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-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
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
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
O what a great Day 's this When in a net This wicked World My Foes are all beset My Soul admire With what a hast he speeds To fetch his Poor His Captives out of thrall This many years Pickled in Salt and Gall He comes amain And drives his fiery Steeds Like winged flames To help them at their needs CANT VI. 13. Return return O Shulamite return return that we may look upon thee what will ye see in the Shulamite as it were the company of two armies HYMN 112. REturn return O Shulamite Return return to me Thy God would bring thee back again Messiah waits for thee 'T will be the Nations wonder when The Pow'r of this Command Shall knit thy Sinews giving Life And Vigor to thy hand This voice Return shall rouse thee up From dead sleep thou art under And Spirit thy benummed Limbs 'T is like the voice of thunder Wake Judah gird thy Harness on Wake to the Battel now Wake Israel joyn thy forces with Thy sister Judahs bow Two Armies like two floods shall twist Their streams of fire together And drink the sinful Nations up And make their Glory wither Proud Babel now shall tumble down And all her Kings shall fall Now Antichrist hath run her race Shall be no more at all Another to the Tune of Psal 124. REturn return O Shulamite return Return thou Daughter of fair Sion hill O how I long My Soul is fainting till Thy God shall bring Thee back and make thee burn With love to thy Messiah dear and mourn Return return And make the Nations wonder Now shalt thou feel The Pow'r of this command I 'le give it force Thou shalt it not withstand I 'le spirit that word With life and make it thunder And wake thee from That dead sleep thou art under Wake Judah wake And girt thy Harness on Wake Isra'l wake VVake to the Battel now I 'le give the VVorld To thee thy armies too Shall drink the sinful Nations up and come And build their Trophies Sions mount upon Now is the time Ten shall a thousand chace Proud Babel now Shall tumble down before ye I 'le make her stoop And all her Kings adore ye Now Antichrist Thou 'st run thy cursed race Now Israel Strike home and take their place CANT VII 1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes O princes daughter the joynts of thy thighs are like jewels the work of the hands of a cunning workman HYMN 113. COme Princes Daughter come Born of the Royal Blood My Father is thy Father whom To serve 's thy chiefest good I see thy feet are shod With preparation for A sweet returning to thy God Whom once thou didst abhor How welcome are thy goings How beautiful thy feet These buds that blossom from thy doings To me are dearly sweet There 's not a step thou takest Towards thy Messiah dear But drops a Jewel to enrich The World both far and near Jewels are not so rich As steps that Retrograde t is enough to raise a pitch Of Love I never had Pride not thy self for this Let me have all the praise Who to thy steps did strength confer And did this Building raise Another to the Tune of Psal 125. COme Daughter born of Royal blood The King of Heav'n thy Father is He now awakes thee with a kiss The day is come so long withstood Thou art to him so dear Thou never needest fear I see thy welcome feet are shod With preparation from above Thou that didst hate begin'st to Love A sweet returning to thy God How welcome are thy goings How welcome are thy doings The buds that blossom from thy feet The very Bones that turn and move In th' hollow of thy Thighs I love All these to me are rarely sweet Jewels are not so rare Nor can with them compare Pride not thy self give God the Praise That is the great Artificer Did to thy steps this strength confer And did this hopeful Building raise To him thou ow'st thy birth And more than thou art worth CANT VII 2. Thy navel is like a round Goblet which wanteth not liquor thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies HYMN 114. NOw I will tell the World the wonder A barren Church grows fruitful she From whom in many hundred years I had no Children born to me Her Navel like a fountain fill'd Held Goblets of infused Grace Her pregnant Belly breeds a stock Like heaps of Wheat her number was Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to Windows get This is a Harvest to the Lord Exceeding what he ere had yet When thousands could Conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word This done in Sions infant-state What will her manhood then afford Go Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce one Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but who lifts up the latch But I 'le unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall be drops where Water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become Another to the Tune of Psal 125. NOw I will tell the World a wonder The barren Church grows fruitful she From whom for many hundred years I had no Children born to me But now she fertile grows Her numbers no man knows Nations are born at once they flock To her as Doves to windows get Her Pregnant Belly bears a stock For numbers like the grains of Wheat And these like Lilies white Are pure in my sight This is a Harvest to the Lord Beyond it self in Infant-state When thousands could conversion date From some one Sermons powerful word Tho since none such hath been I 'le make it so agen You Gentiles go your case condole A thousand Sermons scarce a Soul Thy Teachers fish and nothing catch They knock but none lifts up the Latch I 'le fertile mercies broach And take away Reproach I will unite you unto those Shall ' crease your numbers as their own They shall like drops where water flows Or grains in heaps of Wheat become A Joyful day to Sion A Pillow soft to lye on CANT VII 3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins HYMN 115. THy breasts fhall 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 Thy Nobles shall the Scepters sway The Crownsand Thronesshall all be theirs Those that will not thy feed obey Shall rue the day in Blood and Tears When I the Tyrants cause to cease This shall produce a world of peace No more shall men for fearing God Tast the Red-Dragons smarting Rod Salvation shall for Bulwarks stand And Walls of Fire about thy place And God at all times near at hand Shall safe Protect thy blessed race 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 And with this holy Seed thou