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 sixt muse.
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Novve vvhat is death thē say my souleIst not a sleepe in graue?
They that did feele the vvorst of it
The stile of sleepe it gaue.
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And aske thy corps, o my svveet souleWhē full vvith toyle of day,
If it hath not bine glad to rest
As cloyd vvith a foule vvay.
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And novve in this svveete sleepe of deathThou art sure to be blest
Why like a child vvilt thou not goe
To this thy bed thy rest?
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Didst thou ere see a bird in cage,Sitt still vvith in the grate?
That might flie foorth to vvoods, to groues
To meete his loue, his mate?
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Did Paule vvhen god his gyues had burstAnd rid him out of iayle?
Crie out, & say, not yet o lord
I doe not like this bayle.
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Paule slepte tvvixt tvvo that did him keepeBut vvhē that he vvas free
And rid frō iayle did he once turne
To iayle those bonds to see.
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O my svveete soule didst ere thou seeAt sea men sing their songs?
And vvhē to lād they cāe did greeue
And tell their frends of vvrongs.
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O heare me o lord, my god, & giue light to mine eies least I sleepe the sleep of death. Psal. 30. 3.
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