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 PARAPHRASE: Chap. II.
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The PARAPHRASE: Chap. II.
CHRIST.1
Such is the Power of my Sweet Love,My Church it Sweeteneth.
It Sweetens Earth and Heaven above.
It Sweetens Life and Death.
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'Tis with such Glories Crown'd,
That Solomons Glory must give place
To what Shines Me around.
As Lillies in the Valleys grow,
So I the Valleys own.
The Humble are my Heaven below.
The Lowly are my Throne.
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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.
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None but a Jesus, none but He!He is the Chiefest good.
My Jesus is an Apple Tree,
And others Barren VVood.
He is a Shadow from the heat
Of Conscience, wrath and Hell
He is true Manns, Heavenly Meat,
VVhich Feeds his Israel.
The Shadow of his Sacraments
Hath been exceeding good
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Upon his flesh and Blood.
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My Christ is like a Cellar Stor'dWith 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.
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Nothing but Glory can SufficeThe 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.
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How am I Born, Whilest Sick of Love,In those Blest Hands of His?
His Left my Soules Support doth prove,
His Right my Comfort is.
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And whilest his Love doth Me inflame,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 Jewes.
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.
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My dearest Saviours Voice I hear,He comes on my account,
Nothing can stop His full Career,
No, not corruptions Mount.
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My Lord makes hast from Heaven to Earth,And He himself presents,
To Men of a Polluted Birth,
By Word and Sacraments.
Tho', Like a VVall, our Frail Estate
Prevents a perfect Sight.
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Dart in some Beams of Light.
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My Lord to Me did thus begin,Arise, my Love, and Flee
From world, Flesh, Sathan, Self and Sin,
O come away to Me.
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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 dayes are past.
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The Flowers of Grace begin to SpringIn Thee so hopefully.
That all the Heavenly Quire doth Sing,
Glory to God on High.
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My Church thou art my tender Plant,My dewes have nourisht Thee
Now thou art mine, now thou must Grant
Thy Fruit, thy Self to Me.
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My Heartless Dove, why dost thou FaintAnd hide thy self from Me?
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How welcom thou shouldest be.
Come, Come before thy Lord appear,
Thy Person Joyes my Sight.
Let me thy Prayers and Praises hear,
Thy Voice is my delight.
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Ye Men of God whose Charge it isIn Gods Courts to attend,
Restrain those Enemies of his,
VVhich do his Church offend.
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Mine through my Faith is my Dear Lord,His through his Love am I.
He Feeds his People with his VVord,
VVhich tasts most pleasantly.
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He Feeds them with his VVord of Grace,Till Glories day appears.
VVhich all the Shades away shall Chase
Of Sins, and Griefs, and feares,
Come Love, Come Lord, come that long Day
My only expectation.
Shovell these days out of the way,
These Hills of Separation:
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The PARAPHRASE: Chap. II.
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