Spiritual Songs, or, Songs of Praise to Almighty God Upon several Occasions Together with The Song of Songs Which is Solomons. First Turn'd, then Paraphrased in English Verse. The Second Edition, Corrected, with an Addition of a Sacred Poem on Dives and Lazarus [by John Mason] |
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The VERSION. Chap. I.
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The VERSION. Chap. I.
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The Song which doth all Songs excell,Written by Solomon,
The Wisest King of Israel
And Blessed Davids Son.
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Come near, Come nearer yet and moveThy Sweetest lips to mine.
For why? Thy Love (who art all Love)
Exceeds the Richest Wine.
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Like to an Ointment poured outIs thy Sweet Name and Favour:
Glad Virgins Compass Thee about
For thy good Ointments Savour.
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O draw Me with thy Cords of Love,VVe will Run after Thee.
The King into his Rooms above
Hath now Conducted Me.
Thy Beams will make our Faces shine,
In Thee we will Rejoyce,
Thy love is more to us then VVine,
Thou art the uprights Choice.
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Ye Daughters of Jerusalem,Tho' I am Black, yet Fair;
Like Kedars Tents, like Ornaments
VVhich Solomons Bed doth wear.
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Look not with a disdainful EyUpon 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,
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Mine own were quite neglected.
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But, O Thou whom my Soul doth love,Tell Me now from thy Breast,
VVhere feeds thy Flock; where doth it move?
VVhere is its Noon-tide-rest?
VVhy should I stray and lose my way,
Till I at last do Fall.
Among thy Fellowes Flocks, as they
Themselves do proudly call?
CHRIST.
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O Fairest Fair, then go and TraceThe Footsteps of my Sheep,
And Feed my Kids beside the place
Where my good Shepherds keep.
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My Love, I have compared TheeTo those Egyptian Mares
Which in King Pharaoh, Chariots Flee.
O Fairest of all Faires!
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Thy Cheeks are comely to beholdWhich Rowes of Jewels Deck,
Large Chains of pure and Shining Gold,
Adorn thy Royal Neck.
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I and my Father, we will makeBorders of Gold for Thee,
With Silver Studs for thy dear Sake,
That thou may'st Richer be.
The Church
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The King doth at his Table sit,And I that love Him well
Do poure my Spikenard on his Feet,
Which gives a Fragrant smell.
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My Welbeloved is to MeA Pomander of Myrrh;
Betwixt my Breasts all Night shall He
Be Lodg'd and never Stir.
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My Welbeloved is to MeLike Aromatick Wines;
Like Clusters of the Camphire-Tree,
Among Engeddi-Vines.
CHRIST.
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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.
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Nay, my Beloved, Thou art Fair,My Fairness is from Thee.
And thou art Sweet beyond Compare.
VVhat a green Bed have we!
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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.
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