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 June 2, 2024.
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CANT. II. 10.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
HYMN 41.
WHose is this rousing Voice, I hear,That breathes so sweet an Air,Through Walls and Lattices? so dear,So ravishing, so rare!'Tis my Beloved's voice, I know,That Courts my drousie mind:That bids me rise from things below,And leave my self behind.Arise, my Love, and come away,Rouse from thy Morning sleep:Rise up, my fair One, no delay;Tho lock't in Slumbers deep.My God, I come, I find no rest,No Bed of Ease, but thee:The present World is at the best,A Bed of Thorns to me.My God, I come; but oh, how loath▪I've drunk a sleeping Cup:And O, the dulness! O the sloath!Dear Jesus help me up:
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Then will I come away, and leaveMy Sins and Fears behind me:Farwel vain Pleasures, let me go,And let my Jesus find me.
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