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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 eare
To this great cry, and yell.
That shakes the heauens, & moues the earth
And teares the povvers of hell.

2

My god, my god cries Christ
Why 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 thee
That 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 sunne
In 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 sinnes
That causd these groanes, & cries
My eares that heare, are dull, and deafe.
My hart it faynts, & dies.

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What paine didst thou o Christ
For me base vvretch then beare
That thou didst yell, & cry, & roare
In such great greefe, & feare.

7

Wast not that I might nere
Feele god goe from my hart?
Wast not o Christ that I might not
Of hell once feele the smart?