A47611:747
Spiritual melody
Spiritual melody, containing near three hundred sacred hymns. By Benjamin Keach, author of Trhopolgia, pastor of the Church of Christ meeting on Horsly-down, Southwark
London: printed for John Hancock, 1691
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
1 Thou art the Root from whence we sprung Who are thy chosen ones; Till we were grafted into thee, We were like to dry bones.
1 THou art the Root from whence we sprung Who are thy chosen ones; Till we were grafted into thee, We were like to dry bones.
2 The Root of Grace and Nature too Art thou we do espy; Not only Man, but God also, We never will deny
3 The top-stone of thy glory great: All things by thee were made, And at thy word at the last day They all again shall fade.
4 Ah! in this Root what sap is there? The branches shall be fed; Come drooping Saints be of good cheer, Lift up with joy your head:
4 Ah! in this Root what sap is there? The branches shall be fed; Come drooping Saints be of good chear, Lift up with joy your head: