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 fift muse.
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What losse is this svveet soule to looseThis corps this flesh, this skinn?
When thou shalt vvinn thy god in Christ,
Thy selfe fred from thy sinn.
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When thou shalt see the soules the SainctsIn ioy, in rest, in blisse
Whē thou this vvorld a sea of sinne
A sinke, a stye, shalt misse?
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Of change most blest for thee to knovveTo rid thee of these raggs,
And thy selfe clad in robes of state
In spight of death his brags.
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This skin, this shame, this dust, this dung,This earth, this mire, this clay
Shall shine as sunne in raies of rest
When thou shalt see that day.
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Thine eies that vvere full sad to seeThine oft, and ill done deeds;
Shall then see Christ still in thy sight
Where grace, & good still feeds.
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These eares that heare the ruth & rageOf tongue, as hott as hell;
Shall then the voice of Christ still heare
And saincts vvith him that dvvell.
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And thē this tongue that novv doth plainsOf greefe, of vvoe, of gall
Shall tune a part in that svveet quire
With Christ, vvith saincts, vvith all.
5. Thought.
O my soule thy Christ hath tooke part vvith flesh, & bloud, that by death he might beate dovvne him that had the povver of death. Heb. 2. 14.
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