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 eight muse.
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Tell me my soule vvas thou not lothAt first to ioyne vvith me?
Why novve art loth to part vvith that,
Which much vvoe letts thee see.
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Dost thou not heare the vvise to say,The day of death is cheefe;
And is more good then day of birth
Which brings thee vvoe, & greefe,
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Dost not thou trust the vvise mans vvordsOn throne in state in glee,
That thus did say of death, & birth
Then harke thou once to me.
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The lord of life that knevve deaths forceDoth say that they are blest
That die in god, our lord, our Christ
And from their vvoes haue rest.
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O death hovve svveete is that thy restTo vvights in vale of teares
Hovve svveete is thy grim face to those
That liue in vvoe, & feares?
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O soule vvhat man is so fell mad,And so in soule cast dovvne?
To hide himselfe in base things here
To loose by them a crovvne
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My soule then see, & say in fineWith men of gods ovvne lore.
For me to die it is more good
Then liue on this ville shore.
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O my soule if by one mans sinne death did raigne by one, much more they vvhich haue much grace, & the gift of faith shall raigne in life by one Christ my lord and god. Rom. 5. 17.
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