy rills 7. Who so of thee doth drink is drenchtâ—… And thirsts noe more for aie Thou art the streames of god to flowâ—… To soules that faint in vvaye The seuenth speach The Church speakes to Christ. 1. â—…f I be then so svveet my deere My Christ my God my Loue â—…he breathe on me with thy svveet breath That it my hart may moue 2. â—… all ye povvers of my svveete god Blovve on me North South â—…hat these my plants of my poore soule May blest be by his mouth 3. And make theÌ„ svveet to him as are The Plants of loue grace So shall my loue ioy still to come And glad him in this place 4. Yea he vvill come to me his ovvne vvhich he hath bought full deere And vvill take of the fruit that he Hath made to him so neere Christ speakes 5. I come my loue to thee myne ovvne As thou hast cald to me And as thou vvilt so vvill I take These fruits a part of thee 6. I see thy vvorkes thy vvords thy thoughts They all to me are svveet For they are mine I gaue theÌ„ thee And all else that is meete 7. Novve all ye blest of me Sainctâ—… Cheere vp glad your mind That yett in this deere loue of minâ—… Such grace loue doe find A Canticle or song Betweene Christ his church of the fift sixt chapters of the Song of Solomon metaphrased into Monosyllabls of Great Brittains language is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god And is set to the tune of Lord be my iudge thou shalt see PSAL. CXXVI To his much esteemed good frend Mr. WALTER PELL one of the assistants of the most vvorthy coÌ„panie of the marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb Ioy of both vvorlds LOuing frend If you vvould die vvell you must endeuour to liue vvell Then let your death be neuer so suddaine It vvill not come vnexpected neither vvill you be vnprepared The daies houers of daies that you haue spent in gods seruice either in praying or praysing him shal be so many cordialls of comforts â—… consciences of vvell led purposes vvill so take vp your hart in ioye solace that noe terrour of death or darkenes shall appale yt Who vvould not then be busie in this so serious so sacred a busines Let vs neuer thinke to be soundly merry if this be not our musique Reason Religion guides vs here vnto For veary Reason shevveth vnto vs that vve must all die Religion enlighteneth vs hovve vve may dye vvell Fooles iudge actions by euents But the vvise for see by iudgmeÌ„t of reason faith vvhat vvill inevitably ensue To this purpose all this is sayd That as I haue in myne endeered loue sent you an introduction herevnto in this paper token so you vvould accept practize it So shall I euer rest your votary praying to god for your eternall happines in Christ Iesus his sauing mercies Your perpetuall votary W. LOE The first speach Christ speakes to his spouse 1. I am come dovvne o spouse most deere To take those fruits of thine Which thou vvith hart of grace loue Dost knovve of erst vvere mine 2. I haue thought vvell of all thy workes As vvell of vvill as deede I dranke thy vvine vvith milke so svveet With loue they doe me feede 3. o you my freÌ„ds saincts most blest Cheere vp your selues vvith me And ioy your harts vvith this my spouse whose cates of love you see The church speakes 4. When once this vvorld had luld in sleepe Of sinne my selfe my seÌ„ce Yet vvakt mine hart to Christ my Deere thou didst dravve me thence Christ speakes to his spouse 5. Thou camst to me knockst full oft At doore of my poore hart Thou knockst I say full oft my dâ—…re And pearst me vvith thy dart 6. And saidst Ile come lodge vvith thee And dvvell vvith thee in grace Shut out the vvorld thy sinns thy shame let me come in place 7. For all the night I vvayte for thee My lockes vvith dropps of paine Are vvett all to stay for thee That I thy loue might gaine The second speach The Church speakes 1. I haue put of my coate sayd I Hovve shall I put it on My feete I vvasht shall I them â—…ile Oh noe my loue be gone 2. Thus did I plead for my long stay For vvho so loues my deere Must care carke strang things tast Of vvoe him to come neere 3. For cleane of soyle of vvoe ill Who liues that seekes my deere No No the vvorld vvill plague theÌ„ all That serues our god in feare 4. But vvheÌ„ my loue these vvords did heare He shrunke vvent me fro hid him selfe spake noâ—… more That I had searud him so The Church speakes 5. And then I rouzd my hart I yearnd That had him lost so sone I rose lokt chid my selfe For that vvhich I had done 6. I sought him but he hid him selfe And vvould not me come nigh I roard cride vsd all meanes I card not for to die 7. For that I had lost him my deere That sought me for his doue But yet I fouÌ„d him not nor knewe He hard my voice in loue The third speach The church speakes still 1. THe men that should haue had a care They smote did me vvound With vvords most false vaine they sought To ding me to the ground 2. I charge you all that loue the lord If that you shall him find Tell him hovve sicke I am of loue In hart in soule in mind 3. O vvhat say they is this thy Deere More then the sonnes of men That thou art thus farre goÌ„ in loue And aye doe not him ken 4. My loue sayd I is vvhite red His face is pure bright He is the cheefe choice of all In him is all the light The church speakes still 5. For god in him is full faire In grace in face in all His head fine gold his lockes 〈◊〉 flockes In him there is no gall 6. His eies like doues full of pure loue His cheeks as beds of spice His lips as svveet as flovvers in May. To me he is not nice 7. His haÌ„ds are sett vvith port priâ—… Pure myrrhe doth dropp him fro His vvill is rule of truth faith This is most true I knovve The fourth speach The spouses speaketh 1. Yea all his acts are firme strong As sett in gold most sure No shevve of change but streight cleere Both sound safe pure 2. His mouth is as svveet things
doe I lord both day and night For grace both beg and craue 2. SIGHE. O that there vvere such an hart iâ—… me to feare thee to keepe all thâ—… lavves that it might goe vvell vvith me mine for aye The third straine 1. LOrd turne thee to thy grace That once thou shewedst to me O saue me not for my good acts I seeke I sue to thee 2. My soule vvhy dost thou faint And art vvith greefe soe prest My hart my mind vvhy doe you thus Fret â—…ore vvithin my brest 3. Trust soule to god for aye And thou the time shalt see When thou shalt thinke thanke him still For health peace to thee 4. For vvhy his vvrath doth last A space and then doth slacke But in his face grace for aye Thou canst not ioy long lacke 5. Though gripes and greefes full sorâ—… Doe lodge vvith thee all night Yet ioy and grace shal be at hand Ere that the day be light 6. The lord is kind and meeke When vve doe make him greeue He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv Great grace he doth vs giue 7. And loe vvhat loue good men To their ovvne seede doe beare Like grace the lord doth shevve to such As searue him in his feare 3. SIGHE. O that I had vvings like a doue my svvete loue that I might fly hence to thee so be at rest both in mind in thought in hart in soule and in mine vvhole The fourth straine 1. THE lord that made me knovves My shape my mould my lust â—…vve vveake hovve vaine hovve fraile hovve fond And that I am but dust 2. god in me set vp A pure hart in thy sight â—…d eke in all my parts let be A good and meeke svveete spright 3. With thy svveete spright of povver Cure thou o lord my sore And I shall teach the good and ill To bovve to thy svvete lore 4. My soule doth pant and bray Mine hart is neere at rest â—…t seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill And vvhat may please thee best 5. O vvould it might thee please My vvaies to sett in right That I might both in hart and deed Thy lavves to keepe in sight 6. O lord I doe tend still My daies my time to serue That I nor mieÌ„ may haue a thought From thy lavves once to svverue 7. O saue me then o god Looke on me vvith thy health For that I rate at such a price More theÌ„ the vvide vvorlds wealth 4. SIGHE. O let the vvords of my mouth the thoughts of my hart the tune of my voice touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne Eue none daye The fift straine 1. WIth ioy lord of the Iust Let my poore soule be fraught That I may liue in peace and glee And free from all that 's naught 2. Lord keepe me for in thee I stay and stand and feed Thou art my god and of my goods O lord thou hast noe need 3. I giue them to the Saincts That in the vvorld doe dvvell Yea to the folke of faith and loue Whose care is to doe vvell 4. My hart is prest for aye And eke my tongue is soe I vvill raise vp my soule in song In spight of hell and foe 5. To praise my god that hath Shevvd loue and life to me And made me scape both bloud blovve And soe did sett me free 6. O lord vvhat shall I pay To thee for this thy grace I vovve to thee my selfe my life My loue and all my race 7. Grant lord I beg and pray In thee that vve may rest So shall our soules sing to thy praise And aye in thee be blest 5. SIGHE. O my god vvhy art thou gone from me and vvhy dost thou hide thâ—… svveete face from my prayer for seeke thee sue to thee vvith all mâ—… hart and that thou knovvst full vvell The sixt straine 1. MY soule giue praise to god My spright shall doe the same â—…d all the parts of hart and mind Shall praise for aye his name 2. â—…ue thankes for all his gifts Shevv soule thy selfe most kind â—…d let not his good deeds to thee Once slipp out of thy mind 3. â—…e quitt thee of thy faults He rid thy life from death â—…is good his grace doth vvaite on thee His vvord doth giue thee breath 4. If thou vvert brought to graue And turnd to mould dust Yet he vvill giue thee life in store As he to thee is iust 5. Teach me then lord to knovve Thy lavve thy loue thy lore Thy vvorkes thy vvords as signes sealâ—… I le lay them vp in store 6. O day of ioy to me When I learnd first to knovve Hovve for to scape my selfe my sinâ—… And hell that is soe lovve 7. I giue mine all to thee My bud my branch my fruite I beg of thee o lord my god To grant to me my suite 6. SIGHE. O my god to thy hands I giue â—… spright thou hast bine a pledge for mâ—… and that to death o god Thou art thâ—… the god both of my health life râ—… for aye The seuenth straine 1. O Lord thou hast me tride And day by day dost knovve 〈◊〉 thoughts my vvords my lookes my deeds My sighs my groans my vvoe 2. â—…y bones they are not hid Thou knevvst them all each one â—…r in thy note they vvere all vvrote Each ioynt and bone by bone 3. â—…ie still and search mine hart My thoughts proue day night â—…d if the ill doe touch me lord O leade me to the right 4. â—…r thou canst rule my raines As vvhen I vvas in vvombe giude me in this life of mine And rest me in my tombe 5. Keepe me from men that muse Of bloud of bane of ill O let me thinke of thee o lord And hovve to doe thy vvill 6. So shall noe shame me taynt My corps my goods my namâ—… So shall I rest in ioy and peace And touch noe blot of shamâ—… 7. So shall thy folke for me Be glad and sing thy praise So shall my selfe my seed my soâ—… Be thine in all my daies 7. SIGHE. O let not my suite come in 〈◊〉 to thee but heare o my god anâ—… to my soule I am and vvill be thy 〈◊〉 from hell thy port from the sea of 〈◊〉 vvorld and vvill bring thee to theâ—… of blisse A months minde â—…o Thinke on death muse 〈◊〉 the graue that the feare of death â—…ay not be fierce vvhen Christ shall call vs out of this vvorld is to be song in the tune of I sayd I vvill looke to my vvaie PSALM XXXIX death I vvill be thy death saith â—…rist for he is the death of death the â—…eath of sinne the life of man the breath of god for man to liue there in vvorld vvith out end HAMBOROUGH Januarij 24. 1620. To his much respected good frend Mr. THOMAS BARKER one of â—…e assistants of the worthy
my deere Shevv thou thy loue in praise teach my name my fame to all So long as last thy daies The spouse speaketh 7. If thou my deere vvouldst haue 〈◊〉 doâ—… As thou hast bid to me Then graÌ„t me grace to act the samâ—… And thou it sone shalt see A METAPHRASE Of the first and second chapâ—…ers of Ieremies Lamentations for â—…he sacking burning of Ierusalem and â—…he temple by Nebuchadnezer king of Babell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. EDWARD MEEDE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of Merchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough Grace in this vvorld and ioy in the other ALL happines in the lord Iesus I present vnto you a part of Ieremies Lamentations metaphrased You may see herein my true hart vnto you all In the midst of lamentable discoÌ„tents I tuned my soule tongue pen to the land of god And the rather in these lamentations for that they sorted some vvhat to my retired meditations One tyme or other all men are not as they vvould be It is the condition of gods children Happie is that man that can vse gods scourge to his amen dement The great moderator of all things knovves his children fittest to be made palmes to be spread vvith burthens vvaights not to be Oliues That so vve might more thinke of our victorie then of our rest It is enoughe for vs that vve shall once triumph in heauen rest for all To this holy rest and eternall tranquillity godgiude vs all into vvhose blessed keeping I recommend you in Christ sauing mercies And rest Yours much deuoted W. LOE The first depth FRoÌ„ dumps doomes of vvoe From depth of vvrath â—…re we call vve crie vve roare o lord With zeale as hot as fire The state vvhere once thy name Was great in light of grace Is led a slaue by force of vvarre A curse is in the place Our streeats that flockt vvith folke Most rich in cloths most gay Are novve made void laid full vvast By night and eke by day We that did rule and raigne And brusd the vvorld vviâ—… might Doe novve pay taxe tole disme By force of armes in spight We vveepe full sore all night By day our teares doe fall Our eies are sore our cheekes are wett Yet on the lord vve call They that did loue vs once vvere our frends in shevve Are turnd to gall and doe vs kill As ferce as doth our foe The second depth OUr prince is made a slaue To sitt vvith folke most base We find noe rest but vvoe and moane shame doth fill our face our sinne our sinne hath greeud The lord of hosts full sore Our shame our shame for that doth come On vs novve more and more Our things of vvorth the foe Hath seizd all to his hand They staine the church of thy great name We caÌ„ them not vvith stand The facts that vve haue done Are all filths in his sight He pluckes vs dovvne none doth build Not one vvill doe vs right We sighe for bread in vvant We giue our vvealth for yt O helpe svveete lord for vve are vile O dravve vs from this pitt O let all those that passe Looke on my vvoe see If ere they savve the like of this That novve is done to me The third depth IN all my bones is fire A net my feete hath caught God turnes his face makes me faynt His vvrath it hath me taught His hand is on my necke His yoke hath bound me sore He beares his haÌ„d so hard on me That I can rise noe more My men of force are gone My young men crusht vvith might My maids babes are trod to dust And all this in my sight For these things vveeps myne eieâ—… My soule is farre from glee The foe doth force me to this woe And none doth care for me We stretch our hands for helpe And none doth take a care We are as is the filth of all They looke not hovve vve fare Yet thou art iust o lord For vve haue gone from thee Thou vvilt vs helpe for this at last O shevve thy face to me The fourth dept MY Preests gaue vp the ghost While they did seeke for meate The old men eke gaue vp their breath O lord our vvoe is great I am in greefe o lord Mine hart is fild vvith vvoe The svvord doth kill Death doth rage For that thou art my foe When I doe sigh grone Noe eie doth care for me My foes doe ioy glad themselues My vvoe moane to see O let my sighes o lord Loud crie make in thine 〈◊〉 I haue done ill cleaÌ„se me of that And rid mine eies froÌ„ tearâ—… O lord vvhy vvith a cloud So black of vvrath ire Hast thou vs clad and cast vs dovvne Why are vve burnt vvith fire The lord doth raze our race Our stocke our flocke our all Dovvne to the ground he dings vs fast Our prince our peeres doe fall The fift depth THe strength of all our house Is spent yea all is gone â—…he lords ferce vvrath hath cut vs of To helpe vs there is none â—…e bends his bovve at vs He shootes vs through full sore He kills the choice of all our flocke O lord vvhat vvilt thou more Our forts of fence strength Our fields so fresh so full â—…re all laid vvast our goods our babes Our foes from vs doe pull The king Preest at once The church state doe vvaiâ—… The daies of feasts are turnd to faâ—… The lord he doth vs quaile The lord hath cast dovvne all They roare make a noice With in thy house o'god ouâ—… king Where once vvas hard our voice Our vvall our vvealth our state Our god vvill lay full lovve His hand is bent to stricke vs all Thy vvill o lord is so The sixt depth The lavve and all is gone Noe preest noe peere of light â—…he lord hath rid vs of them all Not one doth come in sight The graue men of our state The sage such as giude â—…oe sitt on grouÌ„d in dust clay With sacke they cloth their side â—…ine eies to see this faile vvith teares they drope melt â—…he babes doe sovvne in midst of street Such vvoe vvant they felt â—…hey crie for bread for drinke To all that stand them nighe And in their lapps that gaue theÌ„ sucke They faint faile die What vvoe is like to ours Our breach as seas doe roaâ—… There 's none can helpe or heale our vvoâ—… O lord our greefe is sore They that should see say And tell vs of our sinne
shevve thy smile to me 3. It is full good for man In youth to beare thy rod For he shall learne there by to knovve The lord to be his god 4. Then sitts he pale vvan And mute vvith out a peâ—…are He will take heede all tymes that 〈◊〉 Doe searue the lord in feare 5. And if he see there 's hope His mouth from dust vvill cry And to the lord make plaint 〈◊〉 To day that he doth dye 6. He giues his cheeke to such As smite him doe taunt He vvil not giue his eare to those That vaine vile things chaâ—… The sixt depth 1. â—…He lord doth not for aye Cast of his choice of men â—…ut though they greeue yet in his tyme. He takes them from that den 2. â—…or by his vvill the lord Greeues not his flocke at all â—…ot doth he crush the sonnes of meÌ„ When they on him doe call 3. â—…e rights men in their ill The face of the most high â—… sett to helpe the flocke of Christ Yea he vvill dravve them nigh 4. Out of gods ovvne svveet moâ—… Comes forth not good ill When vve are plagud it is our 〈◊〉 That doth our deare soules kill 5. Let vs then search our vvaies And turne to our good god So shall he quite put farre from His scourge his plague his 〈◊〉 6. Lift vp both hand hart To him that dvvells on hiâ—… And shevve our sinns ours 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Least that for them vve dye The seuenth depth 1. â—…Hou hast vs slayne o lord And hidst vs vvith a cloud â—… that our sute comes not to thee Though vve doe cry full loud 2. â—…e are as drosse and doung Our foes doe on vs rage feare snare is come on vs And that from age to age 3. â—…ine eies cease not to vveepe But day by daye vve moane â—…ill thou o lord dost looke from high ease vs of our grone 4. My eies and hart doe ake The one vvith teares doth runâ—… My hart it sobbs sighes full soâ—… For that vvhich I haue done 5. Men chase me like a bird They haue cut of my life They cast great stones to keepe mâ—… dovvâ—… They kill me in their strife 6. Yet from these depths o lord I haue cald on thy name Thou to my voice vvilt giue an 〈◊〉 And ease me of the same The eight depth 1. THou vvontst to say Feare not Thou vvontst my cause to plead â—…nd to the streames of loue life Thou vvast vvont me to lead 2. â—… lord my vvronge thou seest Iudge thou my cause vvith those â—…hat gape hope to eate me vp With rage they doe me close 3. â—…hou lord hast hard their cries Hovve they doe rage roare â—…ovve they doe spite spitt at me And raue still more more 4. They make their songs on me They iest gibe mocke When they sitt dovvne or rise 〈◊〉 walâ—… They flout they feare thy flocâ—… 5. Giue them their lott o lord Looke on the vvorke the vvrougâ—… Giue them thy curse vvith greef of haâ—… That haue my vvoe thus soughâ—… 6. Cast them all cleane from thee Let not the earth them beare For that they doe not seeke to the But rage vvith out all feare A METAPHRASE Of the fourth and fift Chapters of Ieremies Lamentations for the sacking burning of Ierusalem and the temple by Nebuchadnezer king of Babell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of 〈◊〉 gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. xxv To his much esteemed good frend Mr. JOHN STAMPE marchant one of the coÌ„panie of the Merchants-Adventurers residing at Hamborough Eternall blisse in Christ Iesus MYNE vnfained loue in Christ vnto you Noe vvise man vvould sell his thoughts for all the vvorld For as they are much pleasing to a mans selfe so are they beneficiall vnto others I little thought vvhe I began to make an Essay into this businesse that it vvould haue enlarged it selfe into eleuen branches What it is as it is Euen the all of it I devote to all my table-brothers Wherein your selfe haue a part I shall desire your aecentance vvith the rest And euen so herein I commeÌ„d my loue to you my lines to the vvorlds rensure the vse of theÌ„ to gods children for vvhose sâ—…ke I haue endeuored this Thus 〈◊〉 my prayers for your succesfuâ—… prosperity in all things I leaue yoâ—… to gods sauing grace Remaying Your affectionate W. LOE The first depth 1. HOvve is our gold so dymme The fine gold hovve i st lost The stones of the lords house are vvast This is our case our cost 2. Our sonnes that vvere so strong Are trod as clay in streete And as the potts so are they broke They crush theÌ„ vvith their feete 3. The formes of fish in sea That are most strange to see Yea they to young ones yeald their breasts with vs this may not bee 4. The babe that suckes is drye For bread the young ones cry But bread breast they can hauâ—… noâ—… And so they faint dye 5. They that did feede most fine The crusts most course vvould haue They that put on their robs of silkâ—… The pigs â—…oote seekes craue 6. The vvoe that vve doe bere Is farre more great then vvhen our god did rayne fell fire froÌ„ skey And burnt the sonnes of men The second depth 1. THey that vvere pure as snovve And vvhite as is the milke That lookt so red so fresh so faire And clad them selues vvith silke 2. They are as blacke as cole By face they are not knowne Their skin is parcht cleaues to bones They vvaile they vveepe they moane 3. They vvhom the svvord doth kill We count in a good case â—…or they that liue doe pine for vvant Both they all their race 4. The babes that sucke the 〈◊〉 We seeth for meat in poâ—… Or else vve pine for vvant of 〈◊〉 Our limbs doe fade râ—… 5. The lord is vvrath vvith vs On vs he shoures his ire And vve are cleane put out of 〈◊〉 He burnes vs vp vvith fire 6. The kings of all the earth Doe stand in maze to see Our foes march in our streats 〈◊〉 roâ—… vve poore soules to flee The third depth 1. BUt this is come to vs For that vve shed the bloud Of such as vvere most neere to god And shevvd vs all the good 2. The bloud I say of them Doth cry gainst vs to god And novve vve feele his hand of ire His scourge his vvhipe his rod. 3. This bloud of men so iust Hath bine our bane our vvoe And made vs turne our backes froÌ„ such As made them selues our foe 4. For vve card not for Preeste Nor those that did vs good But vvere both ferce fell to them We stroue to shee l their bloud 5. For this our eies doe vvatch And vvaite still doe faile No helpe noe hand is strecht to â—… And
so vve faint quaile 6. The foe doth hunt our stepps As vve goe in the streete They kill they cry they roare on vâ—… They tread vs vvith their feete The fourth depth 1. THey hunt vs in the feilds On hills in dales they kill We dare not once loke out of dore Our streats vvith dead they fill 2. The breath of all our liues Is caught fast in their snare And left he is in plight full ill Both base poore bare 3. Let these be glad that dvvell Farre of out of this place Take heede least you doe moue the lord Gainst you to turne his face 4. For he hath plagud vs sore For all our sinnes ill And yet vve hope he vvill lokebâ—… And cease our folke to kiâ—… The V. CAP. 5. O lord call thou to mind What is come on vs all Take heede to vs that in our vvâ—… To none but thee doe call 6. Our lands our rents our all The foe from vs doe take The folke that are to vs most strang A prey of vs doe make The fiftâ—… depth 1. Our babes doe knovve noe sires And they that gaue the breast Doe sitt and sighe roare cry Ne can they take their rest 2. Our drinke to vs is sold Our vvood vve buy full deare And all this ill is come on vs For thâ—…e vve did not feare 3. Our neckes are prest vvith yokes On vs they lie full sore We moile toyle haue noe rest O lord vvhat vvilt thou morâ—… 4. To those that be our foes For bread vve giue our hands They tire on vs make a prey They breake in to our lands 5. They that are dead gone O lord haue done the sinne And vve poore soules doe pay the price These take vs in their gin 6. Base slaues vvhom vve did beate Ore vs novve rule and tire there is none that doth vs helpe Our feete stickes in the mire The sixt depth 1. OUr bread vve gett vvith dread It costs vs halfe our life â—…e vvaile in midst of vvoe waste All night all day in strife 2. Our skin like to a Moore Is black for vvant of meate Our parts are parcht to skin and bone Thy vvrath o lord is great 3. Our maids they make a prey To serue their minds lusts Our vviues they vvronge in all our sights Yet lord thy hand is iust 4. By hand our prince they hang The old men they doe scorne Our greeâ—…e doth last till it be night And eke till it be morne 4. They make our young onâ—… 〈◊〉 And toyle like horse in mill Their backes they load vvith batâ—… of 〈◊〉 Till that they doe them kill 5. The old men sitt noe more To iudge the cause in gate The young meÌ„ vvaile that vvont to sing Oh vvhen vvill be our date 6. Our ioy of hart is gonâ—… Our daunce is turnd to moane our minds doe muse of nought but vvoe We sitt sighe grone The seauenth depth 1. THe crovvne is gone from vs And all the rule is fled What shall vve doe o lord our god Our sinne hath struck vs dead 2. For sinne our hart is faynt For sinne our eies are dymme For sinne our foes doe vvarre on vs And rend vs limbe by limbe 3. Our hills and dales are vvaste The foxe doe roome range These things to see our harts doe bleed To vs it is most strange 4. Yet lord thou art for aye Thy throne is sett full sure Thou canst vs helpe vvhen hope is gone O lord novve doe vs cure 5. Why then dost hide thy face And vvilt not on vs looke Thou vvilt at last thy grace vs giue That is vvrote in thy booke 6. Turne to vs lord vve praye And then vve shall see grace O giue to vs the daies of old Thy name sett in this place 7. What shall thy vvrath like fire Still last and burne kill O cease svveet lord vve doe thee pray So shalt thou find noe ill Seauen dumpes ON THE SEAUEN WORDS â—…hat Christ spake on the crosse which shevve the seauen depthes of the lavves curse vvhich our lord did feele for our sinnes And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. GEORGE FRANKLYN on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb Grace here Glory hereafter in Christ. LOuing and beloued The vvords of a dying father or of a dying frend are vvont to take deepe impression in the minds memories of good natures Whose vvords shall pearce if the vvords of our Christ our dying Christ and that for vs his last also Whos 's I say if not his To you I send the last vvords of Christ in the last place yet you are not the least in my loue The first in intention is last in excecution And nothing is conveayed to the intellectuall povvers that is not first in the sensible parts It vvas gods purpose of our Christ euen in the creatioÌ„ that he should be thus vpon the crosse See then your Christ at his last Tune your dolefull dumps to a sad soule and ioy in sobbs For he prayes cries yells promiseth perfecteth all that vve may be all in all vvith god What can be more Christ passion is the modell of our profession yea the medall of our perfection For gods strength is perfected in our vveakenes We may sovve in teares vve shall reape in ioy Let my spring be vvett so that I may haue a plentifull Autume I care not Vir dolorum can best tune his voice to dolours If god vvill haue it so His vvill be done He did so vvith his ovvne We cannot imagine our condition free God giude vs through all by his sauing grace To vvhich I shall euer recommend you and rest Your more then much affectionate W. LOE 1. O god my soule lift vp stretch mine hart in tvvaine That it may feele faile die For life is in this paine 2. My poore hart is so full fraught vvith thought of thee That it s nighe rent to see thy loue So much so maine for me 3. O take thy crosse and nailes And straine my hart at length That thy deare loue may not be pent But shevve my soule thy strength 4. And novve my thoughts are free Thy loue to vevve in sight My hart doth pant for that noe more It feeles here of thy might 5. O fill my hart once more And stretch straine it still That I may lothe loue no more My sinne that brought this ill 6. But I vvant space in hart And grace in all my life To end my smart in sight of this And sinnes that are so rife 7. But since my hart o god Holds not a sight of thee O doe thou lord hold fast my hart And shevve thy loue to me The first Dumpe ON THE FIRST WORD Father forgiue them for they knovve not vvhat they doe Luck 23. verse 34. 1. WHat
voice is this so shrill That souÌ„ds thus in mine eare O put from them their sinns o god That knovves not vvhat 's thy feare 2. Is not thy voice o Christ On crosse vvhen thou didst hang And eke for those that did thee kill I st not thy voice that sang 3. A tune to god on highe With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd To see thy deere loue stretch so farre made the vvorld so easd 4. They knevve not vvhat they did Was ere such a thing seene To pray for those that made a prey In vvoes so sharp so keene 5. O soule full oft thou hast Not knovven vvhat thou hast done Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe But in thy Christ gods sonne 6. O pray my soule for them That hate thee to the graue And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once Its Christ that must thee saue 7. When foes doe curse blesse them For Christ hath taught thee so who prayd for such as did him kill And brought to curse vvoe The next dumpe ON THE NEXT WORD Verily I say vnto thee This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice Luck 23. v. 43. 1. O soule looke vp to this And harke vvhat voice thou hearst Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death Doth heare vvhat i st thou fearst 2. Then sure he vvill thee heare And giue eare to thy crye Novve that he sitts on throne in state is thy god so nighe 3. A theefe doth cry call Christ heares him by and by O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure If thou dost call cry 4. O learne it is but one To vvhom Christ grants an eare That sued to him in death at last And sought him in his feare 5. Yet it is one my soule Least thou shouldst faynt dye And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare In death vvhen thou shalt cry 6. And yet it is but one Least soule thou shouldst be proud And thinke that god vvould heare thee still When that thy cry is loud 7. O learne svveet soule by this To sue to god in life driue not of till death doe come To die in iarre strife The third Dumpe ON THE THIRD WORD Behold thy mother Behold thy sonne John 19. v. 26. 27 1. SEe soule if ere the like Was hard that novve is seene That Christ should care in midst of death And greefes that vvere so keene 2. For those that could not helpe But savve him in that plight Burst soule and die to see his loue To her that bare his might 3. And eke to him vvhose lone Was fixt sure in his breast That Christ should care in midst of greefe That he should liue in rest 4. She that vvhose seede did bruse The head of hell death Hath hart all prest vvith vvoe and greefe To see Christ lose his breath 5. O child see that thou loue And loke and long for good To those that haue thee borne bred are thee nighe in bloud 6. Shall not our Christ loue those Thinke you that searue him still And haue a care of all such folke That seeke to doe his vvill 7. My soule they are all deare He cares for all their seede Ne shall there one that serues ouâ—… god Be void of his full meede The fourth dumpe ON THE FOURTH WORD My god my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me MAT. 27. VERS 46. 1. O novve my soule giue eare To this great cry and yell That shakes the heauens moues the earth And teares the povvers of hell 2. My god my god cries Christ Why putts thou me thee fro And vvhy dost hide thy face froÌ„ me As if I vvere thy foe 3. O soule he cries for thee That thou maist haue gods light And nere be cast in pit full lovve And hid out of his sight 4. This cry did darke the sunne In full smyle of its beames O soule doth not it dymme thy sight And cause of teares full streames 5. My soule great is our sinnes That causd these groanes cries My eares that heare are dull and deafe My hart it faynts dies 6. What paine didst thou o Christ For me base vvretch then beare That thou didst yell cry roare In such great greefe feare 7. Wast not that I might nere Feele god goe from my hart Wast not o Christ that I might noâ—… Of hell once feele the smart The fift dumpe ON THE FIFT WORD I thirst Iohn 19. v. 28. 1. What thirst vvas this o Christ That thou dist feele so fell That made thee call for drinke in drought That causd thee thus to yell 2. Wast not for my poore soule Thou didst cry in thy thirst That I might tast the streames of ioy That man had at the first 3. And nere to thirst for aye But haue the streames full glad That ioy the hart soule all And blesse the mind that 's sad 4. Thou art the rocke o Christ From vvhence the source doth flovve That makes vs feele noe thirst at all But vp vvards for to grovve 5. Come to this source my soule And drench thy deepe sad mind Thou cast not chuse but here thou must A vvell of blisse sure find 6. For Christ didst thirst for thee That thou mights drinke I say The streames that flovve from throne of god vvhere Christ doth dvvell for aye 7. All soules doe thirst for this All saincts for this doe crye bray as harts doe for the flouds And so to faynt dye The sixt dumpe ON THE SIXT VVORD It is finished IOHAN 19. vers 30. 1. NOvve all is done my soule That can be done for thee The houres of death povvers of hell Are all put farre from me 2. Christ novve hath paid the debt The bond in tvvo is rent The lavve the curse the vvoe the crosse Is laid on him that 's sent 3. Loe Christ hath tane from thee Thy sinne thy shame thy crosse And rid thee from the hags of hell That vvould haue vvrought thy losse 4. Novve is the vvorld all iudgd All povvers of death hell Haue done their vvorst novve in vvoe Doe cry roare yell 5. It s done It s done saith Christ Ye all is past cleare That thou my soule maist liue in blisse be to god most deare 6. Is this the vvay o Christ That vve tast vvoe vvith thee That so vve may once rule raigne And thy svveet face still see 7. O lett thy vvill o lord Be done of vs in fine And by vs let thy vvill be done That still vve may be thine The seuenth dumpe ON THE SEVENTH WORD Father into thy hands doe I commend my spirit Luck 23. vers 46. 1. O come ioy of mine hart seaze my soule vvith this What is there ought in the vvide vvorld That caÌ„ be more to blisse 2. Then for my soule to heare My Christ his soule to giue In to the hands of god my lord There still for aye to liue 3. Novve soule thou seest thy blisse And vvhere thou maist be sure To haue thy rest thy ioy thy stay Thy loue thy life thy cure 4. O blest are they that dye They rest from all their care When once the lord doth sett them free What Death or Hell can dare 5. In his o soule thy Christ For thine made suite to god Thou needst not feare the day of death Nor graue nor hell his rod 6. For thou art safe in him That keepes thy life in store And it is hid in Christ thy lord What canst thou vvishe novve more 7. O soule Die in these vvords Giue vp thy selfe in fine To god in Christ feare no ill For he saies Thou art mine To him that made these Hymnes WHen vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like muse Hovv on vvhile drencht in sobs sighs for sinne And yet more lâ—…vv the Paths of death doth vse There seisd vvith greef yet prayes then sours euen in Heauens gate it self and there true loue doth find And then its Christ doth see and vevv his payne His cross his speare-pearst side his greef of mind Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy greef as on half slayne I must euen at thy muse hovv vvell hovv fit it lymms It s greef sobs sighs tears in tunes in songs hymns I. P. To him that made these hymns THer 's but one god that this vvorld one hath made One Christ one Truth one faith one hope one loue To serve this one in hymns of ones dost shade Thy zeale to teach vs that in one vve moue Loe as thy hymns be ones so is thy name but odd Hovv fitt both name hymns doe ioyne to praise one god Thus ten one in one thou hast novve framd That vve in one should keepe the lavve often Thus by seaven seaven thou hast them so namd For seaven tymes seaven day by day vve breake them Loe your hymns of one Ten one seaven by seaven Learns god to laud his lavve to keepe the vvay to heauen G. F. Aleph Betâ—… Gimel Daleth 〈◊〉 Vau. Zain Heth. Teth. Jod Caph. Lamed Mem. Nun. samech Aiâ—… Pe. Zade Koph Resch Shin Than Aleph Beth. Gimel Daleth He. Vâ—… Zain Heth. Teth. Iod. Caph. Lamed Meâ—… Nun. samech Ain Pe. Zade Koph Resh Shin Thâ—…u