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 first muse.
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O eare soule thou hast thought of thy endAnd novve muse on the vvay,
The first part is a life vvell spent,
The last is deaths doomes day.
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Shall I call that the vvay of vvoeBy vvhich vve passe to blisse?
O sure there is noe vvay but that
To bring me vvhere Christ is.
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And vvhat is death novve dost thou thinke?But dovvne vvith all the stickes,
Of vvhich this earth, & tent of ours
Is made, that gainst god kickes.
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Death is the farevvell of old frends,Till they meete to be blest,
Death is the iudge to quitt frō iayle,
The soule that longs for rest.
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Death makes the corps of clay to sleepBut vvakes the soule to see,
Death payes the debte, & teares the bone
And all to sett thee free.
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There is a death of deaths my souleThe death of hell, and vvoe,
But Christ his death hath payd for that
His vvord doth tell thee soe.
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O Christ my soule doth thinke on theeAnd thankes thee day, and night
That thou hast rid me frō this death
By thy great povver, and might.
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Thy Christ o soule hath set them free vvho through feare of death vvere all their life time in bonds and thrall. Heb. 2. 15.
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