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             True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.
             Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.
          
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             Edinburgh :
             1655.
          
           
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           Jesus Christ -- Poetry.
           Christian poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
        
      
    
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           TRUE
           CHRISTIAN
           LOVE
           .
           To
           be
           sung
           with
           any
           of
           the
           common
           Tunes
           of
           the
           PSALMS
           .
        
         
           
             COL
             .
             3.
             16.
             
          
           
             Let
             the
             word
             of
             Christ
             dwell
             in
             you
             richly
             ,
             in
             all
             wisedom
             ,
             teaching
             and
             admonishing
             one
             another
             in
             Psalms
             ,
             and
             Hymns
             ,
             and
             spirituall
             songs
             ,
             singing
             with
             grace
             in
             your
             hearts
             to
             the
             Lord
             .
          
        
         
           
             EDINBVRGH
             ,
          
           Printed
           by
           
             Andro
             Anderson
             ,
          
           ANNO
           DOM
           .
           1655.
           
        
      
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           SInce
           
             CHRISTS
          
           fair
           Truth
           craves
           no
           mans
           art
           ,
        
         
           Take
           this
           rude
           Song
           in
           better
           part
           .
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           TRUE
           CHRISTIAN
           LOVE
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Have
             a
             heart
             for
             love
             ,
             and
             love
          
           
             
               I
            
             cannot
             choose
             but
             have
             ,
          
           
             A
             love
             that
             can
             give
             full
             content
             ,
          
           
             the
             least
             as
             I
             can
             crave
             .
          
           
             I
             want
             not
             ,
             
             suters
             ,
             and
             they
             all
          
           
             have
             agents
             still
             with
             me
             ,
          
           
             Who
             promise
             that
             which
             I
             do
             seek
             ,
          
           
             but
             sure
             I
             know
             they
             lie
             .
          
        
         
           
             Though
             honour
             height
             to
             lift
             me
             up
             ,
          
           
             and
             mammon
             me
             to
             serve
             :
          
           
             Yet
             their
             attendants
             skars
             me
             not
             ,
             
          
           
             nor
             makes
             my
             heart
             to
             swerve
             .
          
           
             Pale
             fear
             ,
             duske
             envie
             ,
             care
             and
             toyle
             ,
          
           
             with
             other
             ill
             hew'd
             wights
          
           
             Wait
             for
             my
             service
             if
             I
             weed
             ,
          
           
             their
             masters
             ,
             O
             what
             sights
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             onely
             thing
             like
             to
             prevaile
             ,
          
           
             was
             match
             unto
             my
             minde
             :
          
           
             When
             fancie
             buskde
             my
             party
             with
             ,
             
          
           
             perfections
             of
             each
             kind
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             
               I
            
             see
             that
             fancie
             is
             ,
          
           
             not
             reall
             as
             it
             seemes
             :
          
           
           
             No
             earthly
             love
             can
             give
             content
             ,
          
           
             all
             loves
             but
             Christs
             are
             dreams
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             why
             want
             I
             contenting
             love
             ,
          
           
             since
             Christs
             love
             may
             be
             had
             :
          
           
             In
             whom
             is
             all
             that
             
               I
            
             do
             seek
             ,
          
           
             or
             can
             be
             thought
             or
             said
             ?
          
           
             What
             other
             loves
             do
             seem
             to
             have
             ,
          
           
             is
             truely
             in
             him
             found
             ;
          
           
             The
             scattered
             beauties
             of
             them
             all
          
           
             in
             him
             are
             jointly
             bound
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             What
             they
             do
             lack
             and
             cannot
             have
             ▪
          
           
             because
             they
             finit
             be
             ,
          
           
             It
             s
             infinit
             ,
             in
             him
             it
             stands
          
           
             for
             ever
             still
             :
             O
             Hee
             ,
          
           
             He
             ,
             he
             is
             only
             worthy
             love
             ,
          
           
             and
             nothing
             else
             but
             he
             ,
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             that
             vanity
             so
             long
          
           
             hath
             so
             bewitched
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Why
             heard
             I
             flattering
             idols
             words
             ?
          
           
             why
             did
             I
             parly
             keep
             :
          
           
             Why
             suffer'd
             I
             affection
          
           
             to
             sing
             me
             so
             asleep
             ?
          
           
             How
             went
             I
             on
             so
             foolishly
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             keept
             so
             oft
             their
             tryst
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             false
             loves
             could
             be
             found
             true
             ,
          
           
             and
             had
             no
             minde
             of
             Christ
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             ,
             not
             when
             Christ
             was
             suiting
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             they
             found
             oft
             untrue
             :
          
           
             I
             stack
             still
             in
             their
             bonds
             and
             could
          
           
             my self
             no
             wayes
             rescue
             .
          
           
           
             Yet
             good
             and
             wise
             Lord
             Jesus
             Christ
             ,
             
          
           
             did
             still
             pursue
             my
             love
             :
          
           
             He
             knew
             though
             I
             refus'd
             ,
             my
             heart
          
           
             was
             his
             ;
             he
             could
             me
             move
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             it
             s
             done
             ,
             my
             love
             is
             thine
             ,
          
           
             Lord
             Jesus
             home
             receive
             
          
           
             This
             whorish
             heart
             ,
             and
             suffer
             not
          
           
             my
             soul
             hence
             to
             deceive
             .
          
           
             There
             shall
             my
             suiters
             all
             me
             serve
             ,
          
           
             but
             thou
             my
             love
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             They
             shal
             be
             mine
             ,
             not
             I
             theirs
             ,
             else
          
           
             they
             shall
             not
             follow
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             shal
             I
             have
             advantage
             twise
             ,
          
           
             and
             blest
             shal
             be
             my
             lot
             ,
          
           
             I
             le
             get
             my
             lovers
             goods
             ,
             and
             love
          
           
             above
             theirs
             ,
             well
             I
             wot
             .
          
           
             A
             love
             that
             will
             not
             me
             despise
             ,
             
          
           
             though
             I
             unworthy
             be
             ,
          
           
             Though
             vile
             and
             loathsome
             ,
             
             yet
             will
             he
          
           
             not
             loath
             but
             pitty
             mee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Though
             fickle
             I
             ,
             
             he
             will
             not
             change
             ,
          
           
             his
             constancy
             is
             known
             ;
          
           
             Of
             change
             no
             shadow
             is
             with
             him
             ,
             
             he
             loves
             for
             ay
             his
             own
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             for
             want
             of
             wit
             ,
             
             and
             strength
          
           
             offend
             and
             do
             confesse
             :
          
           
             He
             will
             not
             chide
             but
             pardon
             me
             ,
             
          
           
             my
             faults
             both
             more
             and
             lesse
             .
          
           
             He
             will
             not
             charge
             upon
             me
             lay
             ,
             
          
           
             more
             nor
             
               I
            
             may
             well
             bear
             ,
          
           
           
             But
             will
             my
             burthens
             as
             I
             need
             ,
          
           
             support
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             fear
             .
          
           
             No
             wrath
             at
             others
             wil
             cause
             him
          
           
             unpleasant
             be
             to
             me
             :
             
          
           
             No
             flanderer
             will
             get
             his
             ear
             ,
          
           
             to
             heare
             of
             me
             a
             lye
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             will
             not
             misconstruct
             my
             words
             ,
             
          
           
             he
             will
             not
             angry
             be
             :
          
           
             Nor
             fret
             without
             a
             cause
             ,
             
             nor
             frowne
             ,
          
           
             nor
             fitch
             a
             fault
             falsly
             .
          
           
             Nor
             mark
             my
             wayes
             so
             narrowly
             ,
             
          
           
             as
             nothing
             to
             passe
             by
             :
          
           
             His
             love
             will
             hide
             my
             sin
             in
             love
             ,
          
           
             faith
             safely
             may
             rely
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             will
             not
             waste
             his
             heritage
             ,
          
           
             nor
             will
             himself
             disgrace
             ,
          
           
             No
             foes
             can
             hurt
             him
             ,
             
             and
             their
             spyt
             ,
          
           
             he
             turnes
             upon
             their
             face
             .
          
           
             His
             love
             to
             other
             Saints
             shal
             not
             ,
             
          
           
             work
             prejudice
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             More
             then
             the
             Suns
             light
             unto
             all
             ,
          
           
             doth
             hinder
             me
             to
             see
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             causelesse
             jealousie
             will
             vex
          
           
             at
             any
             time
             his
             minde
             ,
          
           
             But
             if
             he
             see
             my
             heart
             go
             wrong
             ,
             
          
           
             I
             know
             he
             is
             so
             kinde
             ,
             
          
           
             As
             to
             admonish
             and
             rebuke
             ,
          
           
             and
             chasten
             if
             it
             need
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             me
             save
             from
             perishing
             ,
          
           
             too
             oft
             deserv'd
             indeed
             .
          
           
           
             If
             I
             be
             sad
             ,
             he
             will
             be
             loath
             ,
          
           
             yet
             more
             to
             vex
             my
             heart
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             other
             will
             do
             so
             ,
          
           
             'gainst
             them
             hee
             'l
             take
             my
             part
             :
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             grieve
             me
             he
             will
             grieve
             ,
          
           
             and
             curse
             them
             more
             and
             lesse
             ,
          
           
             That
             curseth
             me
             ,
             
             so
             will
             he
             those
             that
             blesse
             me
             surely
             blesse
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             If
             trouble
             set
             about
             me
             round
             ,
             
          
           
             he
             will
             not
             me
             forsake
             .
          
           
             Nor
             leave
             me
             comfortlesse
             alone
             ,
             
             but
             pity
             on
             me
             take
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             he
             hide
             his
             face
             a
             while
             ,
             
          
           
             as
             wisedome
             oft
             requires
             :
             
          
           
             He
             doth
             but
             excercise
             my
             faith
             ,
          
           
             and
             sharpen
             my
             desires
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             if
             he
             seeme
             to
             stay
             well
             long
             ,
          
           
             that
             I
             become
             so
             dead
             ,
          
           
             As
             
               I
            
             can
             neither
             say
             nor
             sing
             ,
          
           
             nor
             meditate
             ,
             nor
             read
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             do
             ought
             else
             that
             might
             asswadge
          
           
             hearts
             pangs
             in
             such
             a
             case
             ,
          
           
             But
             sit
             and
             droup
             and
             hang
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             long
             looking
             for
             his
             grace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Uttering
             but
             broken
             words
             or
             none
             ,
          
           
             perplext
             with
             thoughts
             confusde
             ,
          
           
             Suggestions
             whisper
             all
             the
             while
             ,
          
           
             as
             if
             I
             were
             refusde
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             still
             his
             gracious
             hand
             doth
             me
          
           
             support
             ,
             
             with
             secret
             strength
             :
          
           
           
             And
             makes
             me
             in
             these
             deeps
             not
             drown
             ,
             
          
           
             but
             brings
             me
             through
             at
             length
             .
          
        
         
           
             Mean
             time
             he
             keeps
             my
             scattered
             words
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             failing
             those
             my
             teares
             :
          
           
             In
             books
             and
             bottels
             ,
             and
             takes
             course
             ,
          
           
             to
             rid
             me
             out
             of
             fears
             .
          
           
             And
             failing
             both
             my
             words
             and
             tears
             ,
          
           
             he
             makes
             each
             wofull
             grone
             :
          
           
             And
             failing
             those
             ,
             my
             sighes
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             the
             parcels
             of
             my
             mone
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yea
             ;
             
             when
             I
             fit
             astonished
             ,
          
           
             my
             lifted
             hands
             and
             looks
             :
          
           
             Speaks
             all
             my
             minde
             to
             him
             ,
             as
             if
          
           
             it
             written
             were
             in
             books
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             doth
             search
             the
             heart
             and
             knowes
             ,
          
           
             what
             is
             the
             spirits
             mind
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             its
             fit
             ,
             gives
             answer
             to
          
           
             needs
             cry
             ,
             in
             every
             kinde
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             look
             how
             sharp
             these
             tryalls
             are
             ,
          
           
             their
             fruit
             is
             far
             more
             sweet
             :
          
           
             His
             countenance
             compenseth
             all
             ,
             
          
           
             with
             one
             blink
             when
             we
             meet
             .
             
          
           
             For
             he
             doth
             make
             my
             heart
             more
             glad
             ,
             
          
           
             then
             any
             tongue
             can
             tell
             :
             
          
           
             Though
             grief
             was
             great
             ,
             
             yet
             joy
             is
             now
             ,
          
           
             more
             sweet
             nor
             grief
             was
             fell
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             judge
             ye
             whosoever
             felt
             ,
          
           
             what
             weight
             in
             sin
             ,
             what
             griefe
             ,
          
           
             In
             minde
             opprest
             what
             angnish
             is
             ;
          
           
             when
             soul
             sees
             no
             relief
             ,
          
           
           
             What
             torment
             in
             perplexity
             ,
          
           
             what
             horrour
             in
             Gods
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             What
             hell
             in
             feard
             eternity
             ,
          
           
             at
             loosing
             of
             his
             breath
             ?
          
        
         
           
             And
             presuppon
             a
             soul
             were
             sure
          
           
             to
             dwell
             at
             last
             above
             ,
          
           
             In
             heaven
             with
             Christ
             ,
             yet
             know
             ye
             not
             ,
          
           
             what
             langour
             is
             in
             love
             ?
          
           
             What
             sicknesse
             in
             deferred-hopes
             ?
             
          
           
             what
             battell
             with
             our
             so
             :
          
           
             What
             trouble
             when
             God
             hides
             his
             face
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             seems
             us
             to
             forgo
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Now
             judge
             again
             ,
             
             when
             weights
             are
             lift
          
           
             grief
             ,
             anguish
             ,
             torments
             gone
             .
          
           
             For
             wrath
             ,
             death
             ,
             hell
             ,
             eternity
             ,
          
           
             of
             fear
             now
             there
             is
             none
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             their
             place
             the
             heart
             lift
             up
             ;
          
           
             life
             ,
             light
             ,
             and
             rest
             ,
             is
             come
          
           
             Felt
             love
             ,
             peace
             ,
             victorie
             ,
             hearts
             health
             ,
          
           
             and
             Christs
             Sprit
             ,
             all
             in
             summe
             .
          
        
         
           
             Judge
             when
             our
             much
             prokocked
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             himself
             shews
             reconcilde
             ,
          
           
             If
             with
             the
             joy
             that
             then
             is
             felt
             ,
          
           
             a
             heart
             may
             not
             be
             filde
             .
          
           
             Now
             what
             can
             others
             love
             do
             heere
             ,
             
          
           
             to
             soule
             in
             such
             a
             case
          
           
             But
             adde
             more
             grief
             ,
             and
             make
             the
             vaile
          
           
             more
             thick
             to
             hide
             Christs
             face
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             others
             loves
             all
             get
             you
             gone
             ,
          
           
             or
             else
             take
             servants
             place
             :
          
           
           
             Too
             hard
             conditions
             were
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             for
             you
             to
             quite
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             For
             one
             houres
             joy
             in
             him
             is
             more
             ,
             
          
           
             though
             mixt
             with
             drierie
             tears
             ,
          
           
             Then
             all
             earths
             honour
             ,
             pleasure
             ,
             wealth
          
           
             can
             yeeld
             in
             many
             yeares
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             let
             me
             rest
             and
             ruse
             my
             love
             ,
             
          
           
             who
             first
             me
             lov'd
             ,
             and
             chusde
             ,
          
           
             And
             long
             cald
             for
             my
             wortalesse
             love
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             would
             not
             be
             refusd
             .
          
           
             I
             le
             seek
             his
             love
             ,
             as
             he
             sought
             mine
             ,
          
           
             and
             learn
             of
             him
             to
             love
             ,
          
           
             Since
             he
             invites
             I
             cannot
             misse
             ,
          
           
             though
             whiles
             he
             shall
             me
             prove
             .
          
        
         
           
             My
             love
             's
             his
             Fathers
             eldest
             sonne
             ,
             
          
           
             his
             Father
             ,
             King
             of
             Kings
             :
          
           
             His
             heritage
             is
             Heaven
             and
             earth
          
           
             and
             in
             them
             both
             all
             things
             .
             
          
           
             His
             wisdome
             laid
             the
             worlds
             round
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             parted
             Sea
             and
             Land
             ,
             
          
           
             Earths
             body
             through
             ,
             
             as
             vines
             he
             drew
          
           
             the
             waters
             with
             his
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             made
             the
             Sun
             and
             Stars
             so
             swift
             ,
          
           
             yet
             not
             be
             seen
             to
             move
             ,
          
           
             Least
             men
             on
             earth
             had
             vexed
             been
          
           
             with
             motions
             from
             above
             .
          
           
             His
             strength
             upholds
             this
             weightie
             globe
          
           
             and
             yet
             which
             is
             far
             more
             ,
          
           
             He
             bare
             our
             sins
             and
             heavie
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             deserv'd
             of
             us
             therefore
             :
          
        
         
         
           
             For
             trueth
             Gods
             promises
             in
             him
             ,
             
          
           
             are
             all
             ,
             Yea
             ,
             and
             Amen
             :
          
           
             For
             love
             ,
             
             his
             death
             for
             us
             a
             proofe
             ,
          
           
             sufficient
             hath
             been
             .
          
           
             For
             justice
             he
             can
             do
             no
             wrong
             ,
          
           
             for
             mercy
             there
             is
             none
          
           
             Or
             shal
             in
             hell
             be
             ,
             who
             have
             sought
          
           
             for
             grace
             through
             him
             alone
             .
          
        
         
           
             Most
             loftie
             and
             most
             lowly
             minde
             ,
             
          
           
             most
             good
             and
             most
             severe
             ,
             
          
           
             Most
             lovely
             ,
             and
             most
             terrible
             .
          
           
             do
             all
             in
             him
             cohere
             .
          
           
             The
             meekest
             lamb
             to
             all
             his
             friends
             ,
             
          
           
             a
             Lyon
             to
             his
             foes
             ,
          
           
             He
             gives
             his
             peace
             to
             all
             that
             comes
             ,
          
           
             wrath
             followes
             all
             that
             goes
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             foe
             can
             stand
             before
             his
             face
             ,
             
             no
             fugitive
             can
             flee
             ,
          
           
             No
             lurking
             hole
             can
             hide
             from
             him
             ,
             
          
           
             his
             eyes
             do
             all
             things
             see
             .
          
           
             Almighty
             ,
             
             all
             where
             present
             ,
             though
             ,
          
           
             his
             body
             heaven
             containe
             ,
             
          
           
             Eternall
             God
             ,
             though
             he
             as
             man
             ,
          
           
             mans
             properties
             retaine
             .
          
           
             No
             robry
             for
             his
             maiestie
             
             his
             fathers
             match
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             The
             fathers
             god-head
             and
             the
             Spirits
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             his
             are
             one
             all
             three
             ,
          
           
             Therefore
             when
             I
             do
             love
             the
             Son
             ,
          
           
             I
             love
             the
             father
             too
             :
          
           
           
             And
             so
             the
             Spirit
             who
             dwell
             in
             him
             ,
          
           
             to
             all
             I
             worship
             do
             .
          
        
         
           
             Hee
             is
             the
             tree
             of
             Life
             to
             me
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             so
             to
             all
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             No
             fierie
             sword
             debars
             us
             now
             ,
             
          
           
             all
             wee
             for
             friends
             are
             known
             :
             
          
           
             In
             him
             my
             Sabbath
             is
             begun
             ,
          
           
             he
             teacheth
             me
             to
             cease
             
          
           
             From
             mine
             own
             works
             ,
             
             and
             leads
             me
             to
          
           
             his
             rest
             by
             steps
             ,
             of
             peace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Flood
             branchd
             in
             foure
             to
             water
             all
          
           
             new
             plants
             of
             paradice
             ,
             
          
           
             Redeemde
             ,
             and
             holy
             ,
             making
             them
             ,
          
           
             and
             righteous
             and
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Though
             we
             have
             slaine
             him
             ,
             yet
             his
             blood
          
           
             speaks
             better
             things
             for
             us
             ,
          
           
             Then
             
               Abels
            
             crying
             curse
             but
             his
          
           
             cryes
             ,
             
             Lord
             be
             gracious
             .
          
        
         
           
             Though
             wrath
             should
             overflow
             the
             land
             ,
             
          
           
             as
             with
             a
             new
             deludge
             ,
          
           
             Or
             fire
             consume
             the
             earth
             ,
             yet
             Christs
          
           
             safe
             Ark
             is
             for
             refuge
             ,
          
           
             For
             now
             no
             wrath
             unmixt
             with
             love
             ,
          
           
             shall
             of
             his
             own
             be
             felt
             ,
          
           
             Because
             God
             in
             his
             sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             the
             smell
             of
             rest
             hath
             smelt
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             as
             the
             bow
             in
             clowd
             is
             pawn
             
          
           
             of
             not
             returning
             flood
             :
             
          
           
             So
             is
             that
             offring
             constant
             pledge
          
           
             of
             our
             eternall
             good
             .
             
          
           
           
             True
             
               Isaack
            
             offered
             up
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             not
             minted
             at
             but
             slain
             :
          
           
             Most
             
               Isaack
            
             like
             in
             this
             escape
             ,
          
           
             though
             slain
             he
             rose
             again
          
        
         
           
             Sweet
             
               Ioseph
            
             by
             his
             brethren
             sold
             ,
          
           
             by
             our
             means
             made
             to
             serve
             :
          
           
             He
             hath
             provided
             well
             our
             food
             ,
          
           
             least
             we
             through
             want
             should
             sterve
             ,
          
           
             From
             Egypts
             bonds
             and
             slavery
             base
             ,
          
           
             it
             s
             he
             that
             sets
             us
             free
             :
          
           
             It
             s
             he
             that
             doth
             prepare
             our
             way
             ,
          
           
             through
             floods
             and
             raging
             sea
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Prophet
             raisde
             like
             
               Moses
            
             true
             ,
             
          
           
             but
             fruitfuller
             then
             he
             ,
          
           
             He
             law
             ,
             
             and
             curse
             ,
             and
             types
             of
             good
             ,
          
           
             Christ
             ,
             grace
             and
             truth
             gives
             me
             .
          
           
             My
             duty
             
               Moses
            
             shewes
             but
             strength
          
           
             none
             can
             he
             give
             to
             do
             ,
             
          
           
             But
             Christ
             ,
             by
             teaching
             gives
             me
             life
             ,
          
           
             and
             will
             ,
             and
             action
             to
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             priest
             that
             offred
             only
             once
             ;
          
           
             and
             pacify'd
             for
             ay
             :
          
           
             And
             needs
             not
             
               Aaron-like
            
             repeat
          
           
             his
             sacrifice
             each
             day
             .
          
           
             For
             
               Aarons
            
             offring
             oft
             did
             prove
          
           
             his
             offring
             unperfite
             ,
          
           
             But
             Christs
             because
             it
             perfect
             makes
             ,
             
          
           
             God
             still
             our
             sins
             to
             quite
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             him
             all
             leav's
             and
             types
             are
             fild
             .
             
          
           
             in
             him
             they
             have
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
           
             No
             further
             use
             of
             them
             since
             God
          
           
             did
             Christ
             their
             substance
             send
             ,
          
           
             No
             priest
             by
             office
             now
             on
             earth
             ,
          
           
             no
             proper
             sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             No
             alter
             of
             materials
          
           
             no
             fixt
             place
             of
             service
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             tent
             where
             God
             dwels
             bodily
             ,
          
           
             the
             temple
             where
             the
             tryst
             ,
          
           
             Is
             set
             for
             meeting
             of
             our
             God
             ,
          
           
             as
             reconcil'd
             is
             Christ
             .
          
           
             He
             arke
             with
             readie
             Angels
             eled
             .
             
          
           
             he
             mercy
             seat
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             Accesse
             ,
             and
             oracles
             of
             peace
             ,
          
           
             giving
             to
             us
             abroad
             .
          
        
         
           
             By
             him
             the
             withered
             rod
             bears
             fruit
             ,
             
          
           
             with
             him
             is
             manna
             hid
             ,
          
           
             The
             Law
             in
             him
             lyes
             closde
             from
             speach
             ,
          
           
             except
             through
             mercies
             lid
             .
          
           
             By
             him
             my
             prayers
             are
             perfum'd
          
           
             and
             smell
             as
             insence
             sweet
             :
          
           
             By
             him
             my
             cup
             is
             furnished
             ,
          
           
             and
             table
             fill'd
             with
             meat
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Priest
             ,
             the
             alter
             and
             the
             Lamb
             ,
          
           
             the
             laver
             washing
             all
             :
          
           
             And
             what
             else
             any
             rite
             did
             signe
             ,
          
           
             he
             fils
             up
             great
             and
             small
             .
             
          
           
             The
             judge
             which
             rids
             his
             people
             from
          
           
             all
             adversaries
             hand
             .
          
           
             Our
             kindly
             King
             by
             whom
             we
             may
          
           
             possesse
             that
             promis'd
             land
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             all
             his
             iubjects
             affable
             ,
          
           
             above
             all
             earthly
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             His
             basest
             servants
             have
             his
             ear
             ,
          
           
             at
             all
             times
             in
             all
             things
             .
          
           
             He
             is
             the
             Churches
             darest
             love
             ,
          
           
             and
             therefore
             must
             be
             mine
             ,
          
           
             Though
             
               I
            
             be
             base
             ,
             
             yet
             will
             his
             grace
          
           
             to
             be
             my
             love
             incline
             .
          
        
         
           
             Oft
             hath
             he
             prov'd
             his
             love
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             will
             not
             now
             decline
             ,
          
           
             Oft
             hath
             his
             love
             much
             sweeter
             been
          
           
             to
             me
             then
             finest
             wine
             
          
           
             Oft
             hath
             the
             preaching
             of
             his
             word
             ,
             
          
           
             in
             straits
             and
             fears
             of
             death
             ,
          
           
             As
             sweetest
             kisses
             been
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             convoyed
             with
             lively
             breath
             .
          
        
         
           
             Oft
             hath
             his
             Apples
             hunger
             stayde
             ,
             
          
           
             my
             thirst
             his
             flaggons
             quench'd
             ,
          
           
             Oft
             hath
             his
             shadow
             me
             refresht
             ,
             
          
           
             as
             herbs
             by
             dew
             bedrench'd
          
           
             Oft
             in
             his
             love
             withdrawing
             ,
             Hee
          
           
             from
             bed
             hath
             made
             me
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             seek
             him
             long
             before
             I
             fand
             ,
             
             to
             make
             me
             after
             wise
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             when
             we
             met
             ,
             his
             wrath
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             he
             cald
             me
             spouse
             betroath'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             washing
             me
             by
             pardon
             ,
             said
          
           
             my
             fair
             love
             though
             self
             loath'd
             :
             
          
           
             Now
             fairest
             love
             ,
             
             let
             my
             soul
             say
             ,
          
           
             who
             made
             me
             clean
             but
             thou
             ?
          
           
           
             Who
             made
             a
             childe
             of
             wrath
             like
             me
          
           
             stand
             reconciled
             now
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             What
             makes
             me
             lovely
             ,
             but
             thy
             love
          
           
             that
             set
             the
             price
             on
             me
             :
          
           
             Whose
             beauty
             makes
             me
             fair
             but
             thine
          
           
             what
             have
             I
             not
             from
             thee
             :
          
           
             My
             exaltation
             is
             come
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             a
             childe
             of
             God
          
           
             By
             thy
             descending
             to
             be
             man
             ,
          
           
             and
             some
             whiles
             heer
             abode
             :
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             clean
             conception
             and
             birth
             ,
             
          
           
             proves
             thee
             to
             be
             the
             tree
             :
          
           
             Where
             cut
             from
             
               Adams
            
             filthy
             stock
          
           
             ●impted
             clean
             must
             be
             .
          
           
             Thy
             manger
             makes
             my
             bed
             more
             soft
             ,
          
           
             thy
             stable
             gives
             me
             innes
             :
          
           
             Thy
             banishment
             home
             brings
             me
             where
             ,
             
          
           
             my
             countrey-people
             winnes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             wisedome
             in
             thy
             child-hood
             hides
          
           
             my
             foolish
             youthly
             toyes
             ,
             
          
           
             Thy self
             devoting
             unto
             griefes
          
           
             is
             ground
             of
             all
             my
             joyes
             .
             
          
           
             Thy
             emptying
             my
             fulnesse
             is
             ,
          
           
             thy
             meannesse
             me
             promots
             .
          
           
             Thy
             hyding
             of
             thy
             royall
             state
          
           
             a
             Kingdome
             me
             allots
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             servants
             shape
             and
             service
             done
             ,
             
          
           
             from
             service
             sets
             me
             free
             ▪
          
           
             And
             bondage
             of
             proud
             Sathans
             yoke
             ,
          
           
             and
             sins
             strong
             tyrranie
             .
          
           
           
             Thy
             lurking
             thirty
             years
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             for
             ever
             makes
             me
             shine
          
           
             With
             glory
             far
             above
             the
             reach
          
           
             of
             subtilest
             ingine
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             name
             inrold
             in
             sinners
             book
             ,
          
           
             by
             baptisme
             makes
             my
             name
          
           
             To
             be
             inrolde
             among
             the
             Saints
             ,
          
           
             even
             those
             of
             greatest
             fame
             .
          
           
             Thy
             offring
             suretiship
             for
             me
          
           
             to
             God
             at
             
               Iordans
            
             bank
             ,
          
           
             Hath
             fred
             me
             of
             my
             sins
             ,
             and
             hell
             ,
          
           
             well's
             me
             and
             God
             
               I
            
             thank
             ,
          
        
         
           
             I
             hear
             thee
             say
             to
             God
             ,
             
             Behold
          
           
             me
             and
             my
             children
             all
             :
          
           
             I
             hear
             the
             Father
             answer
             thee
             ,
          
           
             I
             love
             you
             great
             and
             small
             .
          
           
             I
             hear
             thee
             say
             :
             Take
             me
             for
             them
             ,
          
           
             let
             me
             their
             burthen
             bear
             :
             
          
           
             I
             hear
             the
             father
             cry
             ,
             Content
          
           
             come
             children
             ,
             come
             and
             hear
             .
          
        
         
           
             Come
             hear
             the
             Covenant
             between
          
           
             me
             and
             my
             dearest
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Come
             give
             your
             hearts
             consent
             thereto
             ,
          
           
             and
             then
             your
             bargan's
             done
             .
          
           
             I
             heare
             thee
             say
             ,
             Mans
             due
             is
             death
             ,
          
           
             I
             le
             do
             thy
             will
             ,
             O
             Lord
             .
          
           
             My
             soul
             and
             body
             both
             for
             theirs
             ,
             
          
           
             let
             suffer
             I
             accord
             .
          
           
           
             I
             hear
             thy
             Fathers
             voice
             from
             Heaven
          
           
             cry
             ,
             lovely
             Son
             art
             thou
          
           
             These
             all
             ,
             and
             this
             ,
             (
             and
             that
             was
             I
             )
          
           
             are
             thine
             ,
             I
             'me
             pleased
             now
             .
          
           
             I
             hear
             him
             say
             to
             all
             ,
             and
             me
             ,
          
           
             Go
             hear
             my
             Son
             and
             live
             :
          
           
             He
             drew
             .
             I
             came
             thou
             welcom'd
             me
             ;
          
           
             and
             life
             I
             feel
             dost
             give
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Now
             take
             me
             with
             thee
             where
             thou
             wilt
          
           
             for
             we
             must
             never
             shed
             .
             
          
           
             In
             faith
             my
             soul
             is
             glew'd
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             lead
             me
             as
             blind
             are
             led
             .
          
           
             Crosse
             Sathans
             teeth
             ,
             if
             our
             way
             ly
             ▪
          
           
             and
             crosse
             each
             other
             foe
          
           
             To
             Priests
             ,
             
             to
             beanch
             ,
             to
             Golgotha
             ,
          
           
             lead
             me
             and
             
               I
            
             will
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             lead
             ;
             and
             leave
             me
             not
             ,
             or
             else
          
           
             
               I
            
             cannot
             misse
             to
             fall
             :
          
           
             If
             thou
             do
             hold
             me
             in
             thy
             hand
             ,
          
           
             I
             fear
             no
             foe
             at
             all
             .
             
          
           
             Thy
             combats
             makes
             me
             not
             amazde
             ,
          
           
             for
             what
             could
             make
             me
             wo
             :
             
          
           
             Thy
             victory
             my
             conflict
             makes
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             with
             vanquishde
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             going
             to
             the
             wildernesse
          
           
             brings
             me
             to
             Saints
             city
             :
             
          
           
             Thy
             fighting
             all
             alone
             makes
             me
          
           
             fight
             in
             thy
             company
             :
          
           
             Thy
             being
             tempted
             fourtie
             dayes
             ,
             
          
           
             all
             my
             dayes
             makes
             me
             sure
             ,
          
           
           
             Thy
             presence
             ,
             
             help
             and
             comfort
             shall
          
           
             with
             tempted
             me
             endure
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             by
             some
             wrong
             mean
             I
             be
             tempt
             ,
             
          
           
             to
             fill
             my
             natures
             lust
             ,
          
           
             Or
             God
             to
             tempt
             ,
             
             neglecting
             means
             ,
          
           
             under
             pretence
             of
             trust
             .
          
           
             To
             help
             or
             hazard
             life
             ,
             some
             way
             ,
          
           
             which
             God
             will
             not
             allow
             :
          
           
             I
             see
             thee
             still
             before
             me
             ,
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             my
             helper
             heer
             be
             thou
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             s
             true
             my
             flesh
             doth
             grieve
             to
             think
             ,
          
           
             what
             may
             thy
             Saints
             befall
             ,
          
           
             What
             horrible
             suggestions
             ,
          
           
             and
             blasphemies
             withall
             .
          
           
             What
             shapes
             and
             apparitions
             ,
          
           
             by
             night
             some
             ,
             some
             by
             day
             :
          
           
             Yea
             power
             of
             this
             flesh
             ,
             yet
             thou
          
           
             So
             usde
             my
             fear
             do
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Most
             dangerous
             of
             all
             ,
             me thinks
             ,
          
           
             when
             Sathan
             God
             to
             scorn
             ,
             
          
           
             In
             false
             religion
             worship
             craves
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             hids
             both
             hoof
             and
             horn
             .
          
           
             And
             Angel-like
             in
             some
             mans
             mouth
             ,
          
           
             bids
             to
             some
             Image
             bow
             ,
          
           
             And
             worldly
             motives
             brings
             thy
             truth
          
           
             to
             cause
             me
             dis-avow
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             this
             case
             Lord
             give
             light
             ,
             
             that
             I
          
           
             may
             Sathan
             bid
             avoyd
             :
          
           
           
             For
             thousands
             here
             for
             fault
             of
             light
          
           
             guild
             have
             been
             and
             destroide
             .
          
           
             To
             free
             me
             from
             this
             ill
             ,
             
               I
            
             know
          
           
             new
             trouble
             shall
             me
             breed
             :
          
           
             And
             make
             the
             world
             me
             persecute
          
           
             with
             spight
             ,
             in
             word
             and
             deed
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             so
             I
             may
             thy
             truth
             containe
             ,
          
           
             and
             still
             adhere
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             I
             fear
             no
             persecution
             ,
          
           
             nor
             wickeds
             injury
             .
          
           
             More
             hatred
             can
             I
             not
             ,
             then
             thou
             ,
          
           
             no
             more
             despised
             be
             :
          
           
             More
             chargde
             with
             bitter
             calumniès
             ,
          
           
             nor
             ofter
             get
             the
             lie
             .
          
        
         
           
             More
             scornde
             and
             mocked
             in
             my
             face
             ▪
             
          
           
             more
             followed
             at
             the
             back
             :
          
           
             Finger
             and
             tongue
             shut
             forth
             withall
             ,
             
          
           
             murgeons
             that
             mockers
             make
             .
          
           
             Lesse
             welcome
             where
             I
             offer
             love
             ;
             
          
           
             lesse
             thanked
             for
             good
             deeds
             :
          
           
             Worse
             intertaind
             in
             my
             countrey
             ,
          
           
             worse
             furnisht
             in
             my
             needs
             :
          
        
         
           
             More
             friendly
             handled
             by
             my
             friends
             ,
          
           
             and
             those
             of
             mine
             own
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Then
             thou
             was
             ,
             
               I
               ,
            
             yea
             none
             can
             be
          
           
             who
             suffer
             shall
             for
             good
             .
          
           
             What
             can
             befall
             me
             which
             did
             not
          
           
             before
             befall
             to
             thee
             ?
          
           
             What
             more
             distrest
             for
             righteousnesse
             ,
          
           
             can
             I
             expect
             to
             be
             ?
          
        
         
         
           
             What
             ludging
             lesse
             then
             ly
             thereout
             ?
             
          
           
             what
             harder
             bed
             then
             rocks
             :
          
           
             What
             sharper
             rest
             then
             not
             to
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             or
             to
             preveene
             the
             cocks
             ,
          
           
             What
             scant
             or
             want
             ,
             
             more
             then
             to
             have
          
           
             no
             penny
             in
             my
             purse
             .
          
           
             Among
             such
             people
             as
             me
             hate
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             their
             heart
             me
             curse
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             greater
             hunger
             then
             to
             faste
             ,
          
           
             and
             when
             it
             s
             come
             to
             eat
             ,
          
           
             To
             send
             and
             buy
             some
             course
             peece
             bread
          
           
             and
             get
             no
             other
             meat
             .
             
          
           
             What
             greater
             drouth
             then
             want
             a
             drink
             ,
          
           
             in
             journey
             at
             mid-day
             ?
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             drink
             of
             water
             call
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             hear
             on
             say
             me
             nay
             ?
          
        
         
           
             What
             spoil
             of
             goods
             more
             then
             to
             strip
          
           
             me
             naked
             to
             the
             skin
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             sight
             divide
             my
             cloaths
             ,
          
           
             and
             then
             to
             scorn
             begin
             .
          
           
             What
             danger
             more
             then
             present
             death
             ,
             
          
           
             by
             stones
             lift
             up
             to
             cast
             .
          
           
             There
             steep
             down
             rocks
             ,
             
             heer
             man
             adjudgd
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             thrown
             down
             made
             fast
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             What
             banisht
             can
             I
             more
             be
             then
          
           
             for
             life
             chasde
             heer
             and
             there
             :
             
          
           
             Without
             a
             hole
             to
             hide
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             which
             even
             to
             beasts
             is
             rare
             ?
          
           
             What
             prison
             worse
             then
             fall
             in
             hands
          
           
             of
             persecuting
             Priests
             ,
             
          
           
           
             Thirsting
             like
             Wolves
             for
             blood
             of
             Saints
          
           
             to
             grace
             their
             godlesse
             feasts
             ?
          
        
         
           
             What
             judgement
             more
             unjust
             then
             find
          
           
             my
             party
             sit
             as
             judge
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             still
             the
             lesse
             fault
             he
             can
             finde
             ,
          
           
             the
             more
             at
             me
             to
             grudge
             ?
          
           
             And
             if
             I
             speak
             a
             modest
             truth
          
           
             to
             smite
             me
             on
             the
             face
             :
             
          
           
             And
             pull
             the
             haire
             off
             head
             and
             cheeks
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             all
             me
             to
             disgrace
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             torment
             more
             then
             pricks
             thurst
             in
          
           
             on
             's
             head
             fourscore
             at
             once
             ?
             
          
           
             Yea
             all
             the
             flesh
             with
             scourging
             rent
             ,
          
           
             and
             nothing
             safe
             but
             bones
             .
          
           
             And
             those
             so
             racked
             in
             all
             joynts
             ,
          
           
             as
             sinews
             none
             go
             free
             .
          
           
             But
             legs
             and
             armes
             asunder
             spelde
             ,
             
          
           
             hung
             up
             and
             naild
             on
             tree
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             what
             might
             seeme
             to
             be
             untouchde
             ,
          
           
             thy
             tender
             bowels
             all
             .
          
           
             So
             burnt
             as
             slockning
             welcome
             was
             ,
          
           
             by
             vinegar
             and
             gall
             .
          
           
             All
             this
             thou
             suffred
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             and
             more
          
           
             then
             any
             can
             expresse
             .
             
          
           
             Why
             should
             I
             then
             be
             feard
             for
             such
          
           
             like
             suffering
             more
             ,
             or
             lesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             came
             to
             witnesse
             for
             the
             truth
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             must
             all
             thine
             do
             :
          
           
             Thou
             came
             to
             suffer
             for
             the
             truth
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             must
             all
             thine
             too
             .
          
           
           
             None
             follow
             thee
             ,
             except
             they
             be
          
           
             content
             thy
             crosse
             to
             bear
             :
             
          
           
             None
             crownde
             shall
             be
             ,
             
             except
             they
             will
          
           
             for
             truth
             thy
             livery
             wear
             .
          
           
             The
             truth
             is
             limit
             to
             thy
             word
             ,
          
           
             thine
             and
             none
             others
             saw
             ;
          
           
             Thy
             scriptures
             meaning
             thou
             wilt
             have
          
           
             my
             rule
             and
             thy
             full
             law
             .
             
          
           
             O
             that
             I
             were
             inclinde
             to
             do
          
           
             what
             duties
             there
             are
             namde
             !
          
           
             Then
             when
             
               I
            
             suffer
             should
             for
             truth
          
           
             I
             coulde
             not
             be
             ashamde
             :
             
          
        
         
           
             And
             suffer
             must
             we
             ,
             
             else
             do
             wrong
             ,
          
           
             when
             men
             from
             age
             to
             age
             ,
          
           
             To
             chop
             and
             change
             thine
             ordinance
          
           
             run
             head-long
             in
             a
             rage
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             own
             traditions
          
           
             do
             make
             thy
             precepts
             voide
             ,
          
           
             Urging
             their
             own
             will
             more
             then
             thine
             ,
             
          
           
             so
             lyes
             thy
             Law
             destroide
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             thou
             Lord
             ,
             over
             all
             declares
          
           
             such
             worship
             to
             be
             vain
             :
             
          
           
             And
             ere
             we
             yeeld
             ,
             thy
             jealousie
          
           
             wills
             rather
             we
             be
             slain
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ere
             we
             do
             a
             needlesse
             work
          
           
             and
             weaken
             little
             ones
             ,
          
           
             We
             choose
             our
             urgers
             should
             us
             sink
          
           
             in
             deep
             seas
             with
             milstones
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             Then
             strengthen
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             my
             faith
             in
             thee
             ,
          
           
             that
             flesh
             I
             do
             not
             fear
             .
             
          
           
           
             But
             fear
             may
             only
             thine
             offence
             ,
          
           
             whose
             love
             be
             bought
             so
             dear
             ,
          
           
             And
             since
             thou
             hast
             me
             bought
             so
             dear
             ,
             
          
           
             why
             may
             I
             not
             be
             sure
             :
          
           
             That
             love
             which
             made
             thee
             pay
             my
             price
          
           
             shall
             stedfastly
             endure
             ?
          
        
         
           
             If
             I
             should
             lean
             to
             my
             free-will
          
           
             or
             strength
             ,
             I
             could
             not
             stand
             ,
          
           
             Oft
             had
             I
             perisht
             ,
             if
             my
             life
          
           
             had
             lyne
             in
             mine
             own
             hand
             .
          
           
             
               I
            
             wonder
             not
             that
             such
             as
             leane
          
           
             to
             their
             works
             ,
             will
             or
             strength
             ,
          
           
             Fit
             ,
             others
             for
             ,
             and
             make
             themself
          
           
             apostasie
             at
             length
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             such
             do
             not
             deny
             themselves
             ,
             
             and
             so
             not
             follow
             thee
             ,
          
           
             I
             chasde
             am
             to
             thee
             for
             refuge
             ,
             
             and
             so
             preservde
             must
             be
             .
          
           
             Chasde
             souls
             are
             sensible
             of
             sin
             ,
          
           
             and
             sensible
             of
             wrath
             .
          
           
             And
             flee
             from
             both
             to
             thee
             for
             life
             ,
          
           
             and
             in
             thee
             draw
             their
             breath
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             then
             can
             such
             not
             persevere
             ,
          
           
             and
             so
             be
             sav'd
             at
             length
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             thou
             dost
             empty
             of
             their
             own
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             fils
             with
             thy
             fresh
             strength
             .
          
           
             These
             are
             the
             souls
             that
             come
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             whom
             thou
             wilt
             not
             cast
             out
             :
          
           
             These
             souls
             are
             drawn
             and
             driven
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             whom
             thou
             must
             save
             no
             doubt
          
        
         
         
           
             These
             are
             thy
             sheep
             for
             whom
             thou
             prayes
          
           
             for
             whose
             life
             thou
             didst
             die
             
          
           
             Whom
             liars
             shall
             not
             long
             deceive
             ,
             
          
           
             whom
             non
             can
             pull
             from
             thee
             .
          
           
             These
             did
             thy
             Father
             give
             to
             thee
             ,
             
          
           
             with
             this
             expresse
             command
             ,
          
           
             Son
             ?
             see
             thou
             losse
             not
             one
             of
             those
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             crave
             them
             at
             thine
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Keep
             them
             and
             make
             them
             persevere
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             lead
             them
             all
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             Through
             life
             and
             death
             ,
             and
             raise
             them
             up
          
           
             to
             glory
             at
             that
             day
          
           
             Thou
             dost
             accept
             this
             charge
             and
             pawns
             ,
          
           
             thy
             honour
             charge
             to
             keep
             .
          
           
             Our
             faithfull
             Sheepherd
             well
             I
             know
             
          
           
             not
             slumber
             will
             nor
             sleep
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             These
             sin
             and
             Law
             chasde
             souls
             thou
             counts
          
           
             true
             
               Isaaks
            
             all
             to
             be
             :
             
          
           
             Children
             of
             promise
             styling
             them
             ,
             
             and
             heirs
             annex'd
             with
             thee
             .
             
          
           
             These
             are
             Gods
             Elect
             ,
             
             whom
             he
             hath
          
           
             predestinat
             of
             old
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             councell
             hath
             decreed
          
           
             to
             save
             as
             he
             hath
             told
             .
          
        
         
           
             Whom
             to
             assure
             of
             endlesse
             life
          
           
             by
             his
             unchang'd
             decree
             ,
             
          
           
             His
             truth
             and
             oath
             he
             laid
             in
             pawn
             ,
             
          
           
             in
             which
             he
             cannot
             ly
             ,
          
           
             And
             swore
             by
             his
             eternall
             self
             ,
          
           
             for
             greater
             there
             was
             none
             :
          
           
           
             That
             of
             this
             elect
             company
          
           
             there
             should
             not
             perish
             one
             :
          
        
         
           
             And
             though
             these
             souls
             like
             ship
             on
             sea
          
           
             may
             fearfully
             be
             tost
             .
             
          
           
             And
             whiles
             may
             seem
             close
             overwhelm'd
          
           
             yet
             none
             such
             shall
             be
             lost
             .
             
          
           
             Their
             anker
             lyes
             within
             the
             vaile
             ,
          
           
             no
             winde
             can
             make
             it
             drive
             :
          
           
             It
             lyes
             where
             thou
             art
             landed
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             and
             where
             we
             shall
             arrive
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             who
             so
             saith
             that
             thy
             elect
             
          
           
             for
             all
             this
             perish
             may
          
           
             And
             that
             thy
             Saints
             of
             purpose
             call'd
          
           
             from
             thee
             may
             fall
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             looses
             us
             from
             leaning
             on
          
           
             the
             strength
             of
             thy
             right
             hand
             :
          
           
             They
             draw
             from
             building
             on
             the
             rock
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             bids
             us
             build
             on
             sand
             ,
          
        
         
           
             They
             say
             
               Peter
            
             and
             
               Iudas
            
             are
          
           
             alike
             belov'd
             of
             thee
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             they
             both
             for
             gifts
             receiv'd
             ,
          
           
             alike
             beholden
             be
             :
          
           
             As
             
               Iudas
            
             for
             his
             perishing
             ,
             
          
           
             may
             wyte
             the
             love
             of
             pelf
             :
          
           
             So
             
               Peter
            
             his
             free-will
             for
             life
          
           
             may
             praise
             and
             thank
             himself
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             say
             thou
             knowest
             not
             who
             are
             thine
             ▪
          
           
             of
             none
             they
             make
             thee
             sure
             :
          
           
             They
             say
             the
             Lords
             foundation
          
           
             doth
             not
             ay
             firm
             indure
             :
             
          
           
           
             They
             say
             thou
             chooses
             some
             to
             day
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             casts
             them
             off
             the
             morn
             :
          
           
             They
             make
             thee
             like
             vain
             man
             to
             be
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             do
             thy
             counsell
             scorn
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             make
             thee
             pray
             for
             thine
             Elect
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             not
             get
             thy
             request
             :
             
          
           
             Yea
             though
             thou
             for
             them
             live
             for
             ay
             ,
          
           
             to
             interceed
             as
             Priest
             .
             
          
           
             Gods
             Elect
             whom
             to
             he
             gives
             right
             ,
          
           
             to
             be
             his
             sons
             and
             heirs
             ,
          
           
             They
             make
             them
             want
             sure
             right
             to
             have
             ,
             
          
           
             the
             heritage
             for
             theirs
             .
          
           
             That
             Saints
             till
             death
             seduc'd
             may
             be
             ,
          
           
             and
             sheep
             pull'd
             from
             thine
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             God
             thee
             chargd
             to
             keep
             and
             save
          
           
             to
             say
             ,
             
             they
             do
             not
             stand
             .
          
           
             Thy
             word
             ,
             thy
             oath
             ,
             thy
             covenant
          
           
             they
             make
             no
             certaintie
             :
          
           
             Faiths
             anker
             they
             make
             drive
             ,
             they
             speak
          
           
             in
             iubstance
             blasphemie
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             make
             the
             merchand
             nothing
             wise
             ,
          
           
             and
             very
             short
             of
             thought
             ▪
          
           
             Who
             pay'd
             the
             price
             ,
             
             and
             was
             not
             sure
          
           
             to
             have
             what
             thou
             had
             bought
             :
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             so
             unwise
             ,
             as
             for
             thy
             sheep
          
           
             thine
             own
             life
             not
             to
             spare
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             thou
             may
             losse
             ,
             though
             so
             dear
             bought
          
           
             such
             foolish
             blocks
             are
             rare
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             O
             wicked
             thoughts
             be
             far
             from
             me
             ,
             
          
           
             I
             know
             thy
             love
             doth
             last
             :
          
           
           
             And
             whom
             of
             purpose
             thou
             dost
             call
          
           
             Thy
             grace
             doth
             hold
             them
             fast
             .
             
          
           
             Whom
             thou
             dost
             love
             for
             them
             thou
             died
             ,
          
           
             for
             whom
             thou
             dy'd
             they
             live
             :
          
           
             Thy
             love
             ,
             thy
             ransoning
             ,
             and
             heaven
             ,
          
           
             all
             joyntly
             thou
             dost
             give
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             whosoever
             hates
             his
             sin
             ,
             
             and
             sets
             his
             love
             on
             thee
             ,
          
           
             May
             be
             assur'd
             thou
             lovd'st
             him
             first
             ,
          
           
             and
             for
             his
             life
             didst
             die
             ,
          
           
             Now
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             thou
             knowes
             I
             hate
             my
             sin
             ,
          
           
             and
             seeks
             to
             have
             it
             slain
             ▪
          
           
             Thou
             that
             knows
             all
             ,
             
             knows
             I
             thee
             love
             ,
          
           
             and
             feels
             it
             not
             in
             vain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             Lord
             my
             love
             thou
             wilt
             allow
             ,
             
          
           
             that
             I
             apply
             thy
             death
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             that
             means
             perswaded
             rest
             ,
             
          
           
             to
             be
             exeemd
             from
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             I
             wot
             the
             ransome
             is
          
           
             sufficient
             eneugh
          
           
             Me
             to
             redeeme
             from
             hell
             ,
             and
             imp
          
           
             me
             in
             thee
             as
             thy
             bough
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             me
             thou
             emptied
             thy self
             ,
             
             and
             stood
             in
             Fathers
             aw
             :
          
           
             For
             me
             thou
             emptied
             thy self
             ,
             
             and
             fulfilled
             the
             law
             .
          
           
             For
             me
             thou
             took
             on
             thee
             the
             curse
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             felt
             thy
             Fathers
             wrath
             :
          
           
             For
             me
             oft
             plunged
             was
             thy
             soul
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             heavy
             to
             the
             death
             ,
          
           
           
             For
             which
             I
             sinfully
             did
             laugh
             ,
          
           
             thou
             mournd
             and
             wept
             full
             sore
             :
          
           
             For
             pleasure
             taken
             in
             my
             sin
          
           
             through
             grief
             oft
             didst
             thou
             roar
             .
          
           
             For
             mine
             ill
             words
             thou
             silencd
             was
             ,
          
           
             and
             knew
             not
             what
             to
             say
             :
          
           
             For
             mine
             ill
             deeds
             thou
             Lord
             was
             bound
             ,
             
          
           
             condemned
             and
             led
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thy
             ditty
             were
             each
             one
             my
             wrongs
          
           
             against
             both
             God
             and
             man
             :
          
           
             Thy
             sentence
             was
             my
             due
             desert
          
           
             for
             sins
             whereto
             I
             ran
             .
             
          
           
             These
             lashes
             laid
             upon
             thy
             skin
             ,
          
           
             those
             stripes
             and
             all
             thy
             wounds
          
           
             Were
             for
             my
             souls
             wounds
             made
             with
             sin
             ▪
             
          
           
             O
             love
             which
             thus
             abounds
             !
          
        
         
           
             O
             thus
             my
             love
             to
             see
             thee
             sad
             ,
          
           
             O
             thus
             to
             see
             thee
             weep
             :
          
           
             O
             thus
             to
             hear
             thee
             grone
             and
             pant
             ,
             
          
           
             and
             cry
             with
             sighs
             cut
             deep
             .
          
           
             O
             agony
             !
             O
             fearfull
             sweat
             !
          
           
             O
             tears
             !
             O
             bloody
             drops
             !
          
           
             How
             mingled
             down
             from
             cheeks
             to
             feet
          
           
             each
             chasing
             other
             hops
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             To
             see
             my
             love
             for
             love
             of
             me
          
           
             on
             bloodie
             shoulders
             bear
             
          
           
             That
             crosse
             ,
             that
             curse
             ,
             that
             growing
             wrath
          
           
             and
             trembling
             thus
             for
             fear
             .
          
           
             To
             see
             almighty
             God
             so
             weak
             ,
          
           
             lifes
             fountain
             thus
             to
             die
             :
          
           
           
             With
             shame
             &
             pain
             ov'rchargd
             ,
             
             till
             heaven
          
           
             wondred
             and
             all
             for
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Woes
             me
             for
             all
             my
             sins
             !
             woes
             me
             ,
          
           
             for
             roots
             of
             sin
             so
             strong
             :
          
           
             Which
             have
             so
             long
             time
             grown
             in
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             like
             to
             stick
             so
             long
             :
          
           
             Oh
             help
             my
             Love
             ▪
             
             to
             have
             them
             slain
             :
          
           
             Oh
             here
             revenge
             thy
             death
             !
          
           
             Oh
             on
             this
             ill
             avenge
             me
             too
             ,
          
           
             which
             wrong'd
             us
             both
             so
             hath
             :
          
        
         
           
             Well's
             me
             ,
             I
             wot
             thou
             wilt
             anone
          
           
             grant
             this
             ,
             
             and
             each
             request
             :
          
           
             Anone
             our
             joy
             perfite
             shall
             be
             ,
             
          
           
             anone
             our
             marriage
             feast
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             thou
             died
             for
             me
             ,
             for
             me
          
           
             so
             also
             didst
             thou
             rise
             :
          
           
             And
             reignes
             as
             God
             ,
             and
             shal
             me
             fetch
             ,
          
           
             so
             makes
             thy
             Word
             me
             wise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Fond
             lovers
             !
             
             Tell
             me
             now
             if
             you
          
           
             have
             any
             love
             like
             this
             ?
          
           
             Come
             take
             a
             share
             with
             me
             ,
             
             my
             Love
          
           
             wholly
             spirituall
             is
             .
          
           
             Come
             change
             your
             loves
             ▪
             
             and
             love
             with
             me
          
           
             or
             else
             you
             perish
             shall
             :
          
           
             Go
             charge
             your
             loves
             to
             do
             the
             same
             ,
             
          
           
             or
             perish
             shall
             you
             all
             :
          
           
             Gods
             curse
             on
             him
             that
             loveth
             not
          
           
             my
             Love
             Lord
             Jesus
             Christ
             :
             
          
           
             Or
             loves
             not
             them
             that
             do
             love
             him
             ,
          
           
             this
             curse
             with
             death
             keeps
             tryst
             ▪
          
           
           
             〈◊〉
             this
             is
             my
             Love
             ,
             
             yet
             if
          
           
             〈◊〉
             could
             like
             your
             love
             die
             ,
          
           
             All
             these
             excellencies
             of
             his
          
           
             should
             work
             my
             miserie
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             Or
             yet
             if
             I
             by
             death
             could
             be
          
           
             depriv'd
             of
             this
             my
             Love
             :
             
          
           
             All
             that
             is
             said
             or
             can
             be
             more
          
           
             were
             nought
             to
             my
             behove
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             my
             Love
             shall
             never
             die
             ,
          
           
             his
             dayes
             shall
             never
             end
             ;
          
           
             His
             life
             shall
             eternize
             his
             Love
             ,
             
          
           
             his
             life
             to
             love
             doth
             tend
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             And
             I
             by
             death
             shal
             have
             no
             losse
             ,
          
           
             my
             love
             shall
             then
             be
             more
             ,
          
           
             Both
             mine
             to
             him
             ,
             
             and
             his
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Blessed
             be
             God
             therefore
             .
          
           
             Yea
             ,
             and
             because
             I
             cannot
             live
             ,
          
           
             and
             broke
             his
             love
             beneath
             ,
          
           
             My
             chariot
             to
             eternall
             life
          
           
             death
             he
             appointed
             hath
             .
          
        
         
           
             Therefore
             till
             death
             his
             love
             shall
             be
          
           
             the
             best
             part
             of
             my
             life
             :
             
          
           
             In
             him
             I
             'le
             strive
             gainst
             baser
             loves
             ,
          
           
             and
             death
             will
             end
             the
             strive
             .
          
           
             Only
             ,
             my
             Lord
             ,
             still
             pittie
             me
             ,
          
           
             and
             tarrie
             not
             too
             long
             :
          
           
             My
             sprite
             and
             flesh
             cry
             ,
             
             Come
             Lord
             ,
             come
          
           
             death
             shal
             renew
             my
             song
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A35958e-170
           
             Psal.
             4.
             6
             ,
             7
             ▪
             1
             John
             2.
             15
             ,
             16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             1
             Tim.
             6.
             ●
          
           
             Eccles.
             1.
             2.
             
          
           
             Can.
             5.
             10.
             
          
           
             Psa.
             77.
             22.
             
          
           
             Psa.
             73.
             
             ●
             .
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             
             ●
          
           
             Cant.
             8.
             1
             
          
           
             Ezek.
             16
             5
             ,
             6.
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ●
             .
             6
             
          
           
             Iam.
             1.
             17
             
          
           
             Iohn
             13.
             4
             
          
           
             Psal.
             10
             ;
             8
             ,
             9.
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             10
             19.
             
          
           
             Hab.
             3.
             
             ●
             .
          
           
             Isa.
             27.
             4
             
          
           
             Psal.
             103.
             3
             
          
           
             ●
             Pet.
             4.
             8
             
          
           
             Psa.
             89.
             22
             
          
           
             John
             13.
             1
             
          
           
             Isai.
             30.
             21
             
          
           
             Rev.
             2.
             19.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             12.
             3
             
          
           
             Num.
             24.
             9.
             
          
           
             Job
             5.
             29
             
          
           
             Psa.
             61.
             15
             
          
           
             Pet.
             1.
             9
             7.
             
          
           
             James
             1.
             2
             3
             ,
             12
             
          
           
             Joh.
             5.
             14
             
          
           
             Isa.
             13.
             2
             
          
           
             Psa.
             56.
             8
             
          
           
             Psal.
             120.
             2
             
          
           
             Rom
             8.
             27
             
          
           
             Psal.
             20.
             5
             
          
           
             Psal
             4.
             7
             
          
           
             Psal.
             34.
             all
             
          
           
             Psal.
             76
             to
             10
             verse
             
          
           
             Prov.
             13
             12
             
          
           
             Psa.
             22.
             14
             
          
           
             Psal.
             116.
             3
             
             ▪
             14.
             &
             7
             ,
             8
             
          
           
             Joh.
             15.
             13
             
          
           
             Psa.
             84.
             10
             
          
           
             Psalm
             116
             7.
             
          
           
             Gal.
             2
             20
             
          
           
             Iohn
             2
             18.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             2
             47
             
          
           
             Psalm
             2.
             8.
             
          
           
             Heb.
             1.
             2
             
          
           
             Prov.
             8.
             22
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             2
             Cor
             1.
             20.
             
          
           
             Rom.
             5.
             8
             
          
           
             Deut.
             32
             4
             
          
           
             Isa.
             57.
             15
             
          
           
             Mat.
             〈◊〉
             .
             29.
             
          
           
             Mal.
             3.
             2
             
          
           
             Psalm
             139
             7
             ,
             8
             ,
             9
             ,
             10
             11
             ,
             12
             
          
           
             Rev.
             4.
             7
             
          
           
             Mat.
             28.
             20
             
          
           
             Phil.
             2.
             6
             
          
           
             1
             Ioh.
             5.
             7
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3
             22
             
          
           
             ●●●d
             .
             24
             
          
           
             Iohn
             5.
             14
             
             ▪
             15
             
          
           
             Gen.
             2
             2.
             3
             
          
           
             Heb.
             4.
             10.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             2.
             10
             
          
           
             Gen.
             4
             ▪
             10
             
          
           
             Gen.
             6.
             14
             
          
           
             Gen.
             8.
             21
             
          
           
             Gen.
             9.
             31
             
          
           
             Isai.
             54.
             9
             
          
           
             Heb.
             3.
             2
             ,
             3
             
          
           
             Iohn
             11
             17
             
          
           
             2
             Cor.
             3.
             6
             ,
             &c.
             Heb.
             7.
             26
             &c.
             
          
           
             Heb.
             10.
             14
             
          
           
             Heb.
             7.
             1●
             
          
           
             Heb.
             9.
             2
             &c
             ▪
             
          
           
             Num.
             17.
             8
             
          
           
             Col.
             1.
             17
             
          
           
             Isai.
             57.
             1
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             2
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             2
             
          
           
             Cant.
             2.
             5
             
          
           
             Cant.
             2.
             3
             
          
           
             Cant.
             5.
             ●
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             5
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             16
             
          
           
             Hos.
             2.
             3
             
          
           
             Luke
             1.
             35
             
          
           
             Luke
             2.
             16
             
          
           
             Mat.
             2.
             13
             
          
           
             Luk.
             2.
             47
             
          
           
             Phil.
             2.
             7
             
          
           
             Isai.
             8.
             18
             
          
           
             Isai.
             55.
             3
             
          
           
             Psal.
             4.
             8
             
          
           
             Psal.
             61.
             2
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             33
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8
             31
             
          
           
             Mat.
             8.
             31
             
          
           
             Matth.
             4.
             1
             
          
           
             Matth
             4.
             1
             
          
           
             Heb.
             2.
             18
             
          
           
             Mat.
             4.
             3
             
          
           
             Mat.
             46
             
          
           
             Mat.
             4.
             8
             
          
           
             Mat.
             4.
             6
             
          
           
             Mat.
             4.
             10
             
          
           
             Luk.
             23.
             11
             
          
           
             Psal.
             22.
             7
             
          
           
             John
             1.
             11
             
          
           
             Mat.
             8.
             20
             
          
           
             Mat.
             7.
             27
             
          
           
             John
             4.
             5
             
          
           
             John
             4
             ▪
             5
             
          
           
             Mat.
             2.
             37
             
          
           
             Iohn
             8.
             ●●
          
           
             Luke
             4.
             20
             
          
           
             Mat.
             8.
             2●
             
          
           
             Mat.
             26
             5●
             
          
           
             Mat.
             26.
             65
             
          
           
             Joh.
             18.
             22
             
          
           
             Isa.
             50.
             6
             
          
           
             Mat
             27.
             29
             
          
           
             Mat
             ●7
             .
             25
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             4
             
          
           
             Mat.
             16.
             24
             
          
           
             1
             Tim.
             2.
             12
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             5.
             39
             
          
           
             1
             Pet.
             4.
             16
             
          
           
             Mat.
             15.
             19
             
          
           
             Psalm
             119
             116
             
          
           
             Mat.
             15.
             9
             
          
           
             Mat.
             18.
             6
             
          
           
             Psal.
             56.
             
             ●
          
           
             Iohn
             13.
             1
             
          
           
             Mat.
             16.
             24
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             18
             
          
           
             Iohn
             6.
             37
             
          
           
             Iohn
             17.
             9
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             10.
             28
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             6.
             39
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             6.
             39
             
          
           
             Psal.
             111
             4.
             
          
           
             Heb.
             9
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             9
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             17
             
          
           
             Tit.
             1
             ,
             1
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             9
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             18
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             13
             
          
           
             Isa.
             54.
             1●
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             19
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             28
             
          
           
             Mat.
             7.
             24
             
          
           
             Mat.
             26.
             15
             
          
           
             2
             Tim.
             2.
             10
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             1
             ,
             17
             18
             
          
           
             Iohn
             17
             9
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8
             34
             
          
           
             Heb.
             7
             25
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             16
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             10.
             28
             
          
           
             Heb.
             6.
             18
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             10.
             11
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             13.
             ●
          
           
             Rom
             ,
             8.
             28
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             5.
             8
             
          
           
             1
             Ioh.
             4.
             19
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             21.
             17
             
          
           
             Gal.
             2.
             20
             
          
           
             Psal.
             116.
             17
             
          
           
             Rom.
             4.
             5
             
          
           
             Phil.
             2.
             7
             
          
           
             Gal.
             3.
             14
             
          
           
             Mat.
             26.
             38
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27
             
          
           
             Isai.
             53.
             9
             
          
           
             Iohn
             〈◊〉
             .
             27
             
          
           
             Mat.
             2●
             3
             ,
             8
             
          
           
             Luk
             2●
             .
             24
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27
             
          
           
             Mat.
             26.
             45
             
          
           
             Rom.
             7.
             4
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             16.
             23
             
          
           
             Rom.
             5.
             25
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             4.
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             5.
             10
             
          
           
             ●ant
             .
             5
             16
             
          
           
             Cor.
             16
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             24
             
          
           
             Acts
             2.
             ●4
             
          
           
             Rev.
             1.
             18
             
          
           
             ●
             Cor.
             5.
             1
             
          
           
             Rev.
             1.
             1●
             
          
           
             Heb.
             1.
             1●
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             13.
             1●
             
          
           
             2
             Kin.
             ●
             .
             1●
             
          
           
             Rev.
             22.
             2●
             
          
        
      
      
  

