yield the heart but why Should not the heart be yielded when The way of Saints the best of ways And they are sure the best of Men. And why not yield the heart when as The God of Saints the best of Gods And his Love is the best of Loves And their Loves are the best by odds Come all ye Angels of the Heavens Come all the World I 'le joyn with you Come help me Love my loved Prize I love her do you Love her too Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires I 'le love my own and onely Love And nothing shall my Heart remove Another to the Tune of Psal 113. THe people saw her sparkling Rays And did upon her Beauty gaze And call'd my Church a blessed one And Queeus and Concubines whose hearts Had never felt what love imparts Yet spake her commendation Thus Baalam cry'd How comely are Thy Tents O Israel how fair Yet had no heart to yield the fort 'T is easie to commend the way The natural conscience hath a ray But O! 't is hard to yeild the heart And why not yeild the heart now VVhen My Saints are sure the best of men And this their way the best of ways Their God the best of gods and when Their VVork the best of works and then The best of Joys for endless days Let Queens admire their own desires And Concubines their lustful fires And Virgins dote on whom they please I 'le love my own and only Love And nothing shall my heart remove 'T is thine my Dove here take the Keys CANT VI. 10. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning fair as the moon clear as the sun terrible as an army with banners HYMN 109. WElcome the time that brings the news Of the Returning of the Jews Whose Kings are all in Armour drest And Sions foes are dispossest A new created people which Unlookt-for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall And make the Nations tremble all This is the lovely Morning-light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth Like to the Sun 's resplendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho kept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin And sad the case that they were in Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns Equip't for blood like men of War Their sleeping Souls awak'ned are O what a glorious sight is this O what a heart-rejoicing ' t is That those that at a distance stood Return the purchase of my blood Another to the Tune of Psal 113. NEws from the Confines of the East There Kings in Armour all are drest To make the Nations tremble all A new created People which Unlook for shall the World enrich And give my Foes a final fall This is a lovely Morning light That breaks out of a darksome Night And gradually advanceth forth First as the Moon in dusky fair Then as the Sun with light most clear Who 's this and what her splendent worth Heirs of the Promise tho keept out Whose are the Covenants no doubt Tho long sequestred for their sin Lo now the Morning twilight dawns And they come marching o're the lawns From out the Dungeons they were in O! what a glorious sight is this O! what a heart-rejoicing 't is That now the purchase of my Blood In all my Saints compleated is And Jews and Gentiles coalesce That heretofore at distance stood CANT VI. 11. I went down into the Garden of Nuts to see the fruits of the Valley and to see whether the Vine flourished and the Pomegranates budded HYMN 110. ROuse thee O Israel Child of the Valley where Put from the presence of the mate Sad thy rejectings were O thou hast been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such husky Shells from thee All comforts were debar'd There was a Kernal but There was no coming at it By unbelief thou wert as if For thy destruction fatted At last I heard in thee A ratling of the bones As if they would together come And real sighs and groans I will go down and see Whether the Vines are good And Grapes abound and give us hopes And the Pomegranates bud If so the work is done Thy Foes are put to flight To Rocks and Mountains they shall run For shelter if they might Another to the Tune of Psal 124 O Israel Child of the Valley where No Tongue can tell What 's thy afflicted state Sequestred from The presence of thy Mate Whose doom was just For casting off my fear And me so soon Hence thy rejectings were Thou 'st been to me Garden of Nuts so hard So dry such Husks Could'st not be opened Kernel there was But none upon it fed Thy unbelief Did thy return retard And slighting me Thy Prayer was not heard At last I hear A ratling of the Bones As if they 'd come Together suddenly Thy God will come And see how all things lye Is it a thing That 's real Are there groans And tears and fruits And supplications O doth the Vine Flourish the Grapes abound And give us hopes Do the Pomegrantes bud Hath God inspir'd Their hearts with real good Thy God will come If these be in thee found And lead thee forth VVith safety thee surround CANT VI. 12. Or ever I was aware my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib HYMN 111. SION awake the day is come Rouse as a Lion from thy den Th' alarm sounds that ne're did yet My Spirit is up Awaken then You Angels get your Chariots ready Prepare you for this long'd-for day Hast hast come I am drest already My Soul 's a wing I cannot stay Amminadibs Chariots drove fast But never drove so fast as mine Amminadib was not in such hast Nor flew so fast on wings of time A willing God a willing People Both hot upon the same design They 'r both agreed there 's not a scruple To interpose to while off time Our Hearts are swifter than our Charets We 'l both conspire from our places Thou here and I from lofty Garrets We 'l lift this World from of its basis My Soul admire what hast he speeds To fetch his Captives out of thrall With winged flames to help their needs That pickled lay in Salt and Gall. Another to the Tune of Psal 124. ROuse there is life The long'd-for day is come Th' Alarm sounds Where it ne're sounded yet Their hearts have ears They 'r peirced to the quick I 'le now go down And do what 's to be done My heart 's on fire I 'le be their Light and Sun You blessed Angels get you Chariots ready My Royal Spirit Is up I must away My Soul is all A-wing I cannot stay Amminadib That drove so fast and steddy Had not my hast Come I am drest already A willing God And willing People met With resolutions stronger than the Charets They from below I from my lofty Garrets
Stay me with flaggons comfort me with apples for I am sick of love HYMN 35. O What redundant love is this What flowing streams break down the banks More than enough O Lord it is Love me but less I 'le give thee thanks Here 's love beyond all bounds and measure So free so full so large so quick 'T is strange to see so vast a treasure Love made me well and makes me sick But sick for more and sick to see The Fountain whence these streams do flow Yet sick for more and sick to be In place where this vast love doth grow Stay me with Flaggons of that Wine Was prest out of thy self the Vine Thy Blood O Christ will stay the Fire That burns in me sick with desire O let the Apples of my love Cool Fires in my Love sick heart Till I below and thou above Shall meet at last and never part Till I am sick I am not well O that I had this sickness Lord Such Joy doth in love sickness dwell Such as my health could ne're afford CANT II. 6. His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me HYMN 36. MY aking head and heart Thou hast a hand to stay Another hand that shall impart Embraces all the day In both thy hands O Christ My safety is secured Within the foldings of thy arms My Soul is safe immured Castles and Towers are No safeguard in my case Nor all the Oceans Oaken walls With me have any place Only his circling Arms As with a Wall of Fire Defends me from the dreadful harms Which Sin and Hell conspire Besides the help that 's in 't The Love that streams this way Conveys more Spirits to my heart Than fear can take away It is O let it be The great support I find That when I faint for want of thee Thou have me in thy mind CANT II. 7. I charge you O ye daughters of Jerusalem by the roes and hinds of the field that ye sti◠not up nor awake my Love until 〈◊〉 please HYMN 37. O Let him take his rest that hath Travell'd so long so far To rescue Souls from burning wrath O make it all your care You Daughters of Jerusalem You that pretend to love him O give him no disturbance then Nor to disquiet move him I charge you by the Hinds and Roes Those loving Creatures shall Witness against you as your foes And on you Vengeance call If you more bruitish than the Beast That wont molest his Master Shall by your Sin disturb his rest And bring him to disaster O Christ my Love Give thou the charge The house and all is thine O take the Keys and the walk at large Command whate're is mine I cannot bind them to the Peace A weak and private man Authority can make them cease Let Sin do what it can CANT II. 8. The voice of my beloved behold he comes leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills HYMN 38. 'T Is my beloveds Voice I 'm sure 'T is not a Stranger 's fallacy That breatheth in the Word so pure In which I learn that he is nigh Behold I see him coming tho The Hills and Mountains of the Earth The great Zanzumming Tyrants do Oppose his Actions in their birth Behold he comes you Princes all That have oppos'd his Royal Will You must expect a dreadful fall That Vengeance should your Besomes fill Leaping and Skipping on the Hills Trampling upon your greatest Pow'rs Dancing with pleasurable skills He 'l pull down all your lofty Tow'rs Behold he comes you shall not hinder No difficulty stands before him But he 'l be sure to tread it under And shortly make your Crowns adore him Make haste my God make no delay Thy waiting Spouse hath long sat up O make thee Wings and come away Give Antichrist her bitter Cup. CANT II. 9. My beloved is like a Roe or young Hart HYMN 39. O My beloved Lord To me thy grace afford The flames of thy sweet love to me Kindle my love to thee Give me but leave to love thee That art so much above me Let me be bold to let thee know To thee my self I owe. My God my heart is thine 'T is thine it is not mine Let me but love and call thee so It 's all the bliss I know Thou art a pleasant Roe Hunted to Death below Whose Flesh and Blood for Sinners need Is Meat and Drink indeed Thou art a loving Hart Kill'd with a murd'ring dart A murd'ring dart that drew a flood Of dear and precious blood O let that Blood me purge From Sins Filth Guilt and Scourge And let that broken Flesh me Feast Till I with thee shall rest CANT II. 9. He standeth behind our wall he looks forth out at the windows he shews himself through the lattices HYMN 40. HE shews himself in cloudy gleams Obscure and Window-Visions Glimpses of Love and twilight beams And dark Illuminations Why doth my Love immure his Face And shrow'd himself behind our Wall The Lattices Eclipse his Grace And Windows interrupt his call Is it because the visive Powers Of Mortals can't endure his sight Or to distinguish these dark hours From those that shine in perfect light What ere it be 't is just that he Should now and then withdraw his Face And 't is rich Grace to let me see The least glance in the darkest place Behind our Wall is not so far That I should think him wholly gone These Lattices and Windows are Helps to discern he 'l come anon A clearer sight O that I could Obtain a sight that doth excel There is no fear that e're I should Admire too much or Love too well CANT II. 10. My beloved spake and said unto me Rise up my love my fair one and come away HYMN 41. WHose is this rousing Voice I hear That breathes so sweet an Air Through Walls and Lattices so dear So ravishing so rare 'T is my Beloved's voice I know That Courts my drousie mind That bids me rise from things below And leave my self behind Arise my Love and come away Rouse from thy Morning sleep Rise up my fair One no delay Tho lock't in Slumbers deep My God I come I find no rest No Bed of Ease but thee The present World is at the best A Bed of Thorns to me My God I come but oh how loath I've drunk a sleeping Cup And O the dulness O the sloath Dear Jesus help me up Then will I come away and leave My Sins and Fears behind me Farwel vain Pleasures let me go And let my Jesus find me CANT II. 11. For lo the Winter is past the rain is ov◠and gone Ver. 12 The time of singing of birds is com◠the voice of the Turtle is heard in our land Ver. 13 The fig-tree putteth forth her gre◠figs and the Vines with the tender grape◠give a good smell Arise my love my fai◠one and come away HYMN 42. REjoice ye people of the Lords There is a
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