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Spiritual Melody

Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach

Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

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PART I. SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Glory and excellent Perfections of GOD the FATHER.

Isa. 26. 20. A Storm a coming.

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HYMN 11.

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PART II SACRED HYMNS To the Praise of Jesus Christ: In which his transcending Excellencies are set forth.

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PART III. Containing Sacred Hymns of Praise ON THE Glorious Excellencies of the Holy Ghost, Or Third Person of the blessed Trinity.

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PART IV. Containing SACRED HYMNS Illustrating the glorious Excellencies of God's holy WORD, and blessed Gospel.

PART V. Containing SACRED HYMNS Setting out and illustrating the transcendent Excellencies of the GRACES of the HOLY SPIRIT.

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PART VI. Containing divers SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Nature, Work, Office, and Excellencies of the holy Angels, and the Spirit or Soul of Man.

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PART VII. Containing several SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Glory of God's CHURCH: Likewise Of Afflictions, the Day of Grace; And of the four last things, viz. Death and Judgment, Heaven and Hell.

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PART VIII. SACRED HYMNS of Praise, on several Occasions: As they have been sung in several Congregations.

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PART IX. Containing part of some Select PSALMS of DAVID.

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HYMN 11.

[Moths secretly do seize and eat]

Hos. 5. 12. I will be a Moth to Ephraim.

Moths secretly do seize and eat,
And spoil fair Garments quite;
So many times thy Judgments are
Hid from most peoples sight.

Moths often spoil things rich and rare,
As well as of small worth,
So thou, O Lord, wilt neither spare
The poor nor rich of th'earth:

All are alike, O Lord, to thee,
If wrath on them do seize,
Unsensibly thou canst them spoil
Like Moths, if thou dost please.

A Moth does eat things by degrees,
A little now and then;
So gradually thou dost destroy
Sometimes vile wicked men.

Thou like a Moth, art sometimes, Lord,
In Councels Princes trust,

Who Plots of Enemies can't see
Till out they fiercely burst.

And likewise in Estates of men
Thou as a Moth does come,
Their hopes are great, and much earn they,
But bring but little home.

Thou dost it blast, and it consumes,
Because they don't it use
To righteous ends, but basely it
To their own Lusts abuse.

Strength thus oft-times does wast away
In Soul and Body too,
And Treasures of Nations decay,
Tho few that mind it do.

Take heed ye Saints of private sins,
Lest God does secretly
Bring Judgments on you till he hath
Consum'd you utterly.