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 third straine.
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Lord turne thee to thy graceThat once thou shewedst to me
O saue me not for my good acts
I seeke, I sue to thee.
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My soule vvhy dost thou faint?And art vvith greefe soe prest?
My hart, my mind, vvhy doe you thus
Fret sore vvithin my brest.
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Trust soule to god for aye,And thou the time shalt see
When thou shalt thinke, & thanke him still
For health, & peace to thee.
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For vvhy his vvrath doth last,A space, and then doth slacke
But in his face, & grace for aye,
Thou canst not ioy long lacke.
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Though gripes, and greefes full soreDoe lodge vvith thee all night
Yet ioy, and grace shal be at hand
Ere that the day be light.
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The lord is kind, and meekeWhen vve doe make him greeue,
He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv,
Great grace he doth vs giue.
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And loe vvhat loue good menTo their ovvne seede doe beare,
Like grace the lord doth shevve to such
As searue him in his feare.
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O that I had vvings like a doue (my svvete loue) that I might fly hence to thee, & so be at rest both in mind, in thought, in hart, in soule, and in mine vvhole.
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