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Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W. L. [i.e. William Loe]

Loe, William

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An hymne or song. Of seauen straines, or strings set to the tone of seaven sobs, and sighes of a seaven times seauen sad soule for sinne

To him that made these Hymnes.

To him that made these hymns

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An hymne or song. Of seauen straines, or strings set to the tone of seaven sobs, and sighes of a seaven times seauen sad soule for sinne

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and is to be song in the tune of J life mine hart to thee. Psal 25 or. Flie soule vnto thy rest.

Seauen times a daie vvill I praie to thee o god, and vvill praise thee o lord for thy great gifts, and good graces, both to me, and mine Psalm CXIX.

When the spright of mā doth sighe, and sob to god, and is lift vp on highe, the spright of god doth bovve it selfe to man in ioy, and peace. CYPRIAN.

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. IOHN POWELL one of the assistants of the worthy cōpanie of the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough. Grace, peace, & mercie be multiplied in Christ Iesu.

The first straine.

1

Lord heare my suite, my plainte,
That my soule makes to thee.
Lord in thy truth one looke of grace
Grant in thy loue to me.

2

Lord see the moane I make,
Looke on me in thy grace
Let not my sighes come backe in vaine
But shewe to me thy face,

3

Loe I was borne in sinne,
My kind, my shape, my all,
My stocke, my flocke, my selfe from birth
O Lord from thee did fall.

4

And I poore soule am sett
In greefe, in paine, in woe,
My sinnes come on, my soule doth faint,
O quitt me of my foe.

5

My sinnes the haires doe passe
That are set on my head,
My hart doth feare, and faint, and faile
And I am as one dead.

6

Thus goe I greeud, and goord,
And frett in hart, and spright
Thus am I faint vvith feare, & death
My sinnes they doe me fright.

7

The deeds that I haue done
Are sett in vevve of eie.
My faults, my thoughts, my sinne my shame
Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie.

1. Sighe.

O that my thoughts, vvords, vvorkes and vvaies vvere made so straight, and right, that I might keepe thy lavves of lord all the daies, & nights of my vvhole life so should I be clere, & cleane from the guilt of sinne, & shame.

The second straine.

1

O God if thou shouldst vvaighe
My vvaies, and take a vevve,
I could not scape thy rod, thy vvrath
I should in vvoe it rue.

2

O iudge me not I pray,
O sheeld me from my fall,
For in thy sight none iust doth liue
No none I say at all.

3

Large is thy loue to me,
For it vvith thee I treate
O grant me it for Christ his sake
Gainst sinnes so huge, so great.

4

O Christ vvhat vvight doth knovve?
His sinne, & faults of life
O cleanse me from my sinnes at once
Which are in me most rife.

5

And keepe me lord I craue
Least sinnes doe ore me svvay,
So shall I then be free, and faine,
To keepe thy lavve for aie.

6

This lord of thee I beg
To thee I hold vp hands,
And hart, & soule, both thirst, & gape
As doth the drought in lands.

7

As maids doe vvatch, and vvaite,
On Queenes some grace to haue
So doe I lord both day, and night
For grace both beg, and craue.

2. Sighe.

O that there vvere such an hart in me to feare thee, & to keepe all thy lavves that it might goe vvell vvith me & mine for aye.

The third straine.

1

Lord turne thee to thy grace
That once thou shewedst to me
O saue me not for my good acts
I seeke, I sue to thee.

2

My soule vvhy dost thou faint?
And art vvith greefe soe prest?
My hart, my mind, vvhy doe you thus
Fret sore vvithin my brest.

3

Trust soule to god for aye,
And thou the time shalt see
When thou shalt thinke, & thanke him still
For health, & peace to thee.

4

For vvhy his vvrath doth last,
A space, and then doth slacke
But in his face, & grace for aye,
Thou canst not ioy long lacke.

5

Though gripes, and greefes full sore
Doe lodge vvith thee all night
Yet ioy, and grace shal be at hand
Ere that the day be light.

6

The lord is kind, and meeke
When vve doe make him greeue,
He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv,
Great grace he doth vs giue.

7

And loe vvhat loue good men
To their ovvne seede doe beare,
Like grace the lord doth shevve to such
As searue him in his feare.

3. Sighe.

O that I had vvings like a doue (my svvete loue) that I might fly hence to thee, & so be at rest both in mind, in thought, in hart, in soule, and in mine vvhole.

The fourth straine.

1

The lord that made me knovves
My shape my mould my lust
Hovve vveake, hovve vaine, hovve fraile, hovve fond,
And that I am but dust.

2

O god in me set vp
A pure hart in thy sight,
And eke in all my parts let be
A good, and meeke svveete spright

3

With thy svveete spright of povver
Cure thou o lord my sore,
And I shall teach the good, and ill
To bovve to thy svvete lore.

4

My soule doth pant, and bray
Mine hart is neere at rest
But seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill,
And vvhat may please thee best.

5

O vvould it might thee please
My vvaies to sett in right
That I might both in hart, and deed.
Thy lavves to keepe in sight.

6

O lord I doe tend still
My daies, my time to serue
That I, nor miē may haue a thought
From thy lavves once to svverue

7

O saue me then o god,
Looke on me vvith thy health
For that I rate at such a price
More thē the vvide vvorlds wealth

4. Sighe.

O let the vvords of my mouth, the thoughts of my hart, the tune of my voice, & touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne, Eue, & none daye.

The fift straine.

1

With ioy lord of the Iust
Let my poore soule be fraught
That I may liue in peace, and glee,
And free from all thats naught

2

Lord keepe me for in thee
I stay, and stand and feed
Thou art my god, and of my goods
O lord thou hast noe need

3

I giue them to the Saincts
That in the vvorld doe dvvell
Yea to the folke of faith, and loue
Whose care is to doe vvell.

4

My hart is prest for aye,
And eke my tongue is soe
I vvill raise vp my soule in song
In spight of hell, and foe.

5

To praise my god that hath
Shevvd loue and life to me,
And made me scape both bloud, & blovve
And soe did sett me free.

6

O lord vvhat shall I pay
To thee for this thy grace
I vovve to thee, my selfe, my life
My loue, and all my race.

7

Grant lord I beg, and pray
In thee that vve may rest
So shall our soules sing to thy praise
And aye in thee be blest.

5. Sighe.

O my god vvhy art thou gone from me, and vvhy dost thou hide thy svveete face from my prayer for seeke thee, & sue to thee vvith all my hart, and that thou knovvst full vvell.

The sixt straine.

1

My soule giue praise to god
My spright shall doe the same,
And all the parts of hart, and mind
Shall praise for aye his name

2

Giue thankes for all his gifts
Shevv soule thy selfe most kind,
And let not his good deeds to thee
Once slipp out of thy mind

3

He quitt thee of thy faults
He rid thy life from death
His good, his grace doth vvaite on thee
His vvord doth giue thee breath

4

If thou vvert brought to graue,
And turnd to mould, & dust
Yet he vvill giue thee life in store
As he to thee is iust.

5

Teach me then, lord to knovve
Thy lavve, thy loue, thy lore,
Thy vvorkes, thy vvords, as signes, seals
Ile lay them vp in store

6

O day of ioy to me
When I learnd first to knovve
Hovve for to scape my selfe, my sinne
And hell that is soe lovve

7

I giue mine all to thee,
My bud my branch, my fruite
I beg of thee, o lord, my god
To grant to me my suite.

6. Sighe.

O my god to thy hands I giue my spright thou hast bine a pledge for me and that to death o god. Thou art [illeg.] the god both of my health, life, & rest for aye.

The seuenth straine.

1

O Lord thou hast me tride,
And day by day dost knovve
My thoughts, my vvords, my lookes my deeds,
My sighs, my groans, my vvoe.

2

My bones they are not hid
Thou knevvst them all each one
For in thy note they vvere all vvrote
Each ioynt, and bone, by bone,

3

Trie still, and search mine hart,
My thoughts proue day, & night
And if the ill doe touch me lord
O leade me to the right.

4

For thou canst rule my raines
As vvhen I vvas in vvombe.
O giude me in this life of mine,
And rest me in my tombe.

5

Keepe me from men that muse
Of bloud of bane of ill,
O let me thinke of thee o lord,
And hovve to doe thy vvill.

6

So shall noe shame me taynt
My corps, my goods, my name
So shall I rest in ioy, and peace,
And touch noe blot of shame

7

So shall thy folke for me,
Be glad, and sing thy praise,
So shall my selfe, my seed, my solue
Be thine in all my daies.

7. Sighe.

O let not my suite come in vaine to thee, but heare o my god, and say to my soule I am, and vvill be thy asse from hell, thy port from the sea of this vvorld, and vvill bring thee to the bay of blisse.

A months minde.

To Thinke on death, & muse on the graue, that the feare of death may not be fierce vvhen Christ shall call vs out of this vvorld

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& is to be song in the tune of.

I sayd I vvill looke to my vvaie Psalm XXXIX.

O death I vvill be thy death (saith Christ) for he is the death of death, the death of sinne, the life of man, & the breath of god for man to liue there in vvorld vvith out end.

Hamborough Januarij 24. 1620.

To his much respected good frend Mr. THOMAS BARKER one of the assistants of the worthy cōpanie of the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough. The blessing of both vvorlds in Christ Iesus.

The first muse.

1

O eare soule thou hast thought of thy end
And novve muse on the vvay,
The first part is a life vvell spent,
The last is deaths doomes day.

2

Shall I call that the vvay of vvoe
By vvhich vve passe to blisse?
O sure there is noe vvay but that
To bring me vvhere Christ is.

3

And vvhat is death novve dost thou thinke?
But dovvne vvith all the stickes,
Of vvhich this earth, & tent of ours
Is made, that gainst god kickes.

4

Death is the farevvell of old frends,
Till they meete to be blest,
Death is the iudge to quitt frō iayle,
The soule that longs for rest.

5

Death makes the corps of clay to sleep
But vvakes the soule to see,
Death payes the debte, & teares the bone
And all to sett thee free.

6

There is a death of deaths my soule
The death of hell, and vvoe,
But Christ his death hath payd for that
His vvord doth tell thee soe.

7

O Christ my soule doth thinke on thee
And thankes thee day, and night
That thou hast rid me frō this death
By thy great povver, and might.

1. Thought.

Thy Christ o soule hath set them free vvho through feare of death vvere all their life time in bonds and thrall. Heb. 2. 15.

The second muse.

1

O muse my soule sith thou art safe,
Get home ene to thy rest,
For god to praise in songs, & psalmes
I hold it for the best.

2

My soule hovve canst thou feare to goe
In stepps vvhere Christ hath bine;
He hath to graue led thee the vvay
O then leaue of to sinne.

3

For hire of sinne is death, and graue
To death are deepe fell vvayes;
There needs noe kinues, noe cords, noe svvords,
It comes on nights, and dayes.

4

One by a slatt, a flye, a grape,
One by a bit of meate
One by the ayre, a flovver, a thorne
Comes to his doome so great.

5

Why then my soule feare not this death,
The sting of it is lost
The bed of graue is svveete, and safe
Through Christ his care, & cost.

6

Our sinne made death our foe at last
Our frend Christ hath it made;
By death vve pass the port of rest
When all things else doe fade.

7

What if this giude doe lead my corps
Through graue both darke & fell?
Whiles at that tyme my soule doth liue
And vvith my Christ doth dvvell.

2. Thought.

O my soule ioy, & be glad for thy Christ hath made thee say to death, o death vvhere is thy death, o graue vvhere is thy povver. 1. Cor. 15. 55.

The third muse.

1

What if my frends doe mourne for me
And sobb, and sigh in moane;
What if my seed doe crie, and roare,
And greeue, and vvaile, and grone?

2

This vvhile my soule sees him that vvas
Once dead but novve doth liue,
And that for aye my Christ in god,
My lord that life doth giue.

3

What care I vvho doth shutt mine eies
Whē death doth make me see
As I am seene of god in Christ
And then vvith him shall be.

4

What if my life the vvorld doe not
Set out in vvords of fame
Whiles I liue vvith the god of life
What care I for the same.

5

If death shovvld still be foe to me
He harmes but my vvorst part,
My best part farre out of his reach
Scornes both his ruth, and dart.

6

And more then this my corps once dead
Feeles noe more sting of death,
But then my soule is free, and liues
In god by Christ his breath.

7

Novve then my soule sith thou dost beare
Tvvo things vvrapt vp in breast
Lett each part turne, and goe, & see
His seate, his scite, his rest.

3. Thought.

O god they that dvvelt in a darke place by thee haue seene the light, & they that vvalkt in the shade of death thou hast brought them to the light vvith great ioy, & peace. Esay. 9. 2.

The fourth muse.

1

Shrinke not deare soule at sight of death
Nor faint thou at gods call
Hovve oft hast thou hard bells to passe
For frends, for foes, for all.

2

Hovve oft hast thou the sicke bede seene
Of vvights in woe most rife
Hovve oft haue things bine done to death
And all to giue thee life.

3

And canst thou hope that some vvay else
For thee is made in sence
Whē kings, & Prests, & rich, & poore
And all must thus goe hence

4

Passe on my soule, & sing, & ioy
In god that makes the graue,
A place for thee to pass to bliss
And knovves vvhat thou vvouldst haue.

5

Hovve oft hast thou seene eies fall closed
And heard by dint of svvord
Hovve oft vaine men in field haue fought
In fence of a vaine vvord

6

What thē novve dost thou feare my soule
The stage of death is bed,
And graue that rests our bones in peace
That here on earth haue fed

7

Let them feare death vvhose hart, & mind
Is more sicke thē their face
Hovve canst thou feare since novve thy Christ
Hath shed his bloud for grace.

4. Thought.

O giue me light that am set in a darke place, & shade of death, and giude, me by thy good grace o Christ to the vvay of peace. Luck. 1. 79.

The fift muse.

1

What losse is this svveet soule to loose
This corps this flesh, this skinn?
When thou shalt vvinn thy god in Christ,
Thy selfe fred from thy sinn.

2

When thou shalt see the soules the Saincts
In ioy, in rest, in blisse
Whē thou this vvorld a sea of sinne
A sinke, a stye, shalt misse?

3

Of change most blest for thee to knovve
To rid thee of these raggs,
And thy selfe clad in robes of state
In spight of death his brags.

4

This skin, this shame, this dust, this dung,
This earth, this mire, this clay
Shall shine as sunne in raies of rest
When thou shalt see that day.

5

Thine eies that vvere full sad to see
Thine oft, and ill done deeds;
Shall then see Christ still in thy sight
Where grace, & good still feeds.

6

These eares that heare the ruth & rage
Of tongue, as hott as hell;
Shall then the voice of Christ still heare
And saincts vvith him that dvvell.

7

And thē this tongue that novv doth plains
Of greefe, of vvoe, of gall
Shall tune a part in that svveet quire
With Christ, vvith saincts, vvith all.

5. Thought.

O my soule thy Christ hath tooke part vvith flesh, & bloud, that by death he might beate dovvne him that had the povver of death. Heb. 2. 14.

The sixt muse.

1

Novve vvhat is death thē say my soule
Ist not a sleepe in graue?
They that did feele the vvorst of it
The stile of sleepe it gaue.

2

And aske thy corps, o my svveet soule
Whē full vvith toyle of day,
If it hath not bine glad to rest
As cloyd vvith a foule vvay.

3

And novve in this svveete sleepe of death
Thou art sure to be blest
Why like a child vvilt thou not goe
To this thy bed thy rest?

4

Didst thou ere see a bird in cage,
Sitt still vvith in the grate?
That might flie foorth to vvoods, to groues
To meete his loue, his mate?

5

Did Paule vvhen god his gyues had burst
And rid him out of iayle?
Crie out, & say, not yet o lord
I doe not like this bayle.

6

Paule slepte tvvixt tvvo that did him keepe
But vvhē that he vvas free
And rid frō iayle did he once turne
To iayle those bonds to see.

7

O my svveete soule didst ere thou see
At sea men sing their songs?
And vvhē to lād they cāe did greeue
And tell their frends of vvrongs.

6. Thought.

O heare me o lord, my god, & giue light to mine eies least I sleepe the sleep of death. Psal. 30. 3.

The seuenth muse.

1

Hast thou o soule no mind to rest
In all thy paine, and toyle?
But vvilt thou still goe on, & drudge
By lott on sea, on soyle.

2

Hovve oft haue vvights in vvoe, & greefe
Bought death to ease their paine
Hath death found thee, & vvilt thou not
To goe from greefe be faine

3

Doth name of death the fright my soule
What if mē call sleepe death
Wilt thou be fraid to close thine eies
Or feare to loose thy breath.

4

What hurt vvill cōe to thee by that
The first man vvas in sleepe
Whē god a vvife made him for helpe
The man in ioy to keepe.

5

And vvhat if novve thy god for [illeg.]
Whilst thou dost sleepe in [illeg.]
Doth make thy soule a spouse to [illeg.]
His face, his grace to haue[illeg.]

6

My death o soule but parts the frēds
That each hath led the vvay,
And novve shake hands but for a space
Till meete in rest thy may.

7

Goe then my soule to this sure gaine
Part vvith a frend a space
The tyme vvill come vvhen this dust
Shall see thy Christ his face.

7. Thought.

The due of sinne my soule is death & graue, & hell. but the gift of god is life, ioy, and blisse by Christ my lord, & god Rom, 6. 13.

The eight muse.

1

Tell me my soule vvas thou not loth
At first to ioyne vvith me?
Why novve art loth to part vvith that,
Which much vvoe letts thee see.

2

Dost thou not heare the vvise to say,
The day of death is cheefe;
And is more good then day of birth
Which brings thee vvoe, & greefe,

3

Dost not thou trust the vvise mans vvords
On throne in state in glee,
That thus did say of death, & birth
Then harke thou once to me.

4

The lord of life that knevve deaths force
Doth say that they are blest
That die in god, our lord, our Christ
And from their vvoes haue rest.

5

O death hovve svveete is that thy rest
To vvights in vale of teares
Hovve svveete is thy grim face to those
That liue in vvoe, & feares?

6

O soule vvhat man is so fell mad,
And so in soule cast dovvne?
To hide himselfe in base things here
To loose by them a crovvne

7

My soule then see, & say in fine
With men of gods ovvne lore.
For me to die it is more good
Then liue on this ville shore.

8. Thought.

O my soule if by one mans sinne death did raigne by one, much more they vvhich haue much grace, & the gift of faith shall raigne in life by one Christ my lord and god. Rom. 5. 17.

The ninth muse.

1

What ayles thee o my soule, my deare,
Such face, such feare to shevve?
Novve death doe come to cite thee home
Is all thy faith, but devve

2

Is death soe fearce, soe fell, to eies,
To thoughts that vvas soe free;
It is a shame to thee my soule
Thou dost noe more Christ see.

3

Where is thy faith? in vvords thou couldst
Call oft for death in life
Is all but talke? is all but smoke?
Where is thy hope so rife?

4

Hath thy svveete Christ novv sent for thee
And art thou loth to goe?
Rouze vp thy selfe for shame o soule
And doe not serue him soe.

5

O lord raise vp this hart of mine
That faints, & droopes in death
O that J might thy cup once tast,
And liue in thy svveete breath.

6

The spright vvould come, but flesh is vveake
Lord helpe this guest of thine,
And rid her from this flesh of sinne
Which is a broode of mine.

7

I come to thee, o lord I come
Streach forth thine hand to me,
O death, o graue vvhere is thy sting?
My crovvne, my god I see.

9. Thought.

They are blest that haue a part in the first life for on such the last death shall haue noe strength but they shal be preests of god, and of Christ. Apoc. 20. 6.

Finis.

Alls Pauls Prayers.

Metphrased into words of one syllable of great Brittains language, & are to be vsed by a devout Christian soule in his priuate soliloquies, & holy solaces vvith his god.

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And are set to the tune of I loue the lord because my voice. Psalm CXVI.

O lord my god thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue & thou didst hold me from those that goe dovvne to the pitt.

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. NICHOLAS BACKHOUSE marchant one of the assistants of the vvorthy companie of the Marchant Aduenturers residing at Hamborough. The ioy of Ierusalem, & peace of Syon.

The first Prayer.

Eph. 1. 16.

1

I cease not to giue thankes to thee
O god my god most iust
For all thy gifts of grace, & loue
To vs that liue in dust

2

And lord I craue a glympse of light
In Christ my lord thy sonne
That so my faith may see that sight,
And to it still may runne.

3

That I may knovve thy becke thy call
My hope, my helpe, my all.
That I may haue thy povver, & strength
To helpe me vvhen I fall.

4

For thou o god hast made vs see
What thou hast vvrought in loue
For thy svveete spouse thy church thy vvife
Thy ioy, thy simle, thy doue.

5

For thou hast set our Christ, o god
At thy right hand to shine
And thou to that place vvilt vs bring
For that deare loue of thine.

6

O god thou laidst my Christ full lovve
With in the earth so darke
But thou didst raise him vp on high
And settst him as a marke.

7

On vvhich vve fixe our eies of faith
Our harts, our minds, our loue
O bring vs all to him svveete god
That is our deere, our doue.

O god my hart is fixt on thee, and my tongue shall sing, & giue praise to thy name for aye. Psal. 108. 1.

The second Prayer.

Eph. 3. 14.

1

I day by, day doe bovve to thee
And cease not in the night
To seeke thee lord in all my thoughts
And muse of all thy might

2

For of our Christ is nāde the church
Of vs that liue in clay,
And eke thy gaurd, & saincts on high
That praise thee day, by day.

3

Graūt vs o lord that vve may knovve
Thy grace, our good, our end
And that vve may feele povver, & strength
And Christ may be our frend

4

Let him dvvell in our harts o lord
And then vve shall thee see,
With all thy saincts in breadth, & length
In depth, in height, in glee.

5

Then shall vve knovve the loue of Christ
That else is past our skill
Thē shalt thou fill vs vvith thy grace
In him to doe thy vvill.

6

O lord for vs this thou canst doe
And more then all that is
Of thy good grace to vvorke in vs
In Christ hovve should vve misse.

7

Praise be to thee in all the vvorld,
Thy church doe sing the same,
And age to age shall eke sett forth
For aye, to ours, thy name.

O god thou art my god ere it be day vvill I seeke thee my soule, & flesh doe thirst, & long for thee as drie land vvhich vvants raine. Psal. 63. 1.

The third Prayer.

Phil. 1. 9.

1

Graunt to vs lord that loue may dvvell
In these poore tents of ours
For vve must hence vve knovve full
And fade as doe the flovvers

2

And graūt good lord that in thy loue
It may grovve more, & more
That vve may knovve vvhat things are ill
And lead not to thy lore.

3

So may vve in the day of doome
In Christ be void of shame
And fild vvith his faire fruits of loue
May scape the rod of blame

4

Then shall vve sing the praise to thee
In midst of all thy Saincts,
Then shall our soules be glad, & ioy,
That novve is vveake, & faints.

5

I cease not lord to pray for those
That seeke, & sue to thee
That they may knovve hovve safe, & sure
In Christ their soules may be

6

And that vve all may vvalke, and vvorke
In vvord, in vvorth, in all
As he that hath vs cald to this
And rid vs of our thrall.

7

Who hath vs fred from povver of death
Frō foggs, & doggs of hell
And set vs by his chaire of state
With Christ for aye to dwell.

Saue vs o lord our god, & bring vs from those that doe not call on thee that vve may call on thee, & laud, & praise thy name for aye. Psal. 106. 47.

The fourth Prayer.

The. 3. 11.

1

The lord our god our strength & stay
Make vs to loue each one;
And make vs knovve hovve that vve are
Made all of flesh, & bone.

2

That soe vve may grovve vp in grace
And firme in hart, & minde
That soe to all vve may set forth
Our loue both sure, & kind.

3

Yea not to cease till that our lord
Doe come in clouds full bright
To iudge this earth, & all the folke
Yea all the vvorld in sight.

4

For is it not the loue of Christ
Who did loue vs soe deare
That vve through hope of grace in him
Should liue voyd of base feare

5

Lord be thou ioy to all our harts
Our vvords, our vvorkes good make,
That vve may loue, & liue in thee
For thy sonne Christ his sake.

6

O god of peace, of loue, of life
Grant vs to serue thee still
In spright, in soule, in hart, in mind
And this of thy good vvill.

7

Yea keepe vs lord frō blame, & blott
Till Christ doth come in skey.
So shall vve sure be of thy loue
To liue, vvhen vve shall die.

Heare me o lord, & that soone for my soule doth vvaxe faint hide not thy face from me: Least I be like them that goe dovvne to the graue. Psal. 148. 7.

The fift Prayer.

Rom. 7. 25.

1

I thanke thee lord that hast sett novve
In me a fight, a iarre;
My mind, my flesh, doe day by day
In-strife sett forth a vvarre.

2

My mind to thy svveete lavve giues vvay,
My flesh in thrall is brought,
My mind vvould keepe thy lavve, thy lore.
And hath thy vvill still sought

3

But my base flesh is prompt, & seekes
Thy lavve to cast me fro.
O god vvhat shall I doe in this?
With me the case is so.

4

My mind vvould doe the god full faine
That thy lawes shevve to me
But still my flesh doth frett, & fume
Gainst this thy lavve to me

5

For I doe not that vvhich I loue,
But I doe that I hate,
And all for that my mind is vext
With this my flesh my mate.

6

What shall I doe o lord my god
Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free?
Frō this fell death of sinne, & shame
That I thy grace may see.

7

I thanke my god vvho haue me fred
For his sonne Christ his sake;
To him for aye both night, & day
My hymnes, my songs I make.

O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne the strong, & ill man that rules, & raigns in my vveake flesh that I may say to him goe farre from me. Psal. 139. 19.

The sixt Prayer.

Ro. 16. 24.

1

The grace of god be all my giude
His povver be all my staye
His strength eke be to me a staffe
By night, & eke by day,

2

For he it is that hath me taught
That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve
Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs
Our lord, our god in vevve.

3

To god in hymnes still vvill I sing
His praise is all my mirth
The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise.
In all parts of the earth.

4

If there be vvight that liues in life
And doth not loue our god
Let him tast of the lord of hosts
His curse, his vvrath, his rod

5

But let the loue of god, & grace
Of Christ, be vvith you all
That loue, & looke, & long for him
To rid vs of our thrall.

6

And let our god that brought from death
Our Christ, our grace, our blisse
Set vs vvith saincts in ioy, in light
Where as our Christ novve is.

7

So shall vve tūe in that svveete quire
Midst of those saincts in rest,
And see his saincts in light of light
And so for aye be blest.

O god let them that hate thee flie from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne, but let them that loue thee be glad, & ioy in thee. Psal. 68. 1.

The seuenth Prayer

[illeg.]e. 13. 20.

1

O God vve are poore sheepe that stray
In vvods, in vvaies of sinne
Bovve dovvne thine eare to vs, & heare
And rid vs of this dinne.

2

That vve may knovve thy grace in Christ
That keepes vs as his flocke.
That leads vs forth to streames of ioy
And setts vs on a rocke.

3

That soe vve may ore see this vvorld
And all the things in it
And then doe place vs vp on high
With him in ioy to sit.

4

Graūt vs good lord that vve may see
The good that doth thee please
So shall vve liue in hart in mind
In ioy, in rest, in ease.

5

Graunt lord vvhat thou dost bid [illeg.] doe
That vve may doe the same
Bid vvhat thou vvilt, & graūt vs grace
And vve vvill praise thy name

6

To Christ our lord the lambe of god
That shed his bloud for sinnes,
To rid vs from the feends of hell
And all their crafts, & ginns.

7

Be praisd of vs all tymes, & tyds
In vvoe, & eke in vvealth
And let the folke on all the earth
Giue laud to him for health.

O lord god of our health I crie day & night to thee, let my grones come night to thee, & bovve dovvne thine eare to my sighes that I make to thee.

The song of songs

Or the Canticle of Solomon betweene Christ, & his spouse, the tvvo first chapters

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& is set to the tune of, Blessed are they that perfect are Psal. CXIX. 1. part.

To his much esteemed good freend Mr. WILLIAM CHRISTMAS Marchant one of the deacons of the English Church residing at Hamborough: Grace here, glory for euer in Christ.

The first Song.

The spouse speakes to Christ.

1

O that thou vvouldst on me so cast
Some lookes of thy svveete loue,
That thou maist make me deere to thee
My hart vvith grace to moue

2

Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare,
And farre more svveete to me
Then wealth, or vvine, or limbe, or life,
Or ought that I can see.

3

The svveete that I smell of thy name
Is like on oyle most pure,
And pourd it is on all thy saincts
Such is thy loue soe sure.

4

O dravve me, dravve me, I vvill runne
To bord, to bed vvith thee;
O pull me, pull me from my sinne
O rid me, set me free.

The spouses speakes.

5

The good are glad in thee, thy loue
They long, and looke for still
They vvalke to thee, they talke of thee
And all to doe thy vvill.

6

Graunt this o Christ, and then vve shall
Be all in all that is,
And thou shalt find that none of vs
Of thy grace ought to misse.

7

O shevve me, vvhom my soule doth loue
Where thou dost feed at noone.
O vvhy should I thus freet, & feele
The losse of thee so soone.

The second Song.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

O thou my church vvhom I doe loue
For vvhō I shed my bloud
If thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue,
& hast not seene the good

2

Then gett thee to those flockes of mine
where as they feed by those
Whom I haue sett as giuds for them
That I in loue haue chose.

3

There feed, & fatt thy selfe vvith foode,
That Saincts doe touch, doe tast;
And tune their soules in thankes to me
For loue that aye doth last.

4

For deere thou art to me my loue,
For shape, for strength, for speede:
That none is like to thee my deere
In thought, in vvord, in deede.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke
Are set vvith pearls of grace
With stones of price, vvith chaynes of vvorth,
I loue to see thy face.

6

These signes of loue, are seales to thee,
What shall be thine else vvhere
When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me
O spouse, my loue most deere.

7

There spangs, & specks of gold most pure
Ile add to all the rest.
There shalt thou loue, & liue vvith me
And eke for aye be blest.

The third Song.

The spouse speakes to her mates.

1

See novve all ye that loue the lord
Ye Nymphes, ye Mayds of grace
Whiles that my lord, & king novve seemes
Farre of from me in place

2

And is in midst of troopes of saincts
On highe vvhere he doth dvvell;
Where all doe tend on him in loue,
Where all things sure goes vvell.

3

Yet see his grace doth stoope to me,
I feele him vvith me here,
By power of spright, by gifts of light,
He comes to me most neere.

4

And though I be much ioy to him,
Yet he is all to me;
As bunch of myrrhe tvvixt both my breasts,
So svveete to hart is he

The spouse to her mates.

5

Oh is there ought in the wide world
That smells, that smiles as he
Ah svveete, ah svveete my soule doth feele
His loue a life to me.

6

His loue layd close to my poore hart
To sence giues such a touch.
That for his loue to dye, to dye.
I vvould not thinke it much.

7

Watch then, & vvayte ye maids that mourne
For this my loue vvill come;
And iudge he vvill in truth, & povver
The folke both all, & some.

The fourth Song.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Deere spouse noe loue is lost on me
To me thou art most svveete,
To see thee clad in clothes of grace
With rings, & roabs most meete.

2

I ioy, I like, I loue thee deere,
Hovve faire, hovve fresh art thou?
None like to thee in shine of face,
As I looke on thee novve.

3

Hovve chast, hovve choice art thou my deere?
Thine eies like doues doe looke.
Thine hart, thy mind, thy thoughts, thy all.
I vvrite thē in my booke

The spouse speakes to Christ.

4

Nay thou my deere thou art the cheefe
The choice, the sunne, the shine.
From thee o Christ I haue these raies
For they are none of mine

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

Thou art o Christ full of this grace
Thou art the sea the spring;
And from thee I doe take these streames
& to thee thē doe bring

6

As thankes for all thy loue to me,
And to thy saincts each one;
Who troope in bands to serue thee still,
Though here they vveepe, & mone.

7

For they are sure to rest in blisse
When thou shalt call them home
From out this sea of sobs, & sighes
That doth soe frett, & fome

5

And though this vaile of my base flesh
A full sight bares me fro,
Yet vvith mine eye of faith, I looke
On him that loues me soe.

6

I see him as in a cleare glasse,
I see him shine full bright;
Through grates of vvords, & gates of life
My soule of him hath sight.

7

And novve me thinkes I heare him speake
And thus to me doth say
O church, o spouse lift vp thy head
O faire one come thy vvay.

The seuenth Song.

Christ speakes.

1

The storme is past of greefe, & woe
The spring of ioy is seene
[illeg.] all things novve are fresh, & faire
And full, & nevve, & greene.

2

In highe is ioy, on earth is peace,
To men a great good vvill;
And all the quire of saincts doe sing
To shevve their loue, their skill.

3

Not buds, but figgs, & fruits are seene
Of grace, of ioy, of loue;
O come my deere, shake of thy sleepe
Come on my milke vvhite doue.

4

O let me heare thy voice my deere
O plye me vvith thy plaints,
O looke thou vp though face be sad
Ile place thee vvith my saincts.

Christ speakes.

5

O all ye that vvishe vvell to me,
And to my church, & name
Put frō my deere all those that seeke
Her faith, her loue to blame.

The spouse speakes.

6

For he is mine by faith, & trust,
And I am his by loue.
We both are one by his great power
I long to see my doue.

7

O come as svvift as Roe, or Hind
My loue, my life to me
Till day doe breake, till sunne doe shine
Till shade of death doth flee.

A Canticle, or song.

Of the third & fourth chapters of the song of Solomon being Metaphrased into Monosylables of Great Brittains language, & is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god.

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And is set to the tune of Helpe lord for good, & godly men Psal. XII.

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. ISAAC LEE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of the marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb: Encrease of glory.

103

The first speach.

The spouse speakes to Christ.

1

In bed I sought my loue by night,
But could not find him there,
I sought him but he vvas farre off,
And did not come me neere.

2

I rose, & vvalkt the streates to see
If my soule could him find
Whom I did vvant, yet found I not
The day starre of my mind.

3

Thē rā I straight to those that teach
And vvatch, & vvaite for me
And sayd to thē cā ye shevve novve
Where I my loue might see.

4

And thus halfe spent vvith care, & cost,
My soule gan faint, & faile
Loe then my loue did shevve himselfe,
& vvould not let me quaile

104

The spouse speakes to Christ.

5

So that by a nevve acte of faith
I savve vvhere he vvas not.
We misse him in our beds of rest
The vvorld is not his lott.

6

The streets are strayts of cost, & care
Where vve doe lose him quite,
But in the vvord, & soule of man
We feele him in his might.

7

But vvhē I found him hold I tooke
Fast hold on him I layd,
Noe more to part vvith him at all
Then he to me thus sayd.

105

The second speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Novve that my spouse hath toyld all night
And lokt, & longd for me
I charge you all that are my frends,
And looke to liue in glee.

2

Stirre her not vp, nor vvake my deere
With toyes, or tales of yore
But let her rest in peace, & ioy,
And vexe her novve noe more.

3

Oh vvho is this that comes so faire
From out the foule vvorlds lane,
And hath shakt of her slough of sinne
That vvould haue beene her bane

4

It is my Church, my chaire of state
Where I doe loue to be
It is my doue my stay my deere
It glads me her to see.

106

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

That is so quitt from vvorld of woe,
From sinke of sinne, & shame,
She seekes to me for all her vvants
Shee trusts to my great name,

6

She smells as myrrh, & spice of cost
Gracd vvith my chaines of loue,
She is my spouse, no spott she hath,
She is my milke vvhit doue.

7

All faire, and full of grace most bright
She comes, she rūns to me
Come on my deere, make thou noe stay
Thy loue, thy life to see.

107

The third speach.

The spouse speakes.

1

O novve my soule thou hast a glymse
Of ioy that is on highe,
O blest are they that vevve it all,
Or doe that place come nighe.

2

The courts on earth of kings most greate
Are rich, & rare to vevve,
But this vvhere my Christ rules, & raignes
For aye is faire, & nevve,

3

The gard of this great court of state
Are Saincts, & sprights of might
That doe his vvill at all his beckes,
And dvvell vvith him in light.

4

The courts of kings are made vvith hands
Their care, their cost is vaine,
But heres a Court not made by mē
Where my svveet Christ doe raigne.

108

The spouses speaketh.

5

He in him selfe is all the state,
He giues his court the grace,
He is the light, the hight, the all,
That is still in that place

6

Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ,
& see this court of rayes
O take a vevve of this your life
O seeke it all your dayes.

7

Christ is your Bride groome, & you are
To him a spouse most bright
He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre
And gaynd you vvith his might.

109

The fourth speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Hovve faire art thou my deare, my spouse
With out, & eke vvith in.
Hovve voyd of filth, or spotts of shame
Of sinke, or stinch of sinne.

2

For I doe purge thee of the same
My vvord doth make thee free,
& they that teach to thee my lore
Are all most svveet to thee

3

Their speach is full of grace, & loue
To those that heare the same
Their vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue
To keepe thee frō all blame

4

Those that doe rule, & giude the stearne
Are as the necke to head
They are both strong, & stout to gard
The soules that they haue fed?

110

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve
Are breasts full fraught vvith milke,
And all that sucke the ioyce of thē
Are clad in robes of silke.

6

That is the grace of Saincts, & such
Shall shine in rayes of rest
Till day doth davvne, & shad doth fade,
And they for aye be blest.

7

Thus art thou faire, my loue in me
In thee there is noe spott.
I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere
Cleane voyd of sinne, or blott.

111

The fift speach.

Christ speakes still.

1

O novve my loue I haue thee sought,
And brought thee frō the lands
I haue the led in bands of grace
From out the curse, & bands.

2

To me from all parts of the earth
I vvill the giude, & call,
& quite thou shalt be frō the bands
Of them that did thee thrall.

3

Who once did vexe, & greeue thee sore
In bane, in bloud, in vvoe,
But I vvill set thee safe from them,
And rid thee from thy foe.

4

For thou my hart hast caught with loue
One cast of thy faire eie
Of faith I meane doth vvound my hart
which made me faint, & die

112

Christ speakes still.

5

All svveets the vvorld can yeald to me
Are banes to thy svveet smell,
Thou art my spouse, in life, & death
The graue shall not thee quell.

6

The vvords vvhich from thy lipps doe droppe
When thou dost pray, or praise.
Are farre more svveet to me then svveets
That sunne doth see by dayes

7

Thou art a spring to me shutt vp
A vvell seald by my ring,
Frō vvhēce doth flowe pure streams of loue
To me thy lord, & king.

113

The sixt speach.

Christ speakes.

1

Thou art closd vp my spouse, my Deere
That none might doe thee ill,
That force of foes, nor rage of fēds
On thee might doe their vvill.

2

That noe vvild Boore of vvood so fell
Thy rootes, thy plants might marre
For I looke on thee vvith mine eies,
And vevve their ire a farre.

3

Thy plants are like svveet fruits of choice
My deere ones all they are
Of thee, & them, as of mine eies
I vvatch, & haue a care.

4

Svveet sent as Myrrhe, & cane ye yeald
As all cheefe spice of choice
So are thy plants o Deere to me
For they doe heare my voice.

114

Christ speakes.

5

For tast, for touch, for smell, for hevve
Thy fruits are all most pure
I ioy to see them in this plight,
And in my loue so sure.

6

From thee o spouse doth flovve full farre
Thy streames to dales, & hills,
And I the spring doe flovve to thee
To fill thy spouts, thy rills.

7

Who so of thee doth drink is drencht,
And thirsts noe more for aie
Thou art the streames of god to flowe
To soules that faint in vvaye.

115

The seuenth speach.

The Church speakes to Christ.

1

If I be then so svveet my deere
My Christ, my God, my Loue
Thē breathe on me with thy svveet breath
That it my hart may moue.

2

O all ye povvers of my svveete god
Blovve on me North, & South
That these my plants of my poore soule
May blest be by his mouth

3

And make thē svveet to him, as are
The Plants of loue, & grace
So shall my loue ioy still to come,
And glad him in this place.

4

Yea he vvill come to me his ovvne
vvhich he hath bought full deere
And vvill take of the fruit that he
Hath made to him so neere.

116

Christ speakes.

5

I come my loue to thee myne ovvne
As thou hast cald to me
And as thou vvilt, so vvill I take
These fruits a part of thee.

6

I see thy vvorkes, thy vvords, thy thoughts
They all to me are svveet,
For they are mine I gaue thē thee,
And all else that is meete.

7

Novve all ye blest of me, & Saincts
Cheere vp, & glad your mind
That yett in this deere loue of mine
Such grace, & loue doe find.

121

A Canticle, or song.

Betweene Christ, & his church of the fift, & sixt chapters of the Song of Solomon metaphrased into Monosyllabls of Great Brittains language, & is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god.

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And is set to the tune of Lord be my iudge, & thou shalt see Psal. CXXVI.

123

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. WALTER PELL one of the assistants of the most vvorthy cōpanie of the marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb: Ioy of both vvorlds.

127

The first speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

I am come dovvne o spouse most deere
To take those fruits of thine,
Which thou vvith hart of grace, & loue
Dost knovve of erst vvere mine.

2

I haue thought vvell of all thy workes,
As vvell of vvill as deede.
I dranke thy vvine vvith milke so svveet
With loue they doe me feede.

3

o you my frēds, & saincts most blest
Cheere vp your selues vvith me,
And ioy your harts vvith this my spouse
whose cates of love you see

The church speakes.

4

When once this vvorld had luld in sleepe
Of sinne, my selfe, my sēce
Yet vvakt mine hart to Christ my Deere,
& thou didst dravve me thence.

128

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

Thou camst to me, & knockst full oft
At doore of my poore hart
Thou knockst I say full oft my deere
And pearst me vvith thy dart.

6

And saidst Ile come, & lodge vvith thee,
And dvvell vvith thee in grace,
Shut out the vvorld, thy sinns, thy shame,
& let me come in place.

7

For all the night I vvayte for thee,
My lockes vvith dropps of paine
Are vvett, & all to stay for thee
That I thy loue might gaine.

129

The second speach.

The Church speakes.

1

I haue put of my coate sayd I,
Hovve shall I put it on.
My feete I vvasht, shall I them file
Oh noe, my loue be gone.

2

Thus did I plead for my long stay
For vvho so loues my deere
Must eare, & carke, & strang things tast
Of vvoe him to come neere.

3

For cleane of foyle, of vvoe, & ill
Who liues that seekes my deere
No, No, the vvorld vvill plague thē all
That serues our god in feare

4

But vvhē my loue these vvords did heare
He shrunke, & vvent me fro,
& hid him selfe, & spake noe more
That I had searud him so.

130

The Church speakes.

5

And then I rouzd my hart I yearnd
That had him lost so sone
I rose, & lokt, & chid my selfe
For that vvhich I had done.

6

I sought him but he hid him selfe,
And vvould not me come nigh
I roard, & cride, & vsd all meanes
I card not for to die.

7

For that I had lost him my deere
That sought me for his doue,
But yet I foūd him not, nor knewe
He hard my voice in loue.

131

The third speach.

The church speakes still.

1

The men that should haue had a care
They smote, & did me vvound,
With vvords most false, & vaine they sought,
To ding me to the ground.

2

I charge you all that loue the lord
If that you shall him find
Tell him hovve sicke I am of loue
In hart, in soule, in mind.

3

O vvhat (say they) is this thy Deere
More then the sonnes of men
That thou art thus farre gō in loue,
And aye doe not him ken.

4

My loue sayd I is vvhite, & red
His face is pure, & bright
He is the cheefe, & choice, of all
In him is all the light

132

The church speakes still.

5

For god in him is full, & faire
In grace, in face, in all.
His head fine gold, his lockes faire flockes
In him there is no gall

6

His eies like doues full of pure loue
His cheeks as beds of spice,
His lips as svveet, as flovvers in May
To me he is not nice.

7

His hāds are sett vvith port, & price
Pure myrrhe doth dropp him fro
His vvill is rule of truth, & faith
This is most true I knovve

133

The fourth speach.

The spouses speaketh.

1

Yea all his acts are firme, & strong
As sett in gold most sure.
No shevve of change, but streight, & cleere
Both sound, & safe, & pure

2

His mouth is as svveet things of choice
Frō vvhēce doth flovve my blysse
He is all svveet, in part, in vvhole,
And I poore soule am his.

A forraigne congregatiō speakes.

3

Since then o deere such is thy loue,
Shevve vs vvhere he is found,
And vve vvill seeke this loue vvith thee
In all the vvorld so round

4

For nōe, but thee o church cāst him
Make knowne, in vvord, in deed
O tell vs then, & vve vvill ioyne,
And he shall be our meede.

134

The spouses speaketh.

5

Thē sayd I to those that him sought
He is gone dovvne to be
In beds of spice vvith soules, & saincts
That is my loue, thats he

6

Yea I am his in his sweet loue,
And he is mine by faith.
In spight of hell, or sinne, or shame
His vvord to me so saith.

7

And both of vs are one in god,
And knitt in soule, & spright
By loue most svveete, & ioy of hart
I liue still in his sight.

135

The fift speach.

Christ speakes to his church

1

Though thou my church didst me not seeke,
But putts me farre thee fro,
Yet novve thou dost looke back to me
I vvill not serue thee so.

2

But I vill come, & dvvell vvith thee
In grace, in loue, in avve.
I vvill thee ioy, in mirth, & glee,
And teach to thee my lavve.

3

Turne backe thine eies frō me my deere
That are thus fixt on me
Thy strength of faith doth ioy me so
That I mind none, but thee.

4

The men that feede thy soule vvith foode
Haue all one hart, one tongue
They tune all like a quire of saincts
They sound forth all one songe.

136

Christ speaketh to his church.

5

So that their paines are not in vaine
They bring to me much fruit.
They cry, & call to me for helpe,
And I doe heare their suite.

6

Thy locks, thy lookes, are seene so faire
Thy blush, thy smile so svveet.
That I doe ioy in them that teach
Those things that are so meete

7

Though kings, & queenes, & all folk else
My name, my loue doe vse,
Yet on thee, on thee loue I looke
On thee I thinke I muse.

137

The sixt speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Thou art my spouse most chast most pure
Whom all the vvorld doth loue
Thou art my deere, my peere, my ioy,
Noe spott in thee my Doue.

2

Those that doe looke, & see thy face
Do praise, & plaud thee still,
And bless thee that hast god thy lord,
& didst yeald to his vvill.

3

& thus they say rapt vvith thy state
Whats shee so faire as morne
So pure as sūne, so bright as mone,
Of vvhat state is shee borne.

4

Her face is faire through force of faith
She is most bright in heue
Yea in her looks is feare, & dread
To cause her foes to rue.

138

The spouse speakes to Christ.

5

And thus all gast, & rapt vvith sight
Of thy svveet port, & state
They stand in stond all pale, & wan
For thee they can not mate.

6

No more then glympse of starre cādashe
The sūne in hight of skye,
Or light on earth the mone at full
Can darke or once come nigh.

7

Cheare vp thy selfe deere loue I say
For though thou didst me miss,
I meane not thee my loue to leaue
For all the vvorld that is.

139

The seuenth speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse

1

I did but goe to see my vine
Hovve it did bud, & sprout
To see vvhat fruits my plants did yeald
And hovve they vvere come out.

2

And novve I see they bud, & blooe,
And yeald me fruit good store.
Ile care for them, & they for me
That they may haue the more.

4

The soules that came to me of late
I prune, I plash, I purge
That they may bring forth farre more fruite
With this my rod, & scourge.

5

And novve they are vvell grovvne my Deere
I hast, I runne to thee,
With speed at need I hast, I post
With vvings of vvind to see.

140

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

What thou dost vvant, or vvouldst novve haue
Speake loue, Ile giue thee it.
Thou shalt not feare my loue to thee
In rest by thee ile sitt.

6

Come then my loue to me full fast
Let all Saincts ioy, & sing.
To house of god ile safe, & sound
My Deere shall my loue bring.

7

Novve all ye Saincts, & soules on high
Looke, see, fixe fast your eie,
On this my loue, marke vvell her grace.
No fault in her I spie.

145

A Canticle, or song.

Of the seuenth, & eight chapters of the song of Solomon being Metaphrased into Monosylabls of great Brittains language, & is to be vsed by euery deuout soule in his priuat conference vvith his god

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And is sett to the tune of Giue thanks vnto the lord our god. Psal. CVII.

147

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. WILLIAM WALCOT marchant, one of the most vvorthie cōpanie of Marchant Adventurers residing at Hamborough. Happines for euer.

151

The first speach.

Christ speaketh.

1

Her feet are svveet, her gate a grace
All shod vvith Peace, & Truth,
Of gods ovvne spell to runne the race
Frō bane, & vvoe, & ruth.

2

Her loynes are girt fast vvith the same,
The price of it is rare.
The skill is framd vvith hand of might
All full of cost, & care

3

Her vvombe like a round cup that vvants
Noe vvine to cheere her plants,
As heaps of vvheate set all vvith flovvers
Pure graynes to helpe our vvāts

4

Her breast the tvvo svveet leagues of grace
Are as to tvvins of birth
Whose milke doth feede the babs of god
Which dvvell here on the earth.

152

Christ speaketh.

5

Those that doe rule, & guide her folke
Like necke doth beare vp head
So those doe stay as tovver of strength
Till they at full are fed.

6

Her eies are like tvvo fonts most cleare
In which vve may vvell see
Our selues in face, in fact, in faith,
And dravve thence life, & glee.

7

Her nose from vvhence vve sent the good
Is as some tovver of state
For she can Iudg, & find it out
From tyme, to tyme past date

153

The second speach.

Christ speakes still.

1

Her tire of head is full of Grace
To all that doe it see,
And I am tyde by mine ovvne vvill
O loue to be vvith thee.

2

O loue hovve full in all thy parts
Dvvells loue, & life by me
Hovve svveet, & faire art thou in all
When I doe looke on thee,

3

Thy grovvth is like a Palme tree tall,
For prest, thou dost rise more
Thy teats are full of milke, & mirth
And yeald thy babes great store

4

I said I vvill goe to my tree
And ioyne me to my Palme,
& make it yeald all salues for sores
To cure all vvounds as Balme.

154

Christ speach still.

5

And I vvill cause her for to yeald
Good vvorkes of faith, & life,
And vvith her povver to driue [illeg.] her
The sinnes that are so rife.

6

The soules that thirsts shall haue their fill.
Her vvords shall spring a vvine
By mouthes of those that teach my lore,
And preach those lavves of mine

7

Yea they shall cause the lipps of him
That sleepes, & snorts in sinne
To speake, & praise the god of life
That rouzd him from that din.

155

The third speach.

The church speakes.

1

Such as I am, I am not mine,
But his that loud me deere,
In none, but him vvill I be glad,
None but him vvill I feare.

2

For he once gaue him selfe for me,
And made of me his choyce.
Him vvill I heare, he is my deere,
Its life to heare his voice.

3

O come my loue, letts lodg all night
In fields, in tovvnes, letts goe,
And see hovve all our flockes doe feede
Letts runne as svvift as roe.

4

Vp to the vines letts hast in morne,
And vevve hovve they doe bud,
And see the signes of fruits, & grace
And looke if they be good.

156

The Church speakes.

5

For hence vve shall knovve full out tyme
When vve shall ioyne in one
In all the blisse that I haue made
To quitt thee of thy mone.

6

See loue thy plants both in them selues
Doe bud, & bloome most fresh,
And yeald a sent to moe them by
That are but young, & neshe

7

All plants that grovve in vs I keepe,
Both old, & young I loue,
And all for thee o Christ my god
Thy Grace, & lookes to moue.

157

The fourth speach.

The old Ievvish Church speaketh.

1

O that I might my Christ once see
Clad in this flesh of mine,
& find him here on earth to dwell
Made one, once of my line.

2

Thē vvould I kisse, & cull my Deere
The vvorld could not me touch,
But if it did I vvould not passe,
Nor think of it so much.

3

Then vvould I bring thee to the light
Though novve pent vp in darke,
And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve
My Christ, my god, by marke

4

Then vvould I feast thee vvith the best
with cupps of loue, & grace.
Thē vvould the soules in Christ be glad
To vevve our rest, & place

158

The old Ievvish church speaketh.

5

His left hand then should stay my head
His right hand stay my hart,
& thē I vvould not feare the vvorld
Nor hell, nor death his dart.

6

His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead,
& raise me vp cleane gone,
His light vvould make me shine as pearle
O like him there is none

7

charge you o ye saincts that loue
Dare not to greeue my deere,
Nor once to stirre him vp in ire,
But learne his vvrath to feare,

159

The fift speach.

Christ speaketh.

1

Who is this that from denns of sinne
From lusts, & life most leaud
Doth band her selfe gainst all the ill,
& shevves her vvrath, & feud

2

Ist not my church? o it is shee
Whom I haue loud of old,
And did her take from povvers of hell
When she vvas bought, & sold.

3

And her frō ire of sinne, & shame
Where shee had falne from me
I raisd to life from depth of hell.
I quitt, I sett her free.

4

For there by faith she leand on me,
And I to her gaue vvay.
Then shee to me did ope her hart,
And thus to me did say.

160

The Ievvisch church speaketh

5

O sett me as a signe, a seale
On hart, on arme, on all.
O hold me deere, my loue, my Christ
For I to thee doe call.

6

Let naught me moue from thy svveet loue
Lest greefe me gore, & vvoe,
For the least shade vvhen thou art gone
Doth shevv to me my foe.

7

The zeale vvhere vvith I loue my Deere
Is like the graue most fell
And burnes me vp like coles of fire
To saue my soule from hell.

161

The sixt speach.

The Ievvish church speaketh.

1

Yea more then fire, or flame it is
Noe source can quench this loue.
Noe paines, noe gaines, or loss, or crosse
From him my hart can moue.

2

Noe vvealth, noe peelfe, noe feare, no force
All this I scorne should me
Once moue to thinke, or ioy in ought
But in his grace, & glee

3

We haue a plant deere loue thou knovvst
The church that thou hast chose,
From out the Iles so farre frō hēce.
O vve vvould not her lose.

4

She is but smale of grovvth as yet
For vvant of thy good grace,
But if thou cast a looke on her.
And let her see thy face.

162

The Ievvish speaketh.

5

Hovve fresh, hovve faire vvill she come forth,
And grovve, & beare to thee
Her buds, her bloomes, her fruits of faith
All good, & faire to see,

Christ speaketh.

6

If she be firme, & fast to me
As vvall, as tovver of strength
Ile make her pure, & sure in league
By vvord, & deed at length.

7

And if she vvill giue vvay to me,
And to my vvords giue eare
Ile make her safe in league of peace
And she shall be my deere,

163

The seuenth speach.

The Ievvish Church speaketh.

1

The faith, & loue that thou dost seeke
In her, thou findst in me
My plea of faith found Grace, & Peace,
& I vvas ioynd to thee.

2

The vvant of vvords to feed thy saincts
Which thou in her dost craue
Is not in me to doe thy vvill
Hovve then should, she it haue.

3

Grāt thee to her thy Grace in good
And shee vvill to thee bend.
She vvill thee serue in vvord, & deede
If thou thy grace her send

Christ speaketh

4

My spouse is as a vine to me,
She flovvers, & fruits doth yeald
She is the corne that brings me thrift
& grovves faire in my feild.

164

The Ievvish church speaketh.

5

My vine shall aye be in my sight,
Yea till the vvorld haue end.
I vvill it dress, & keepe my selfe,
And grace, & peace it lend.

6

Sith thus I care for thee my deere
Shevv thou thy loue in praise,
& teach my name, my fame to all,
So long as last thy daies.

The spouse speaketh.

7

If thou my deere vvouldst haue me doe
As thou hast bid to me,
Then grāt me grace to act the same
And thou it sone shalt see.

165

A Metaphrase* .*

Of the first, and second chapters of Ieremies Lamentations for the sacking, & burning of Ierusalem, and the temple, by Nebuchadnezer king of Babell, and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard, put into monosyllables of great Brittains language.

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And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee. Psal. XXV.

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. EDWARD MEEDE one of the assistants of the most vvorthy companie of Merchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough. Grace in this vvorld, and ioy in the other.

The first depth.

Frō dumps, & doomes of vvoe
From depth of vvrath, & ire
we call, vve crie, vve roare o lord

Aleph.

With zeale as hot as fire.

The state vvhere once thy name
Was great in light of grace
Is led a slaue by force of vvarre

Beth.

A curse is in the place.

Our streeats that flockt vvith folke
Most rich, in cloths most gay.
Are novve made void, & laid full vvast

Gimel.

By night, and eke, by day.

Daleth.

We that did rule, and raigne,
And brusd the vvorld vvith might
Doe novve pay taxe, & tole, & disme
By force of armes in spight.

He.

We vveepe full sore all night,
By day our teares doe fall
Our eies are sore, our cheekes are wett
Yet on the lord vve call.

Vau.

They that did loue vs once,
& vvere our frends in shevve
Are turnd to gall, and doe vs kill
As ferce as doth our foe.

The second depth

Our prince is made a slaue
To sitt vvith folke most base,
We find noe rest but vvoe and moane,

Zain.

& shame doth fill our face.

our sinne, our sinne hath greeud
The lord of hosts full sore.
Our shame, our shame for that doth come.

Heth.

On vs novve more, and more.

Our things of vvorth the foe
Hath seizd all to his hand
They staine the church of thy great name

Teth.

We cā them not vvith stand.

The facts that vve haue done
Are all filths in his sight.

Jod.

He pluckes vs dovvne, & none doth build,
Not one vvill doe vs right.

We sighe for bread in vvant
We giue our vvealth for yt.

Caph.

O helpe svveete lord for vve are vile
O dravve vs from this pitt.

O let all those that passe
Looke on my vvoe, & see

Lamed

If ere they savve the like of this
That novve is done to me.

The third depth.

In all my bones is fire
A net my feete hath caught
God turnes his face, & makes me faynt

Mem.

His vvrath it hath me taught.

His hand is on my necke,
His yoke hath bound me sore
He beares his hād so hard on me

Nun.

That I can rise noe more.

My men of force are gone,
My young men crusht vvith might
My maids, & babes are trod to dust

samech

And all this in my sight.

For these things vveeps myne eies,
My soule is farre from glee

Ain.

The foe doth force me to this woe,
And none doth care for me.

We stretch our hands for helpe,
And none doth take a care

Pe.

We are as is the filth of all
They looke not hovve vve fare

Yet thou art iust o lord
For vve haue gone from thee

Zade.

Thou vvilt vs helpe for this at last.
O shevve thy face to me.

The fourth dept.

My Preests gaue vp the ghost
While they did seeke for meate
The old men eke gaue vp their breath

Koph.

O lord our vvoe is great.

I am in greefe o lord
Mine hart is fild vvith vvoe
The svvord doth kill, & Death doth rage.

Resch.

For that thou art my foe.

When I doe sigh, & grone
Noe eie doth care for me.
My foes doe ioy, & glad themselues

Shin.

My vvoe, & moane to see.

O let my sighes o lord,
Loud crie make in thine eares

Thau.

I haue done ill, cleāse me of that
And rid mine eies frō teares.

O lord vvhy vvith a cloud,
So black of vvrath, & ire

Aleph.

Hast thou vs clad, and cast vs dovvne
Why are vve burnt vvith fire?

The lord doth raze our race,
Our stocke, our flocke, our all;

Beth.

Dovvne to the ground he dings vs fast
Our prince, our peeres doe fall.

The fift depth.

The strength of all our house

Gimel.

Is spent, yea all is gone
The lords ferce vvrath hath cut vs of
To helpe vs there is none.

He bends his bovve at vs

Daleth.

He shootes vs through full sore
He kills the choice of all our flocke
O lord vvhat vvilt thou more?

Our forts of fence, & strength
Our fields so fresh, so full

He.

Are all laid vvast, our goods, our babes
Our foes from vs doe pull.

Vau.

The king, & Preest at once
The church & state doe vvaile
The daies of feasts are turnd to fasts
The lord he doth vs quaile.

Zain.

The lord hath cast dovvne all
They roare, & make a noice
With in thy house o'god our king
Where once vvas hard our voice

Heth.

Our, vvall, our vvealth, our state,
Our god vvill lay full lovve.
His hand is bent to stricke vs all
Thy vvill o lord is so.

The sixt depth.

The lavve, and all is gone

Teth.

Noe preest, noe peere of light
The lord hath rid vs of them all
Not one doth come in sight.

The graue men of our state

Iod.

The sage, & such as giude
Doe sitt on groūd in dust, & clay
With sacke they cloth their side

Mine eies to see this faile,

Caph.

vvith teares they drope, & melt
The babes doe sovvne in midst of street
Such vvoe, & vvant they felt.

They crie for bread, for drinke

Lamed,

To all that stand them nighe,
And in their lapps that gaue thē sucke
They saint, & faile, & die.

Mem.

What vvoe is like to ours?
Our breach as seas doe roare
Theres none can helpe, or heale our vvound
O lord our greefe is sore.

Nun.

They that should see, & say,
And tell vs of our sinne
Haue taught vs things both vile, & vaine
Noe good vve find there inne.

samech

All such as pass vs by
Do scoffe at vs, & mocke
Is this the place say they of strength
Is this the whole earths rocke

The seauenth depth.

Our foes doe hisse, & gnash

Ain.

Their teeth, & thus doe saye
This is the day vve haue sought for
To bring thee dovvne for aye

But lord this is thine acte

Pe.

To throvve vs dovvne each one
In dayes of old it vvas thy vvill
To bruise vs bone by bone.

Our teares doe shovvre on vs

Zade.

To thee our harts doe cry
By day, & night vve take noe rest
Our soules doe faint, & dye.

We crye out in the night

Koph.

Like babes vve hold vp hands
We faint for want of bread o lord
O rid vs of these bands

Resh

O see svveet lord the babes
That are but a span long
We eate for foode, our Preests are slayne
And cast out as the donge.

Shin.

The young, & old on ground
Are cast, & faint, & die
Our maids so fresh, so faire in hevve
Are kild, & cast them by.

Thau.

Naught else but feares o lord
Doe vvake vs day, & night
It is the day of thy ferce vvrath
Of foes, of vvarre, of spight.

A Metaphrase* .*

5

Giue them their lott o lord,
Looke on the vvorke they vvrought
Giue them thy curse vvith greefe of hart
That haue my vvoe thus sought

6

Cast them all cleane from thee
Let not the earth them beare
For that they doe not seeke to thee
But rage vvith out all feare.

A Metaphrase* .*

The V. Cap.

5

O lord call thou to mind
What is come on vs all
Take heede to vs that in our vvoe
To none but thee doe call.

6

Our lands, our rents, our all
The foe from vs doe take.
The folke that are to vs most strange
A prey of vs doe make.

The fift depth.

1

Our babes doe knovve noe sires,
And they that gaue the breast
Doe sitt, and sighe, & roare, & cry,
Ne can they take their rest.

2

Our drinke to vs is sold,
Our vvood vve buy full deare,
And all this ill is come on vs
For thee vve did not feare.

3

Our neckes are prest vvith yokes
On vs they lie full sore.
We moile, & toyle, & haue noe rest
O lord vvhat vvilt thou more

4

To those that be our foes
For bread vve giue our hands
They tire on vs, & make a prey,
They breake in to our lands.

5

They that are dead, & gone,
O lord haue done the sinne,
And vve poore soules doe pay the price.
These take vs in their gin.

6

Base slaues vvhom vve did beate,
Ore vs novve rule, and tire,
& there is none that doth vs helpe
Our feete stickes in the mire.

The sixt depth.

1

Our bread vve gett vvith dread,
It costs vs halfe our life
we vvaile in midst of vvoe, & waste
All night, all day in strife.

2

Our skin like to a Moore
Is black for vvant of meate
Our parts are parcht to skin, and bone
Thy vvrath o lord is great.

3

Our maids they make a prey
To serue their minds, & lusts
Our vviues they vvronge in all our sights,
Yet lord thy hand is iust.

4

By hand our prince they hang,
The old men they doe scorne
Our greete doth last till it be night,
And eke till it be morne.

4

They make our young ones grind
And toyle like horse in mill.
Their backes they load vvith bath of vvood
Till that they doe them kill.

5

The old men sitt noe more
To iudge the cause in gate
The young mē vvaile that vvont to sing
Oh vvhen vvill be our date

6

Our ioy of hart is gone
Our daunce is turnd to moane
our minds doe muse of nought but vvoe
We sitt, & sighe, & grone.

The seauenth depth.

1

The crovvne is gone from vs,
And all the rule is fled,
What shall vve doe o lord our god
Our sinne hath struck vs dead.

2

For sinne our hart is faynt,
For sinne our eies are dymme,
For sinne our foes doe vvarre on vs,
And rend vs limbe, by limbe.

3

Our hills, and dales are vvaste
The foxe doe roome, & range,
These things to see our harts doe bleed,
To vs it is most strange.

4

Yet lord thou art for aye,
Thy throne is sett full sure
Thou canst vs helpe, vvhen hope is gone
O lord novve doe vs cure.

5

Why then dost hide thy face?
And vvilt not on vs looke
Thou vvilt at last thy grace vs giue
That is vvrote in thy booke.

6

Turne to vs lord vve praye,
And then vve shall see grace,
O giue to vs the daies of old,
Thy name sett in this place.

7

What shall thy vvrath like fire
Still last, and burne, & kill
O cease svveet lord vve doe thee pray
So shalt thou find noe ill.

Seauen dumpes

On the seauen words that Christ spake on the crosse which shevve the seauen depthes of the lavves curse, vvhich our lord did feele for our sinnes.

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And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee. Psal. XXV.

To his much esteemed good frend Mr. GEORGE FRANKLYN on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb: Grace here, Glory hereafter in Christ.

The vevve

1

O god my soule lift vp,
& stretch mine hart in tvvaine
That it may feele, & faile, & die
For life is in this paine.

2

My poore hart is so full,
& fraught vvith thought of thee
That its nighe rent to see thy loue
So much, so maine for me

3

O take thy crosse, and nailes,
And straine my hart at length
That thy deare loue may not be pent,
But shevve my soule thy strength

4

And novve my thoughts are free
Thy loue to vevve in sight
My hart doth pant for that noe more
It feeles here of thy might

5

O fill my hart once more,
And stretch, & straine it still
That I may lothe, & loue no more
My sinne that brought this ill.

6

But I vvant space in hart,
And grace in all my life,
To end my smart in sight of this,
And sinnes that are so rife.

7

But since my hart o god
Holds not a sight of thee
O doe thou lord hold fast my hart
And shevve thy loue to me.

The first Dumpe.

On the first word.

Father forgiue them for they knovve not vvhat they doe. Luck 23. verse 34.

1

What voice is this so shrill,
That soūds thus in mine eare
O put from them their sinns o god
That knovves not vvhats thy feare.

2

Is not thy voice o Christ?
On crosse vvhen thou didst hang,
And eke for those that did thee kill
Ist not thy voice that sang?

3

A tune to god on highe,
With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd,
To see thy deere loue stretch so farre
& made the vvorld so easd.

4

They knevve not vvhat they did
Was ere such a thing seene.
To pray for those that made a prey
In vvoes so sharp so keene.

5

O soule full oft thou hast
Not knovven vvhat thou hast done
Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe
But in thy Christ gods sonne.

6

O pray my soule for them
That hate thee to the graue,
And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once
Its Christ that must thee saue.

7

When foes doe curse, blesse them
For Christ hath taught thee so;
who prayd for such as did him kill
And brought to curse, & vvoe.

The next dumpe.

ON THE NEXT WORD.

Verily I say vnto thee, This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice. Luck. 23. v. 43.

1

O soule looke vp to this,
And harke vvhat voice thou hearst,
Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death
Doth heare, vvhat ist thou fearst?

2

Then sure he vvill thee heare,
And giue eare to thy crye,
Novve that he sitts on throne in state
& is thy god so nighe

3

A theefe doth cry, & call,
Christ heares him by, and by
O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure
If thou dost call, & cry

4

O learne it is but one
To vvhom Christ grants an eare
That sued to him in death at last,
And sought him in his feare.

5

Yet it is one my soule
Least thou shouldst faynt, & dye,
And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare
In death vvhen thou shalt cry.

6

And yet it is but one,
Least soule thou shouldst be proud,
And thinke that god vvould heare thee still
When that thy cry is loud

7

O learne svveet soule by this
To sue to god in life,
& driue not of till death doe come
To die in iarre, & strife.

The third Dumpe.

On the third word.

Behold thy mother, Behold thy sonne. John. 19. v. 26. 27

1

See soule if ere the like
Was hard that novve is seene.
That Christ should care in midst of death,
And greefes that vvere so keene.

2

For those that could not helpe,
But savve him in that plight.
Burst soule, and die to see his loue
To her that bare his might.

3

And eke to him vvhose Ioue
Was fixt sure in his breast
That Christ should care in midst of greefe
That he should liue in rest

4

She that vvhose seede did bruse
The head of hell, & death
Hath hart all prest vvith vvoe, and greefe
To see Christ lose his breath

5

O child see that thou loue,
And loke, and long for good
To those that haue thee borne, & bred,
& are thee nighe in bloud.

6

Shall not our Christ loue those
Thinke you, that searue him still,
And haue a care of all such folke
That seeke to doe his vvill?

7

My soule they are all deare
He cares for all their seede,
Ne shall there one that serues our god
Be void of his full meede.

The fourth dumpe.

ON THE FOURTH WORD.

My god, my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me? Mat. 27. Vers. 46.

1

O novve my soule giue eare
To this great cry, and yell.
That shakes the heauens, & moues the earth
And teares the povvers of hell.

2

My god, my god cries Christ
Why putts thou me thee fro,
And vvhy, dost hide thy face frō me
As if I vvere thy foe.

3

O soule he cries for thee
That thou maist haue gods light,
And nere be cast in pit full lovve,
And hid out of his sight.

4

This cry did darke the sunne
In full smyle of its beames
O soule doth not it dymme thy sight,
And cause of teares full streames?

5

My soule great is our sinnes
That causd these groanes, & cries
My eares that heare, are dull, and deafe.
My hart it faynts, & dies.

6

What paine didst thou o Christ
For me base vvretch then beare
That thou didst yell, & cry, & roare
In such great greefe, & feare.

7

Wast not that I might nere
Feele god goe from my hart?
Wast not o Christ that I might not
Of hell once feele the smart?

The fift dumpe.

On the fift word.

I thirst. Iohn. 19. v. 28.

1

What thirst vvas this o Christ
That thou dist feele so fell
That made thee call for drinke in drought
That causd thee thus to yell.

2

Wast not for my poore soule
Thou didst cry in thy thirst?
That I might tast the streames of ioy
That man had at the first

3

And nere to thirst for aye,
But haue the streames full glad
That ioy the hart, & soule, & all,
And blesse the mind thats sad.

4

Thou art the rocke o Christ
From vvhence the source doth flovve
That makes vs feele noe thirst at all
But vp vvards for to grovve.

5

Come to this source my soule,
And drench thy deepe sad mind
Thou cāst not chuse but here thou must
A vvell of blisse sure find

6

For Christ didst thirst for thee
That thou mights drinke I say
The streames that flovve from throne of god
vvhere Christ doth dvvell for aye

7

All soules doe thirst for this
All saincts for this doe crye,
& bray as harts doe for the flouds,
And so to faynt, & dye.

The sixt dumpe.

ON THE SIXT VVORD

It is finished. Iohan 19. vers. 30.

1

Novve all is done my soule
That can be done for thee
The houres of death, & povvers of hell
Are all put farre from me

2

Christ novve hath paid the debt,
The bond in tvvo is rent
The lavve, the curse, the vvoe, the crosse
Is laid on him thats sent.

3

Loe Christ hath tane from thee
Thy sinne, thy shame, thy crosse,
And rid thee from the hags of hell
That vvould haue vvrought thy losse

4

Novve is the vvorld all iudgd
All povvers of death, & hell
Haue done their vvorst, & novve in vvoe
Doe cry, & roare, & yell.

5

Its done, Its done saith Christ
Ye all is past, & cleare
That thou my soule maist liue in blisse,
& be to god most deare

6

Is this the vvay o Christ,
That vve tast vvoe vvith thee,
That so vve may once rule, & raigne
And thy svveet face still see.

7

O lett thy vvill o lord,
Be done of vs in fine,
And by vs let thy vvill be done
That still vve may be thine.

The seuenth dumpe.

ON THE SEVENTH WORD.

Father into thy hands doe I commend my spirit. Luck. 23. vers. 46.

1

O come ioy of mine hart,
& seaze my soule vvith this,
What is there ought in the vvide vvorld
That cā be more to blisse.

2

Then for my soule to heare
My Christ his soule to giue,
In to the hands of god my lord
There still for aye to liue.

3

Novve soule thou seest thy blisse,
And vvhere thou maist be sure,
To haue thy rest, thy ioy, thy stay
Thy loue, thy life, thy cure.

4

O blest are they that dye,
They rest from all their care
When once the lord doth sett them free
What Death, or Hell can dare?

5

In his o soule thy Christ
For thine made suite to god
Thou needst not feare the day of death
Nor graue, nor hell his rod

6

For thou art safe in him
That keepes thy life in store,
And it is hid in Christ thy lord
What canst thou vvishe novve more.

7

O soule Die in these vvords
Giue vp thy selfe in fine
To god in Christ, & feare no ill
For he saies, Thou art mine.

To him that made these Hymnes.

When vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like muse
Hovv on vvhile drencht in sobs, & sighs for sinne.
And yet more lovv, the Paths of death doth vse.
There seisd vvith greef: yet prayes: then sours euen in
Heauens gate it self: and there true loue doth find
And then its Christ doth see, and vevv: his payne
His cross: his speare-pearst side, his greef of mind
Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy, & greef: as: on half slayne
I muse, euen at thy muse hovv vvell: hovv fit it lymms.
Its greef, sobs, sighs, & tears, in tunes, in songs, & hymns

I. P.

To him that made these hymns

Thers but one god, that this vvorld one hath made,
One Christ, one Truth, one faith, one hope, one loue,
To serve this one, in hymns of ones, dost shade
Thy zeale, to teach vs that in one vve moue.
Loe, as thy hymns be ones, so is thy name but odd,
Hovv fitt? both name, & hymns doe ioyne to praise one god,

Thus ten, & one, in one thou hast novve framd,
That vve in one should keepe the lavve often,
Thus by seaven, & seaven thou hast them so namd
For seaven tymes seaven day by day vve breake them.
Loe, your hymns, of one, Ten, & one, & seaven by seaven
Learns, god to laud, his lavve to keepe, the vvay to heauen.

G. F.