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 straine.
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The lord that made me knovvesMy shape my mould my lust
Hovve vveake, hovve vaine, hovve fraile, hovve fond,
And that I am but dust.
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O god in me set vpA pure hart in thy sight,
And eke in all my parts let be
A good, and meeke svveete spright
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With thy svveete spright of povverCure thou o lord my sore,
And I shall teach the good, and ill
To bovve to thy svvete lore.
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My soule doth pant, and brayMine hart is neere at rest
But seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill,
And vvhat may please thee best.
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O vvould it might thee pleaseMy vvaies to sett in right
That I might both in hart, and deed.
Thy lavves to keepe in sight.
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O lord I doe tend stillMy daies, my time to serue
That I, nor miē may haue a thought
From thy lavves once to svverue
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O saue me then o god,Looke on me vvith thy health
For that I rate at such a price
More thē the vvide vvorlds wealth
4. Sighe.
O let the vvords of my mouth, the thoughts of my hart, the tune of my voice, & touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne, Eue, & none daye.
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