Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.

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Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.
Author
Barton, William, 1598?-1678.
Publication
London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall for William Cooper ...,
1688.
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English.
Hymns, English.
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"Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26725.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 20, 2024.

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Page 141

2. PART.
Isa. 66.10, 11, 12.
Rejoyce ye with Jerusalem, And let her lovers (all of them) in her spiritual joys partake: Rejoyce, I say, lift up your voice, Be glad with her, and much rejoyce, all ye that mourned for her sake. That ye may suck, and take your fill Of Consolations, which distill in plenty, from your Mothers breast: Then shall ye suck (danc'd on Her knee) Milk out, and much delighted be with her abundant gloriousness.
54.7, 8, 60.18.
Though for a very little space, Angry I was▪ and hid my face, and thou wast termed desolate: Yet will I gather thee again With kindnesses that shall remain, and bear an everlasting date. Destruction shall no more be heard Within thy Land, nor wasting fear'd, nor violence be in thy ways: But thorowout thy borders all, Thy Walls Salvation they shall call, and give thy Gates the Name of praise.
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