Songs of Sion Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W. L. [i.e. William Loe] |
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The fourth dumpe.
ON THE FOURTH WORD.
My god, my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me?
Mat. 27. Vers. 46.
1
O novve my soule giue eareTo this great cry, and yell.
That shakes the heauens, & moues the earth
And teares the povvers of hell.
2
My god, my god cries ChristWhy putts thou me thee fro,
And vvhy, dost hide thy face frō me
As if I vvere thy foe.
3
O soule he cries for theeThat thou maist haue gods light,
And nere be cast in pit full lovve,
And hid out of his sight.
4
This cry did darke the sunneIn full smyle of its beames
O soule doth not it dymme thy sight,
And cause of teares full streames?
5
My soule great is our sinnesThat causd these groanes, & cries
My eares that heare, are dull, and deafe.
My hart it faynts, & dies.
6
What paine didst thou o ChristFor me base vvretch then beare
That thou didst yell, & cry, & roare
In such great greefe, & feare.
7
Wast not that I might nereFeele god goe from my hart?
Wast not o Christ that I might not
Of hell once feele the smart?
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