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.
Author
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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Another to the Tune of Psal. 147.
SION, thou art a Palm, Under great Pressures growing, Whose Branches, Ensigns are, Of Victory overflowing. Triumphantly, Thy Charet shall Ride over all Victoriously. The more their weights were hung On every tender Bough: The straighter, upright, thou Dost toward Heaven grow. Thy Martial-word Is Victory: Thy Foes shall fly Before thy Sword. The Branches of the Palm, Shall Crown thy glorious Head▪ Thou shalt enjoy a calm: Thine Enemies all are fled.

Page 173

Then shalt thou say, To Sions King, I ow this thing, To get the day. Thy welcome Breasts are full, As clusters fill'd with Wine, To nourish great and small, And make them all Divine. Now march, O Sion, The Praises sing, Of thy great King, And Judah's Lion.
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