my Soul loves you know who I shall not need to name The Earth the Seas the Heav'ns and you Are filled with his Fame Tell me O tell me where he is If it be known to you He is my only Joy and Bliss My Life and Heaven too If I can't find him I must dye What is this Life to me If he absent my Soul is spent O tell me where is he He that my Sin hath griev'd away Whose absence now I moan That shed his Blood for my Souls good O whither is he gone What! can't you answer are you such Watchmen that cannot see Or want you pow'r in this dark hour To bring my Lord to me CANT III. 4. It was but a little that I passed from them but I found him whom my soul loveth I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mothers house and into the chamber of her that conceived me HYMN 50. MY Soul if thou a Christ would'st find In a distressed gloomy day Unto the Shepherds bend thy mind And they 'l instruct thee in the way No sooner parted from them when I found my Joy my Souls delight My heart did dance within me then And I was ravish'd with his sight I found my Jesus let me come And him imbrace with both these arms That like the rising of the Sun Did rid my Soul of Midnight harms My Soul now hold him fast and don't Disturb his quiet any more Thy life and happ'ness lyes upon t A fresh departure will be sore I 'le bring him to my Mothers House There 's Souls to save as well as mine I 'le Feast him there with all that 's rare And give him most delicious Wine The Wine that makes his heart full glad Is when he tastes the Loves of those That once were Rebels or as bad That are his Friends and were his Foes CANT III. 5. I charge you O ye Daughters of Jerusalem by the Roes and by the hinds that ye stir not up nor awake my beloved till he please HYMN 51. WHat pity 't is that such a Guest Whose Essence is all Love Should be disturbed in his rest And forc'd to make remove You Members of his Churches all Would I could charm you so By Roes and Hinds to still the Winds And make no noise below He gave me rest the other day When I was almost dead With frights and fears and drown'd in tears He lifted up my head I never met with Joy till then Nor never knew a day Nor saw a Sun till he was come To fright my Fears away Contentments there are no such things There is no Sunshine-weather No happiness but that which brings Christ and my Soul together 'T is just that you and I requite This blessed Peace he gave us And freely give him rest for rest As our dear Lord would have us CANT III. 6. Who is this that cometh out of the Wilderness like pillars of smoak perfumed with myrrh and frankincense with all powders of the merchant HYMN 52. I Heard him speak his Love to Saints That were out of desertion creeping Arabian deserts spicy fumes Ne're smelt so sweet as smoak of weeping Who 's this what glorious Person 's this That takes this solitary path That fears no way nor Beasts of prey Of Desert-frights no terror hath But through all these dangers dares To come to a despised Jesus And warily scapes the Desert-snares And crys There 's nothing else will please us It is my Church to me she seems Like to some smoaky Pillar which Fir'd by the Holy Spirit means To soar alost an heav'nly pitch She 's in my Nostrils sweet perfume The Merchant-Powders worthless be The Myrrh the Frankincense may soon Their Odors lose but never she Her Gifts and Graces Pray'rs and Tears Her Faith and Patience Joy and Fears Her Up's and Down's her Sigh and Groans Like bruised Myrrh perfume the Air. Come forward then with winged pace And leave this Wilderness behind The nearer me the sweeter place Be thou but loyal I 'le be kind CANT III. 7. Behold his bed which is Solomons threescore valiant men are about it of the Valiants of Israel HYMN 53. KIng Solomon's Bed that guarded was With threescore Men of Might Whose Weapons breathed Fire to those That wak'd him in the Night Types out the Royal Guards that tend His Throne and Diadem Numberless Angels guarding him That Guards himself and them My Jesus he is now at rest At Gods right hand of Pow'r And of eternal Joy possest Secur'd as in a Tow'r No might nor spight shall ere affright The bloody sweat is past No more the Tears shall trickle down That trickl'd down so fast The flaming Cherubims of old That kept the Tree of Life Still keep the Chambers of the Lamb And his beloved Wife O thou that lov'st my Soul command Send me but one of those But one of these sweet Angels and I 'le never fear my foes CANT III. 8. They all hold swords being expert in war every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of the fear of the night HYMN 54. ANGELS expert in War Heav'ns great Artillery Gods Hosts unseen Defenders are Of my dear Love and Me. 'T is not ' cause I deserve To have a Life guard by me But ' cause he in a Bed of love Will please to settle nigh me If Hosts against me rise And men of War shall scare me The Lord of Hosts will send his Hosts They in their arms shall bear me The Lord will Muster up And send them to the Courts Of Tyrant Rulers who shall down With them and all their Forts Believe it there are Thrones And Nobles sit upon them Above the earthly greatest Ones And Judgments issue from them These these shall do us right When we can nothing do With Herod's of the World shall fight And overcome them too CANT III. 9. King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon Ver. 10 He made the pillars thereof of silver the bottom thereof of gold the covering of it of purple the midst thereof being paved with love for the daughters of Jerusalem HYMN 55. KIng Solomon's Charet for his Bride Of Wood of Lebanon was made This Charet bottom was of Gold This Charet Silver pillars had Cover'd with Purple pav'd with Love But O how far surpast by him Who is All love from head to foot To draw all Love to him agen Jesus King Jesus for his Spouse For the Lambs Wife his Bride hath built A far more glorious Chariot which With Love and Pow'r is double gilt Brac'd with the everlasting Arms Whose covering is eternial Glory Whose substance is a Love that warms Whose Wheels run to the Joy before ye Now blessed be that boundless Love And blessed be that endlefs Power And blessed be that God above That made his Chariot like a Tower This Honour all his people have They go on foot and yet they ride Thus rides the Princes when advanc't In stately Pomp
as hers whose tresses Adorns her face with pleasing dresses Wo to the Crown of Pride whose hair Whose long and bushy Locks declare A bruitish Custom every where And only used for a Snare The long hair'd Gallants of these times Wear Horses mains on humane Faces Turn men to Monsters and the work Of God and Nature much disgraces God in a bush did once appear But in their bush hath never been They 'l never leave till Satan come And thrust a burning Candle in Another to the Tune of Psal 111. THe covering of her head With which she is bested Her hair the embleme is Of lovely Loyalty Subjection under me O what an honour ' t is With these she casts the sums As well it her becomes The number of her sins And having wash't my feet VVith hair a Towel meet To wipe them she begins VVo to the Crown of Pride VVho to her Sins beside Hath added every where Such loathsome heads of hair Us'd only for a Snare To those that foolish are That marry Horfes mains To humane Heads whose gains They must receive in Hell God in a Bush was seen But never hath he been VVhere this proud Bush doth dwell CANT VI. 6. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which goeth up from the washing whereof every one beareth twins and there is not one barren among them HYMN 105. MY Spouse I 'le add to praise thee more And will repeat again Think not that I 'le abate my Love Distasted at thy sin Those teeth are washt and double set They eat my Flesh and Blood I am thy spiritual food of Life I am thy chiefest good Thy grinders are thy Faith in me Thy Faith a stomach hath O how I love to see thee seed How lovely is thy Faith I 'le wash thy teeth in Milk and be A Breast a Feast a Table A Saviour to thy Faith and Thee Fear not for I am able I 'le make thy Faith bring forth her fruits As twinning Sheep their young I 'le water both the stem and roots And then I 'le freely come I 'le come with joy and great delight To see my Flocks a feeding As Shepherds use I 'le bless my sight To see my Sheep a breeding Another to the Tune of Psal 111. I 'Le praise my Church yet more To what I said before I will repeat again She shall not think that I Cause she was faulty fly Or in Affection wane Her teeth wherewith she chews Her food that Life renews Are washt and double set I am her spiritual food I am her chiefest good I 'le never her forget Her grinders are her Faith Her Faith a stomack hath To feed upon my Flesh The washing is my blood I 'le cleanse her in that flood And so her soul refresh Her Faith is fruitful too More then false faith can do Or barren doubts and fears She eats my Flesh and drinks My Blood and no man thinks VVhat lovely Fruit she bears CANT VI. 7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks HYMN 106. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomgranate All overspread with Rosy-red As natures bounty did create Her Face a Virgins blush adorns Spread with all ruby bashfulness A Face of Brass she highly scorns But comeliness commends her dress No crisp profanes her modest hair Content with Natures Ornament She scorns to go profanely bare Or give to Pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns her No Hypocrite in Face or Heart A painted piece Religion scorns her The Hypocrite and God must part She blusheth ' cause she cannot blush And fears because she fears no more Sense of her Sin doth always flush Her modest Face and grieve her sore My Soul this Consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Another to the Tune of Psal 112. HAve you not been where you have seen The red and blushing Pomegranate All overspread with Rosy-red As Natures bounty did create Thy Cheeks and Temples O my Spouse Modesty crowns and so thy Brows Thy Face a Virgin-blush adorns Spread with a ruby bashfulness A face of Brass thou highly scorns But comeliness commends thy dress Thy Guilt and Sin in which to blame As with a Pencil paints thy shame No Crisp prophanes thy modest hair Content with Natures Ornament Thou scorn'st to go prophanely bare Or give to pride a foolish vent 'T is Nature not base Art adorns thee A painted piece Religion scorns thee My Soul this consternation due Becomes the holy Virgin-Bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation gladly dy'd Bold steps in Sin let me not trace But guilty hide my blushing Face CANT VI. 8. There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number Vers 9 My dove my undefiled is but one she is the onely one of her mother she is the choice one of her that bare her HYMN 107. I Am no Bigamist I have no Concubines It 's onely one Church I admit One Child I have no Twins My Church is more to me And so she ever shall Than all things in the world that be Could I prevail at all Could I but gain her Love My heart would Captive be And all my Pains would be my gains My Cross my Melodie Let there be Threescore Queens And Fourscore Concubines And Virgins numberless that catch Fools in their snaring gins My Loved is but one That one is more than they There is more worth in her alone The Sun 't is makes it day Away false Beauties all My loved one is One I love but one and she shall call Her self my Spouse alone Another to the Tune of Psal 113. MY Church is more to me than all The things that are or ever shall My heart 's a Captive to her Love I 'me held in these desir'd chains As recompenc'd for all my pains Could I but her Affections move Let there be Threescore Queens in Thrones And Fourscore Concubines at once And Virgins numberless also This one of mine outshines the Day She is but one yet more than they And more to me as Angels know Thus several Members in one Man Epitomiz'd into a span Concenter still to make him one Thus Seas have many Rivers yet All these in the same Ocean met Make up but one Reception So is my undefiled Love Kingdoms her greater Members prove And lesser Churches are her parts And every Saint a Member is And they are many yet all this Is but one Center-nest of hearts CANT VI. 9. The Daughters saw her and blessed her yea the queens and the concubines and they praised her HYMN 108. HOw lovely are my precious Saints In others Eyes as well as mine Let Baalam speak or else let those That never found her yet Divine 'T is easie to commend the way No man can speak against the Truth The natural Conscience hath a ray But happy he the Chase pursu'th 'T is hard to
Sons of men their Love Is bought and sold for worldly pelf Yet never did thy God above Erect a Market for himself His love is free come Souls and see How undeserv'd his kindness is While Sinners while ungodly we Are call'd to take this Love of his Nor can the Sinner at his need Purchase this Love with all his Gold Free Love free Grace is all we read Christs Love is neither bought nor sold CANT VIII 8. We have a little sister and she hath no breasts what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for HYMN 140. WE have a little Sister Lord That hath no Breasts as yet There is no place for means of Grace O do not her forget Thy Servants are greatly athirst That joyful day to see When thou the Cords and Yokes shall burst From her as well as we What shall we do for those that lye In Natures dungeon still When wilt thou speak for them that dye For want of Sions Hill Those that have neither Milk nor Breasts That still lye weltring in The Blood of uncoverted State O call them out of Sin Our Sister hath a precious Soul To save as well as we Would all the World were thine and not A Rebel we could see O say thou to our Sister Come Leave Babel to her flames Let her not perish in the doom Of Babels wretched names CANT VIII 9. If she be a wall we will build upon her a palace of silver and if she be a door we will inclose her with boards of Cedar HYMN 141. HOw welcome were that blessed news To the whole Nation of the Jews When Elect Sisters shall return When new-born hope and panting strength Tho but a little comes at length And hard and soft together mourn We 'l blow the blossoms not a spark Or glance that twinkles in the dark But shall be rais'd into a flame Of every Wall we 'l make a Tower Of every twig we 'l make a Bower And turn a drop into a rain A silver Palace we will make her In the day we undertake her With Cedar-boards we will enclose her And all the riches Love can find In her vast Stores shall be resign'd To make her happy in the closure Lord something give to work upon Creation is thy work alone And gladly we 'l to them repair That lie in darkness great and small With Deaths black shadow cover'd all And make them teem that barren were Come then you Nations all you Kings And Nobles flock to Sions wings There 's healing for your wounded hearts And let the Wealth of Sions King And so your own advantage bring Your Souls to him from Satans darts CANT VIII 10. I am a wall HYMN 142. I Was a heap of Dust And Rubbish quite forsaken Disparkt and into Forest turn'd No care of me was taken Help me to bless the Lord Ye Idol-Nations come Let 's Praise the Lord with joynt accord And bless his Name alone I found his favour when My case was worse than yours I was a prize in his fair eyes Such help free Grace procures And now I am a Wall Whose strength shall ever stand The matter of it is Free-stone Laid by Free-Grace's hand The Cement is the Blood Was shed upon the Cross The height of it o'retops the Skies Will you this Love ingross Tho you have cruel been Both to the Saints and me Yet if this call shall fetch you in I 'le be a Wall you see CANT VIII 10. And my Breasts are Towers HYMN 143. ALL Praises bring to Sions King See what I was and what I am My hills of Flesh could not refresh The thirst of one poor sucking Lamb. Children I had but ill brought up No Sustenance within their pow'rs They always drank of Moses Cup But now through Grace my Breasts are Tow'rs And thus ye Gentiles 't was with you When almost all your pipes were cut Your Teachers into Corners drew Your Pastors into Prisons put Your Breasts were cut that should have given Their Milk to them the Beasts devours But thanks be to the God of Heaven That now through Grace your Breasts are Tow'rs Let Lambs of Christ now frisk and dance And sport themselves on Sion hill For God will now their heads advance Their Mothers Breasts with fatness fill And tho our milky Breasts have been Like Fountains stopt by higher Pow'rs It was our Glory but their Sin But now through Grace our Breasts are Tow'rs CANT VIII 10. Then was I in his eyes as one that found favour HYMN 144. NOw doth my thankful heart rebound And fain would raise me higher To bless the favour that I found O draw me to thee nigher Help me to strip me of my self Into some Cherub turn To sound the Praise of thee my King O make the Fire burn And heat my Heart red-hot with Love Such favour I have found Would I were nothing else but Love Thy Praises to resound How happy are the Souls in Bliss The Spirits perfect made Whose everlasting work it is To love thee is their trade Who have no body of their own No body else to hinder O that I could but praise thee here As they can Praise thee yonder The favour of thy Heart and Eyes So unexpected was 'T is Love of all things that I prize So great a worth it hath CANT VIII 11. Solomon had a Vineyard at Baal-hamon he let out the Vineyard unto Keepers every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver HYMN 145. SION my Vineyard is become As desolate as once she was And there are Nations in her Womb Like Pregnant Vines that all surpass I 'le Water her both Night and Day And sweetly force her coming Fruit Let the Winds bluster as they may I GOD have said it and I 'le do it King Solomon had a Vineyard great In Baal-hamon it was plac'd It was a sweet and lovely Seat Greatly admired and embrac'd 'T was fet with Vines and other Trees And richly stor'd in every place But not like mine my Plants are Souls And Stocks of an immortal race He farm d his Vineyard out to those A thousand Silverlings that gave But of the Vineyard I have chose My self alone the dressing have I made my Plants so did not he I set them all with my own hand Those that were dead restored be And flourish all at my command CANT VIII 12. My Vineyard which is mine is before me thou O Solomon must have a thousand and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred HYMN 146. KIng Solomons Tenants shar'd the Fruit They profit had as well as he Or else they never had come to 't Two hundred silverlings their Fee My Saints I must have all your Fruit Your Pains and Labours all is mine Your Glory bring to Sions King 'T is he that waters every Vine Now shall you bear your Fruit to me That once the stranger had devour'd Now shall you be like fruitful trees And
SPIRITUAL HYMNS UPON SOLOMONS SONG OR Love in the right Channel Wherein that Divine Part of Scripture is Paraphras'd and the dark Places expounded and may be vocally Sung in the Ordinary Tunes of the Singing Psalms By JOHN REEVE I will sing to my welbeloved a song of my beloved touching his Vineyard Isa 5. 1. Teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and spiritual Songs singing with Grace in your hearts unto the Lord Col. 3. 16. And they sung the song of Moses and the song of the Lamb Rev. 15. 3. LONDON Printed for the Author and are to be Sold by John Hancock Senior at the three Bibles at the corner of Popes-head Alley over against the Royal Exchange 1684. To the chast and pure virgin-Virgin-Souls that love the Lord Jesus Christ in Sincerity Grace and Peace be multiplied I THese Hymns were most composed in the dark When restless hours interrupted sleep With a design to stop that rambling work Ungovern'd fancy useth then to keep Better make Hymns then yield to Melancholy Or take the World to govern by a thoughtful folly II. Hands off you venomous Creatures you that draw The rankest Poyson from the sweetest flow'rs Yea that by Rigor of a lustful Law Would force Divine love to conform to yours I fear if you should light upon this Book You 'ld force it from it self and like a love-song look III. But if you do our Loves are still Divine The stinking Dunghils can't put out the Sun While you sing out your shame we will incline To sing the Praise of Gods eternal Son We will in Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Song Outsing the Mirth obscene which unto you belongs IV. Come then you Virgin Spouses of the Lamb Joyn consort with the Holy Ones above Put off the Clog your Body if you can And melt your selves into a Mass of Love Out with the dregs and draw the Spirits higher Let Love be Love Divine and not a lustful Fire V. I have liv'd out now more then threescore years And never yet could find my heart in tune For such a Work as this it plain appears Love's hard to be refined O how soon Returns the dregs and smut the strength of Grace And Ages weakness both at work take little place VI. Nor had this been expos'd to publick view But that the Child was drawn by Cogent hand 'T was hard to trust it when there are so few Chast Eyes and pure Minds abroad the land But let it take the Covert of the wings Of Him whose work it is of Him whose praise it sings CANT I. 1. The Song of Songs which was Solomons HYMN 1. 'T Was Solomon's Song but now 't is mine 'T is yours you blessed Saints on high You Mil'tants come and make your claim All you that are athirst draw nigh This Song of Songs and Hymns of praise Sweet Jesus at thy feet we lay Together with our Hearts and Souls And for acceptance humbly pray King Solomon sha'nt Praise thee alone Nor singly sing his part in this We 'l Praise thee too because that thou Our Jesus art as well as his Strike up you blessed Angels Tune Your Musick to the highest Key You separated Souls in bliss Sing forth his Praise as well you may How precious is this Song of Songs Where Christ himself concerned is And sings the Praises of his Church As they 're concern'd in singing His Come blessed Spirit of our God Enflame our hearts with heav'nly fire W'el sing our parts O! raise our hearts And Tune them yet a great deal high'r CANT I. 2. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his Mouth HYMN 2. LEt those inam'ring Lips of thine With Love-begetting Love Seal Kisses on these Lips of mine That I may tast and prove What those immense Treasures of Love Those Seas and Oceans be Let sacred Love flow from above In Nectar streams to me And let me kiss those Kisses which Can raise my Heart on high And love that Love that can enrich And crown my Poverty But will renowned Jesus deign To kiss so vile a Sinner And be of undeserved Love The Author and Beginner Can filthy Lips and so unclean Expect a Prince his Kiss Do Kings embrace a Love so mean Was ever Love like this He that could kiss the bitter Cross And kiss the burning Wrath And kiss the Breath of direful Death A Kiss for Sinners hath CANT I. 2. For his Love is better than Wine HYMN 3. LOrd I esteem thy precious Love And prize it more than richest Wine There is no Cordial can remove My fainting like that Blood of thine Wine spills the man that drinks too much And greatly doth his Health impair But those that drink the most of Love The temperatest Persons are The Wine is not the poor Mans Drink But here 's a Cellar always free The Rich may come and poorest Saint May drink his fill as well as He. There was no Wine at Cana's feast Was once complain'd by them above But such a word shall ne're be said At Sion's Feast there is no Love My Soul pierce thou this pipe of Love Fill all thy Flaggons to the Brim Divine excess is soberness And Holy Drunkenness no Sin The Wine that with us best agrees And curious Palats most approve Is not without unpleasing Lees But oh there is no dregs in Love Love's All that can be spoke or thought 'T is all Earth hath or Heav'n above Epitomize a Deity The total sum of all is LOVE For his Love is better than Wine HYMN 4. LOve me my dearest Jesus love me And shed that Love and let me see A Letter written full of Love And superscribed unto me O love my Soul and love me more Altho I know no reason why Let me experience where that great Magnetick power of Love doth lye Thy Love 's a flood to quench the Flameâ— Of all my burning base Desires Thy Love 's a Flame to drink the floo Of Vanity my heart aspires Thy Love 's a Corr'sive to my Sins Eats the proud Flesh from carnal heart Thy Love 's a Cordial to revive The faintings of the better part Let Friends oppose let En'mies rage Let Tyrants threaten Death appall Let Hell and Devils do their worst I 'le set thy Love against them all Love me my dearest Jesus love me And shed that Love and let me see A Letter written full of Love And superscribed unto me CANT I. 3. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth therefore do the virgins love thee HYMN 5. HOw odoriferous are the sents Of thy Graces Divine Beyond all measure pou'rd forth Upon that Heart of thine No Garden flow'rs no Spices Lord No sweet perfumes that please Not Aaron's Oyl nor Mary's Box Smell half so sweet as these Those Virgins next about thy Throne Angels and Saints that smell Th' anointings of the holy One And ' midst these Odours dwell Are always in Transports of Love Have nothing else to do
Would I were there that I with them Might learn to Love thee too The virgin-Virgin-Souls whom thou art tuning As strings to sound thy Praise Whose hearts with holy Oyl perfuming With whom 't is early days Initial converts new crept out The Womb of Graces laws Commence their Love and Face about O how thy Oyntments draws Pour on t the anointings Lord and we Will wrap our selves in sweet And dwell amidst the rich perfumes There will we place our feet Tho it be costly spare no cost O spare nor work nor toyl Tho we have nothing else to give We 'l give thee Love for Oyl CANT I. 4. Draw me and we will run after thee HYMN 6. WIth thy great Power draw me Lord And I to thee will come With greater Power draw me Lord And I to thee will run Draw me and others I will draw And we to thee will run Except thou draw'st our backward hearts To thee they 'l never come When Jesus draws he strongly draws The flesh can't hold me back Nor all the pleasures of the World 'T is thee 't is thee I lack When Jesus draws he sweetly draws As Beasts by Fodder led As Lovers draw by Charms of Love As Unions raise the Dead The Loadstone draws the steely Mass And none can tell us how So draw my steely Heart my God And make my Powers bow Yea drawn I am I bless thee for 't My Soul shall praise thee ever O Father Son and Holy Ghost My God forsake me never CANT I. 4. The King brought me into his Chambers HYMN 7. WHen fervent Love with winged hast To blessed Jesus flies With winged hast he comes as fast With help and choice supplies Let 's not his Church stand at the door He sends no Servant down But down the stairs he comes himself That King of great renown His Person is the thing She seeks His Person tends upon Her His Person is the thing She meets His Person is Her honour And up the Stairs he leads his Love Gives Her a Princely Treat With sp'ritual Nectar chears Her heart And Entertainments great He seasts Her with his Chamber Love The best of all his store She seeds upon his Flesh and Blood Her heart can wish no more O Lord thou art to me a dart My wounded bleeding heart Shall still impart her Lovesick Art And never from thee start CANT I. 4. We will be glad and rejoyce in thee HYMN 8. GO empty Joys with all you toys I have a better Joy than you The Wine the Mirth the Musick dance Doth but my precious Soul undo The blessed Jesus hath vouchsafe'd Upon the Mount my Soul to raise Now I 'le exalt his Name and Fame And to the Heavens raise his Praise Let things go how they will below Let Mountains duel with the Seas Let Hell her hottest Fires blow My heart in Him shall take her ease The merry Mirth which madness yields Which worldly Men so fast devours Their pleasures and their drinking-hours Cannot afford such Mirth as ours They cannot tast our Joys O Lord Nor can thy Saints more rellish theirs Our Joys will greater Joys afford And their's will end in bitter Tears Therefore will we rejoice în thee Our Joys shall feast upon thy store When we are sad we will be glad And Praise thy Name for evermore CANT I. 4. We will remember thy Love more than Wine HYMN 9. GIve place ye Spirits of the Grape That briskly fparkle in the Glass There 's no such Wine as Love Divine O what a flavour Jesus has Were we possest of East and West And all the Joys of Heav'n above Treasures of both the Worlds we will Forgetting these remember Love Forgetfulness the fruit of Wine But never was the fruit of Love The more I take the more I make Impressions deep and past remove We cannot meet with Wine so sweet Nor yet so pleasant to the tast As drops of warm and bleeding Love That trickle from his heart so fast The Wine that from the Grape is prest In time will into sowr turn But Love Divine will ever shine With hottest Flames that always burn The Wine is drawn the Vessel 's out You cannot make it ever run Whom Jesus loves he loves as fresh As if it were but now begun Thou God of our Salvation Draw forth our Loves more unto thee By loving us teach us to Love And thy beloved Spouse to be CANT I. 4. The upright love thee HYMN 10. THou art belov'd and best approv'd Of all that are upright Whose hearts are sound sincerely bound Thou art their chief delight Whose very heart and souly part Dwells with the Truth and when Mens hearts are truly true to thee As thou art true to them Tho Sinners scorn and all forlorn In their ungodly sight Wretches they are that would not care To Love thee if they might The Hypocrite will speak thee fair But hath no love within Kiss and betray like Judas they O Lord it is their Sin My Lord I love thee truly tho I Love not as I should I love thee yet I love thee not At least not as I would I would I could but since 't is so Worms can but act as Worms Accept a real wish it were A spark till Fire burns CANT I. 5. I am black but comely O ye Daughts of Jerusalem as the tents of Kedar and curtains of Solomon HYMN 11. O What a sorry thing am I That cannot bear this weight of Love I 'm sunk and down and dead as if Some dart had struck me from above My Face is black because of Sin But yet am comely by his Grace I 'm black without but fair within The scorching Sun hath tann'd my Face How black soever Lord I am Yet I am comely towards thee O mayst thou love and give me leave Thy ardent Lover yet to be Tho Sin and Sorrow makes me black Like Kedar's Tents that always lye Expos'd to Wind and Air unkind And inward wasting Misery Yet Solomon's bed is not so fair Nor are his Curtains half so bright As I am through his Grace within Comely in my Beloveds sight Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Do not contemn me at this rate Because of my deformity And this my dark and gloomy state For Love he can altho I am Most undeserving of his Love And black as Hell as if I were As fair as is the Heav'n above CANT I. 6. Look not upon me because I am black for the Sun hath looked upon me HYMN 12. A Cloud may quickly overcast The brightest Sunny-day And through the sweetest Joys on Earth Our tears can break their way Ye Daughters of Jerusalem The Sun hath tann'd my Face Alas the Morphew that obtrudes It self in Beauties place Look not upon me turn your Eyes I am a loathsom sight To God and Angels and my self In me is no delight O how I loath my self my God To see this filthy sight O how I long tho thus unclean To love thee if I might There is
foundation is in Grace Free Grace hath fram'd it thus In Glory finished Topstone in Glory lai'd Rasters and Beams eternal streams Of Love and Light display'd Come let us enter Grace And here together dwell Till I provide a better place Let 's rest us here a while But oh that house above When thither we shall come It 's built so sure it shall endure An everlasting home Wilt thou accept O Christ Of such a one as I Poor I to take a Lease of thee For all Eternity Wilt thou accept said he Of such a one as I That must thy sinful will controul Come then we both comply Finis Cap. 1. Deo laus CANT II. 1. I am the rose of Sharon and the lilie of the vallies HYMN 28. SHaron the Garden of the World The Pride of Palestine Whose natural soyl more glory bore Then Sol'mon could resign Could ne're produce so sweet a Rose As I w ll be to thee So sair a Lilly never grew Sharon must stoop to me My Church I praise my self not Pride But hope of Custome makes me who 'l have a Rose a Lilly who VVhere is the Soul that takes me Upon the Cross I was distill'd Come taste in distillation The sweetness of the absent Rose By Faith and Acceptation Thou art my Rose my Souls repose O let me never be My dearest Lord a Thorn to thee That art a Rose to me Thou art the Lilly of the Vale A matchless Purity Let me be gather'd by thy Hand And in thy Bosome lye CANT II. 2. As the lilie among the thorns so is my love a-among the daughters HYMN 29. MY Church my Love thou art to me A pleasant Lily pure and white The Daughters all compar'd to thee Are Thorns and Briars in my sight 'T is thee I prize and singly place My heart upon thy self alone False Creatures tho I have their face Are pricking Briars every one Take it not ill my Love from me That I have plac'd thy dwelling so Incompass'd round where En'mies be As mid'st the thorns the Lilies grow I 'le make these thorns preserve thee safe And keep thee from a worser foe O they shall save thee from the bite Of that devouring Beast below They shall fence out both Sin and Hell Let out Corruption slay thy Pride So near thee they should never dwell But for advantage on thy side Now blessed Jesus grant me this That I may such a Lily be And let these Thorns and Briars be A Preservation unto me CANT II. 3. As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons HYMN 30. THou art to me an Apple-tree My God for fruit and shade An Apple-tree thou art to me Thy fruit will never fade Trees of the Wood are not so good Their Fruits are none or sowr An harbour they for Birds of prey That will the Fruit devour Better than all the Sons thou art Hast been and ever shall The Angels are the Sons of God But thou excell'st them all The Saints are Sons of great delight Adoption makes them so But Son of God and Son of Light There 's no such Son below The first-born Son is Mother's dear Her Life wrapt up in his But not a Son can come so near My heart as Jesus is O! let this Apple tree my Lord Within my Orchard be Propriety makes all things sweet Or else no sweet to me CANT II. 3. I sat under his shadow with great delight HYMN 31. LIke as the shadow from the heat Protects and cools the panting Neet So doth my Soul to covert fly Under thy wings O Christ to lye Should'st thou let fall thy brightest Rays It would consume my Life and Days I cannot see thy Glory yet Thy shadow will me better fit How glorious are thy Saints above That see thy Face in purest love When such delights thy shadow can Contribute to me sinful man My Soul when he is shadow'd forth In Sacramental shades to thee 'T is but the Picture of his worth But what he is thou dost not see O then sit under these sweet shades And often guide thy footsteps thither Till we ascend to brighter glades In shadows lets sit down together Be quiet thoughts thou irksom Flesh Would thou wert crucifi'd to me To see no sights tast no delights Nor know no earthly thing but thee CANT II. 3. And his fruit was sweet unto my tast HYMN 32. THE bitter tree the Cross Bore him that bore the fruit The choicest Fruit that ever was His Father call'd him to 't There Pardon grew and Peace With God with Man within A Fruit that did transcend by far The cursed fruit of Sin Sweet pleasure is but pain Swe rt profits are deceit The best of all the World at best Is but a subtil cheat He he 's the fruitful tree His fruits all pleasant be No Joys or Toys that ere I found Are half so sweet as he Here I may fill my heart O let me have a taste My Christ my Fruit thou only art As long as Life shall last As thou bear'st fruit for me Let me bear Fruit to thee Do thou incline this heart of mine That All-divine it be CANT II. 4. He bronght me to the banqueting house HYMN 33. WOnder of Mercy now I see And have great cause to think upon VVhat Grace is when it will be free And puts its Royal cloathing on I that deserv'd to stand at Dore And take my Answer on my Knee Into the House of all his Store Himself vouchsafes to carry me O the rich welcome that he gave My thirsty Soul at first approach He brought me Sweet-Meats out himself And set his choicest VVine abroach Into his house of VVine he brings me Leading me kindly hand in hand And smiling bids me pass the dores VVhere all his richest treasures stand Himself the House and Banquet is His Presence with me is a Feast His Smiles are Sweet-meats all of his Is all in all to every Guest My Soul get off this dunghil VVorld Strive to ascend the blessed Mount No Treats but these will ever please Or turn to any good account CANT II. 4. His banner over me was love HYMN 34. WHat Victories I ever got VVhat Lusts l 've overcome To my own strength ascribe I not But to his Grace alone My Banner was his love to me All my success was his His Standard call'd me forth and he My strength and safety is Do but O Christ O do but say Thou lov'st me that 's enough Love is all VVeapons of array Love Armor is of proof Love me my God I need no more My God I ask no more I perish if thou lov'st me not The Battel is so sore Here 's Sin the VVorld the Devil and Death Combin'd to bring me low I 'm almost beaten out of Breath Some help they vex me so O do but love me and I shall Banners of love display VVill break their hearts and rout them all And Victor get the day CANT II. 5.
glorious day There is a day will break your Cords And fright your Fears away The Winter blast is almost past Farwel the Rain and Flood Now Antichrist no more shall tast The sweet of Martyrs blood There comes a Church-reviving Spring The Flow'rs adorn the Earth The Turtles with the Birds do sing All hearts are full of Mirth A time when every Tree shall yield A pleasant Fruit to God And all the Creatures of the Field Shall feel no more his Rod. Rise then my Love and come away Stand ready for the time Prepare thee for this long'd for day And let it find thee mine Awake behold I 'm at the door Let me not find thee sleeping My Spirit is up I 'le quickly put An end to all thy weeping CANT II. 14. O my Dove that art in the clefts of the rocks in the secret places of the stairs let me hear thy voice for sweet is thy voice and thy countenance is comely HYMN 43. MY mournful chast and harmless Dove My Spouse thou art and thee I love I've hide thee in the craggy Rock As if secur'd by Key and Lock The clefts and rendings of my Side Op'ned a passage to my Heart And there my Dove shall safe abide And thou and I will never part The Hawks and other Fowl's of prey The Winter Storms of Persecution Shall but intice my Dove away And cleave my Heart for her Admission The secret places of the Stairs Where she retreats to breathe her Pray'rs Are open to my view my Dove I 'le meet thee there and shew my Love O let me hear thy Voice my Dear Tho broke and inarticulate Thy Nonsense I 'le be glad to hear And prize the Pray'r which thou dost hate O let me see thee now and then That sees thee always from my place Present thy self once and agen It 's joy to me to see thy Face CANT II. 15. â—ake us the Foxes the little Foxes that spoil the vines for our vines have tender grapes HYMN 44. TAke us the subtil Foxes Lord They are too wise for us to take They spoil thy holy places and Intrenching there their Burrows make They bark and peil the fruitful Vines O tender thou the tender Grapes Surround them by thy wakeful pow'r Till it be said not one escapes Let them be taken in their craft Thou in the Trenches dig their Graves Pluck off their Foxes skin and drown Their Carcases in wrathful Waves Let all the World see what they are Let them not cheat thy Churches more Entrap them in the traps they lay And lay their Sin at their own door Blessed Redeemer keep my Soul A weak and tender Grape am I A tender Grape that can't escape A little Foxes subtilty Preserve thy Chruch and her desend From Lions teeth and Foxes wiles So will we sing to our great King When thou shalt bless our Cheeks with smiles CANT II. 16. My beloved is mine and I am his he feeds among the lilies HYMN 45. O Blessed day that I can say My Jesus thou art mine O blessed day that I can say My Jesus I am thine My Christ is mine by deed of gift And that 's a title good And I am his by purchase right He bought me with his Blood I 'le have no other Love but he I like my choice so well He 'l have no other Spouse but me Together let us dwell He feeds among the Lilies white There he doth most frequent Amongst his Saints all his delight Is plac'd to his content Their Graces are his sweet repast Their Pray'rs and Praises are A Banquet to him and their Faith His most delicious Fare O let but me and this Church be A Field of Lilies where My Christ may feast what likes him best Upon his sent-in chear CANT II. 17. Until the day break and the shadows flee away turn my beloved and be like the Roe or the young Hart upon the mountains of Bether HYMN 46. WHy stays the lingring Day What ails the Morning light To lye a Bed so long while I Am longing for its sight There is a Nuptial day Shall perfect all ere long When all the shades shall flee away And all the Saints shall throng Into the Bridal room And coalesce in one One Heart one Spouse to Christ alone Made so by Union A bright and glorious day No clouds shall hide the Sun And universal Joy shall raise The heart of every one The glorious Angels shall These Nuptials celebrate And gladly sound their Trumpets round At a Triumphant rate Till then protect me Lord And turn thy steps to me O hasten hasten all thou canst Delays Distractions bâ— O be thou like the Roe With winged speed make haste Or as a Hart that runs apart On Bethers Mountains fast Finis Cap. 2. Triuni gratias CANT III. 1. By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth I sought him but I found him not HYMN 47. MY God! I love thee with my Soul And yet I lye in Bed Tho thou art mine and I am thime My heart is almost dead Such drowsie damps o'recast my Joys I seek thee half asleep And now I cannot hear thy Voice I only sigh and weep I seek thee but I find thee not My Lord where art thou gone Into what Covert art thou got And leav'st me here alone A sloathful Suitor I have been It prompts me to conclude My Christ won't humour drowsiness Nor mind dull Solitude Wake me my God with Voice and Rod O rouse my drousie Senses Let me not lye and sleeping dye Or idly make pretences My Soul awake and rise and shake This dulness off for why If thou will vainly live to sleep Then must thou sleeping dye CANT III. 2. I will arise now and go about the city in the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves I sought him but I found him not HYMN 48. IN vain do I divert my self And think the World shall ease me And roul my self in earthly Pelf And in its Pleasures please me In the broad ways and City streets A Christ is rarely found A Soul distrest he seldom greets Upon such dirty ground Thou ' ast left this wicked World long since O Christ thou art not there O let me get me out from hence And seek some other where Be gone vain Pleasures empty Toys You please yet vex me sore You interrupt my sp'ritual Joys I 'le never love you more I seek in vain my Christ to gain He dwells in other places You 'r all my hindrance and my sin I 'le never see your Faces I thought I might enjoy his Light In midst of worldly Pleasure But I have found the World abound With no such blessed Treasure CANT III. 3. The watchmen that go about the City found me to whom I said Saw ye not him whom my soul loveth HYMN 49. YOu spiritual Watchmen at the Gate O you whose Office 't is To pity my distressed State And tell me where he is He whom
by Prince his side CANT III. 11. Go forth O ye daughters of Zion and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals and in the day of the gladness of his heart HYMN 56. O That that blessed day were come When we might meet our Solomon Crown'd King of Saints and Nations and Having the World at his command His Father hath already Crown'd him Giv'n him a Title to this thing When shall his Mothers arms surround him And Crown him her eternal King 'T will be the gladness of his heart When he shall once espouse that Spouse When Kingdoms shall their Loves impart And all his Foes caught in a Noose Arise descend thou Royal Prince Thy Coronation-day is come In Seat of thy Magnficence Thy Church would fain affix thy Crown Thy Mother Sister Brother wait And long to see that blessed day When Sin and Sorrow 's out of date And crowned Jesus bears the sway O when shall Jews and Gentles both Fasten thy Crown upon thy head Gentiles have done it Jews hold off By both must this be managed Finis Cap. 3. Deo gratias CANT IV. 1. Behold thou art fair my love behold thou art fair HYMN 57. I That have made and form'd By curious Art and Skill The Beauties of the upper World According to my Will I that behold and see Those beauties all the day Should Mortal eyes but steal a glance 'T would take their Lives away Yet I say thou art fair Thy Graces beauties are My Fathers face and mine doth shine Upon that Face of thine The trifling Beauties which Fond Lovers idolize Are not so fair nor half so rich As thou art in my Eyes O how I love that Soul That 's true to God and me My heart 's inclin'd my Love is blind Their faults I cannot see I 'le shortly bow the Heav'ns O how I long to come I will arise and rend the Skies And fetch my fair One home CANT IV. 1. Thou hast doves eyes within thy locks HYMN 58. NOw I 'le consider in its place And view my Blood-redeemed prize The sparkling Diamonds of thy Face The Dove-like Beauty of thine Eyes Thou hadst an Eye of Flesh was wont To send forth Beams of lustful Fire That after Vanity did hunt And fill thy heart with base desires A wandring tempting rouling Eye A Casement ope't to let in Sin But now 't is chaste with eyesalve washt And takes diviner Objects in But O that intellectual Eye Whereby thou seest things unseen Whose objects quite are out of sight That eyes me through the darkest Screen That shines like Diamonds in the dark Or Stars that brighten blackest Night Knowledg and Faith such Power hath To see by Dark as well as Light My Soul admire and raise thee higher With both these Eyes behold that spark Whose Beams have giv'n thee light and sight That once were blind and in the dark CANT IV. 2. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead HYMN 59. THe hair the Beauty of the Face That taking Ornament That blusheth nothing at disgrace It 's cut it 's shav'd it 's rent It open lies to all assaults And yet it feels it not The Razors shave the Sizars cut All wrongs are soon forgot My Church I love thy Patience This I admire in thee Under all injuries content Those that affront thee win thee Like Goats on Gileads Mountains shorn Stript of their hairy Fleece Yet not a groan all wrongs are born Their sheering breaks no Peace This warms thy heart as hair thy head How ornamental ' t is When Patience can impow'r a man To conquer all he sees With this sweet frame in love I am It 's rare in my account To be forgot and feel it not Is Patience paramount CANT IV. 3. Thy lips are like a thred of Scarlet and thy speech is comely HYMN 60. THy rosie Lips with Scarlet dye Gives beauty to thy Face Inflames with love th' Observers eye A thousand beauties has Made red not with thy Blood but mine It 's from my passion fed No natural Colour in this World Can yield so deep a red O how I love these ruby Lips I love to hear them speak Thy Pray'rs and Praises Nectar sips To me tho faint and weak Thy Doctrines Counsels Cordials are To me and those that hear them Thy sharp reproofs are killing darts Yet health to those that bear them My Soul admire and much desire Thy Soul 's admiring Lover Be it thy Grace thy words to place And tell thy Speeches over As men tell Gold O weigh thy Words Thy Speech exactly measure So shall thy King delight to sing And praise this vocal Treasure CANT IV. 3. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks HYMN 61. I Love thee for thy Cheeks my Spouse A Virgin blush adorns them The modesty that crowns thy Brows A holy shame informs them Have you not been where you have seen The blushing Pomegranate All overspread with rosie red As Nature did create Thy Temples shaded in thy Locks With rosie blushes spread Doth much express thy bashfulness True Vertue vails her head Thy guilt and shame for what 's to blame Thou canst not face it out Thy flushings blushings fears and tears Are beauties out of doubt My Soul this consternation due Becomes the Virgin-bride Of that same bleeding Lover who For thy Salvation dy'd O let me never never trace The steps of Sinners bold Nor hide my Sin but hide my Face As with a blush control'd CANT IV. 4. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury whereon there hang a thousand bucklers all shields of mighty men HYMN 62. YE eldest Sons of living day Peers of the Upper-House And all you Commoners below Come and behold my Spouse Thy stately Neck like Davids Tower Built for an Armoury Unites thy Body to thy Head Never to part and why A thousand Shields the promise yields As many Swords thy Faith Tho Hell and Devils do their worst Thy Soul Protection hath Thou shalt not truckle no nor buckle To inimical spight Strong in the Lord thou art and in The Power of his Might Thy Fire-breathing Cannons fly In face of all thy Foes For thee a Davids Tower am I ' Gainst all that thee oppose If sin or men infest thee then Thy Neck a Tower is Thy Soul tho tost shall ne're be lost In such a Tow'r as this CANT IV. 5. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies HYMN 63. THy Breasts the seat of Love And Natures Ornament With full-pent milky treasures give Thy off-spring nourishment Such milky streams do flow To nourish all thy Seed As fruitful Roes that fat their twins And midst the Lilies feed Thy Sons and Daughters are Begat from Heav'n above A num'rous Off spring will appear In that great day of Love Thou hast two Testaments Repleat with Milk Divine With these
inclosed is my Sister my Spouse a Spring shut up a fountain sealed HYMN 71. MY Spouse I have enclosed And strongly fenc'd thee in With rocky Walls and scorching Fire Thou hast my Garden been If men dare scale the Flames To their own loss they venture I 'le keep thee so on every side They 'l knock but shall not enter I 'le plant thee with sweet Flow'rs And every fruitful Tree And all about I 'le make me Bow'rs And take my walks in thee I 'le shut and seal thee up No dirty foot shall see Thy heavenly Springs and Waterings Thou shalt my Fountain be O thou the Spring of Springs Whose Fountains always run Fountain of Fountains and all things From thee my Waters come O thou the King of kings Plant thou thy Garden round Let every walk thy Praises talk In thee my fruit is found CANT IV. 13. Thy plants are an Orchard of Pomegranates with pleasant fruits Camphire with Spikenard Ver. 14 Spikenard and Saffron Calamus and Cynamon with all trees of frankincense Myrrh and Aloes with all the chief spices HYMN 72. COme now my Sister let us go And how see the young of Sets do The Standarts must not stand I have A better use to put them to These I 'le transplanâ— to Paradice With Glory I will fill their faces They must be gone their work is done The young ones must supply their places The Lambs the Babes my Churches breed Are a more rav'shing sight to me Than the Pomegranate full of seed Or all the Arabian spices be The Spikenard Camphire and the rest Of choicest Aromatick fumes Are worthless when they do their best Let them be buried in their Tombs But O the Joy I take to see My pregnant Church her Children bear The young ones that convert to me My choicest Heaven on Earth is there Young ones awake since I do take Such pleasure in your budding Graces Repent Convert or 't will be Death For you to let me see your faces CANT IV. 15. A fountain of gardens a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon HYMN 73. IF I a Garden am thou art O Christ the living Spring If I have any sprouting Plants The Water thou dost bring No Water then no Fruit no growth No Spire can pierce the Clods The Fruit I bear if it be rare It is not mine but Gods My heart was dead the other day And then sweet Mercy came And washt it in a Spring of Blood It came to Life again My heart was hard as I may say As hard as any Stones I drench it in the living Spring And it to softness comes My heart was cold as cold as Ice Some heat it did require I found the living Waters had In them a living Fire Now let thy dying living blood Stream as from Lebanon Water my wants and wash my Plants Or we are all undone CANT IV. 16. Awake O North-wind and come thou South blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out HYMN 74. I Must have Air and Wind As well as Water Lord Or else my Garden that is I No fruit can ere afford Arise North-wind and South Rough and serene both best And do thou time their gates and thine In both Ish all be blest There 's not one Plant will thrive Or Flower hold its scent Unless thy Spirit Lord contrive To breathe their Nutriment How will the Spices flow How will my Graces flourish If thy sweet Spirit please to blow And drooping Flowers cherish For loves-sake let me beg O Holy Ghost thy Grace Thy Breathings Giftings Fillings Seals Let each work take its place If my Beloved come As he a coming is Not finding me and Fruit at home He 'l say my heart 's not his CANT IV. 16. Let my my beloved come into his Garden and eat his pleasant fruit HYMN 75. MY Garden is thy Garden Lord Therefore do thou the Winds awake Let sharp and cold North-winds accord With gentle South and their turns take Sometimes I need a nipping Frost Lord not too sharp lest all be lost To cross my sin let me be crost But Winds serene advantage most Let North awake and stop but let The South awake and come and blow Too much the North will nip the fruits But O the South will make them grow O Spirit of Love and harmless Dove Do thou take wings and fly to me Or else give wings to climbing Love And quickly I will up to thee My Lord here 's little fruit for thee Tho my Souls Garden do its best But if thou com'st there 's Fruit for me Tho I have none I shall be blest Thus poor Folks entertain the King And Landlords sit at Tenants table They have no more but what they bring Thou should have more if I were able Finis Cap. 4. Laus Jehovae CANT V. 1. I am come into my garden my Sister my Spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk HYMN 76. WEll I am come my Spouse Thy Pray'rs have given me wings I have accepted all thy vows And tasted all thy things In thee I find my myrrh My honey-Combs I eat Thy Milk and Wine is all Divine Thy Spices all are sweet Thy Plants that I have set Are in a thriving plight Thy heart a flour'shing Orchard is A Garden of delight O how I joy to see My cost not lost upon thee There grows sweet Fruit on every Tree The younger Plants have won me Thy Fruits of holiness Are Aromatick Spices Thy Garden and thy self no less To me a Paradise is My God how is it thus Can man relieve his Maker No but the grafted Cion is Of the Stocks life partaker CANT V. 1. Eat O friends drink yea drink abundantly O beloved HYMN 77. COme now all you that are my Friends My Church hath made a feast Come fill your Souls with Nectar bowls I call you with the rest I 'de have you all partake of these Her inexhausted pleasures Come eat and drink her Pray'rs and sink Your selves into her treasures Her Lips shall feed you and her Graces Their bounty shall express If Angels come they shall have some And Joy to every Guest Come then you drooping Spirits come Here is a worthy prize And if you please to drink up Seas I 'le give her fresh supplies Lord of all store I thee implore Since what is thine is mine And what is mine is thine This boon To grant do thou incline That thou wouldst fill me with thy self And stretch my Soul to hold thee And I shall feast me and the rest With what thy Love hath told me CANT V. 2. I sleep but my heart waketh HYMN 78. I Am a contradiction Lord I wake yet am asleep I am asleep and yet I wake I both and neither keep Thus after greatest beams of Love My heart grows cold again As after greatest gleams of Light The Heavens grow big with rain When first
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