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 7, 2025.
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Another to the Tune of Psal. 113.
THe people saw her sparkling Rays,And did upon her Beauty gaze,And call'd my Church a blessed one:And Queeus and Concubines, whose heartsHad never felt what love imparts,Yet spake her commendation.Thus Baalam cry'd, How comely areThy Tents, O Israel? how fair?Yet had no heart to yield the fort.'Tis easie to commend the way;The natural conscience hath a ray:But O! 'tis hard to yeild the heart.And why not yeild the heart now? VVhenMy Saints are sure the best of men;And this their way the best of ways.Their God the best of gods, and whenTheir VVork the best of works, and thenThe best of Joys for endless days?Let Queens admire their own desires,And Concubines their lustful fires,
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And Virgins dote on whom they please.I'le love my own and only Love,And nothing shall my heart remove;'Tis thine my Dove, here take the Keys.
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