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 seuenth muse.
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Hast thou o soule no mind to restIn all thy paine, and toyle?
But vvilt thou still goe on, & drudge
By lott on sea, on soyle.
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Hovve oft haue vvights in vvoe, & greefeBought death to ease their paine
Hath death found thee, & vvilt thou not
To goe from greefe be faine
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Doth name of death the fright my souleWhat if mē call sleepe death
Wilt thou be fraid to close thine eies
Or feare to loose thy breath.
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What hurt vvill cōe to thee by thatThe first man vvas in sleepe
Whē god a vvife made him for helpe
The man in ioy to keepe.
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And vvhat if novve thy god for [illeg.]Whilst thou dost sleepe in [illeg.]
Doth make thy soule a spouse to [illeg.]
His face, his grace to haue[illeg.]
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My death o soule but parts the frēdsThat each hath led the vvay,
And novve shake hands but for a space
Till meete in rest thy may.
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Goe then my soule to this sure gainePart vvith a frend a space
The tyme vvill come vvhen this dust
Shall see thy Christ his face.
7. Thought.
The due of sinne my soule is death & graue, & hell. but the gift of god is life, ioy, and blisse by Christ my lord, & god Rom, 6. 13.
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