2 Amongst the thorns fo lilies fhine, Amongst wild gourds the noble vine; So in mine eyes my Saviour proves, Amidst a thousand meaner loves. 3 Beneath his cooling fhade I fat, To fhield me from the burning heat; Of heav'nly fruit he fpreads a feast, To feed my eyes, and please my taste. 4 [Kindly he brought me to the place Where ftood the banquet of his grace; He faw me faint, and o'er my head The banner of his love he fspread. 5 With living bread and gen'rous wine, He cheers this finking heart of mine; And op'ning his own heart to me, He fhew'd his thoughts, how kind they be.] 6 O never let my Lord depart ;

Lie down and rest upon my heart; I charge my fins not once to move, Nor ftir, nor wake, nor grieve my love. HYMN LXIX. Long Metre. Chrift appearing to his Church, and feeking her Company. Solomon's Song, ii. 8—13.

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HE voice of my beloved founds Over the rocks and rifing grounds; O'er hills of guilt, and feas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my belief. 2 Now, through the veil of flesh, I fee With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gofpel's cleareft glass He fhews the beauties of his face. 3 Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue

"Rife," faith my Lord, "make haste away; "No mortal joys are worth thy ftay. 4 "The Jewifh wintry ftate is gone, "The mists are fled, the fpring comes on; "The facred turtle-dove we hear "Proclaim the new, the joyful year.

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"Th' immortal vine of heav'nly root "Bloffoms and buds, and gives her fruit." Lo, we are come to tafte the wine; Our fouls rejoice and bless the vine. 6 And when we hear our Jefus fay, "Rife up, my love, make hafte away!" Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind.

HYMN LXX. Long Metre.

Chrift inviting, and the Church anfering the Invitation. Solomon's Song, ii. 14, 16, 17.

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ARK! the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks and calls us out.

2 My dove, who hideft in the rock,
"Thine heart almoft with forrow broke,
"Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
"And let thy voice delight mine ear.

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"Thy voice to me founds ever sweet; "My graces in thy count'nance meet ; "Though the vain world thy face defpife, ""Tis bright and comely in mine eyes." Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thine invitation gives; To thee our joyful lips fhall raise The voice of prayer and that of praise.

5 [I am my Love's, and he is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our paffions join; Nor let a motion, nor a word,

Nor thought arife to grieve my Lord.

6 My foul to pastures fair he leads, Amongst the lilies where he feeds; Amongst the faints (whose robes are white, Wafh'd in his blood) is his delight.

7 Till the day break, and shadows flee, Till the sweet dawning light I fee, Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my foul in darkness mourn. 8 Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap o'er the hills of fear and fin; Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide

My love, my Saviour, from my fide.]

HYMN LXXI. Long Metre. Chrift found in the Street, and brought to the Church. Solomon's Song, iii. 1—5.

FTEN I feek my Lord by night;
Jefus, my love, my foul's delight;
With warm defire and reftlefs thought
I feek him oft, but find him not.

2 Then I arife and fearch the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
"Where did you fee my foul's delight?"

3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heav'nly ray;
I leap for joy to fee his face,
And held him fast in my embrace.,

4 [I bring him to my mother's home;
Nor does my Lord refufe to come
To Sion's facred chambers, where
My foul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my fake with deadly smart ;
I give my foul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens fhare.]
6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor fin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor caufe my Saviour to depart.

HYMN LXXII. Long Metre. The Coronation of Chrift, and Efpoufals of the Church. Solomon's Song, iii. 11.

AUGHTERS of Sion, come, behold

'D The crown of honour and of gold,

Which the glad church, with joys unknown, Plac'd on the head of Solomon.

2 Jefus, thou everlasting King! Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well-deferv'd renown, And wear our praifes as thy crown. 3 Let ev'ry act of worship be

Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladnefs of that happy day! Our hearts would with it long to ftay; Nor let our faith forfake its hold, Nor comfort fink, nor love grow cold. 5 O! let each minute, as it flies, Increase thy praife, improve our joys;

Till we are rais'd to fing thy name, At the great fupper of the Lamb. 60 that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day! The King of grace fhall fill the throne, With all his Father's glories on. HYMN LXXIII. Long Metre.

The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Chrift. Solomon's Song, iv. 1, 10, 11, 7, 8, 9.

'K' Affection founds in ev'ry word; IND is the fpeech of Chrift our Lord,

"Lo, thou art fair, my love," he cries; "Not the young doves have sweeter eyes. 2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleafing voice "Salutes mine ear with fecret joys; "No fpice fo much delights the fmell, "Nor milk nor honey taftes fo well.] 3 "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me; "I will behold no fpot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms! 4 Defil'd and loathfome as we are, He makes us white, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heav'nly drefs, His graces and his righteousness. 5 "My fifter and my fpoufe," he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties, Thy pow'rful love my heart retains "In ftrong delight and pleasing chains.' 6 He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wild world of beafts and men, To Zion, where his glories are ;

Not Lebanon is half fo fair.

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