Throne That I with Him may Reign Glory to God the Father be Glory to God the Son Glory to God the Holy Ghost Glory to God Alone A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry 1. FAir are the Feet which bring the News Of Gladness unto Me What Happy Messengers are these Which my bless'd Eyes do see These are the Stars which God appoints For Guides unto my Eyes To lead me unto Bethlem-Town Where my dear Saviour Lies 2. These are my Gods Ambassadors By whom his Mind I know God's Angels in his lower Heav'n God's Trumpeters below The Trumpet sounds the Dead arise Which fell by Adam's Hand Again the Trumpet sounds and they Set forth for Canaans Land 3. The Servants speak but thou Lord dost A hearing Ear bestow They smite the Rock but thou my God Dost make the Waters flow They shoot the Arrow but thy Hand Doth drive the Arrow home They call but Lord thou dost Compel And then thy Guests are come 4. Angels that flie and Worms that creep Are both alike to Thee If thou make Worms thine Angels 〈◊〉 They bring my God to me As Sons of Thunder first they 〈◊〉 And I the Lightning fear But then they bring me to my Home And Sons of Comfort are 5. Lord thou art in them of a Truth That I might never stray The Clouds and Pillars march before And shew me Canaans way I bless my God who is my Guide I sing in Sions ways When shall I sing on Sions Hill Thine Everlasting Praise XVII A Song of Praise for Holy Baptism 1. LOrd What is Man that Lump of Sin Made up of Earth and Hell Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell Man is a Leper from the Womb An Ethiopian born A Traitor 's Guilty Son and Heir VVorthy of pain and scorn 2. And dost thou â—ook on such a One Are not thine Eyes most pure 〈◊〉 they are Eyes of Pity too Where 〈◊〉 do beg a Cure This 〈…〉 Loathsom Sight But Pay casts an Eye And bids him wash in Jordan's Streams To Cure his Leprosie 3. This Ethiopian Skin is chang'd And made as white as Snow When dipt in wonder-working Streams VVhich from Christ's Side did flow As Adam slept and from his Side A Killing Eve arose From my pierc'd Lord that smitten Rock A pure Life-Fountain flows 4. Ah what a Tainted wretch is Man And so he must have stood But lo an Act of Sovereign Grace Restores him to his Blood Save me my God for I am thine Lord own thy Seal to me O wash my Soul till it be cleans'd And purify'd for Thee 5. Blest above Streams is Jordan's Flood VVhich toucheth Canaans Shore I 'll sing thy Praise in Jordan's Streams In Canaan evermore XVIII A Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper 1. O Praise the Lord praise him praise him Sing Praises to his Name O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth Extol and Laud the same VVho spared not his only Son But gave Him for us all And made him drink the Cup of Wrath The VVormwood and the Gall. 2. Frail Nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass But he must drink it off and this The Fathers Pleasure was Lo then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd Yielding Himself to God and Man He stretch'd his Arms and dy'd 3. He Dy'd indeed but Rose again And did ascend on High That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might Live Eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth Vengeance vex and tear VVere it not for a Dying Christ Our Dwelling had been there 4. His Blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our Sin gave us Himself VVhat an Exchange is here VVhatever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ And must we Drink his Blood 5. His Flesh is Heav'nly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His Comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls VVith thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy Name Longing to see thy Face 6. When shall our Souls mount up to Thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine VVhich is for ever New XIX A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day 1. MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the Sweetness of his Rest He makes his Servants share How sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lie Thy Church below doth Rest in hope Of that Felicity 2. Thou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast Thy Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this Day of Rest Welcome and dear unto my Soul Are these sweet Feasts of Love But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above 3. I bless thy wise and wondrous Love Which binds us to be free Which makes us leave our Earthly Snare That we may come to thee I come I wait I hear I pray Thy Footsteps Lord I trace I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face 4. These are my Preparation-days And when my Soul is Drest â—se Sabbaths shall deliver Me 〈◊〉 mine Eternal Rest XX. Another 1. BLest Day of God most calm most bright The first and best of Days The Lab'rours Rest the Saints Delight A day of Mirth and Praise My Saviours Face did make thee shine His rising did thee raise This made thee Heavenly and Divine Beyond the common Days 2. The First-fruits do a Blessing prove To all the Sheaves behind And they that do a Sabbath love An happy Week shall find My Lord on Thee his Name did fix Which makes thee Rich and Gay Amidst his Golden Candlesticks My Saviour walks this day 3. He walks in 's Robes his Face â—unes bright The Stars are in his Hand Out of his Mouth that place of Might A Two-edg'd Sword doth stand Grac'd with our Lord's Appearance thâ— As well as with his Name Thou may'st demand Respect from us Upon a double Claim 4. This day God doth his Vessels broach His Conduits run with Wine He that loves not this days approach Scorns Heaven and Saviours shine VVhat Slaves are those who Slav'ry chuse And Garlick for their Feast Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse And the Almighty's Rest 5. This Market-day doth Saints enrich And smiles upon them all It is their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall O Day of Wonders Mercies pawn The weary Souls Recruit The Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The Bud of Endless Fruit 6. Oh could I love as I have lov'd Thy Watches heretofore As England's Glory thou hast prov'd May'st thou be so yet more This day must I for God appear For Lord the day is thine O let me spend it in thy Fear Then shall the day be mine 7. Cease Work and Play throughout the day That I to God may rest Now let me Talk with God and Walk With God and I am
VVho in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of Love VVho causeth me to hope Here 's the words Signets Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain But these thy Pledges Lord I know My Hopes are not in vain XXXI A Song of Praise collected out of the Book of Psalms 1. PSAL. 135.1 O Praise the Lord Praise Him praise Him Praise Him with one accord Praise him praise him all ye that be The Servants of the Lord. PSAL. 47.6 Sing Praises to our God sing Praise Sing Praises to our King Praise to the King of all the Earth VVith Understanding sing 2. PSAL. 103.1 My Soul give Laud unto the Lord My Spirit shall do the same And all the Secrets of my Heart Praise ye his Holy Name PSAL. 95.6 Come let us bow and praise the Lord Before him let us fall And kneel to him with one accord For he hath made us all 3. PSAL. 95.7 He is the Lord he is our God For us he doth provide VVe are his Flock he doth us feed His Sheep he doth us guide PSAL. 118.21 I will give Thanks unto the Lord Because he hath heard me And is become most lovingly A Saviour unto me 4. PSAL. 118.13 The Lord is my Defence and Strength My Joy my Mirth my Song â—s is become for me indeed A Saviour most strong PSAL. 118.28 Thou art my God I will confess And render Thanks to Thee Thou art my God and I will praise Thy Mercy towards Me. 5. PSAL. 118.29 O give ye Thanks unto the Lord For gracious is He Because his Mercy doth endure For ever towards Me. XXXII Another 1. PSAL. 26.6 TO render Thanks unto the Lord How great a cause have I My Voice my Prayer and my Complaint That heard so willingly PSAL. 59.17 Thou art my Strength thou hast me stay'd O Lord I sing to Thee Thou art my Fort my Fence and Aid And Loving God to Me. 2. PSAL. 73.25 What thing is there that I can wish But Thee in Heav'n above And in the Earth there is nothing Like Thee that I can love PSAL. 36.9 For why the Well of Life so pure Doth ever flow from Thee And in thy Light we are full sure The lasting Light to see 3. PSAL. 27.15 My heart would faint but that in me This Hope is fixed fast The Lord God's good Grace shall I see In Life that ay shall last PSAL. 48.13 For this God is our God our God For evermore is He This God of ours even unto Death Our faithful Guide will be 4. PSAL. 17.17 When I awake I shall behold In Righteousness thy Face And I shall be most like to Thee Even filled with thy Grace PSAL. 16.11 Full Joys are in thy Presence Lord A sweet and precious Store My God at thy Right Hand there are Pleasures for evermore 5. PSAL. 103.21 Ye Angels which are great in Power Praise Ye and bless the Lord Which to obey and do his Will Immediately accord PSAL. 103.22 Ye all his Works in every place Praise ye his Holy Name My Heart my Mind and all my Soul For ever praise the same XXXIII A Song of Praise Collected from the Doxologies in the Revelation of St. John 1. Rev. 1.5 TO Him that lov'd us from Himself And dy'd to do us good And wash'd us from our scarlet sins In his own purest Blood Rev. 1.6 And made us Kings and Priests to God His Father infinite To him Eternal Glory be And Everlasting Might 2. Rev. 5.12 The Lamb is worthy that was slain To have all Power and VVealth All Honour Glory VVisdom Strength Thanks for his saving Health Rev. 5.13 Thanks Honour Glory Power to Him That on the Throne doth sit And to the Lamb for ever and For ever so be it 3. Rev. 7.9 Thousands of thousands of the Saints VVhich stand before their King VVith shining Robes and spreading Palms Loud Hallelujahs sing Rev. 7.10 Ascribe salvation to our God VVho sits upon the Throne Thy Beams will make our Faces shine In Thee we will rejoyce Thy Love is more to us than VVine Thou art the Uprights Choice 5. Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Tho' I am Black yet Fair Like Kedars Tents like Ornaments Which Solomons Bed doth wear 6. Look not with a disdainful Eye Upon my Sun-burnt Face My Mothers Children rag'd at me And wrought me much disgrace Such was their Envy such their Grudge Their Vines must be inspected Whilst at their Vines I was their Drudge Mine own were quite neglected 7. But O Thou whom my Soul doth Love Tell me now from thy Breast Where feeds the Flock where doth it move Where is its Noon-Tyde Rest Why should I stray and lose my way Till I at last do Fall Among thy Fellows Flocks as they Themselves do proudly call Christ. 8. O Fairest Fair then go and Trace The Footsteps of my Sheep And feed my Kids beside the Place Where my good Shepherds keep 9. My Love I have compared Thee To those Egyptian Mares Which in King Pharaohs Chariots flee O Fairest of all Fairs 10. Thy Cheeks are comely to behold Which Rows of Jewels deck Large Chains of pure and shining Gold Adorn thy Royal Neck 11. I and my Father we will make Borders of Gold for Thee With Silver Studs for thy dear sake That thou may ' st Richer be The Church 12. The King doth at his Table sit And I that love Him well Do pour my Spikenard on his Feet VVhich gives a Fragrant smell 13. My VVelbeloved is to Me A Pomander of Myrrh Betwixt my Breast all Night shall He Be Lodg'd and never stir 14. My VVelbeloved is to Me Like Aromatick VVines Like Clusters of the Camphire Tree Among Engeddi Vines Christ. 15. Lo thou art fair my only Love My Love lo thou art Fair Thou art my Love thou art my Dove Doves Eyes in thee appear The Church 16. Nay my Beloved thou art Fair My Fairness is from Thee And thou art sweet beyond compare VVhat a green Bed have we 17. The Beams are Cedars where we dwell So strong they will not stir The Rafters send a pleasant smell For they are made of Fir. The Paraphrase CHAP. I. 1. Now will I sing of Christ the King And of his Church the Queen The Song of Songs to them belongs Where their pure Flames are seen Dialogue The Church to Christ. 2. LET my dear Saviours Love appear By some assuring sign Thou Lord my sainting Soul dost chear When thou say'st I am thine Let others on their Danties feed And drink the richest VVine My Feast doâ—â— all their Feasts exceed VVhen thou say'st I am thine 3. Thy Word which sounds thy mighty Fame And how good thou hast been Doth so revive that for the same Souls love Thee tho' unseen Souls of an Heav'nly make and frame The Joyful Heirs of Grace Do taste such Sweetness in thy Name They long to see thy Face 4. Fain would I but I cannot move Sin hath Enfeebled me O draw me with the Cords of Love I
will run after Thee Thou hear'st thou draw'st I come I come Thy Love my God is sweet Thy Presence-Chamber is the Room Where Souls and Joys do meet Our Earthly Pleasures we forget To think upon thy Love All upright Souls their Minds do set On Thee my Lord above 5. Tho' I to Strangers black do seem And under Foot am trod Yet am I Fair in Heav'ns esteem I am the House of God 6. O do not scorn my outward state Ye know not what 's within Whom God doth love how dare ye hate My Saviour hides my Sin Profest Church-Members should have brought Some Comfort to my Mind But did they Treat me as they ought Alas they prov'd unkind Their Anger did my words controul They Bow'd me to their Will And so my own immortal Soul Declin'd and Fared ill 7. Pitty my tempted state O Lord Whom still I do adore O bring me home by thy good Word My Lapsed Soul Restore Since Lord thy Mercies still abides Shall I be lost among False Flocks false Doctrines and false Guides Which do thine Honour wrong Christ 8. My Church to Me the World is dross And thou a Pearl of Price And art thou Stray'd and as a Loss Attend to my Advice Look back upon my Church of old And mark which way they went And let thy Childrens Eyes behold The Pastors I have sent 9. As Pharaohs Horses Egypts Pride Is deem'd the Choicest Breed So thou my Church my Fairest Bride All Fair Ones doth exceed 10. Mans Eyes the outward state behold Mine Eyes are on thy Heart Whilst other'S shine with Pearl and Gold Through Grace thou lovely art 11. My Soul that loves thee is so glad Thy Stock of Grace to see I and my Father we will add A new supply to Thee The Church 12. My King doth Sit in Heav'n above VVhere Angels do attend And from below my Faith and Love Shall to my King ascend 13. My Faith ascends unto my Lord And brings him down to Me My Love a Bosom doth afford VVhere he shall lodged be O the sweet time as if I was Reigning in Heav'n above VVhence once my Soul doth Christ embrace in Arms of Faith and Love 14. It is so sweet when we do meet My Joys in Christ exceed The sweetest Smells and Tasts and Sighs VVhich can our Senses feed Christ 15. My dearest Church I do admire The Beauties of thy Mind So Meek so Harmless so Entire So Faithful and so Kind The Church 16. My dearest Lord thou art the Sun By whose bright Beams I shine And then my Glory first begun When thou becamest mine Since thou art mine and I am thine A Num'rous Race do flow In every place which to thy Grace Their Birth and Being owe. 17. The dear Assemblies of thy Saints Where thou my Lord dost dwell Are sweet and pure and shall endure Against the Gates of Hell The VERSION CHAP. II. Christ 1. I Am the Rose of Sharon-Field I am the Lilly White The Lilly which the Valleys yield I am both sweet and bright 2. What are Thorns in th' Account of Men Vnto the Lilly bright What are the Fairest Daughters when My Love appears in sight The Church 3. What are the common Trees o' th' Wood Unto the Apple Tree What is the Rich and Noblest Blood My lovely Lord to Thee I sate Rejoycing in Times past Under his cooling Shade His Fruit was sweet unto my Tast O what a Feast I made 4. Unto his Cellars stor'd with Wines He caus'd Me to remove Over my Head abroad he spread The Banner of his Love 5. Give Flagons for a Cordial Bring Apples Me to chear For I am sick I faint I fall I languish for my Dear 6. His Left Hand underneath my Head For my Support is plac'd His Right Hand over me is spread And thus I am Embrac'd 7. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor stir my Love Until it be his mind 8. My Welbeloved's Voice of Joy My Heart with Comfort fills He comes Leaping on Mountains high And Skipping on the Hills 9. My Welbeloved comes in hast Like a swift footed Roe Nay my Beloved flies so fast Young Hart did never so Behind our Wall lo he doth stand He 's at our Windows seen He shews himself so near at Hand There 's but a Grate between 10. I gladly heard his gracious Tone Who thus to me did say Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 11. The Season of the Year invites The Winters gone and past Behold a Spring of new Delights No Rain nor stormy Blast 12. The Flowers upon the Earth appear The Birds begin to sing The People of our Land do hear The Turtles murmuring 13. Green Figs upon their Trees are grown Young Grapes their Smells display Rise up my Love my Fairest One Make haste and come away 14. O my Fair Dove whose Fairness dwells In dark Obscurity In cloven Rocks and secret Cells Come shew thy self to me O let thy Face to me appear I 〈◊〉 thy Voice answer mine Thy Voice is Musick in mine Ear Thy Countenance doth shine 15. Catch us the Foxes in a Toyl The little Foxes catch For they our Fruitful Vines do spoil Their tender Grapes they snatch 16. My Welbeloved he is mine And I am his indeed In Pastures which with Lillies shine He makes his Flock to feed 17. Till the day break and shades depart Beloved hast to me Even as the Roe and tender Hart On Bether-Mountains flee The Paraphrase CHAP. II. Christ. 1. SVch is the Power of my sweet Love My Church it sweetneth It sweetens Earth and Heav'n above It sweetens Life and Death Such is the Beauty of my Face 'T is with such Glories crown'd That Solomon's Glory must give place To what shines me around As Lillies in the Valleys-grow So I the Valleys own The Humble are my Heav'n below The Lowly are my Throne 2. No comely Persons can I see But whom my Grace adorns My Church a Lilly is to me And all the Rest are Thorns The Church 3. None but a Jesus none but He He is the Chiefest Good My Jesus is an Apple-Tree And others Barren Wood He is a Shadow from the Heat Of Conscience Wrath and Hell He is true Manna Heav'nly Meat Which feeds his Israel The Shadow of his Sacraments Hath been exceeding good Under that Shade a Feast I made Upon his Flesh and Blood 4. My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'd With sweet and precious Wine What Sweetness found I in my Lord When he said I am thine As Souldiers to their Colours stand And after them do move So doth my dearest Lord command And draw me by his Love 5. Nothing but Glory can suffice The Appetite of Grace I long for Christ with Restless Eyes I languish for his Face O take me up or let me Sup On Promises Divine Those Apples from the Tree of Life Those Flagons full of Wine 6. How am I Born whilst
blest XXI A Song of Praise for the Patience of God 1. ALmighty God how hast thou born Wrongs not to be exprest Daring Rebellion Injur'd Love Light quenched in my Breast Man would be God and down he fell To teach him better Skill Yet he lifts up his bruised Bones Against his Maker still 2. Lord what a Monster is base Man Thus given to Rebel O that thou dost not cleave the Earth And send him quick to Hell His Sins for Wages loudly Cry Justice with dreadful sound Cries too Cut down this fruitless Tree VVhy cumbers it the Ground 3. But God waves his Advantages Of Right and Vengeance too And by his single Patience Doth daring Man out-do The Creature doth disdain his God By whom he is Maintain'd Yet God Maintains this Rebel-worm By whom he is disdain'd 4. Fool ask not where th' Almighty is All Glory to Him give Is not his Power fully prov'd In suffring Thee to Live VVas he not God he could not bear Such VVeights as on him lie VVeak things are quickly set on Fire And to their VVeapons flie 5. VVhy should not Patience make me sing VVhen Hell would make me roar Lord let thy Patience end in Love I 'll sing for evermore XXII A Song of Praise for Pardon of Sin 1. MY God a God of Pardon is His Bosom gives me Ease I have not do not please my God Yet Mercy Him doth please My Sins aloud for Vengeance call But lo a Fountain springs From Christ's pierc'd Side which louder cries And speaketh better things 2. My sins have reach'd up to the Heav'ns But Mercies Height exceeds God's Mercy is above the Heav'ns Above my sinful deeds My sins are many like the Stars Or sands upon the Shore But yet the Mercies of my God Are infinitely more 3. My Sins in bigness do arise Like Mountains Great and Tall But Mercy like a mighty Sea Covers these Mountains all This is a Sea that 's Bottomless A Sea without a Shore For where sin hath abounded much Mercies abound much more 4. Manasseh Paul and Magdalen Were Pardon'd all by Thee I read it and believe it Lord For thou hast pardon'd Me When God shall search the World for sin What trembling will be there O Rocks and Mountains cover us VVill be the Sinners Prayer 5. But the Lamb's wrath they need not fear Who once have felt his Love And they that walk with God below Shall dwell with God above Rage Earth and Hell come Life come Death Yet still my song shall be God was and is and will be good And merciful to Me. XXIII A Song of Praise for Peace of Conscience 1. MY God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease My Thoughts did rage my Soul was tost 'T was like a troubled Sea But what a Mighty Voice is this Which winds and waves obey 2. God spake the word Peace and be still My Sins those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight Where now are all my fears The VVorld can neither give nor take Nor yet can understand That Peace of God which Christ hath brought And gives me with his Hand 3. This is my Saviour's Legacy Confirm'd by his Decease Ye shall have Trouble in the VVorld In Me ye shall have Peace And so it is the World doth rage And Peace in me doth Reign And whilst my God maintains the Fort Their Batt'ries are in vain 4. The Burning Bush was not consum'd VVhilst God remained there The Three when Christ did make the Fourth Found Fire as weak as Air So is my Mem'ry stufft with Sins Enough to make an Hell And yet my Conscience is not scorch'd For God in Me doth dwell 5. VVhere God doth dwell sure Heav'n is there And Singing there must be Since Lord thy Presence makes my Heaven VVhom should I sing but Thee My God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease XXIV A Song of Praise for Joy in the H. Ghost 1. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit doth rejoyce In God my Saviour and my God I hear his joyful Voice I need not go abroad for Joy VVho have a feast at Home My Sighs are turned into Songs The Comforter is come 2. Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my Breast To witness God's Eternal Love This is my Heav'nly Feast This makes me Abba Father cry VVith Confidence of Soul It makes me cry my Lord my God And that without Controul 3. There is a Stream which Issues forth From God's Eternal Throne And from the Lamb a living Stream Clear as the Crystal Stone This Stream doth water Paradise It makes the Angels sing One Cordial Drop revives my Heart Hence all my Joys do spring 4. Such Joys as are unspeakable And full of Glory too Such hidden Manna hidden Pearls As worldings do not know Eye hath not seen nor Ear hath heard From Fancy 't is conceal'd VVhat thou Lord hast laid up for thine And hast to me reveal'd 5. I see thy Face I hear thy Voice I taste thy sweetest Love My Soul doth leap but O for wings The Wings of Noah's Dove Then should I Flee far hence away Leaving this world of sin Then should my Lord put forth his Hand And kindly take me in 6. Then should my Soul with Angels Feast On Joys that always last Blest be my God the God of Joy Who gives me here a Taste XXV A Song of Praise for Grace 1. O God of Grace who hast Restor'd Thine Image unto Me Which by my Sins was quite defac'd What shall I render Thee Thine Image and Inscription Lord Upon my Heart I bear Thine own I render unto Thee O God my God most dear 2. My self I owe Thee for my self Whom Thou didst make of Earth But thou hast made me o're again Thou gav'st a Second Birth Twice born and twice endu'd with Life I hast to come to Thee To pay my Vows my Thanks my Heart With all Humility 3. O was I Born first from Beneath And then Born from above Am I a Child of Man and God O Rich and Endless Love When I had broke the Tables Lord New Tables thou didst Hew And with thy Finger didst Engrave Thy Laws on them anew 4. Earth is my Mother Earth my Nurse And Earth must be my Tomb Yet God the God of Heav'n and Earth My Father is become Hell enter'd Me and into Hell I quickly should have Run But O! kind Heav'n laid hold on Me Heav'n is in Me begun 5. This Spark will rise into a Flame This Seed into a Tree My Songs shall rise my Praises shall Loud Hallelujahs be XXVI A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer 1. WHat are the Heav'ns O God of Heaven Thou art more bright more high What are bright Stars and brighter Saints To thy bright Majesty Thou' rt far above the Songs of Heav'n Sung by the
sick of Love In those blest Hands of his His Left my Souls Support doth prove His Right my Comfort is 7. And whilst his Love doth me enflame Hear what a Charge I give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night 8. My dearest Saviours Voice I hear He comes on my account Nothing can stop his full Career No not Corruptions Mount 9. My Lord makes hast from Heav'n to Earth And he himself presents To Men of a polluted Birth By Word and Sacraments Tho' like a Wall our frail Estate Prevents a perfect Sight Yet thro' his Ordinances Grate Dart in some Beams of Light 10. My Lord to me did thus begin Arise my Love and flee From World Flesh Satan Self and Sin O come away to me 11. Time was when thou wast cold and dead An Heir of Wrath thou wast And Vengeance-Storms hung o're thy Head But those sad Days are past 12. The Flowers of Grace begin to spring In Thee so hopefully That all the Heav'nly Quire doth sing Glory to God on High 13. My Church thou art my tender Plant My Dews have nourish'd Thee Now thou art 〈◊〉 mine now thou must grant Thy Fruit thy Self to Me. 14. My heartless Dove why dost thou faint And hide thy self from me Thou know'st not how I love a Saint How welcome thou should'st be Come come before thy Lord appear Thy Person joys my Sight Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear Thy Voice is my Delight 15. Ye Men of God whose Charge it is In God's Courts to attend Restrain those Enemies of his Which do his Church offend 16. Mine through my Faith is my dear Lord His through his Love am I He feeds his People with his Word Which tasts most pleasantly 17. He feeds them with his Word of Grace Till Glories Day appears Which all the Shades away shall chase Of Sins and Griefs and Fears Come Love come Lord come that long day My earnest Expectation Shovel these Days out of the way These Hills of Separation The VERSION CHAP. III. The Church 1. HIM whom my Soul doth love I sought By Night upon my Bed I sought him but I found him not My Souls Delight was fled 2. And slug I here I 'll now arise And go about the Town I 'll search the Streets and broader ways Until I find my own Up did I get and out I went My Dearest to regain But when I had my Labour spent Alas it was in vain 3. The City-watch did light on me Of whom I did enquire In any Street pray Did ye see The Man whom I admire 4. 'T was but a little while that I Had from the Watch-men pass'd But I did find my only Joy And then I held him fast I held and would not let him go Till I had brought him home Into my Mothers House and so Into my Native Room 5. O Salems Daughters you I charge Both by the Roe and Hind Ye do not move nor ' wake my Love Until it be his Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 6. What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises Perfum'd with Myrrh and Frankincense And all the Merchants Spices The Church 7. Such Ornaments his Bed do grace As Solomons Bed commend Where threescore Men of Israels Race His valiant Guards attend 8. They all hold Swords couragiously They all know how to Fight Each hath his Sword upon his Thigh Because of Fear i' th' Night The Chariot of King Solomon Which for himself he made Was of the Wood of Lebanon Which Silver Pillars had 10. Gold was the bottom and above Rich Purple cover'd it The midst whereof was pav'd with Love For Salems Daughters Fit 11. Look Virgins on King Solomon His Crown so Rich so Gay Wherewith his Mother Crown him on His Joyful Marriage-day The Paraphrase CHAP. III. The Church 1. ONce did I seek my dearest Lord But with a sleepy Mind His presence he did not afford Slack Seekers cannot find 2. Shall I said I forgoe my Christ And so close up mine Eyes No no he was so dearly mist I could not but arise My Bed was Thorus no Bed for me Nothing could give me rest Till I my dearest Lord might see And can upon his Breast VVhen private means could not prevail In publick Him I sought I waited till my Eyes did fail Alas I found him not 3. God's holy VVatchmen did Me find Of whom I did enquire Pray can ye help my troubled Mind VVhich doth a Christ desire O happy Stars if ye might be My Guides to Jesus now Seers did ye my Saviour see Pray tell me where and how Means must be us'd but cannot heal VVithout a Sovereign VVord Christ only can himself reveal And still I lack'd my Lord. 4. One dark Hour more I did sustain And then the Night was past Tho' I had sought so long in vain I found my Lord at last I found my Lord and held him fast And would not let him part My New-found Jesus I embrac'd And Lodg'd Him in my Heart I would not lose my Christ again And gain a Second Hell My Prayers and Tears did him constrain VVithin my Soul to dwell As Clouds are pierc'd with powerful light His Beams thro' me did shine His dear Assemblies saw this Sight And joy'd that Christ was mine 5. Christ's Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve He is all Love he is my Love O do not him abuse Do not again put him to pain Dear Christians turn not Jews Lord leave us not yet if thou wilt With Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night Weak Believers 6. What Heav'nly Souls from Earth arise And do at Heav'n aspire They mount they soar they fix their Eyes On God their chief Desire Earths Wilderness they nobly scorn Whilst others Rake for it Heav'ns Graces them do so Adorn That they for Heav'n are fit The Church 7. Admire not me but my dear Lord Whose Bosom gives me rest Whose Angels watch with one accord That none should me molest 8. These Heav'nly Guards are full of might And ready do they stand For to defend his Churches Right When he shall them command When Darkness breeds tormenting Fear Then help comes from on High A strengthing Angel doth appear Amidst that Agony 9. Heav'n is the High and Glorious Throne Of my most Glorious Lord Who yet on Earth Rides up and down I' th' Chariot of his Word 10. His Word is rich and strong and pure As all his Saints do prove VVho of its true Intent are sure And find it 's Heart is Love 11. Go ye that own the Highest Name
My Honey Comb and Honey too Have been my sweet Repast My Wine my Milk which here do flow Have chear'd my Heart and Tast My Friends and dear Companions Come Feast your selves with Me Drink O my Welbeloved Ones Yea Drink abundantly The Church 2. I sleep but yet my Heart doth wake Heark my Beloved One Doth Knock and Call I can't mistake His Knock his Tread his Tone Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to me my Undefil'd Open to me my Dove Open to me that wait for Thee My Head is fill'd with Dew And all my Locks with Ev'ning Drops Let 's have an Enterview 3. My Coat is off and how shall I Put on my Coat again Should I come o're the Dusty Floor My washed Feet to stain 4. My Dearest then by the key-hole His willing Hand did move Which when I did perceive my Soul Was touch'd with Grief and Love 5. Rowz'd by this Passion I did stir And answer'd to his Call My Hands and Fingers drop'd with Myrrh Which from the Lock did fall 6. Then did I open to my Dear But he alas was gone He whom I did so lately hear Methoughts I was undone I sought him whom my Soul ador'd But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd my Love my Lord But He no answer gave 7. Then did the cruel City-VVatch Smite Me and wound Me sore The Keepers of the VVall did snatch Away the Veil I wore 8. O Daughters of Jerusalem I charge You if Ye find My Glorious Dear that he may hear My Love afflicts my Mind The Daughters of Jerusalem 9. What Jewel is this Dear of thine O Fairest let us know Wherein does thine Others out-shine That thou dost charge us so The Church 10. My dear Delight is Red and VVhite The Lilly and the Rose So sweet a Grace adorns his Face Ten thousand he out-goes 11. His Head is like the Finest Gold And curled Locks doth wear VVhich do the Ravens Colour hold So comely is his Hair 12. His Eyes are like the Eyes of Doves VVhich on the Banks are met And do the streams of VVater love Milk-washt and fitly set 13. His Cheeks are like a spicy Bed VVhere all Perfumes do meet His Lips like Lillies whence is shed The Myrrh that smells so sweet 14. His Hands are like the Chrysolite In Rings of Gold display'd His Belly is like Ivory bright VVith Sapphires overlaid 15. His Legs like Marble Pillars are On Golden Sockets set His Face like Lebanon is most Fair Like Cedars most compleat His Mouth is most exceeding Sweet Yea he is wholly so Down from his Head unto his Feet VVith Sweetness he doth flow O Salems Daughters This is He Of whom ye did enquire This is the Friend that loveth Me This is my Hearts desire The Paraphrase CHAP. V. Christ 1. MY Love my Dearest hath Me brought Whither thou didst Invite Thy Graces which my Hand hath wrought Have been my Souls delight Thou art a Vine which with thy VVine Both God and Man dost chear Feed on the Fruits prepar'd in Thee A constant Feast is there The Church 2. Such drowsiness doth me possess I live and yet I die Some Life I have no Liveliness How dark and cold am I Here in the dark and deep I grope Who us'd to live above Where is my Faith Where is my Hope Where is my wonted Love It is no Strangers Voice I hear I know it is my Lords He knocks both at my Heart and Ear These are his loving words Open to Me my Fathers Child Open to Me my Love Open to Me my Undefil'd Open to Me my Dove My Gracious Patience hath stood Long waiting at thy Door Fain would I enter for thy good Slight not thy Saviour 3. One would have thought such melting words Should break an heart of Steel But I Alas so stupid was Their Force I did not feel My Answer was to this Effect Lord now I am at ease And Lord if I should Thee respect My Friends I should displease Thy Service Lord would cost me dear The World would me molest Thy heavy Cross how can I bear Do not disturb my Rest 4. My Lord to this made no Reply Only on Me he cast A sad and a Rebuking Eye On which this sense I pass'd Dost thou my Patience thus requite To make it longer bear Dost all my Love and Sufferings slight I look'd for better Fare This stirr'd my Love my Grief and shame Which put me to such pain 5. That I resolv'd whatever came To own my Christ again Accurst Temptations be ye gone And do not me restrain Satan Avaunt let Me alone I 'll have my Christ again This Resolution gave some Ease To my distressed Mind My Griefs did then begin to cease VVhen I to Christ inclin'd 6. But when I did my self address My Saviour to embrace Alas for my Unworthiness My Saviour hid his Face For He is Great as well as Good And will not be disdain'd Then his kind words which I withstood My Conscience sorely pain'd O then I wish'd a thousand times That I had been so wise To shake off my Security VVhen Christ bade Me arise I sought him daily in his VVord But him I could not have I call'd and cry'd My Love my Lord But he no Answer gave 7. Earth did oppress whom Heav'n forsook Nothing but Griefs I found For they who to my Soul should look My Soul did pierce and wound Their words and deeds did both conspire To grieve my grieved heart Their Scorns and Jears were Swords Spears VVhich did increase my Smart But still my greatest wound was here My Lord I could not find Had I my Lord I should not care Tho' others prov'd unkind 8. Another Course I straightways took I did repair to those VVho Sion wards do often look And did my Case propose Blest Souls said I who oft attend At the Almighties Court My Case to you I do commend That you may it report A Lord I have or rather had My VVelbeloved one His Presence us'd to make me glad But Ah my Lord is gone If when you pray he should acquaint You with his Love and Grace Tell him from me my Heart doth faint And Languish for his Face 9. VVho is said they this Lord of thine O Fairest let us know VVherein does thine others out-shine That thou dost Charge us so 10. My dearest Lord is VVhite and Red VVhite thro' his Purity Red thro' his Blood which he did shed For such an one as I VVas he not Red but only White The Lilly not the Rose He might delight the Angels Sight But I am none of those Was he not White but only Red A Sufferer for his sin His Blood would rest upon his head Nor could I Joy therein But my dear Lord is White and Red This Mixture pleaseth me For for my sins he suffered When he from sin was free What a reviving sight is this A righteous Saviour's Blood The Bath of Sin the Spring of
Bliss Most pure most sweet and good The fond inchanted VVorld admires Their Idols here below Their creeping groveling poor Desires Their Childish Minds do shew Did but my Glorious Lord appear O did they him but know What formerly their Glories were Would be no longer so The lesser Lights all disappear When once my Sun doth shine And tho' Ten Thousand Lords were here None could be like to mine My Lord he is the King of Kings The Fairest of all Fairs Of all your fine and boasted things None with my Lord compares VVhat 's your thick Clay Your stones bring forth VVhich ye your Jewels call My Lord he is of real worth And goes beyond them all 11. His Godhead and his Government Are infinitely pure Most Glorious and most Excellent And ever shall endure 12. His is a pure and piercing Eye Thro' all the Earth it moves VVhich the dark Hypocrite doth spy And secret good approves 13. His Cheeks appear most bright and clear VVhen he himself doth shew Methinks I in a Garden walk VVhere Flowers and Spices grow VVhen he doth my affections stir And speaks unto my Mind Methinks the Lillies drop with Myrrh Such Savour do I find So sweet a Grace adorns his Face His Face like Heav'n doth shine And O what Musick do I hear VVhen he saith I am thine 14. His Hands are like to Rings of Gold The works of my dear Lord Are bright and comely to behold His VVorks fulfil his VVord The Tender Bowels of his Love How precious they be VVhen I am Griev'd his Bowels move And loudly plead for me 15. The sweet Proceedings of my Lord Are like his Purposes Holy and Pure and Firm and sure Both Love and Stedfastness His Countenance Majestical All Rev'rence doth Command If he but Frowns on us we fall But if he Smiles we stand 16. His Mouth is most exceeding sweet All sweetness like an Hive One word of his like Honey is O how it doth revive As I begun should I go on My Dearest Lord to Limn You 'd say all sweets compacteâ—â—â— And summed up in him My Lord is Larger than Desires Fairer than VVords can show One comely part fond Earth admires My Lord is wholly so O Heav'n-born Souls This This is he Of whom ye did enquire This is the Friend that Loveth me This is my Hearts Desire The VERSION CHAP. VI. The Daughters of Jerusalem 1. FAirest of Fairs if thus it be O whither is he gone Tell us that we may seek with thee This thy Beloved One. The Church 2. Down to his Garden he is gone VVhere Beds of Spices are That he may Feed and Feast thereon And Gather Lillies there 3. I am my VVelbeloved ones My VVelbeloved's mine He Feeds and Treads in pleasant Meads VVhere the bright Lillies shine Christ. 4. My Love like Tirzah thou art Neat And like Jerusalem And like an Army so Compleat Men fly for Fear of them 5. O turn away thine Eyes from me Thy bright and sparkling Eyes To bear so great Felicity My strength doth not suffice Thy Hairy Locks are like Goats Flocks VVhich from Mount Gilead look 6. So are thy Teeth like VVell shorn sheep Come from the VVashing-brook They Pregnant are as well as Fair For Fruit as well as View For each of them her Twins doth bear There 's not one barren Ewe 7. As broke Pomegranate seemeth Red And shines exceeding clear So do the temples of thy Head Within thy Locks appear 8. Thrice twenty Queens together stand And fourscore Concubines And Virgins like the num'rous sand Which to the Sea adjoyns 9. My spotless Dove she is but one The Darling of her Mother Who loves and prizes her alone She knows not such another The Daughters saw her comely Lines And prais'd her Lovely Face Yea all the Queens and Concubines Admir'd her Beauteous Grace 10. VVhat Morn looks forth what Moon is there VVhat Sun may yonder be Fierce Troups with Flags display'd appear O what a One is She 11. To the Nut-Garden down I went To see the Fruits below VVhether the Vines their Grapes did vent And the Pomegranates grow 12. My Soul gave me a sudden twitch And made me nimbly slide Like those swift Chariots in which Amminadib did Ride 13. Return Return O Shulamite Return Return Apace That we may look with much delight Vpon thy Glorious Face What in the Shulamite I pray Do ye expect to see Two Armies set in good Array Even such a one is she The Paraphrase CHAP VI. The Church 1. WHilst thus my dearest Lord I prais'd As I could do no less They heard they look'd they stood amaz'd At my great happiness And when I ceas'd they thus reply'd O Fairest we must needs Congratulate thy Blest Estate Which ours so far exceeds O that we were in such a Case As we perceive thou art O that our Souls might find a place In thy Beloved's Heart Whither is thy Beloved gone Pray let us go with thee To seek thy Well beloved One Whose Face we fain would see 2. If you my dearest Lord would see Then go unto his Court Look where his Saints Assembled be Thither you must Resort For they his Pleasure-Gardens are Where he delights to be They are his Comfort and his Care There you my Lord may see Some Souls he breeds and some he feeds Others he doth remove Hence for his lower Gardens to His Paradise above 3. I am my Well-beloved ones My Well-beloved's mine To me his Love a Feast doth prove Beyond the Richest Wine Christ 4. My dearest Church on whom I see A Fair and Royal Stamp All sweetness joyn'd with Majesty Thou art both court and camp 5. Thy Prayers are arms thy Praises charms Thy Love is like a Dart Thy Faith and Graces are so strong They overcome my Heart Thy Fair Profession I esteem Because it springs from Grace Which makes thee yet more comely seem As Hair adorns the Face 6. Thy Pastors which prepare thy Food Do in their Minds agree Their Lives and Doctrines both are good And bring much Fruit to me 7. Thy countenance so shines with Grace That many Hearts it moves And Grace's colour in thy Face It s great Advantage proves 8. The World presents its glorious Shews But what are those to me In my dear Church my only Spouse All Glories do I see 9. Earths Pride would soon confounded be Should but my Spouse appear Who to her mother and to me Is so exceeding dear Her Noble Birth and Real Worth Have gain'd her so much Fame The greatest Princes of the Earth Have prais'd her worthy Name 10. Her Sweetness joyn'd with Majesty Her Presence much Endear'd Her Power with her Purity Made her both lov'd and fear'd 11. I have been with my new born Saints I have been down to see What Buds were on my tender Plants What hopes of Fruit for me 12. When my dear Church I hid my Face Thou did'st thy self bemoan I did but prove thy Faithful Love When thou thought'st I was gone
Our Parent Nurse and Guide Whose Streams do water Paradise And all the Earth beside Thine Upper and Thine Nether Springs Make both thy Worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltering Wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive 6. Thy Arm of Might most mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts doth break My God thou canst do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou canst not Cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth Thee That canst thou do and more 7. Who would not fear thy Searching Eye Witness to all that 's true Dark Hell and deep Hypocrisie Lie plain before its View Motions and Thoughts before they grow Thy Knowledge doth Espy What unborn Ages are to do Is done before thine Eye 8. Thy Wisdom which both makes and mends We ever much Admire Creation all our Wit Transcends Redemption rises Higher Thy Wisdom guides stray'd Sinners home 'T will make the dead World rise And bring those Prisoners to their Doom Its Paths are Mysteries 9. Great is thy Truth and shall prevail To Unbelievers shame Thy Truth and Years do never sail Thou ever art the same Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God doth not his Israel Save Then let Egyptians mock 10. Most pure and Holy are thine Eyes Most Holy is thy Name Thy Saints and Laws and Penalties Thy Holyness proclaim This is the Devils scourge and sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In Heavenly Canaan's Tongue 11. Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are drown'd in thy Red Sea Mercy is God's Memorial And in all Ages prais'd My God thine only Son did fall That Mercy might be Rais'd 12. Thy bright Back parts O God of Grace I Humbly here Adore Shew me thy Glory and thy Face That I may praise Thee more Since none can see thy Face and live For me to die is best Through Jordan's streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan's Rest Another 1. WHat shall I Render to my God For all his Gifts to Me Sing Heav'n and Earth rejoyce and praise His Glorious Majesty Bright Cherubims sweet Seraphims Praise Him with all your might Praise praise Him all ye Hosts of Heav'n Praise him ye Saints in Light 2. Ye blessed Patriachs praise the Lord For his First-fruits are ye Bless'd Prophets who dreamt here of God Praise Him whom now you see Offer to God ye glorious Priests Your Sacrifice of Praise Sweet Psalmists now your Hearts are Fixt Your tuneful Voices raise 3. Yet twelve Apostles of the Lamb Who here proclaim'd your King And Fill'd this World with holy Sounds Loud Hallelujahs Sing Triumphant Martyrs ye did Fight And Fighting ye did fall And falling ye took up a Crown Crown Him who Crown'd you all 4. Praise praise Him all ye saved Ones From whom Salvation came Praise Him that Sits upon the Throne And Praise the Glorious Lamb. Praise praise him all ye Saints below Praise him both East and West Praise him all ye Baptized Lands Praise whom you have Profess'd 5. O Praise Him all ye Crowned Heads That own the Christian Name Praise Him who is the King of Kings Raise and Enlarge his Fame Praise Him all Christian Magistrates Gain Credit to his Ways Praise Him ye Ministers of God Teach Others Him to Praise 6. Praise Him our Famous Christian Isle Praise him with one accord Let every Tongue let every Tribe Be taught to Praise the Lord Praise Him my Friends and Kindred all O Praise Him all your Days My Mind and Heart my Lip and Life Joyn to advance his Praise 7. O Let me praise thee whilst I live And praise thee when I dye And praise thee when I rise again And to Eternity Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost The Father sent his Son The Son sends forth the Holy Ghost For Mens Salvation 8. Mysterious depths of Endless Love Our Admirations raise My God thy Name exalted is Far above all our Praise III. A Song of Praise for Creation 1. THou wast O God and thou wast Blest Before the World begun Of thine Eternity possest Before Time's Glass did Run Thou needest none thy Praise to Sing As if thy Joy could Fade Could'st thou have needed any thing Thou could'st have nothing made 2. Great and Good God it pleased Thee Thy God-head to declare And what thy Goodness did decree Thy Greatness did prepare Thou spak'st and Heaven and Earth Appear'd And Answer'd to thy Call As if their Makers Voice they heard Which is the Creatures ALL. 3. Thou spak'st the Word most mighty Lord Thy Word went forth with Speed Thy Will O Lord it was thy Word Thy Word it was thy Deed Thou brought'st forth Adam from the Ground And Eve out of his Side Thy Blessings made the Earth abound With these Two multiply'd 4. Those three great Leaves Heav'n Sea Land Thy Name in Figures shew Bruites feel the Bounty of thy Hand But I my Maker know Should not I here thy Servant be VVhose Creatures serve me here My Lord whom should I fear but Thee VVho am thy Creatures Fear 5. To whom Lord should I Sing but thee The Maker of my Tongue Lo other Lords would Seize on Me But I to thee belong As Waters haste unto their Sea And Earth unto its Earth So let my Soul return to Thee From whom it had its Birth 6. But ah I 'am fallen in the Night And cannot come to thee Yet speak the Word Let there be Light It shall Enlighten me And let thy Word most Mighty Lord Thy Fallen Creature raise O make me o're again and I Shall Sing my Makers praise IV. A Song of Praise for Preservation 1. THou Lord who raised'st Heaven and Earth Dost make thy Building stand The Weight whereof doth wholly Rest On thine Almighty Hand Should'st thou withdraw thy Hand of might The Earth would quit its place The shining Heaven would vanish streight Into meer empty Space 2. For as that Liquors Scent remains Which first the Cask did Fill So Feeble Creatures hold the Scent Of their first nothing still Lord what is Man that Child of Pride That boasts his High degree If one poor moment he be Left He Sinks and where is He 3. In Thee I Live and Move and am Thou deal'st me out my days As thou renew'st my Being Lord Let me renew thy Praise From thee I am through thee I am And for thee I must be 'T is better for me not to live Than not to live to thee 4. My God thou art my glorious Sun By whose bright Beams I shine As thou Lord ever art with Me Let me be ever thine Thou art my living Fountain Lord Whose streams on me do flow My self I render unto thee To whom my self I owe. 5. As thou Lord an Immortal Soul Has t Breathed into me So let my Soul be Breathing forth Immortal Thanks to Thee V. A Song of Praise for Provision 1. COme let us praise our
Holy Ones And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear To a poor Sinners groans 2. God minds the Language of my Heart My Groans and Sighs he hears He hath a Book for my Request A Bottle for my Tears But did not my dear Saviour's Blood First wash away their Guilt My Sighs would prove but empty Air My Tears would all be spilt 3. Lord thine Eternal Spirit was My Advocate within But O! my Smoak joyn'd with thy Flame My Prayer was mixt with Sin But then Christ was my Altar and My Advocate above His Blood did clear my Prayer and gain'd An Answer full of Love 4. It could not be that thou shouldst hear A Mortal sinful Worm But that my Prayers presented are In a more glorious Form Christ's precious Hands took my Requests And turn'd my Dross to Gold His Blood put warmth into my Prayers Which were by Nature cold 5. Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus sake Whom thou dost hear always Lord hear through that prevailing Name My Voice of Joy and Praise XXVII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies 1. GReat God who dost the World command Thou check'st both winds and waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine Enchain'd Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoaking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the only only God Their Fury dost restrain 2. Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow And change his Murm'ring Breath Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels have Arm'd at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part 3. Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for Thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress I to my God did flee He with Compassion heard my Cry He did Arise for Me. 4. With humble Fear and thankful Joy Lord at thy Feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That Thou alone dost all Thou art all Pow'r thou art all Love And so thou art to Me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity XXVIII A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Spiritual Troubles 1. I That am drawn out of the Depth Will sing upon the Shore I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay Pure Mercy will adore The Terrors of the Living God My Soul did so affright I fear'd lest I should be condemn'd To an Eternal Night 2. Kind was the Pity of my Friends But could not Ease my Smart Their Words indeed did reach my Case But could not reach my Heart Ah then what was this World to Me To whom God's Word was dark Who in my Dungeon cou'd not see One Beam or shining Spark 3. What then were all the Creatures Smiles When the Creator frown'd My Days were Nights my Life was Death My Being was my VVound Trtur'd and wrack'd with Hellish Fears VVhen God the Blow should give â—ne Eyes did fail my Heart did sink Then Mercy bid me live 4. God's Furnace doth in Sion stand But Sion's God sits by As the Refiner views his Gold With an observant Eye God's Thoughts are high his Love is wise His Wounds a Cure intend And tho' he doth not always smile He loves unto the end 5. Thy Love is constant to its Line Tho' Clouds oft come between O could my Faith but pierce these Clouds It might be always seen But I am weak and forc'd to cry Take up my Soul to thee Then as thou ever art the same So shall I ever be 6. Then shall I ever ever sing Whilst thou dost ever shine I have thine own dear Pledge for this Lord thou art ever mine XXIX A Song of Praise for Deliverance from imminent Dangers of Death 1. LOrd of my Life length of my Days Thy Hand hath rescu'd me Who lying at the Gates of Death Among the dead was free My dearest Friends I had resign'd Unto their Makers Care Me thought I only time had lest For a concluding Prayer 2. Me thoughts Death laid his Hand 〈…〉 And did his Pris'nâ—◠〈…〉 And by the sound me â—â—oughts I heard His Masters Feet behind Me thoughts I stood upon the Shore And nothing could I see But the Vast Ocean with my Eyes A Vast Eternity 3. Me thoughts I heard the Midnight Cry Behold the Bridegroom comes Me thoughts I was call'd to the Bar Where Souls receive their Dooms The VVorld was at an End to me As if it all did Burn But lo there came a Voice from Heav'n VVhich order'd my Return 4. Lord I return'd at thy Command VVhat wilt thou have me do O let me wholly live to Thee To whom my Life I owe Fain would I dedicate to Thee The Remnant of my Days Lord with my Life renew my Heart That both thy Name may praise XXX A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory 1. I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears Alas how 〈◊〉 sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every String My Musick is a Captives Chains Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill 2. Yet lo I hear a Joyful Sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey-Comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at Home 3. Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest Friend Come for I loath these Kedar Tents Thy Fiery Chariots send What have I here my Thoughts and Joys Are all pack'd up and gone My Eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne 4. What have I in this Barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a Place for me For 't is his Will that where he is There should his Servants be 5. Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns Me in this World Will own me in the next 6. Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast walked with him here Go see thy God at Home View Death with a believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place 7. The Grave is but a Fining-Pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The world which I have known too well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind Its vexing Vanities 8. My dearest Friends they dwell above Them will I go to see And all my Friends in Christ below VVill soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become 9. Blest be my God that gives me Light
how to spare It ever lies before mine Eyes It is my constant care But thou O Solomon must have A thousand for thy Gains And those that keep its Fruit may crave Two Hundred for their pains 13. And now farewel thou that Dost dwell In Gardens here below As thy Companions hear thy Voice So let me hear it too The Church 14. Haste my Beloved like a Roe Which soon her course fulfils O that thou wert like a young Hart Upon the Spicy Hills The Paraphrase CHAP. VIII The Church 1. LORD that thou wert as near to me As is my Mothers Son Such freedom should I have with thee As if we both were One I would impart my very Heart To one that was so near VVhose nearness should advance my Love Above all Slavish fear 2. Gods Holy Church my Mother Dear Sould me such Lectures Read I should provide such Heav'nly Chear VVhereon thou lov'st to Feed 3. And then shouldst thou thy Love display The Riches of thy Grace Thy Left Hand then my Head should slay Thy Right my Heart embrace 4. Christs Love my Heart doth so inflame This Charge I needs must give All ye that own his Sacred Name Do not his Spirit grieve Lord leave us not if yet thou wilt VVith Tears we 'll own thy Right But a Departure forc'd by Guilt Makes a Tempestuous Night VVeak Christians 5. VVhat strange Aspiring Souls are those VVhich do this VVorld disdain VVho on their Lord themselves repose Heav'ns Kingdom to obtain The Church Under thine Ordinances Shade I Sought and found thine Aid For there thine Entrance first was made Thy Graces first Conveigh'd 6. Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast Engrave it on thine Heart There let it be so sure possest It thence shall ne're depart For Love like Death doth cast its Dart VVhich wounds me to the quick Thy Presence Lord supports my Heart Thy absence makes it Sick Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain My Heart so deep Engag'd I should be Tortur'd with such pain As could not be asswag'd O Love Me Lord or else I die Thee Lord my Love doth crave My Lord shouldst thou my Love deny My Love would be my Grave My Love doth flame my Jealousie So burns my Heart and Eyes I must embrace my Lord or I Must be Loves Sacrifice 7. Whole Seas of Trouble cannot quench Loves everlasting Fire Though Hell oppose whom I have chose I cannot but Admire None but a Christ none but my Lord No Brides can take with Me A proffer'd World would be abhorr'd A Christ and none but He The Jewish Church 8 Remember the Blind Nations Lord Who in a Dungeon grope And lack the Sun-shine of thy Word Yet Prisn'rs are of Hope When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone When they are call'd and own'd for Thine What shall be further done Christ 9. If they be constant to my Name And firmly hold my VVord They shall be blest with strength and fame And honour'd by their Lord If they will open at my Call That I with them may dwell I 'll hold them fast and make them last Against the Gates of Hell The Jewish Church 10. Lord I am constant to thy Name And firmly hold thy Word I had a Smile upon the same From my most Gracious Lord. Christ. 11. I nor admire nor imitate Those who their Vineyards Let Who of their Profit do abate That they some Ease may get 12. My Church and Vineyard is alway My care and my Delight I my self keep it every Day And watch it every Night Drest by my Hand watch'd by my Eye Its Fruit to me abounds The Praise of its Fertility Wholly to me redounds 13. My Dearest Church who art compos'd Of divers companies Now we have both our Minds disclos'd I 'll end with this Advice As all thy Members give an Ear Vnto thy Gracious Strain So let Me often from thee hear Vntil we Meet again The Church 14. Ah my dear Saviour pity Me Preserve Me in thy Heart And Oh make hast make hast that we May Meet and never part DIVES AND LAZARUS IN Judah's Vale a Man of Wealth abode Vile as a Beast yet Worship'd as a God Who Tyrian Cloaths and Egypts Linnen-ware And on whose Table met Land Sea and Air. Beneath the Threshold of his Out-most Gate A pale deformed horrid Carcass Sate Another Job But of more Fixed Woes Who from his Dunghil never once arose God Help Me was his Name God was his all Those few that knew him Lazarus him did call Need Pain and Scorn at once did on him lie His Bed was Earth his Covering was the Sky Nothing had he to pay of Natures Scores Empty he was of Bread but full of Sores Hunger that Wrack will make a Man confess What modest Minds endeavour to oppress Sharp Hunger whets the Wit and mends its strain It hurts the Bowels but it helps the Brain A Servant pass'd the Gate where lo he found This Ruful Odject groveling on the Ground Said Lazarus Sir if Pity be my due Give to your Master what I give to you Lazarus his Petition MOst Noble Sir I humbly crave What Nature doth exact from Me I am a Borderer on the Grave Half slain with sharp Necessity For Childrens Bread I do not Call I do not Ask you Servants Fare Only the Sweepings of your Hall I Beg and what your Dogs may spare Doom Me not Sir to perish at your Gate Who may Preserve Me at so Cheap a Rate For Father Judah's sake some Fragments give I 'll serve You at God's Altars whilst I live Dives his Answer WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me Accurst be all such Crawling Toads as He Pests of my Gate Vermin that Creep so Nigh I Hate 'em Let Him Rot and Die In vain the poor Mans thoughts pursu'd his Suit The Dogs were humane but their Lord a Brute They left their Snarling to their Masters Face They Ran and Lazarus gently did embrace He was the pity'd Patient of those Hounds Whose lambent Tongues did cool his burning wounds This done the squalid Vassals of the Times Scorn'd ragged Virtue Honour'd purple Crimes Things are mis-judged by the purblind Eye Which views their Posture not their tendency Till Justice ' wakes to right its injur'd Laws Which doth not weigh the Person but the Cause Nor Rags nor Sores are Clouds that can disguise A splendid Soul to Heavens Soul-searching Eyes Earths Laz'rus was Heavens Dives Earths disdain Was a meet Guest for Heaven to entertain Now comes the Golden Hour that sets him free From his Apprenticeship to misery His Corps the Graves old Neighbour long Uddrest At length is slip into its Bed of Rest A Treasure 't is tho' Funeral-costs it wants The Richest Mineral is the Dust of Saints He was his own most serious Mourner here He Mourn'd enough He needs no Hired Tear The time is come that Lazarus must be clad With such fine Linnen Dives never had The time is come that
Lazarus must be Fed With Heavens rich Juices and with Angels Bread There is a Table richly Spread above There is an Everlasting Feast of Love A Feast which Friends and Friendship doth mantain Pale Envy is not there nor proud disdain They all are One In One they all agree One is there all which makes all one to be Here 's Height of Mirth with Depth of Seriousness Plenty without the Hazard of Excess Here are full Joys in Hand full Joys in View Here Wine and Appetite are ever new Ever begins their Feast and n're do end Whom growing Loaves and Living Springs attend Their Harps are well-strung Hearts well-tuned And Sacred Hallelujahs are their Songs Tongues Here sit the Saints Here the Believers Sire Is Nobly Seated in his Rich Attire Hither the King of Heaven new Guests doth call Nor can he come too late that comes at all The mighty One who dwells and rules on High Angels attend with an obedient Eye The Secrets of his Breasts they do not Skill But are the trusty Servants of his Will Thus charg'd he them ' Bring Lazarus to the Feast ' And let him take his Place next Abraham's Breast They heard with Rev'rence and obey'd their King Joy rais'd their Hearts nimbly shook their Wing They fled from Heaven yet Heaven was with them still It was their Heaven to do their Masters Will. They stopt not at the Stars that pompous show Who went to view a Brighter Star below The Point design'd they well did understand Who had old Voyagers been to Canaans Land There they had been Lots Guests who was their There had they been Elisha's flaming Guard Ward In that Land chiefly lay their Lords Affairs Wares They traffiqu'd there for Souls those precious Soon came they where Sick Lazarus had his Lare They stop'd and waited for their Passenger No visitant found they with him but the Lord No Nurse but Faith no Cordial but the Word They heard him praying ' Lord some Mercy Show ' For I can find no mercy here below This said he sigh'd and was of Life bereav'd He gave his Soul and they his Soul receiv'd With Shouts and Songs triumphant up they went And to the Company did him present They shouted all and joy'd the New come Guest How gently stoops and leans on Abrahams Breastâ— Whom Dives Curs'd and stately Fools disdain'd How is he Blest how is he Entertain'd Tho' Vertue here on Earth neglected lies Yet Heaven will raise it for 't is born to rise Dives that silken God must never dye Unless his Creatures and false Prophets lye He 's safe if Death be cast as far behind His Body as it is below his Mind He 's always young He learns it from his Glass Which smooths his furrow'd Brow and paints his face But a Cold striking hand consutes the Lie Down falls his Flattering Glass his Fancies dye His Garden-walks must him no longer know The Life-tree in his Garden doth not grow His Palace must be chang'd for a dark Tomb That was his Inn but this must be his Home He must no longer at his Table stay The Voider Death is come to take away Death that abhorr'd both Name and thing comes on And potently torments this Potent One It makes Amazing Breaches and in short Hath seiz'd the Out-works and attacks the Fort In what a wretched Posture doth he lye He cannot live and yet he dares not dye His Debt must be distrain'd for he 'll not pay Nor yield his Ghost it must be fetcht away He sprunts he struggles but Death keeps him under And with one stroke tears Flesh and Soul asunder Then rang the House with his five Brethrens Cries Alas our Brother so they clos'd his Eyes His outward parts are wash'd his inner Rooms Stuffed with Arabian Sweets and rich Perfumes Now Death his Purple is now he 's allow'd Fine Linnen too but 't is a Fun'ral Shrowd Grave-fac'd Spectators with their Garments torn And Shrouded Lips attend the Room doth mourn Ah what a poor Revenge is this on Fate For him that cannot live to Lie in State Amidst the Gazing Crowd the Bearers come With Pomp they bring him to his painted Tomb. Minstrels and Trumpeters their Noises joyn And Women sell false Tears for Currant Coyn. Now lest his Friends should in salt streams be drown'd The Cup of Consolation goes its Round But stay my Soul 't is Death that thou must view Not shadows which dead Bodies do Ensue What a dark Notion and Abstrusity Is this to living Men that they must die Grim Death on his pale Horse Triumphant Rides He strikes us through our nearest Kinsmans Sides Yet are we sensless as the stupid Mule Live as Exceptions from the Common Rule We cast a Cloth o're Death 't is soon forgot We charm the Serpent and it stings us not Now might one let this pleasant Error pass If Death was all but Death his Second has When once the Dissolution Hour is come Out goes the Soul to hear her Final Doom You who have slightly heard the Fun'ral Knell Now hear the Voice which dooms the Ghost to Hell For those whose hearts an Earthquake will not shake Thro' Heav'ns Loud-roaring Cannons may awake Dives black Ghost all Horrour and Despair Is from its Prison snatch'd to th' dismal Bar Behind him the impatient Devils roar His Sins those worst of Devils stand before With Terrors thus besieg'd in every place He hears a Voice but might not see the Face The Voice was roaring Thunder in his Ears The words were tearing Bolts and flaming Spears Go thou accurst vile Caitif hence away To damned Ghosts Come Devils take your prey Struck with this Thunder down he sunk he fell And was a Triumph to the Fiends of Hell Th' ingenious Tyrants did a Council pack Their Malice set their Wits upon the Wrack When they had joyntly study'd to Torment For their pale Prisoner then in haste they sent They chain'd and stak'd him to a furious Flame Where constant streams of Brimstone feed the â—ame Behold Sins Martyr and Hells Sacrifice He yells and howls and vents unpity'd Cries He finds no Friendly Ear or tender Eye He feells a thousand deaths but cannot die Like burning Brass he 's Fir'd in every part A Vultur lives upon his living Heart God's gone he 's gone and what an Hell is this To be depriv'd of everlasting Bliss O this Eternal Banishment is worse Than all the Remnant of the Dooms-day Curse This Hell of Hell may thus be understood No torments are so bad as God is good Besides an Appetite in Man doth lie Which nothing but a God can satisfie And tho' this Appetite be here deluded By various Objects in God's room obtruded Yet when at death all these are laid aside Then thirsts the Soul for God but is deny'd This Thirst unquench'd is such an inward Flame An Hell in Hell is its deserved Name In Hell there cannot be an Atheist 'T is Hell in Hell that God is dearly mist Poor Dives
cries The God for whom I starve I cannot see because I would not serve I Bleed to think and thinking is my Fate He often knocked at my Bolted Gate Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey The Price of which I cast my self away Where 's now my Pomp and Pride my Feasts Sports Whose Chains detain'd me from the Sacred Courts O did my House so near the Temple stand O did I perish out of Judahs Land Might I be try'd once more But 't is too late Justice hath lock'd the Golden Mercy-Gate Now I believe and tremble I repent But my Repentance is my Punishment It is not Virtue but Necessity Alas how miserable wise am I Might I return now to that happy Night Which veil'd me er'e my Parents saw the Light Ah me must I lie here and ne're come out He raves and flings his curses round about He curs'd both Heaven Hell he curs'd the Earth He curs'd the Day that witness'd to his Birth But neither can his tears his Griefs asswage Nor does it cool his Heart to vent his Rage This Keen Reflection makes the Furnace Glow It must be ever with me as 't is now Hells Flames no Ashes will produce But I Must ever Dying Live and Living Die Souls for themselves the Balm of Patience bear 'T is the Poors Physick but it grows not here My Soul is filled with Home-bred tears and taunts 'T is its own Fury and it self it haunts Pity was wont in Miseries House to dwell But I am haled by the Hounds of hell Time us'd to be a Surgeon good at wounds But I am got beyond its happy Bounds A Vessel charg'd with scalding wrath am I Hoop'd in the Circle of Eternity You who affect the pleasant Path to Hell And love Damnation in its Causes well Look streight before you on your Journeys End Do ye not see th' infernal smoak ascend Have not some sparks into your Bosoms Flown Wh'reby the Neighb'ring Coasts may well be known Bold sinner stop no further progress make Lest your next step be in the Fiery Lake But Oh! He ridicules his souls affairs And labours to be damn'd at unawares His Humour will not bear a Countermand Alas for them who hate to understand Who on their souls Experiments will try At the Charge of a sad Eternity Alas for them who never will awake Till they are plung'd into the burning Lake Dives was hear struck blind with flatt'ring Lies Now the Hell brand lifts up his flaming Eyes He spies the Region where the happy dwell But Heaven at distance is another Hell He spies a Canaans Feast for chiefly there The Natives of his Countrey do appear He spies Blest Abraham with his faithful Race And Lazarus sitting next to Abrahams place Oh! how it twinges and torments his Eyes His scorn to Envy turns and thus he cries This Scoundrel who lay Starving at my Gate Is now a Peer in Heaven an Angels Mate The Beggar sits and feeds on Angels Fare His Rags are Robes such as Heavens Nobles wear The Dog whom in derision once I had Is turned into a Star which makes me Mad. Now Dives is the Beggar and applies Himself to Abraham with his Mournful Cries Dives his Petition AH Father Abraham Pity me Who with tormenting Flames am Stung For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung The Grapes Rich Blood I do not Crave vvaters Cheap Element will Suffice And tho' my Tongue thirsts for a vvave For one poor drop it only Cries By Lazarus â—â—oist'ned Finger may you please To give my scorched tongue one Moments Ease I dwell in Flames and Flames in Me do dwell O for a Drop from Heaven to sweeten Hell Mark how the Wheel is turn'd the time is come He begs a Drop who once deny'd a Crumb Right-thinking Judges then must needs approve The tart and equal Answer from above Abraham's Answer ARt thou forlorn of God and com'st to me What can I tell thee then but Misery Remember Son the Heav'n thy Feet have trod Earth was thy Heav'n and Pleasure was thy God Remember Lazarus had his Hell below Thou wert the Devil which did cause his woe Now are his rags Heav'ns robes with glorious Beams Thy Purple Flames thy Juncats Sulphrous Streams Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie Betwixt the White and Black-Eternity No there 's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain The Fiery Region and the Aetherial Plain We are too happy to be dispossest And you so cursed you can ner'e be blest We are so rais'd that we can never fall And you so sunk you cannot rise at all Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell but first They blackned were to Devils and accurst Since those Stars fell none of the heav'nly hosts Or did or shall visit th' infernal Coasts To yon 't is bitter but to us 't is sweet That we are parted and must never meet Heav'n were not Heav'n if it near Hell was plac't Nor Hell were Hell if it of Heaven might taste Can our pure Light with Smoak Darkness dwell The Poles shall sooner meet than Heaven and Hell Though Speech avails not wracking misery Extorts from him another fruitless Cry Dives his Second Petition IF such an Envious Gulf there be Yet Father lend an Ear to me From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav'd How else came Lazarus to be Sav'd Let me so small a Boon entreat That Lazarus may his Steps Repeat And that he may embody'd go And tell the Stories of my Woe To my Five Brethen who all dwell within My Fathers House Oh had he never been Brethren in Bonds of Nature and of Sin O let him tell them that there is a God Whose Scepter is a Sin-revenging Rod And let him tell them that adventâ—rous Drâ—lls Shall find unto their Costs that they have Souls Mine stuckt'th ' Scabbard till its angry Lord Vnsheath'd it and it prov'd a flaming Sword That Limbeck Death draws Spirits from our Clay To th' Element of Souls they hast away And let him tell them that the Sadducee Shall be Hells Convert and Recant with me Whilst they lie Sleeping on the Brink of Hell The Smoak they fee not nor the Brimstone smell There they 'l disport themselves with Golden Dreams Till they betray 'em to these burning streams But let him scare them with an hollow sound That they like Lot may flee their cursed Ground O send him quickly lest they tumble in And prove the flaming Records of my sin Can I no water get at my desire Yet O no more no more new Fleaks of Fire This Abraham heard with unrelenting Ears No pity's due to Hell-Hounds Cries and Tears Abraham's Answer ONnce Heav'n bow'd down touch'dth ' Arabian Hill And gave a Sampler of the sacred Will To Moses Hands that chosen Man of God Copies were taken and dispers'd abroad So his kind Arms abroad