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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Title: 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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Subject terms: Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English.; Hymns, English.
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WHY dost thou boast of mischief most,
O man of worldly might?
God's goodness sure doth still endure
to save me from thy spight.

Thou dost incline that tongue of thine
to practise mischief great:
Yea, it hath been a razer keen
in working of deceit.

A readier will thou hast to ill
than good to entertain,
And righteousness thou lovest less
than for to lie and feign.

Thou lovest words as sharp as swords,
false tongue, that doth betray;
Therefore the Lord shall bring a sword
to cut thee clean away.

He shall destroy thee utterly,
pluck'd from thy dwelling place:
And bring about to root thee out
from all the living race.

With terrour then, shall righteous men
look on, and laugh, and say,
See what befel an Infidel
that made not God his stay:

But trusted more in worldly store,
and riches to possess:
And thus he fed and strengthened
himself in wickedness.

But I shall be an Olive-tree
in God's house growing still:
And in his grace my trust I place,
and so I ever will.

On thee will I wait constantly
for this thy deed Divine:
And spread the fame of thy great Name,
Which is so good to thine.