To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus

I sing the Name which None can sayBut touch’t with An interiour Ray:The Name of our New Peace; our Good:Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood:The Name of All our Lives and Loves.5Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doves!The high-born Brood of Day; you brightCandidates of blissefull Light,The Heirs Elect of Love; whose Names belongUnto The everlasting life of Song;10All ye wise Soules, who in the wealthy BrestOf This unbounded Name build your warm Nest.Awake, My glory. Soul, (if such thou be,And That fair Word at all referr to Thee)Awake and sing15And be All Wing;Bring hither thy whole Self; and let me seeWhat of thy Parent Heaven yet speakes in thee,O thou art PooreOf noble Powres, I see,20And full of nothing else but empty Me,Narrow, and low, and infinitely lesseThen this Great mornings mighty Busynes.One little World or two(Alas) will never doe.25We must have store.Goe, Soul, out of thy Self, and seek for More.Goe and requestGreat Nature for the Key of her huge ChestOf Heavns, the self involving Sett of Sphears30(Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares)Then rouse the nestOf nimble, Art, and traverse roundThe Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound:And beat a summons in the Same35All-soveraign NameTo warn each severall kindAnd shape of sweetnes, Be they suchAs sigh with supple windOr answer Artfull Touch,40That they convene and come awayTo wait at the love-crowned Doores ofThis Illustrious Day.Shall we dare This, my Soul? we’l doe’t and bringNo Other note for’t, but the Name we sing.45Wake Lute and HarpAnd every sweet-lipp’t ThingThat talkes with tunefull string;Start into life, And leap with meInto a hasty Fitt-tun’d Harmony.50Nor must you think it muchT’obey my bolder touch;I have Authority in Love’s name to take youAnd to the worke of Love this morning wake you;Wake; In the Name55Of Him who never sleeps, All Things that Are,Or, what’s the same,Are Musicall;Answer my CallAnd come along;60Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song.Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth,Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heavn on earth;O you, my Soul’s most certain Wings,Complaining Pipes, and prattling Strings,65Bring All the storeOf Sweets you have; And murmur that you have no more.Come, nй to part,Nature and Art!Come; and come strong,70To the conspiracy of our Spatious song.Bring All the Powres of PraiseYour Provinces of well-united Worlds can raise;Bring All your Lutes and Harps of Heaven and Earth;What йre cooperates to The common mirthe75Vessells of vocall Ioyes,Or You, more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise,Cymballs of Heav’n, or Humane sphears,Solliciters of Soules or Eares;And when you’are come, with All80That you can bring or we can call;O may you fixFor ever here, and mixYour selves into the longAnd everlasting series of a deathlesse Song;85Mix All your many Worlds, Above,And loose them into One of Love.Chear thee my Heart!For Thou too hast thy PartAnd Place in the Great Throng90Of This unbounded All-imbracing Song.Powres of my Soul, be Proud!And speake lowdTo All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name,And in the wealth of one Rich Word proclaim95New Similes to Nature.May it be no wrongBlest Heavns, to you, and your Superiour song,That we, dark Sons of Dust and Sorrow,A while Dare borrow100The Name of Your Dilights and our Desires,And fitt it to so farr inferior Lyres.Our Murmurs have their Musick too,Ye mighty Orbes, as well as you,Nor yeilds the noblest Nest105Of warbling Seraphim to the eares of Love,A choicer Lesson then the joyfull BrestOf a poor panting Turtle-Dove.And we, low Wormes have leave to doeThe Same bright Busynes (ye Third Heavens) with you.110Gentle Spirits, doe not complain.We will have careTo keep it fair,And send it back to you again.Come, lovely Name! Appeare from forth the Bright115Regions of peacefull Light,Look from thine own Illustrious Home,Fair King of Names, and come.Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest,And give thy Self a while The gracious Guest120Of humble Soules, that seek to findThe hidden SweetsWhich man’s heart meetsWhen Thou art Master of the Mind.Come, lovely Name; life of our hope!125Lo we hold our Hearts wide ope!Unlock thy Cabinet of DayDearest Sweet, and come away.Lo how the thirsty LandsGasp for thy Golden Showres! with longstretch’t Hands.130Lo how the laboring EarthThat hopes to beAll Heaven by Thee,Leapes at thy Birth.The’ attending World, to wait thy Rise,135First turn’d to eyes;And then, not knowing what to doe;Turn’d Them to Teares, and spent Them too.Come Royall Name, and pay the expenceOf all this Pretious Patience.140O come awayAnd kill the Death of This Delay.O see, so many Worlds of barren yearesMelted and measur’d out is Seas of Teares.O see, The Weary liddes of wakefull Hope145(Love’s Eastern windowes) All wide opeWith Curtains drawn,To catch The Day-break of Thy Dawn.O dawn, at last, long look’t for Day!Take thine own wings, and come away.150Lo, where Aloft it comes! It comes, AmongThe Conduct of Adoring Spirits, that throngLike diligent Bees, And swarm about it.O they are wise;And know what Sweetes are suck’t from out it.155It is the Hive,By which they thrive,Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes.Lo where it comes, upon The snowy Dove’sSoft Back; And brings a Bosom big with Loves.160Welcome to our dark world, ThouWomb of Day!Unfold thy fair Conceptions; And displayThe Birth of our Bright Ioyes.O thou compacted165Body of Blessings: spirit of Soules extracted!O dissipate thy spicy Powres(Clowd of condensed sweets) and break upon usIn balmy showrs;O fill our senses, And take from us170All force of so Prophane a FallacyTo think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee.Fair, flowry Name; In none but TheeAnd Thy Nectareall Fragrancy,Hourly there meetes175An universall Synod of All sweets;By whom it is defined ThusThat no PerfumeFor ever shall presumeTo passe for Odoriferous,180But such alone whose sacred PedigreeCan prove it Self some kin (sweet name) to Thee.Sweet Name, in Thy each SyllableA Thousand Blest Arabias dwell;A Thousand Hills of Frankincense;185Mountains of myrrh, and Beds of species,And ten Thousand Paradises,The soul that tasts thee takes from thence.How many unknown Worlds there areOf Comforts, which Thou hast in keeping!190How many Thousand Mercyes thereIn Pitty’s soft lap ly a sleeping!Happy he who has the artTo awake them,And to take them195Home, and lodge them in his Heart.O that it were as it was wont to be!When thy old Freinds of Fire, All full of Thee,Fought against Frowns with smiles; gave Glorious chaseTo Persecutions; And against the Face200Of Death and feircest Dangers, durst with BraveAnd sober pace march on to meet A Grave.On their Bold Brests about the world they bore theeAnd to the Teeth of Hell stood up to teach thee,In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee,205Where Rackes and Torments striv’d, in vain, to reach thee.Little, alas, thought TheyWho tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds,Their Fury but made wayFor Thee; And serv’d them in Thy glorious ends.210What did Their weapons but with wider poresInlarge thy flaming-brested LoversMore freely to transpireThat impatient FireThe Heart that hides Thee hardly covers.215What did their Weapons but sett wide the DooresFor Thee: Fair, purple Doores, of love’s devising;The Ruby windowes which inrich’t the EastOf Thy so oft repeated Rising.Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning;220And reinthron’d thee in thy Rosy Nest,With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning,It was the witt of love уreflowd the BoundsOf Wrath, and made thee way through All Those wounds.Wellcome dear, All-Adored Name!225For sure there is no KneeThat knowes not Thee.Or if there be such sonns of shame,Alas what will they doeWhen stubborn Rocks shall bow230And Hills hang down their Heavn-saluting HeadsTo seek for humble BedsOf Dust, where in the Bashfull shades of nightNext to their own low Nothing they may ly,And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty.235They that by Love’s mild Dictate nowWill not adore thee,Shall Then with Just Confusion, bowAnd break before thee.