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 muse.
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Shrinke not deare soule at sight of deathNor faint thou at gods call
Hovve oft hast thou hard bells to passe
For frends, for foes, for all.
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Hovve oft hast thou the sicke bede seeneOf vvights in woe most rife
Hovve oft haue things bine done to death
And all to giue thee life.
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And canst thou hope that some vvay elseFor thee is made in sence
Whē kings, & Prests, & rich, & poore
And all must thus goe hence
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Passe on my soule, & sing, & ioyIn god that makes the graue,
A place for thee to pass to bliss
And knovves vvhat thou vvouldst haue.
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Hovve oft hast thou seene eies fall closedAnd heard by dint of svvord
Hovve oft vaine men in field haue fought
In fence of a vaine vvord
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What thē novve dost thou feare my souleThe stage of death is bed,
And graue that rests our bones in peace
That here on earth haue fed
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Let them feare death vvhose hart, & mindIs more sicke thē their face
Hovve canst thou feare since novve thy Christ
Hath shed his bloud for grace.
4. Thought.
O giue me light that am set in a darke place, & shade of death, and giude, me by thy good grace o Christ to the vvay of peace. Luck. 1. 79.
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