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 second muse.
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O muse my soule sith thou art safe,Get home ene to thy rest,
For god to praise in songs, & psalmes
I hold it for the best.
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My soule hovve canst thou feare to goeIn stepps vvhere Christ hath bine;
He hath to graue led thee the vvay
O then leaue of to sinne.
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For hire of sinne is death, and graueTo death are deepe fell vvayes;
There needs noe kinues, noe cords, noe svvords,
It comes on nights, and dayes.
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One by a slatt, a flye, a grape,One by a bit of meate
One by the ayre, a flovver, a thorne
Comes to his doome so great.
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Why then my soule feare not this death,The sting of it is lost
The bed of graue is svveete, and safe
Through Christ his care, & cost.
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Our sinne made death our foe at lastOur frend Christ hath it made;
By death vve pass the port of rest
When all things else doe fade.
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What if this giude doe lead my corpsThrough graue both darke & fell?
Whiles at that tyme my soule doth liue
And vvith my Christ doth dvvell.
2. Thought.
O my soule ioy, & be glad for thy Christ hath made thee say to death, o death vvhere is thy death, o graue vvhere is thy povver. 1. Cor. 15. 55.
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