A47611:987
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 like as a Refiner doth The Gold and Silver try, We had much dross until thou didst Our Souls, Lord, purify.
1 THou like as a Refiner doth The Gold and Silver try, We had much dross until thou didst Our Souls, Lord, purifie.
2 Into the Furnace we were cast, Which oft is very hot; 'Tis not our Grace i' th' least to waste, But filth which we have got.
3 Afflictions like as fire doth The Gold rarely refine, Purge all our Souls, and we thereby More gloriously may shine:
4 But Dross will not the Fire bear, So some, Lord, cannot stand ⟨p. 134⟩Before thee when thou dost rise up To scourge them with thy hand.