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] |
 |
 | Songs of Sion |  |
17
The sixt straine.
1
My soule giue praise to godMy spright shall doe the same,
And all the parts of hart, and mind
Shall praise for aye his name
2
Giue thankes for all his giftsShevv soule thy selfe most kind,
And let not his good deeds to thee
Once slipp out of thy mind
3
He quitt thee of thy faultsHe rid thy life from death
His good, his grace doth vvaite on thee
His vvord doth giue thee breath
4
If thou vvert brought to graue,And turnd to mould, & dust
Yet he vvill giue thee life in store
As he to thee is iust.
18
5
Teach me then, lord to knovveThy lavve, thy loue, thy lore,
Thy vvorkes, thy vvords, as signes, seals
Ile lay them vp in store
6
O day of ioy to meWhen I learnd first to knovve
Hovve for to scape my selfe, my sinne
And hell that is soe lovve
7
I giue mine all to thee,My bud my branch, my fruite
I beg of thee, o lord, my god
To grant to me my suite.
6. Sighe.
O my god to thy hands I giue my spright thou hast bine a pledge for me and that to death o god. Thou art [illeg.] the god both of my health, life, & rest for aye.
| Songs of Sion | |