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 27, 2025.
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CANT. III. 1.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
HYMN 47.
MY God! I love thee with my Soul,And yet I lye in Bed;Tho thou art mine, and I am thime,My heart is almost dead.Such drowsie damps o'recast my Joys;I seek thee half asleep:And now I cannot hear thy Voice,I only sigh and weep.I seek thee, but I find thee not:My Lord, where art thou gone?Into what Covert art thou got,And leav'st me here alone?A sloathful Suitor I have been;It prompts me to conclude:My Christ won't humour drowsiness▪Nor mind dull Solitude.Wake me, my God, with Voice and Rod:O rouse my drousie Senses:Let me not lye, and sleeping dye,Or idly make pretences.
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My Soul awake, and rise, and shakeThis dulness off: for why?If thou will vainly live to sleep,Then must thou sleeping dye.
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