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Spiritual Melody

Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach
  
  

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HYMN 90.
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HYMN 90.

[Thy Word it doth illuminate]

Jer. 23. 29. Is not my Word like Fire.

[The First Part.]

Thy Word it doth illuminate,
It giveth forth sweet light,
And also from it we have heat,
Our Graces to excite.
Thy Word, like Fire, doth consume
Our filth and dross within;
What is combustible does waste,
It siezes on our sin.
Fire is of an ascending kind,
It mounts things up aloft;
So they mount up in heart and mind,
Who by thy Word are taught;
As fir'd are by thy own Spirit,
Thy Word without that, Lord,

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Will never burn, nor raise our hearts
(As we have newly heard.)
Fire will melt and soften things
That hard are naturally;
'Tis by thy Word and Spirit we
Do with thy Will comply.
'Tis that which bends & makes us yield,
And humbles much the heart,
Which naturally was proud and vain,
And too obdurate.

The Second Part.

Thy Word it quickens and revives,
Like Fire it does chear;
It consolates and makes such warm
Who to it do draw near:
For they who to it will not come,
No profit can receive;
So such who do reject thy Word,
Their Souls shall not live.
Fire will penetrate and pierce,
There is no secret place
Within the Soul, but thy Word will
Most quick and swiftly pass.
It doth the very Thoughts discern,
Nay it divides between
The Soul and Spirit of a Man,
To sever both from sin.

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And Fire is used to lay waste
Houses where Rebels hide,
Ev'n so thy Word doth quite consume
The House of Lusts and Pride.
Man with vain hopes a House doth raise,
And vaunts himself each day;
But when thy Word doth sieze on him,
His House consumes away.
All his vain hope he had before,
It is consum'd and gone,
And a new Temple up is rais'd
For the most holy One.

The Third Part.

Take heed, ye Sinners, you don't quench
God's Word, that fire within;
Nor lesson not its burnings if
You would not die in sin.
If you will sin and have your Lusts,
Whatever Preachers say,
Then down to Hell be sure you must,
When Death takes you away.
Ah! there's another Fire know,
If this your filth don't waste,
Into Eternal Fire then you
Shall all be thrown at last.

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Consider is't not better far
That sin consumed be,
Yea, all beloved sins and lusts,
Than damn'd eternally.
You that do find the work's begun,
That there's a spark of Fire
Kindled in your Souls, O let it burn,
And raise its flames up higher!
O 'tis, Soul know, a sacred spark,
'Tis Fire all divine!
And God be sure has kindled it
In that poor Soul of thine.

The Fourth Part.

Consider God's design herein
Is to soften thy heart,
And to cement thy Soul to him,
And Saving-grace impart:
And if it should be quench'd in thee,
It lyes not in thy power
To kindle it, and God in wrath
May also give thee over,
And never more renew that work,
But let thee quite alone,
In all thy sins to take thy swinge,
Until thy Soul is gone.

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But ye who are the Saints of God,
As this is Fire divine;
So let Devils strive and do their worst,
It in thy Soul shall shine;
Though not always to such degree
Your sin it deaden may,
And therefore see you careful be
To cherish it each day;
And sing God's praise continually,
Who makes the Fire burn,
And pray that he would blow it up,
Till all your work is done;
And also cry unto the Lord
This Fire to kindle round about,
And sweetly burn in ev'ry place,
And never be put out.