True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms. Dickson, David, 1583?-1663. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A35958 of text R32402 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D1411). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 42 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 16 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. 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Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Jesus Christ -- Poetry. Christian poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700. A35958 R32402 (Wing D1411). civilwar no True Christian love. To be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms. Dickson, David 1655 6879 45 0 0 0 0 0 65 D The rate of 65 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-12 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2004-01 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-04 Olivia Bottum Sampled and proofread 2004-04 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-07 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE . To be sung with any of the common Tunes of the PSALMS . COL . 3. 16. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly , in all wisedom , teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms , and Hymns , and spirituall songs , singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord . EDINBVRGH , Printed by Andro Anderson , ANNO DOM . 1655. TO THE READER . SInce CHRISTS fair Truth craves no mans art , Take this rude Song in better part . TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE . I Have a heart for love , and love I cannot choose but have , A love that can give full content , the least as I can crave . I want not , suters , and they all have agents still with me , Who promise that which I do seek , but sure I know they lie . Though honour height to lift me up , and mammon me to serve : Yet their attendants skars me not , nor makes my heart to swerve . Pale fear , duske envie , care and toyle , with other ill hew'd wights Wait for my service if I weed , their masters , O what sights . The onely thing like to prevaile , was match unto my minde : When fancie buskde my party with , perfections of each kind . But now I see that fancie is , not reall as it seemes : No earthly love can give content , all loves but Christs are dreams . Then why want I contenting love , since Christs love may be had : In whom is all that I do seek , or can be thought or said ? What other loves do seem to have , is truely in him found ; The scattered beauties of them all in him are jointly bound . What they do lack and cannot have ▪ because they finit be , It s infinit , in him it stands for ever still : O Hee , He , he is only worthy love , and nothing else but he , Alas , that vanity so long hath so bewitched me . Why heard I flattering idols words ? why did I parly keep : Why suffer'd I affection to sing me so asleep ? How went I on so foolishly , and keept so oft their tryst , As if false loves could be found true , and had no minde of Christ . No , not when Christ was suiting me , and they found oft untrue : I stack still in their bonds and could my self no wayes rescue . Yet good and wise Lord Jesus Christ , did still pursue my love : He knew though I refus'd , my heart was his ; he could me move . And now it s done , my love is thine , Lord Jesus home receive This whorish heart , and suffer not my soul hence to deceive . There shall my suiters all me serve , but thou my love shall be , They shal be mine , not I theirs , else they shall not follow me . Thus shal I have advantage twise , and blest shal be my lot , I le get my lovers goods , and love above theirs , well I wot . A love that will not me despise , though I unworthy be , Though vile and loathsome , yet will he not loath but pitty mee . Though fickle I , he will not change , his constancy is known ; Of change no shadow is with him , he loves for ay his own : When I for want of wit , and strength offend and do confesse : He will not chide but pardon me , my faults both more and lesse . He will not charge upon me lay , more nor I may well bear , But will my burthens as I need , support , I do not fear . No wrath at others wil cause him unpleasant be to me : No flanderer will get his ear , to heare of me a lye . He will not misconstruct my words , he will not angry be : Nor fret without a cause , nor frowne , nor fitch a fault falsly . Nor mark my wayes so narrowly , as nothing to passe by : His love will hide my sin in love , faith safely may rely . He will not waste his heritage , nor will himself disgrace , No foes can hurt him , and their spyt , he turnes upon their face . His love to other Saints shal not , work prejudice to me , More then the Suns light unto all , doth hinder me to see . No causelesse jealousie will vex at any time his minde , But if he see my heart go wrong , I know he is so kinde , As to admonish and rebuke , and chasten if it need , And so me save from perishing , too oft deserv'd indeed . If I be sad , he will be loath , yet more to vex my heart , If any other will do so , 'gainst them hee 'l take my part : And those that grieve me he will grieve , and curse them more and lesse , That curseth me , so will he those that blesse me surely blesse . If trouble set about me round , he will not me forsake . Nor leave me comfortlesse alone , but pity on me take . And if he hide his face a while , as wisedome oft requires : He doth but excercise my faith , and sharpen my desires . And if he seeme to stay well long , that I become so dead , As I can neither say nor sing , nor meditate , nor read , Nor do ought else that might asswadge hearts pangs in such a case , But sit and droup and hang my head , long looking for his grace . Uttering but broken words or none , perplext with thoughts confusde , Suggestions whisper all the while , as if I were refusde , Yet still his gracious hand doth me support , with secret strength : And makes me in these deeps not drown , but brings me through at length . Mean time he keeps my scattered words , and failing those my teares : In books and bottels , and takes course , to rid me out of fears . And failing both my words and tears , he makes each wofull grone : And failing those , my sighes , and all the parcels of my mone . Yea ; when I fit astonished , my lifted hands and looks : Speaks all my minde to him , as if it written were in books . For he doth search the heart and knowes , what is the spirits mind : And as its fit , gives answer to needs cry , in every kinde . And look how sharp these tryalls are , their fruit is far more sweet : His countenance compenseth all , with one blink when we meet . For he doth make my heart more glad , then any tongue can tell : Though grief was great , yet joy is now , more sweet nor grief was fell . For judge ye whosoever felt , what weight in sin , what griefe , In minde opprest what angnish is ; when soul sees no relief , What torment in perplexity , what horrour in Gods wrath , What hell in feard eternity , at loosing of his breath ? And presuppon a soul were sure to dwell at last above , In heaven with Christ , yet know ye not , what langour is in love ? What sicknesse in deferred-hopes ? what battell with our so : What trouble when God hides his face , and seems us to forgo ? Now judge again , when weights are lift grief , anguish , torments gone . For wrath , death , hell , eternity , of fear now there is none . But in their place the heart lift up ; life , light , and rest , is come Felt love , peace , victorie , hearts health , and Christs Sprit , all in summe . Judge when our much prokocked Lord , himself shews reconcilde , If with the joy that then is felt , a heart may not be filde . Now what can others love do heere , to soule in such a case But adde more grief , and make the vaile more thick to hide Christs face . Then others loves all get you gone , or else take servants place : Too hard conditions were to me , for you to quite his face , For one houres joy in him is more , though mixt with drierie tears , Then all earths honour , pleasure , wealth can yeeld in many yeares . Now let me rest and ruse my love , who first me lov'd , and chusde , And long cald for my wortalesse love , and would not be refusd . I le seek his love , as he sought mine , and learn of him to love , Since he invites I cannot misse , though whiles he shall me prove . My love 's his Fathers eldest sonne , his Father , King of Kings : His heritage is Heaven and earth and in them both all things . His wisdome laid the worlds round , and parted Sea and Land , Earths body through , as vines he drew the waters with his hand . He made the Sun and Stars so swift , yet not be seen to move , Least men on earth had vexed been with motions from above . His strength upholds this weightie globe and yet which is far more , He bare our sins and heavie wrath , deserv'd of us therefore : For trueth Gods promises in him , are all , Yea , and Amen : For love , his death for us a proofe , sufficient hath been . For justice he can do no wrong , for mercy there is none Or shal in hell be , who have sought for grace through him alone . Most loftie and most lowly minde , most good and most severe , Most lovely , and most terrible . do all in him cohere . The meekest lamb to all his friends , a Lyon to his foes , He gives his peace to all that comes , wrath followes all that goes . No foe can stand before his face , no fugitive can flee , No lurking hole can hide from him , his eyes do all things see . Almighty , all where present , though , his body heaven containe , Eternall God , though he as man , mans properties retaine . No robry for his maiestie his fathers match to be , The fathers god-head and the Spirits , and his are one all three , Therefore when I do love the Son , I love the father too : And so the Spirit who dwell in him , to all I worship do . Hee is the tree of Life to me , and so to all his own , No fierie sword debars us now , all wee for friends are known : In him my Sabbath is begun , he teacheth me to cease From mine own works , and leads me to his rest by steps , of peace . Flood branchd in foure to water all new plants of paradice , Redeemde , and holy , making them , and righteous and wise , Though we have slaine him , yet his blood speaks better things for us , Then Abels crying curse but his cryes , Lord be gracious . Though wrath should overflow the land , as with a new deludge , Or fire consume the earth , yet Christs safe Ark is for refuge , For now no wrath unmixt with love , shall of his own be felt , Because God in his sacrifice , the smell of rest hath smelt . And as the bow in clowd is pawn of not returning flood : So is that offring constant pledge of our eternall good . True Isaack offered up to me , not minted at but slain : Most Isaack like in this escape , though slain he rose again Sweet Ioseph by his brethren sold , by our means made to serve : He hath provided well our food , least we through want should sterve , From Egypts bonds and slavery base , it s he that sets us free : It s he that doth prepare our way , through floods and raging sea . The Prophet raisde like Moses true , but fruitfuller then he , He law , and curse , and types of good , Christ , grace and truth gives me . My duty Moses shewes but strength none can he give to do , But Christ , by teaching gives me life , and will , and action to . The priest that offred only once ; and pacify'd for ay : And needs not Aaron-like repeat his sacrifice each day . For Aarons offring oft did prove his offring unperfite , But Christs because it perfect makes , God still our sins to quite . In him all leav's and types are fild . in him they have an end , No further use of them since God did Christ their substance send , No priest by office now on earth , no proper sacrifice , No alter of materials no fixt place of service . The tent where God dwels bodily , the temple where the tryst , Is set for meeting of our God , as reconcil'd is Christ . He arke with readie Angels eled . he mercy seat of God , Accesse , and oracles of peace , giving to us abroad . By him the withered rod bears fruit , with him is manna hid , The Law in him lyes closde from speach , except through mercies lid . By him my prayers are perfum'd and smell as insence sweet : By him my cup is furnished , and table fill'd with meat . The Priest , the alter and the Lamb , the laver washing all : And what else any rite did signe , he fils up great and small . The judge which rids his people from all adversaries hand . Our kindly King by whom we may possesse that promis'd land . To all his iubjects affable , above all earthly Kings , His basest servants have his ear , at all times in all things . He is the Churches darest love , and therefore must be mine , Though I be base , yet will his grace to be my love incline . Oft hath he prov'd his love to me , and will not now decline , Oft hath his love much sweeter been to me then finest wine Oft hath the preaching of his word , in straits and fears of death , As sweetest kisses been to me , convoyed with lively breath . Oft hath his Apples hunger stayde , my thirst his flaggons quench'd , Oft hath his shadow me refresht , as herbs by dew bedrench'd Oft in his love withdrawing , Hee from bed hath made me rise , And seek him long before I fand , to make me after wise . And when we met , his wrath was gone , he cald me spouse betroath'd , And washing me by pardon , said my fair love though self loath'd : Now fairest love , let my soul say , who made me clean but thou ? Who made a childe of wrath like me stand reconciled now . What makes me lovely , but thy love that set the price on me : Whose beauty makes me fair but thine what have I not from thee : My exaltation is come , to be a childe of God By thy descending to be man , and some whiles heer abode : Thy clean conception and birth , proves thee to be the tree : Where cut from Adams filthy stock ●impted clean must be . Thy manger makes my bed more soft , thy stable gives me innes : Thy banishment home brings me where , my countrey-people winnes . Thy wisedome in thy child-hood hides my foolish youthly toyes , Thy self devoting unto griefes is ground of all my joyes . Thy emptying my fulnesse is , thy meannesse me promots . Thy hyding of thy royall state a Kingdome me allots . Thy servants shape and service done , from service sets me free ▪ And bondage of proud Sathans yoke , and sins strong tyrranie . Thy lurking thirty years unknown , for ever makes me shine With glory far above the reach of subtilest ingine . Thy name inrold in sinners book , by baptisme makes my name To be inrolde among the Saints , even those of greatest fame . Thy offring suretiship for me to God at Iordans bank , Hath fred me of my sins , and hell , well's me and God I thank , I hear thee say to God , Behold me and my children all : I hear the Father answer thee , I love you great and small . I hear thee say : Take me for them , let me their burthen bear : I hear the father cry , Content come children , come and hear . Come hear the Covenant between me and my dearest Son , Come give your hearts consent thereto , and then your bargan's done . I heare thee say , Mans due is death , I le do thy will , O Lord . My soul and body both for theirs , let suffer I accord . I hear thy Fathers voice from Heaven cry , lovely Son art thou These all , and this , ( and that was I ) are thine , I 'me pleased now . I hear him say to all , and me , Go hear my Son and live : He drew . I came thou welcom'd me ; and life I feel dost give ? Now take me with thee where thou wilt for we must never shed . In faith my soul is glew'd to thee , lead me as blind are led . Crosse Sathans teeth , if our way ly ▪ and crosse each other foe To Priests , to beanch , to Golgotha , lead me and I will go . But lead ; and leave me not , or else I cannot misse to fall : If thou do hold me in thy hand , I fear no foe at all . Thy combats makes me not amazde , for what could make me wo : Thy victory my conflict makes , to be with vanquishde so . Thy going to the wildernesse brings me to Saints city : Thy fighting all alone makes me fight in thy company : Thy being tempted fourtie dayes , all my dayes makes me sure , Thy presence , help and comfort shall with tempted me endure . If by some wrong mean I be tempt , to fill my natures lust , Or God to tempt , neglecting means , under pretence of trust . To help or hazard life , some way , which God will not allow : I see thee still before me , Lord , my helper heer be thou . It s true my flesh doth grieve to think , what may thy Saints befall , What horrible suggestions , and blasphemies withall . What shapes and apparitions , by night some , some by day : Yea power of this flesh , yet thou So usde my fear do stay . Most dangerous of all , me thinks , when Sathan God to scorn , In false religion worship craves , and hids both hoof and horn . And Angel-like in some mans mouth , bids to some Image bow , And worldly motives brings thy truth to cause me dis-avow . In this case Lord give light , that I may Sathan bid avoyd : For thousands here for fault of light guild have been and destroide . To free me from this ill , I know new trouble shall me breed : And make the world me persecute with spight , in word and deed . But so I may thy truth containe , and still adhere to thee : I fear no persecution , nor wickeds injury . More hatred can I not , then thou , no more despised be : More chargde with bitter calumniès , nor ofter get the lie . More scornde and mocked in my face ▪ more followed at the back : Finger and tongue shut forth withall , murgeons that mockers make . Lesse welcome where I offer love ; lesse thanked for good deeds : Worse intertaind in my countrey , worse furnisht in my needs : More friendly handled by my friends , and those of mine own blood , Then thou was , I , yea none can be who suffer shall for good . What can befall me which did not before befall to thee ? What more distrest for righteousnesse , can I expect to be ? What ludging lesse then ly thereout ? what harder bed then rocks : What sharper rest then not to sleep , or to preveene the cocks , What scant or want , more then to have no penny in my purse . Among such people as me hate , and in their heart me curse . What greater hunger then to faste , and when it s come to eat , To send and buy some course peece bread and get no other meat . What greater drouth then want a drink , in journey at mid-day ? And for a drink of water call , and hear on say me nay ? What spoil of goods more then to strip me naked to the skin , And in my sight divide my cloaths , and then to scorn begin . What danger more then present death , by stones lift up to cast . There steep down rocks , heer man adjudgd , to be thrown down made fast . What banisht can I more be then for life chasde heer and there : Without a hole to hide my head , which even to beasts is rare ? What prison worse then fall in hands of persecuting Priests , Thirsting like Wolves for blood of Saints to grace their godlesse feasts ? What judgement more unjust then find my party sit as judge , And still the lesse fault he can finde , the more at me to grudge ? And if I speak a modest truth to smite me on the face : And pull the haire off head and cheeks , and all me to disgrace . What torment more then pricks thurst in on 's head fourscore at once ? Yea all the flesh with scourging rent , and nothing safe but bones . And those so racked in all joynts , as sinews none go free . But legs and armes asunder spelde , hung up and naild on tree . And what might seeme to be untouchde , thy tender bowels all . So burnt as slockning welcome was , by vinegar and gall . All this thou suffred , Lord , and more then any can expresse . Why should I then be feard for such like suffering more , or lesse . Thou came to witnesse for the truth , and so must all thine do : Thou came to suffer for the truth , and so must all thine too . None follow thee , except they be content thy crosse to bear : None crownde shall be , except they will for truth thy livery wear . The truth is limit to thy word , thine and none others saw ; Thy scriptures meaning thou wilt have my rule and thy full law . O that I were inclinde to do what duties there are namde ! Then when I suffer should for truth I coulde not be ashamde : And suffer must we , else do wrong , when men from age to age , To chop and change thine ordinance run head-long in a rage , And by their own traditions do make thy precepts voide , Urging their own will more then thine , so lyes thy Law destroide . But thou Lord , over all declares such worship to be vain : And ere we yeeld , thy jealousie wills rather we be slain . Yea ere we do a needlesse work and weaken little ones , We choose our urgers should us sink in deep seas with milstones . Then strengthen , Lord , my faith in thee , that flesh I do not fear . But fear may only thine offence , whose love be bought so dear , And since thou hast me bought so dear , why may I not be sure : That love which made thee pay my price shall stedfastly endure ? If I should lean to my free-will or strength , I could not stand , Oft had I perisht , if my life had lyne in mine own hand . I wonder not that such as leane to their works , will or strength , Fit , others for , and make themself apostasie at length . For such do not deny themselves , and so not follow thee , I chasde am to thee for refuge , and so preservde must be . Chasde souls are sensible of sin , and sensible of wrath . And flee from both to thee for life , and in thee draw their breath . How then can such not persevere , and so be sav'd at length , Whom thou dost empty of their own , and fils with thy fresh strength . These are the souls that come to thee . whom thou wilt not cast out : These souls are drawn and driven to thee , whom thou must save no doubt These are thy sheep for whom thou prayes for whose life thou didst die Whom liars shall not long deceive , whom non can pull from thee . These did thy Father give to thee , with this expresse command , Son ? see thou losse not one of those , I 'le crave them at thine hand . Keep them and make them persevere , and lead them all the way , Through life and death , and raise them up to glory at that day Thou dost accept this charge and pawns , thy honour charge to keep . Our faithfull Sheepherd well I know not slumber will nor sleep . These sin and Law chasde souls thou counts true Isaaks all to be : Children of promise styling them , and heirs annex'd with thee . These are Gods Elect , whom he hath predestinat of old , And in his councell hath decreed to save as he hath told . Whom to assure of endlesse life by his unchang'd decree , His truth and oath he laid in pawn , in which he cannot ly , And swore by his eternall self , for greater there was none : That of this elect company there should not perish one : And though these souls like ship on sea may fearfully be tost . And whiles may seem close overwhelm'd yet none such shall be lost . Their anker lyes within the vaile , no winde can make it drive : It lyes where thou art landed Lord , and where we shall arrive . Now who so saith that thy elect for all this perish may And that thy Saints of purpose call'd from thee may fall away . And looses us from leaning on the strength of thy right hand : They draw from building on the rock , and bids us build on sand , They say Peter and Iudas are alike belov'd of thee , And that they both for gifts receiv'd , alike beholden be : As Iudas for his perishing , may wyte the love of pelf : So Peter his free-will for life may praise and thank himself . They say thou knowest not who are thine ▪ of none they make thee sure : They say the Lords foundation doth not ay firm indure : They say thou chooses some to day , and casts them off the morn : They make thee like vain man to be , and do thy counsell scorn . They make thee pray for thine Elect , and not get thy request : Yea though thou for them live for ay , to interceed as Priest . Gods Elect whom to he gives right , to be his sons and heirs , They make them want sure right to have , the heritage for theirs . That Saints till death seduc'd may be , and sheep pull'd from thine hand , Whom God thee chargd to keep and save to say , they do not stand . Thy word , thy oath , thy covenant they make no certaintie : Faiths anker they make drive , they speak in iubstance blasphemie . They make the merchand nothing wise , and very short of thought ▪ Who pay'd the price , and was not sure to have what thou had bought : Yea , so unwise , as for thy sheep thine own life not to spare , Whom thou may losse , though so dear bought such foolish blocks are rare . O wicked thoughts be far from me , I know thy love doth last : And whom of purpose thou dost call Thy grace doth hold them fast . Whom thou dost love for them thou died , for whom thou dy'd they live : Thy love , thy ransoning , and heaven , all joyntly thou dost give . And whosoever hates his sin , and sets his love on thee , May be assur'd thou lovd'st him first , and for his life didst die , Now , Lord , thou knowes I hate my sin , and seeks to have it slain ▪ Thou that knows all , knows I thee love , and feels it not in vain . Then Lord my love thou wilt allow , that I apply thy death . And by that means perswaded rest , to be exeemd from wrath , And well I wot the ransome is sufficient eneugh Me to redeeme from hell , and imp me in thee as thy bough . For me thou emptied thy self , and stood in Fathers aw : For me thou emptied thy self , and fulfilled the law . For me thou took on thee the curse , and felt thy Fathers wrath : For me oft plunged was thy soul , and heavy to the death , For which I sinfully did laugh , thou mournd and wept full sore : For pleasure taken in my sin through grief oft didst thou roar . For mine ill words thou silencd was , and knew not what to say : For mine ill deeds thou Lord was bound , condemned and led away . Thy ditty were each one my wrongs against both God and man : Thy sentence was my due desert for sins whereto I ran . These lashes laid upon thy skin , those stripes and all thy wounds Were for my souls wounds made with sin ▪ O love which thus abounds ! O thus my love to see thee sad , O thus to see thee weep : O thus to hear thee grone and pant , and cry with sighs cut deep . O agony ! O fearfull sweat ! O tears ! O bloody drops ! How mingled down from cheeks to feet each chasing other hops . To see my love for love of me on bloodie shoulders bear That crosse , that curse , that growing wrath and trembling thus for fear . To see almighty God so weak , lifes fountain thus to die : With shame & pain ov'rchargd , till heaven wondred and all for me . Woes me for all my sins ! woes me , for roots of sin so strong : Which have so long time grown in me , and like to stick so long : Oh help my Love ▪ to have them slain : Oh here revenge thy death ! Oh on this ill avenge me too , which wrong'd us both so hath : Well's me , I wot thou wilt anone grant this , and each request : Anone our joy perfite shall be , anone our marriage feast . For as thou died for me , for me so also didst thou rise : And reignes as God , and shal me fetch , so makes thy Word me wise . Fond lovers ! Tell me now if you have any love like this ? Come take a share with me , my Love wholly spirituall is . Come change your loves ▪ and love with me or else you perish shall : Go charge your loves to do the same , or perish shall you all : Gods curse on him that loveth not my Love Lord Jesus Christ : Or loves not them that do love him , this curse with death keeps tryst ▪ 〈◊〉 this is my Love , yet if 〈◊〉 could like your love die , All these excellencies of his should work my miserie . Or yet if I by death could be depriv'd of this my Love : All that is said or can be more were nought to my behove . But now my Love shall never die , his dayes shall never end ; His life shall eternize his Love , his life to love doth tend . And I by death shal have no losse , my love shall then be more , Both mine to him , and his to me , Blessed be God therefore . Yea , and because I cannot live , and broke his love beneath , My chariot to eternall life death he appointed hath . Therefore till death his love shall be the best part of my life : In him I 'le strive gainst baser loves , and death will end the strive . Only , my Lord , still pittie me , and tarrie not too long : My sprite and flesh cry , Come Lord , come death shal renew my song . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A35958e-170 Psal. 4. 6 , 7 ▪ 1 John 2. 15 , 16 , 17. 1 Tim. 6. ● Eccles. 1. 2. Can. 5. 10. Psa. 77. 22. Psa. 73. ● . Cant. 1. ● Cant. 8. 1 Ezek. 16 5 , 6. 〈◊〉 ● . 6 Iam. 1. 17 Iohn 13. 4 Psal. 10 ; 8 , 9. 1 Cor. 10 19. Hab. 3. ● . Isa. 27. 4 Psal. 103. 3 ● Pet. 4. 8 Psa. 89. 22 John 13. 1 Isai. 30. 21 Rev. 2. 19. Gen. 12. 3 Num. 24. 9. Job 5. 29 Psa. 61. 15 Pet. 1. 9 7. James 1. 2 3 , 12 Joh. 5. 14 Isa. 13. 2 Psa. 56. 8 Psal. 120. 2 Rom 8. 27 Psal. 20. 5 Psal 4. 7 Psal. 34. all Psal. 76 to 10 verse Prov. 13 12 Psa. 22. 14 Psal. 116. 3 ▪ 14. & 7 , 8 Joh. 15. 13 Psa. 84. 10 Psalm 116 7. Gal. 2 20 Iohn 2 18. Dan. 2 47 Psalm 2. 8. Heb. 1. 2 Prov. 8. 22 , &c. 2 Cor 1. 20. Rom. 5. 8 Deut. 32 4 Isa. 57. 15 Mat. 〈◊〉 . 29. Mal. 3. 2 Psalm 139 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 11 , 12 Rev. 4. 7 Mat. 28. 20 Phil. 2. 6 1 Ioh. 5. 7 Gen. 3 22 ●●●d . 24 Iohn 5. 14 ▪ 15 Gen. 2 2. 3 Heb. 4. 10. Gen. 2. 10 Gen. 4 ▪ 10 Gen. 6. 14 Gen. 8. 21 Gen. 9. 31 Isai. 54. 9 Heb. 3. 2 , 3 Iohn 11 17 2 Cor. 3. 6 , &c. Heb. 7. 26 &c. Heb. 10. 14 Heb. 7. 1● Heb. 9. 2 &c ▪ Num. 17. 8 Col. 1. 17 Isai. 57. 1 Cant. 1. 2 Cant. 1. 2 Cant. 2. 5 Cant. 2. 3 Cant. 5. ● Cant. 1. 5 Cant. 1. 16 Hos. 2. 3 Luke 1. 35 Luke 2. 16 Mat. 2. 13 Luk. 2. 47 Phil. 2. 7 Isai. 8. 18 Isai. 55. 3 Psal. 4. 8 Psal. 61. 2 Mat. 27. 33 Rom. 8 31 Mat. 8. 31 Matth. 4. 1 Matth 4. 1 Heb. 2. 18 Mat. 4. 3 Mat. 46 Mat. 4. 8 Mat. 4. 6 Mat. 4. 10 Luk. 23. 11 Psal. 22. 7 John 1. 11 Mat. 8. 20 Mat. 7. 27 John 4. 5 John 4 ▪ 5 Mat. 2. 37 Iohn 8. ●● Luke 4. 20 Mat. 8. 2● Mat. 26 5● Mat. 26. 65 Joh. 18. 22 Isa. 50. 6 Mat 27. 29 Mat ●7 . 25 Mat. 27. 4 Mat. 16. 24 1 Tim. 2. 12 Ioh. 5. 39 1 Pet. 4. 16 Mat. 15. 19 Psalm 119 116 Mat. 15. 9 Mat. 18. 6 Psal. 56. ● Iohn 13. 1 Mat. 16. 24 Heb. 6. 18 Iohn 6. 37 Iohn 17. 9 Ioh. 10. 28 Ioh. 6. 39 Ioh. 6. 39 Psal. 111 4. Heb. 9 Rom. 8. 9 Rom. 8. 17 Tit. 1 , 1 Rom. 8. 9 Heb. 6. 18 Heb. 6. 13 Isa. 54. 1● Heb. 6. 19 Rom. 8. 28 Mat. 7. 24 Mat. 26. 15 2 Tim. 2. 10 Heb. 6. 1 , 17 18 Iohn 17 9 Rom. 8 34 Heb. 7 25 Rom. 8. 16 Ioh. 10. 28 Heb. 6. 18 Ioh. 10. 11 Ioh. 13. ● Rom , 8. 28 〈◊〉 5. 8 1 Ioh. 4. 19 Ioh. 21. 17 Gal. 2. 20 Psal. 116. 17 Rom. 4. 5 Phil. 2. 7 Gal. 3. 14 Mat. 26. 38 Mat. 27 Isai. 53. 9 Iohn 〈◊〉 . 27 Mat. 2● 3 , 8 Luk 2● . 24 Mat. 27 Mat. 26. 45 Rom. 7. 4 Ioh. 16. 23 Rom. 5. 25 〈◊〉 4. 〈◊〉 5. 10 ●ant . 5 16 Cor. 16 〈◊〉 24 Acts 2. ●4 Rev. 1. 18 ● Cor. 5. 1 Rev. 1. 1● Heb. 1. 1● 1 Cor. 13. 1● 2 Kin. ● . 1● Rev. 22. 2●