Divine Hymns, And other Extempore 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 Celestial Fire.   

Oh kiss me with thy kisses sweet,  
More sweet than Flowery Morn;  
For which, all other Pleasures I  
Will cast away in Scorn.   

Each fragrant Rose its prickles hath,  
Encompassed is with Brire;  
But no such hurtful mixture is  
In the Blessings I desire.   

Thy Love more strength and vigour gives  
Than doth the generous Wine;  
Though in the grabe's a Treasures hid,  
I cannot now define.   

The Chastest 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 placed;  
So are all things as made by thee,  
And with thy Presence graced   

Like Curtains of great Solomon  
Most Glorious to behold,  
So hath my Love adorned me  
And decked with finest Gold.   

I'm black alas, I am very black,  
And of a darksome hue,  
Because the Sun with his bright Beams,  
Hath pierced me through and through.   

Yet in this black and darksome Veil,  
Such Comeliness 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 King's 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 Flowery Meads I've seen.   

Oh tell me where thou makest thy Flocks  
To rest themselves at Noon,  
Can I but find some close recess,  
I would run to it soon.   

Thou fairest Woman of thy Sex,  
More fair than Egypt's 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;  
Fellow the footsteps of the Flock,  
Run after them with speed.   

Go nearer to the Shepherd's Tents,  
There is no need to fear  
The Fox, the Wolf, nor other Beast.  
That used 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 rows 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 spikenard gives a scent  
Not from the impure mixed four,  
But one pure Element.   

The Vineyards of Engedy, when  
They're filled with Champhire white,  
Sends forth a fragrant wholesome smell  
For Profit and Delight.   

So my Beloved's all to me,  
That I can wish or need;  
He's Physic 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 lovesick Eyes to me;  
They're fair, but chaste 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 blessed Mansion Seat;  
But to describe it, is a work  
By far for me too great.    

TWO 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 Celestial 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.  
Writ in my Heart the Royal Law of Love,  
That whilst below I may be like those above.   

Whose blessed employment is to love and sing  
Hallelujahs to our Heavenly King.  
Now I will join 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 blessed Land, O there is always peace,  
He gives light for darkness, causes wars to cease   

Oh holy, holy, is the Lord, for he,  
giveth life from death, he sets the Prisoner free.  
Unbind my fettered Soul, that it may be  
Above the Earth and materiality.   

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-edged 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 inquire;  
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 makest 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 myself,  
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 glimmering sight  
Draw back the Curtain, unveil 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 leadest the way,  
Not suffering us to go astray;  
Thou leadest us to the Flocks of Sheep,  
Which our Great Shepherd doth safely keep▪   

Thou leadest us to the pleasant Spring,  
Where Angels always sit and sing;  
And where we hear the pleasant Voice  
Of such as do greatly rejoice.   

And none have greater than we  
To join 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;  
Blessed 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 purify,  
And bring my Soul more nigh  
To the blessed 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 Zion 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 showest us the ground of hidden treasures,  
And thy wonders dost make us know.  
We feel thy life in us arise,  
To wait on thee 'tis 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 Source,  
As Springs do from their watercourse.   

Spring's may wander, Sheep may stray,  
The Sun be clouded at Noonday;  
The Shepherd seeks the straying Sheep,  
'Tis not the Clouds the Sun can keep.   

From shining forth so gloriously bright,  
As to dispel their darksome 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 inspired by thee,  
Blessed 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 join,  
To sing a Hymn that is Divine.   

That I may reach the Seraphic 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 echo 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 Mankind's fallen Race,  
And bring him to his Native place.    

IX HYMN.  

YE Heavenborn 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 dazzle 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 rejoice,  
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 waterspring,  
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  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 fullness of this treasury.   

'Twas placed here by thee, O Lord,  
'Tis opened by thy living Word,  
'Tis he himself does keep the Key  
Of all this Sacred Mystery.   

'Tis 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 Clothing, 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 IU.  

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 show to us his love,  
And gives us the nature of the Dove;  
The Dovelike Life, the Dovelike 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 Seraphic Quire.   

'Tis 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 Blessed.  
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, Ardours, or Desire,  
Though quickened by Celestial fire;  
But stay, my Soul, why dost thou soar,  
Thou art but Gold yet in the Oar,   

Till by the Fire thou art refined,  
From earthy Faeces, and calcined.  
What won't abide, must suffer loss,  
The Fire takes away all Dross.   

When thou art pure and unmixed,  
And in the blessed Centre fixed;  
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, 'twill 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 yond Celestial Choir?  
Tell me what your Songs now are,  
Teach me the Harmonious air,  
In which you triumph over the Grave,  
While you Adore him that does 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'll spy.   

HOw sweet it is to feel loves fire;  
Arise into a strong Desire,  
That never, never will expire.   

But does 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 treadest 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 Lily, 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 does arise,  
That our whole Persons does baptise,  
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  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 mixed 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 tried.   

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 centre of the Earth  
Is a Universal Harmony.   

Let God arise, his Enemies shall fly,  
He is enthroned, and decked with Majesty;  
He is encompassed with purest Light;  
See how his Foes do fly, they're vanquished quite.   

Let God arise, his powerful Sceptre sway,  
Were near th'approach 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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