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I sing the Name which None can say	A
But touch t with An interiour Ray	A
The Name of our New Peace our Good	B
Our Blisse and Supernaturall Blood	C
The Name of All our Lives and Loves	D
Hearken And Help ye holy Doves	D
The high born Brood of Day you bright	E
Candidates of blissefull Light	E
The Heirs Elect of Love whose Names belong	F
Unto The everlasting life of Song	F
All ye wise Soules who in the wealthy Brest	G
Of This unbounded Name build your warm Nest	G
Awake My glory Soul if such thou be	H
And That fair Word at all referr to Thee	H
Awake and sing	I
And be All Wing	I
Bring hither thy whole Self and let me see	H
What of thy Parent Heaven yet speakes in thee	H
O thou art Poore	J
Of noble Powres I see	H
And full of nothing else but empty Me	H
Narrow and low and infinitely lesse	H
Then this Great mornings mighty Busynes	H
One little World or two	K
Alas will never doe	L
We must have store	M
Goe Soul out of thy Self and seek for More	M
Goe and request	G
Great Nature for the Key of her huge Chest	G
Of Heavns the self involving Sett of Sphears	H
Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares	H
Then rouse the nest	G
Of nimble Art and traverse round	N
The Aiery Shop of soul appeasing Sound	N
And beat a summons in the Same	O
All soveraign Name	O
To warn each severall kind	P
And shape of sweetnes Be they such	Q
As sigh with supple wind	P
Or answer Artfull Touch	Q
That they convene and come away	A
To wait at the love crowned Doores of	R
This Illustrious Day	A
Shall we dare This my Soul we l doe t and bring	I
No Other note for t but the Name we sing	I
Wake Lute and Harp	S
And every sweet lipp t Thing	I
That talkes with tunefull string	I
Start into life And leap with me	H
Into a hasty Fitt tun d Harmony	H
Nor must you think it much	Q
T obey my bolder touch	Q
I have Authority in Love s name to take you	K
And to the worke of Love this morning wake you	K
Wake In the Name	O
Of Him who never sleeps All Things that Are	T
Or what s the same	O
Are Musicall	U
Answer my Call	U
And come along	F
Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song	F
Come ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth	V
Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heavn on earth	V
O you my Soul s most certain Wings	H
Complaining Pipes and prattling Strings	H
Bring All the store	M
Of Sweets you have And murmur that you have no more	M
Come n to part	W
Nature and Art	W
Come and come strong	F
To the conspiracy of our Spatious song	F
Bring All the Powres of Praise	H
Your Provinces of well united Worlds can raise	H
Bring All your Lutes and Harps of Heaven and Earth	V
What re cooperates to The common mirthe	V
Vessells of vocall Ioyes	H
Or You more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise	H
Cymballs of Heav n or Humane sphears	H
Solliciters of Soules or Eares	H
And when you are come with All	U
That you can bring or we can call	U
O may you fix	H
For ever here and mix	H
Your selves into the long	F
And everlasting series of a deathlesse Song	F
Mix All your many Worlds Above	R
And loose them into One of Love	R
Chear thee my Heart	W
For Thou too hast thy Part	W
And Place in the Great Throng	F
Of This unbounded All imbracing Song	F
Powres of my Soul be Proud	X
And speake lowd	X
To All the dear bought Nations This Redeeming Name	O
And in the wealth of one Rich Word proclaim	O
New Similes to Nature	Y
May it be no wrong	F
Blest Heavns to you and your Superiour song	F
That we dark Sons of Dust and Sorrow	L
A while Dare borrow	L
The Name of Your Dilights and our Desires	H
And fitt it to so farr inferior Lyres	H
Our Murmurs have their Musick too	X
Ye mighty Orbes as well as you	X
Nor yeilds the noblest Nest	X
Of warbling Seraphim to the eares of Love	R
A choicer Lesson then the joyfull Brest	X
Of a poor panting Turtle Dove	R
And we low Wormes have leave to doe	L
The Same bright Busynes ye Third Heavens with you	X
Gentle Spirits doe not complain	Z
We will have care	A2
To keep it fair	A2
And send it back to you again	B2
Come lovely Name Appeare from forth the Bright	X
Regions of peacefull Light	X
Look from thine own Illustrious Home	C2
Fair King of Names and come	D2
Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest	X
And give thy Self a while The gracious Guest	X
Of humble Soules that seek to find	X
The hidden Sweets	H
Which man s heart meets	H
When Thou art Master of the Mind	X
Come lovely Name life of our hope	E2
Lo we hold our Hearts wide ope	E2
Unlock thy Cabinet of Day	X
Dearest Sweet and come away	X
Lo how the thirsty Lands	H
Gasp for thy Golden Showres with longstretch t Hands	H
Lo how the laboring Earth	V
That hopes to be	H
All Heaven by Thee	H
Leapes at thy Birth	V
The attending World to wait thy Rise	H
First turn d to eyes	H
And then not knowing what to doe	L
Turn d Them to Teares and spent Them too	X
Come Royall Name and pay the expence	H
Of all this Pretious Patience	H
O come away	X
And kill the Death of This Delay	X
O see so many Worlds of barren yeares	H
Melted and measur d out is Seas of Teares	H
O see The Weary liddes of wakefull Hope	E2
Love s Eastern windowes All wide ope	E2
With Curtains drawn	F2
To catch The Day break of Thy Dawn	F2
O dawn at last long look t for Day	X
Take thine own wings and come away	X
Lo where Aloft it comes It comes Among	G2
The Conduct of Adoring Spirits that throng	F
Like diligent Bees And swarm about it	X
O they are wise	H
And know what Sweetes are suck t from out it	X
It is the Hive	H2
By which they thrive	H2
Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes	H
Lo where it comes upon The snowy Dove s	H
Soft Back And brings a Bosom big with Loves	H
Welcome to our dark world Thou	V
Womb of Day	X
Unfold thy fair Conceptions And display	X
The Birth of our Bright Ioyes	H
O thou compacted	X
Body of Blessings spirit of Soules extracted	X
O dissipate thy spicy Powres	H
Clowd of condensed sweets and break upon us	H
In balmy showrs	H
O fill our senses And take from us	H
All force of so Prophane a Fallacy	H
To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee	H
Fair flowry Name In none but Thee	H
And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy	H
Hourly there meetes	H
An universall Synod of All sweets	H
By whom it is defined Thus	H
That no Perfume	I2
For ever shall presume	I2
To passe for Odoriferous	H
But such alone whose sacred Pedigree	H
Can prove it Self some kin sweet name to Thee	H
Sweet Name in Thy each Syllable	U
A Thousand Blest Arabias dwell	U
A Thousand Hills of Frankincense	H
Mountains of myrrh and Beds of species	H
And ten Thousand Paradises	H
The soul that tasts thee takes from thence	H
How many unknown Worlds there are	T
Of Comforts which Thou hast in keeping	I
How many Thousand Mercyes there	A2
In Pitty s soft lap ly a sleeping	I
Happy he who has the art	X
To awake them	J2
And to take them	J2
Home and lodge them in his Heart	X
O that it were as it was wont to be	H
When thy old Freinds of Fire All full of Thee	H
Fought against Frowns with smiles gave Glorious chase	H
To Persecutions And against the Face	H
Of Death and feircest Dangers durst with Brave	K2
And sober pace march on to meet A Grave	K2
On their Bold Brests about the world they bore thee	H
And to the Teeth of Hell stood up to teach thee	H
In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee	H
Where Rackes and Torments striv d in vain to reach thee	H
Little alas thought They	X
Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds	H
Their Fury but made way	X
For Thee And serv d them in Thy glorious ends	H
What did Their weapons but with wider pores	H
Inlarge thy flaming brested Lovers	H
More freely to transpire	Y
That impatient Fire	Y
The Heart that hides Thee hardly covers	H
What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores	H
For Thee Fair purple Doores of love s devising	I
The Ruby windowes which inrich t the East	X
Of Thy so oft repeated Rising	I
Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning	I
And reinthron d thee in thy Rosy Ne	H