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Divine Hymns , And other Extempory POEMS .

By R. C.

LONDON : Printed for the Author , 1695.

Divine Hymns And other EXTEMPORE POEMS .
I HYMN . THe Song of Songs , Great Solomon , To sing thou didst inspire ; Great King of kings , let me partake Of like Coelestial Fire . Oh kiss me with thy kisses sweet , More sweet than Flowry Morn ; For which , all other Pleasures I Will cast away in Scorn . Each fragrant Rose its prickles hath , Encompass'd is with Brire ; But no such hurtful mixture is In the Blessings I desire . Thy Love more strength and vigor gives Than doth the generous Wine ; Though in the Grape 's a Treasures hid , I cannot now define . The Chasest Virgins purest Love , Great King they give to thee , Because the savour of thy Balm Pours forth most fragrantly . Not all the Spice of India , Nor yet Mount Gileads Balm , Sends forth a Breath , an Air so sweet , So soft , and pure , and so calm . Attract my Soul by thy great power ; Draw me with Cords of Love ; In ardent Flames I will ascend : My Magnet is above . Like Tents of Kedar , pure and white , And most exactly plac'd ; So are all things as made by thee , And with thy Presence grac'd Like Curtains of great Solomon Most Glorious to behold , So hath my Love adorned me And deckt with finest Gold . I 'm black alas , I am very black , And of a darksom hue , Because the Sun with his bright Beams , Hath pierc'd me through and through . Yet in this black and darksom Vail , Such Comliness doth shine That makes me know it is my Love , It is his Light Divine . Ye Daughters of Jerusalem Oh do not look on me , Look on my Love , for in his Face You 'll all my Beauty see . Like Horses that Kings Chariots draw . So is my Love to me ; What is so strong as are such Steeds ? And none so stately be . Where dost thou make thy Flocks to feed , In Pasture fresh and clean , More sweet that all the Verdant Fields Or Flowry Meads I 've seen . Oh tell me where thou mak'st thy Flocks To rest themselves at Noon , Could I but find some close recess , I would run to it soon . Thou fairest Woman of thy Sex , More fair than Egypts Queen ; Or all the Beauties on the Earth Have been or shall be seen . If thou wouldst Rest and Safety find , And know where best to feed ; Follow the foot-steps of the Flock , Run after them with speed . Go nearer to the Shepherds Tents , There is no need to fear The Fox , the Wolf , nor other Beast . That us'd the Sheep to tear . There thou may'st feed thy Kids and Lambs , And Sheep that are with young ; In Vails amongst the Myrtles sweet , And lofty Ceders strong . Thy Cheeks like rowes of precious Gems , By Hands of Artists set ; Casts forth a Lustre far more bright , When they with Tears are wet . We 'll make thee Borders , Chains of Gold , With Studs of Silver bright ; Thou may'st attend upon the King , Find favour in his sight . When the Great King at Table sits , My Spiknard gives a scent Not from the impure mixed four , But one pure Element . The Vineyards of Engedy , when They 'r fill'd with Champhire white , Sends forth a fragrant wholsome smell For Profit and Delight . So my Beloved's all to me , That I can wish or need ; He 's Physick to me when I 'm sick , He 's Food when I would feed . Like meek and peaceful lonely Doves With languor in their Eyes , Mourn for their absent loved Mates , Meet them with sweet surprise . So is my Spouse when she doth turn Her love-sick Eyes to me ; They 'r fair , but chast as are the Doves In their Minority . The strong and lofty Cedar tops Their strength and sweetness give To Beams for Royal Palaces , Where the King and Queen do live . The upright Firr-tree Rafters make For this blest Mansion Seat ; But to describe it , is a work By far for me too great .
II HYMN . AH blessed Jesus , let me see thy Face , Let me draw near unto thy holy place . With Wings of Eagles let me mount on high , There to behold thy bright Divinity . Tho' I am here encompassed with Clay , Let me behold the dawning of thy day ; Shine forth O Lord from th' centre of my heart , Let Light Divine fill me in every part . Oh fill my Soul with thy Caelestial fire , With thy pure Spirit do thou me inspire ; That I may sing and bless thy Holy Name , And may return to thee thy own pure flame . I will retrun to thee my love , my All , Be always ready to obey thy Call . Write in my Heart the Royal Law of Love , That whilst below I may be like those above . Whose blest employment is to love and sing Hallelujahs to our Heavenly King . Now I will joyn with this most blessed Choir , With them I 'll praise , with them I will admire . Oh blessed Father , let me always dwell With holy Angels , and with Emanuel ; In his blest Land , O there is always peace , He gives light for darkness , causes wars to cease Oh holy , holy , is the Lord , for he , Gives life from death , he sets the Prisoner free . Unbind my fettered Soul , that it may be Above the Earth and Materiallity . Oh blessed God , let me hear thy still Voice , Let me with Mary make the better choice , That I may sit and hear thy Sacred Word , Which is to me a sharp two-edg'd Sword . Dividing 'twixt the Marrow and the Bone , Thou art my Rock and my chief corner stone . I 'll build on thee , on a foundation sure . That will always from age to age endure .
III HYMN . SUch works I 'd build as may abide the fire , When into secret thoughts thou dost enquire ; Purge me from dross , Lord take away my sin , Let me be made all glorious within Great Lord of lords , and King of kings , Thou mak'st my dry and thirsty Earth to sing , And in the Desert causes a new spring . Awake my Soul , and sing Jehovah's Praise , Who giveth life and from the dead doth raise ; Mercy and Goodness are in all his ways . He doth behold us when we are most low , And makes Spirit in our Souls to flow ; The day of his Power he doth make us know . He sees our dry bones , and says to them live , And we arise by the power that he does give , And by the Virtue we from him receive . Now Holy Father bless thy Sacred Cause , Make great Men bow unto thy Holy Laws ; And feel the Virtue that our Soul now draws .
IV HYMN . I Will retire O Lord to thee , Let me behold thy Majesty : Let me see that thou art nigh To those who to themselves do die . Lord I am nothing of my self , Nor am I rich with worldly pelf ; But I have a Treasure in thee in store , Which I discover more and more . In thee I've Wisdom , Life and Light , Thou discoverest wonders to my glimring sight Draw back the Curtain , unvail thy Face , That I may know thou art in this place . Great God I know thou art every where , Not afar off , but thou art near ; But we poor Mortals by sin are blind , That our true rest we cannot find . Till by thy Spirit thou lead'st the way , Not suffering us to go astray ; Thou lead'st us to the Flocks of Sheep , Which our Great Shepherd doth safely keep ▪ Thou lead'st us to the pleasant Spring , Where Angels always sit and sing ; And where we hear the pleasant Voice Of such as do greatly rejoyce . And none have greater than we To joyn in this most blessed Harmony ; For thou hast redeemed us from the Earth , And made us live in the new birth . Great God , I will fall down before Thy Mercy-Seat , and thee adore ; Blest Saints and Angels they do so , Who most thy Power and Beauty know .
V HYMN . Sweet Jesus , come away come , my dear Lord , Make now no longer stay , thou living word : Set up thy Throne in me , Let all the Nations flee That will not bow to thee And thee Adore . Praise shall be sung in me to thy Great Name , That I do feel the power of thy pure flame ; Let it me purifie , And bring my Soul more nigh To the bless'd Deity , Who I adore . Now to the Unity my Soul shall come , And to the Trinity which is but one ; To his Heart I will fly , And there at rest will lie , To all Eternity Will him adore . I will be silent , let thy Spirit speak , Or else my heart , my very heart will break ; For thou dost so my Soul with new Wine fill , That I am feasted upon Sion Hill . O how can I thy wondrous works declare , For I am fed with more than Angels fair .
VI HYMN . ETernal Fountain of Divine sweetness , We do feel thy Virtue flow ; Thou show'st us the ground of hidden treasures , And thy wonders dost make us know . We feel thy life in us arise , To wait on thee 't is not in vain ; We will sell all to buy the Field , This precious Pearl that we may gain . And having gotten this Heavenly treasure , All other things for it despise ; Thou givest it to thy little Children , Hidest it from the worldly wise .
VII HYMN . I Sing the praise of the Eternal One , I know besides him there is none , No sort of Being that can say , It hath its life another way . But from this deep Abysal ground , The life of all things may be found ; To flow out from their Eternal Sourse , As Springs do from their water-course . Springs may wander , Sheep may stray , The Sun be clouded at Noon-day ; The Shepherd seeks the straying Sheep , 'T is not the Clouds the Sun can keep . From shining forth so gloriously bright , As to dispel their darksom night . Great waters from the Sea do flow , And back unto it swiftly go . So our Great Alpha , and Omega too , Tho' we like Birds from their Nest flew ; Wander about to find out rest , We must return ere we are blest . And now I am inspir'd by thee , Blest Spirit , I 'll praise the One , Two , Three ; For in the Eternal One doth lie The all-mysterious Trinity .
VIII HYMN . MY Soul shall sing Jehovah's Praise , Let that great Name my spirit raise ; That I may with the Angels joyn , To sing a Hymn that is Divine . That I may reach the Seraphick Choir , Being quickened by the same pure fire . Which makes them sing , and make them love In their Harmonious Orbs above . Let such high Praise in Heaven abound , May make Earth eccho to the sound ; That all the Creatures here below , The mighty power of Love may know . Good will to Man so doth appear , That makes him know his God is near ; To save poor Mankinds fallen Race , And bring him to his Native place .
IX HYMN . YE Heaven-born Souls and Spirits free , How sweet is the law of liberty , When Christ our Head doth set us free ! Free from the Law of death and sin , And does bring Life and Righteousness in ; The day of God does in us begin . A day so clear and glorious bright , That it does dazle our weak sight , And does dispel all shades of night . Now Lord , shed forth more glorious Rays , Let it be the light of seven days ; And then we will fall down and Praise . All Creatures now with us rejoyce , In God who is our only choice ; For we have heard his powerful Voice . Call us from all things here below , The day of his power to make us know , And cause his Spirit in us to flow .
X HYMN . SPring up , O Well , now spring in me , Let me refreshed by thy waters be ; I feel thy holy quickening breath , That brings me from the Gates of Death . Thy wind blows freely , thy water 's sweet , The power of thy flames are great ; Thy breath , thy fire , thy water-spring , Is the life and birth of every thing . Outward and inward both do grow , By thy pure waters overflow ; If thou withdrawest thy quick'ning breath , There 's naught remains in me but death . Do thou with fire me now baptise , That I may be a whole burnt Sacrifice ; And into Ashes I would turn If thou my God wouldst be my Urn.
XI HYMN . YE Angels pure , and Spirits fine , Who in great lustre now do shine , Let us all sing a Song Divine . To our great God , and our great King , Who is the life of every thing , And makes our life and light to spring . Now let us all bow down and fall Before the Throne Imperial ; Before the Father of us all .
XII . HYMN . THe Lamb his Conquest will maintain , His Kingdom does begin to arise ; O let us follow this Conqueror , 'Till we do gain the glorious Prize . High Praises shall be sung by me , That the Lamb hath got the Victory ; The Lamb is set upon his Throne , And the day of Pentecost is known . High Praises now our Souls shall sing , To Great Jehovah's Glorious Name ; In Heavenly eccohs the Angels sing , At the very mention of the same .
XIII HYMN . IN silent waiting I do find , A Treasure opens in my mind , Turn in my Soul , turn in and see , The fulness of this treasury . 'T was placed here by thee , O Lord , 'T is opened by thy living Word , 'T is he himself does keep the Key Of all this Sacred Mystery . 'T is he does in the Centre dwell , The Holy light Emanuel ; He is my Sun of Righteousness , Who my whole Person does possess . He is my Gold tried in the Fire ; He is my Cloathing , my Attire . He is my Food , on him I feed , And find him to be Meat indeed . My God I hear thy powerful Call , That doth redeem me from the Fall : In Passive stillness I do stand , Till I am moved by thy strong Hand . In holy silence I will wait , Till I do know a more perfect state .
HYMN IV. HOw beautiful it is and sweet , When Jesus in our Walks we meet ; He doth our Souls with love embrace , And leads us into his secret Place , Where he will shew to us his love , And gives us the nature of the Dove ; The Dove-like Life , the Dove-like Fire , Which our whole persons does inspire , That we may speak , that we may act by the Virtue of this strong compact . When the Spirit all our works does do , Then mighty Wonders will ensue . Lord , let us be like coals of fire , Whose pure Loveflame mounts higher , higher , Till we do reach the Seraphick Quire . 'T is in great order they do move In the brights Orbs of light above ; In the Ocean of Divine love . They will teach our Souls to sing , Hallelujahs to our Great King , To whom we now our Offerings bring ; The first fruits of our Canaan Land ; Lord , with them we before thee stand , Do thou receive them at our hand : The first fruits of our Increase ; A little Love , a little Peace ; Lord , let these Blessings never cease . O let all shadows flee away , That we may see that glorious Day , That never , never shall decay .
HYMN XV. A Fire doth our Altar burn , Which when into it we do turn , Our Souls do mingle with the Fire , And we ascend in pure desire ; That healing Virtue may on us fall , Let us not be like Priests of Baal , When they for heavenly Fire did cry , Found they did worship a false Deity . Let us be like thy Prophets , who Thy Urim , and thy Thummim knew . Thy light and fire , both which do give Power to say to the Dead , live .
On the Death of my Worthy Friend , Mr. G. C. SEE how he smiles he 's gone to rest Amongst the Spirits of the Blest . My panting Soul does long to be From gross and drossy Matter free . That with him I may learn to sing , High praises to our Glorious King . Sing praises to the God of love , Who is exalted far above . All Praises , Ardors , or Desire , Though quickened by Coelestial fire ; But stay , my Soul , why dost thou soar , Thou art but Gold yet in the Oar , Till by the Fire thou art refin'd , From earthy Faeces , and calcin'd . What won't abide , must suffer loss , The Fire takes away all Dross . When thou art pure and unmixt , And in the blessed Center fixt ; Then thou may'st sing , and utter praise To Him that does Dead Bodies raise , And makes them Gloriously to shine , And so , Dear Saint , 't will be with thine .
On the Death of Mr. R. B. some time after Mr. COCKAIN . WHat ! such another Saint as this , Are you together gone to Bliss ? Did you join in strong Desire , To fly to yon Coelestial Quire ? Tell me what your Songs now are , Teach me the Harmonious air , In which you triumph ore the Grave , While you Adore him that do's save . Now you like glorious Lights do shine , With a Lustre more Divine ; 'Cause you did sons to Glory turn , Here is the Ashes , here 's the Urn : Yet turn your eye , Look , look on High , There these two Glorious Stars you 'l spy . HOw sweet it is to feel loves fire ; Arise into a strong Desire , That never , never will expire . But do's increase into a Flame That makes us bless and praise thy Name , And thy great Wonders to procloim ; For thou hast done for us Great things , Thou tread'st on the necks of Mighty Kings , And out of Death a new Life springs ; A life that conquers Death and Hell , By the power of our Emmanuel , Who now in us is come to dwell : A life that in our Souls outflows In the lowly Lilly , and Sharon Rose , And much more Sweets in our garden grows . Come our Beloved with us sup , Let 's drink of thy Love-flaming cup , That we can never drink all up . But in pure new Flames do's arise , That our whole Persons do's baptize , And makes us a living Sacrifice .
An HYMN . THe power of Life we now do feel , Is of thy Sacred love a Seal . Set us a Signet on thy hand , That in thy presence may always stand . We feel the warmth of a glorious ray . From the opening of thy lightsome day . Now glorious Sun , do thou on us shine , And cloath us with thy light divine . That all our shadows away may flee , At the presence of thy Majesty , That we no longer may endure , That which is mixt or is impure . But since this happy Day is known , And thou art set upon thy Throne . Let us the Trial Lord , abide , And love the fire by which we are try'd . The coming of our Lord draws near , O let us watch and pray , That when his glorious Day appears , We mayn't be found to stray ; Let 's trim our Lamps , our Garments clean , And round about us tied , Be girt with Truth and Righteousness ; Put off Self-love and Pride . None is so Holy as the Lord , Nor none so Great as he ▪ Let me behold thy wondrous Works In the Universal Harmony , From the bright Orbs where Angels are In full Felicity . To the lowest circles on the Earth Is a Universal Harmony . From the most High and holy Place , Above the glassy Sea , To the lowest center of the Earth Is a Universal Harmony . Let God arise , his Enemies shall fly , He is enthron'd , and deckt with Majesty ; He is encompassed with purest Light ; See how his Foes do fly , they 're vanquisht quite . Let God arise , his powerful Scepter sway , Were near th' aproach of his most glorious day . He is arisen from his holy place , See how his Fo's do fly before his face . O who can stand before the Son of Man , He comes his floor to purge , the wheat to fan , The Chaff shall fly before his holy wind , Nothing but what is pure shall be left behind .
FINIS .
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