That healing shaft, which Heav'n till now

Has in Love's quiver hid for you.

O dart of Love! arrow of light!

O happy you, if it hit right;
It must not fall in vain, it must
Not mark the dry regardless dust.
Fair one, it is your fate; and brings
Eternal words upon its wings.

Meet it with wide-spread arms; and see
It's seat your soul's just centre be.
Disband dull fears; giue faith the day,
To save your life, kill your delay;
It is Love's siege, and sure to be
Your triumph, though his victory."
'Tis cowardice that keeps this field,
And want of courage not to yield.
Yield then, O yield, that Love may win
The fort at last, and let life in.
Yield quickly, lest perhaps you prove
Death's prey, before the prize of Love.
This fort of your fair self, if 't be not won,
He is repuls'd indeed, but you're undone.

TO THE NAME Above eveRY NAME, THE NAME OF JESUS.

A HYMN.

I SING the name which none can say
But touch'd with an interior ray;
The name of our new peace; our good:
Our bliss, and supernatural blood:
The name of all our lives and loves.
Hearken, and help, ye holy doves,
The high-born brood of day, you bright
Candidates of blissful light,

The heirs elect of love; whose names belong
Unto the everlasting life of song;

All ye wise souls, who in the wealthy breast
Of this unbounded name build your warm nest.
Awake, my glory, soul, (if such thou be,
And that fair word at all refer to thee)
Awake and sing,

And be all wing;

Bring hither thy whole self; and let me see, What of thy parent Heav'n yet speaks in thee.

O thou art poor

Of noble pow'rs, I see,

And full of nothing else but empty me,
Narrow, and low, and infinitely less
Than this great morning's mighty business.
One little world or two
(Alas) will never do;
We must have store.

Go, soul, out of thy self, and seek for more,
Go and request

Great Nature for the key of her huge chest
Of Heav'ns, the self-involving set of spheres,
(Which dull mortality more feels then hears)
Then rouse the nest

Of nimble art, and traverse round
The airy shop of soul-appeasing sound:
And beat a summons in the same
All-sovereign name,

To warn each several kind
And shape of sweetness, be they such
As sigh with supple wind,
Or answer artful touch,

That they convene and come away

To wait at the love-crowned doors of that
Illustrious day.

Shall we dare this, my soul? we'll do't and bring
No other note for't, but the name we sing.
Wake, lute and harp,

And every sweet-lipp'd thing
That talks with tuneful string,
Start into life, and leap with me
Into a hasty fit-tun'd harmony.

Nor must you think it much
Tobey my bolder touch;

I have authority in Love's name to take you,
And to the work of love this morning wake you;
Wake; in the name

Of him who never sleeps, all things that are,
Or, what's the same,
Are musical;

Nature and art!

Come, and come strong,

To the conspiracy of our spacious song.

Bring all the pow'rs of praise
Your provinces of well-united worlds can raise;
Bring all your lutes and harps of Heav'n and Earth;
What e'er cooperates to the common mirth,
Vessels of vocal joys,

Or you, more noble architects of intellectual noise,
Cymbals of Heav'n, or human spheres,
Solicitors of souls or ears,

And when you are come, with all

That you can bring or we can call;

O may you fix

For ever here, and mix

Your selves into the long

And everlasting series of a deathless song;
Mix all your many worlds, above,

And loose them into one of love.

Cheer thee, my heart!

For thou too hast thy part
And place in the great throng

Of this unbounded all-embracing song.
Pow'rs of my sout, be proud!
And speak loud

To all the dear-bought nations this redeeming name,
And in the wealth of one rich word proclaim
New similies to Nature.

May it be no wrong

Blest Heav'ns, to you, and you superior song,
That we, dark sons of dust and sorrow,
A while dare borrow

The name of your delights and our desires,
And fit it to so far inferior lyres.

Our murmurs have their music too,
Ye mighty orbs, as well as you,

Nor yields the noblest nest

Of warbling Seraphim to the ears of love,
A choicer lesson than the joyful breast
Of a poor panting turtle-dove,
And we, low worms, have leave to do
The same bright business (ye third Heav'ns) with

Gentle spirits, do not complain;

We will have care

To keep it fair,

And send it back to you again.

Regions of peaceful light;

Look from thine own illustrious home,

Fair king of names, and come:

Leave all thy native glories in their gorgeous nest,
And give thy self a while the gracious guest
Of humble souls, that seek to find

The hidden sweets

Which man's heart meets

When thou art master of the mind.
Come, lovely name; life of our hope!
Lo we hold our hearts wide ope!
Unlock thy cabinet of day

Dearest sweet, and come away.

Lo how the thirsty lands

Gasp for thy golden showrs! with long stretch'd

Lo how the labouring Earth

That hopes to be

All Heaven by thee,

Leaps at thy birth.

Th' attending world, to wait thy rise,

First turn'd to eyes;

And then, not knowing what to do,

Turn'd them to tears, and spent them too. Come, royal name; and pay th' expense Of all this precious patience.

O come away,

And kill the death of this delay.
O see so many worlds of barren years
Melted and measur'd out in seas of tears.
O see the weary lids of wakeful hope
(Love's eastern windows) all wide ope
With curtains drawn,

[hands.

To catch the day-break of thy dawn.
O dawn, at last, long-look'd for day!
Take thine own wings and come away.
Lo, where aloft it comes! It comes among
The conduct of adoring spirits, that throng
Like diligent bees, and swarm about it.

O they are wise,

And know what sweets are suck'd from out it. It is the hive

To thee, the world's great universal East;
The general and indifferent day.

1. All-circling point, all-centring sphere,
The world's one, round, eternal year,

2. Whose full and all-unwrinkled face
Nor sinks nor swells with time or place;
3. But every where, and every while,
Is one consistent solid smile;
1. Not vext and tost

2. "Twixt spring and frost, 5. Nor by alternate shreds of light Sordidly shifting hands with shades and night. CHO. O little all, in thy embrace

The world lies warm, and likes his place;
Nor does his full globe fail to be
Kiss'd on both his cheeks by thee:
Time is too narrow for thy year

Nor makes the whole world thy half sphere.
1. To thee, to thee

From him we flee.

2. From him, whom by a more illustrious lie, The blindness of the world did call the eye;

3. To him, who by these mortal clouds hast made Thy self our Sun, though thine own shade. 1. Farewel, the world's false light;

Farewel, the white

Egypt, a long farewel to thee

Bright idol, black idolatry.

The dire face of inferior darkness, kist

And courted in the pompous mask of a more
2. Farewel, farewel [specious mist.
The proud and misplac'd gates of Hell,
Perch'd in the morning's way,
And double gilded as the doors of day;
The deep hypocrisy of death and night
More desperately dark, because more bright.
3. Welcome the world's sure way;
Heav'n's wholsome ray.

CHO. Welcome to us; and we

(Sweet) to our selves, in thee.

1. The deathless heir of all thy father's day;

2. Decently born,

Embosom'd in a much more rosy morn, The blushes of thy all-unblemish'd mother. 3. No more that other

Aurora shall set ope

Her ruby casements, or hereafter hope From mortal eyes

To meet religious welcomes at her rise.

CHO. We (precious ones) in you have won
A gentler morn, a juster sun.

1. His superficial beams sun-burnt our skin;
2. But left within

3. The night and winter still of death and sin. CHO. Thy softer yet more certain darts

Spare our eyes, but pierce our hearts. 1. Therefore with his proud Persian spoils 2. We court thy more concerning smiles. 3. Therefore with his disgrace

We gild the humble cheek of this chaste place; CHO. And at thy feet pour forth his face. 1. The doating nations now no more

Shall any day but thine adore.

2. Nor (much less) shall they leave these eyes For cheap Egyptian deities.

3. In whatsoe'er more sacred shape

Of ram, he-goat, or reverend ape,

Those beautious ravishers opprest so sore

The too-hard-tempted nations:

1. Never more

Guilty of being much for them too good. 1. Proud sons of death that durst compel Heav'n it self to find them Hell;

2. And by strange wit of madness wrest
From this world's East the other's West.
3. All idolizing worms, that thus could crowd
And urge their Sun into thy cloud;
Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be
A long deliquium to the light of thee.
CHO. Alas with how much heavier shade
The shamefac'd lamp hung down his head,
For that one eclipse he made,
Than all those he suffered!

1. For this he look'd so big, and every morn
With a red face confest this scorn;

Or hiding his vext cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so unkindly kist. 2. It was for this the day did rise

So oft with blubber'd eyes.

For this the evening wept; and we ne'er knew
But call'd it dew.

CHO. And Nature's wrongs rejoice to do thee right. 3. That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay

All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day;
And the great penitent press his own pale lips
With an elaborate love-eclipse,

To which the low world's laws

Shall lend no cause,

CHO. Save those domestic which he borrows

From our sins and bis own sorrows.

1. Three sad hours' sackcloth then shall show to us His penance, as our fault, conspicuous. 2. And he more needfully and nobly prove

The nation's terrour now than erst their love: 3. Their hated loves chang'd into wholsome fears. CHO. The shutting of his eye shall open theirs. 1. As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day

Mis-led before they lost their way,
So shall they, by the seasonable fright
Of an unseasonable night,

Losing it once again, stumble on true light:
And as before his too-bright eye

Was their more blind idolatry,

So his officious blindness now shall be

Their black, but faithful perspective of thee.

3. His new prodigious night,

Their new and admirable light;

The supernatural dawn of thy pure day,
While wondring they

(The happy converts now of him

Whom they compell'd before to be their sin)

Shall henceforth see

To kiss him only as their rod

Whom they so long courted as God,

CHO. And their best use of him they worshipp'd be
To learn, of him at least, to worship thee.
1. It was their weakness woo'd his beauty;
But it shall be

Their wisdom now, as well as duty,

T' enjoy his blot; and as a large black letter
Use it to spell thy beauties better;

And make the night it self their torch to thee. 2. By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch'd in that conscious shade

The right ey'd Areopagite
Shall with a vigorous guess invade
And catch thy quick reflex; and sharply see
On this dark ground

To descant thee.

3. O price of the rich spirit! with that fierce chase Of this strong soul, shall he

Leap at thy lofty face,

And seize the swift flash, in rebound
From this obsequious cloud,

Once call'd a Sun,

Till dearly thus undone;

cao. Till thus triumphantly tam'd (O ye two Twin-suns!) and taught now to negotiate you. 1. Thus shall that reverend child of light, 2. By being scholar first of that new night, Come forth great master of the mystic day; S. And teach obscure mankind a more close way, By the frugal negative light

Of a most wise and well-abused night,

2. His glittering robe, 3 His sparkling crown,
1. His gold, 2. His mirrh, 3. His frankincence,
CHO. To which he now has no pretence.

For being show'd by this day's light, how far
He is from Sun enough to make thy star,
His best ambition now, is but to be
Something a brighter shadow (sweet) of thee;
Or on Heav'n's azure forehead high to stand
Thy golden index; with a duteous hand
Pointing us home to our own Sun
The world's and his hyperion.

race,

These royal sages sue for decent place.
The day-break of the nations; their first ray,
When the dark world dawn'd into Christian day.
And smil'd i'th' babe's bright face, the purpling bud
And rosy dawn of the right royal blood;
Fair first-fruits of the Lamb; sure kings in this,
They took a kingdom while they gave a kiss:
But the world's homage, scarce in these well blown,
We read in you (rare queen) ripe and full grown.
For from this day's rich seed of diadems
Does rise a radiant crop of royal stems,
A golden harvest of crown'd heads, that meet
And crowd for kisses from the Lamb's white feet.
In this illustrious throng, your lofty flood
Swells high, fair confluence of all bigh-born bloɔd!
With your bright head whose groves of sceptres bend
Their wealthy tops; and for these feet contend.

So swore the Lamb's dread sire, and so we see't, Crowns, and the heads they kiss, must court these

feet. Fix here, fair majesty! may your heart ne'er miss To reap new crowns and kingdoms from that kiss ; Nor may we miss the joy to meet in you The aged honours of this day still new. May the great time, in you, still greater be While all the year is your Epiphany, While your each day's devotion duly brings Three kingdoms to supply this day's three kings.

FOR THE HOUR OF PRIMÉ.

THE VERSICLE.
LORD, by thy sweet and saving sign,

THE RESPONSOR.
Defend us from our foes and thine.
VER. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.
RES. And my mouth shall declare thy praise.
VER. O God, make speed to save me.
RES. O Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory be to, &c.
As it was in, &c.

THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSS:

THE HYMN.

FOR THE HOUR OF MATINS.

THE VERSICLE.
LORD, by thy sweet and saving sign,

THE RESPONSORY.
Defend us from our foes and thine.
VER. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.
Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise.
ver. O God, make speed to save me.
RES. O Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory be to the Father,
and to the Son,

and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall

be, world without end. Amen.

The early prime blushcs to say
She could not rise so soon, as they
Callid Pilate up, to try if he
Could lend them any cruelty. (with lyes,

Their hands with lashes arm'd, their tongues And loathsome spittle blot those beanteous eyes, The blissful springs of joy, from whose all-cheering ray

[self drinks day. The fair stars fill their wakeful fires, the Sun him

THE ANTIPHON.
Victorious sign
That now dost shine,

Transcrib'd above
Into the land of light and love ;

Olet us twine
Our roots with thine,

That we may rise
Upon thy wings and reach the skies.

TUE VERSICLE.
Lo we adore thee,
Dread Lamb ! and fall
Thus low before thee.

THE RESPONSOR.
'Cause by the covenant of thy cross
Thou hast sav'd at once the whole world's loss,

THE HYMN.

The wakeful matins haste to sing
The unknown sorrows of our King,
The Father's word and wisdom, made
Man, for man, by man's betray'd ;
The world's price set to sale, and by the bold
Merchants of death and sin, is bought and sold;
Of his best friends (yea of himself) forsaken,
By his worst foes (because he would) besieg'd and
taken.

THE ANTIPHOX.
All hail, fair tree,
Whose fruit we be.
What song shall raise
'Thy seemly praise.

Who brought'st to light
Life out of death, day out of night.

THE PRAYER. O my Lord Jesu Christ, Son of the living God! interpose, I pray thee, thine own precious death, thy cross and passion, between my soul and thy judgment, now and in the hour of my death. and vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead, remission and rest; to thy church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

THE VERSICLE, Lo, we adore thee, Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before thee;

THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the covenant of thy cross, Thon hast sav'd at once the whole world's loss.

TNE PRAYER,

O my Lord Jesu Christ, Son of the living God! interpose, I pray thee, thine own precious death, thy cross and passion, betwixt my soul and thy judginent, now and in the hour of my death. And vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead, remission and rest : to thy church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

THE THIRD.

THE VERSICLE.
LORD, by thy sweet and saving siga,

THE RESPONSOR.
Defend us from our foes and thine.
ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord,
TES. And my mouth shall declare thy praise
VER. O God, make speed to save me.
RES. O Lord, make haste to help me.
VER. Glory be to, &c.
RES, As it was in the, &c.