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 23, 2025.
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CANT. IV. 3.
—Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegra∣nate within thy locks.
HYMN 61.
I Love thee, for thy Cheeks, my Spouse,A Virgin blush adorns them:The modesty that crowns thy Brows,A holy shame informs them:Have you not been where you have seenThe blushing Pomegranate,All overspread with rosie red,As Nature did create?Thy Temples shaded in thy Locks,With rosie blushes spread,
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Doth much express thy bashfulness:True Vertue vails her head.Thy guilt and shame, for what's to blame,Thou canst not face it out:Thy flushings, blushings, fears and tears,Are beauties out of doubt.My Soul! this consternation due,Becomes the Virgin-brideOf that same bleeding Lover, whoFor thy Salvation dy'd▪O let me never, never trace,The steps of Sinners bold:Nor hide my Sin, but hide my Face,As with a blush control'd.
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