Spiritual hymns upon Solomons song: or, Love in the right channel Wherein that divine part of scripture is paraphras'd, and the dark places expounded; and may be vocally sung in the ordinary tunes of the singing Psalms. By John Reeve.
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Spiritual hymns upon Solomons song: or, Love in the right channel Wherein that divine part of scripture is paraphras'd, and the dark places expounded; and may be vocally sung in the ordinary tunes of the singing Psalms. By John Reeve.
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Reeve, John, 1608-1658.
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London :: printed for the author, and are to be sold by John Hancock Senior, at the three Bibles, at the corner of Popes-head Alley, over against the Royal Exchange,
1684.
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases -- Early works to 1800.
Devotional literature -- Early works to 1800.
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"Spiritual hymns upon Solomons song: or, Love in the right channel Wherein that divine part of scripture is paraphras'd, and the dark places expounded; and may be vocally sung in the ordinary tunes of the singing Psalms. By John Reeve." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A58334.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 18, 2024.
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CANT. VIII. 8.
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
HYMN 140.
WE have a little Sister, Lord,That hath no Breasts, as yet;There is no place for means of Grace:O do not her forget.
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Thy Servants are greatly athirstThat joyful day to see:When thou the Cords and Yokes shall burst▪From her as well as we.What shall we do for those that lyeIn Natures dungeon still▪When wilt thou speak for them that dyeFor want of Sions Hill!Those that have neither Milk nor Breasts,That still lye weltring inThe Blood of uncoverted State:O call them out of Sin.Our Sister hath a precious SoulTo save, as well as we.Would all the World were thine, and notA Rebel we could see.O say thou to our Sister, Come,Leave Babel to her flames:Let her not perish in the doomOf Babels wretched names.
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