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.

CANT. VIII. 9.

If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will in∣close her with boards of Cedar.

HYMN 141.

HOw welcome were that blessed news, To the whole Nation of the Jews, When Elect Sisters shall return? When new-born hope, and panting strength, Tho but a little, comes at length, And hard and soft together mourn? We'l blow the blossoms: not a spark Or glance that twinkles in the dark, But shall be rais'd into a flame. Of every Wall, we'l make a Tower, Of every twig we'l make a Bower, And turn a drop into a rain. A silver Palace we will make her, In the day we undertake her; With Cedar-boards we will enclose her, And all the riches Love can find In her vast Stores, shall be resign'd, To make her happy in the closure. Lord something give to work upon (Creation is thy work alone)

And gladly we'l to them repair That lie in darkness; great and small, With Deaths black shadow cover'd all, And make them teem that barren were. Come then, you Nations, all you Kings, And Nobles, flock to Sions wings; There's healing for your wounded hearts. And let the Wealth of Sions King, And so your own advantage, bring Your Souls to him from Satans darts.