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 19, 2024.
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CANT. I. 6.
—They made me keeper of the Vinyards—
HYMN 14.
ARise, O▪Lord, some help afford;To thee my Soul doth moan:I cannot hold, I must-unfoldMy grief to thee alone.They've gotten Vineyards here and there,Exotick to thy Laws,Which by their force they'l make me keep,From which my Soul withdraws.Their Figs are naught, their Grapes are sour,Their Vintage is not good:Their Winepress is to press the Saints;Their Liquor is their blood.Head of the Church! I pray thee letMy heart be guided so,That I may yet their anger get,And make them more my foe▪
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They've got a Vineyard strange to thee,No Scripture-rule must guide it;And they'd have me their slave to be:O Lord! I can't abide it.Be thou a keeper, Lord, to me,And I'le be none of theirs;And fortifie my heart within,From all besieging fears:So will I Praise, and Trophies raise,For my Illustrious King;And throw false Worship out of doors,As an accursed thing.
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