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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 first Prayer.

Eph. 1. 16.

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I cease not to giue thankes to thee
O god my god most iust
For all thy gifts of grace, & loue
To vs that liue in dust

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And lord I craue a glympse of light
In Christ my lord thy sonne
That so my faith may see that sight,
And to it still may runne.

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That I may knovve thy becke thy call
My hope, my helpe, my all.
That I may haue thy povver, & strength
To helpe me vvhen I fall.

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For thou o god hast made vs see
What thou hast vvrought in loue
For thy svveete spouse thy church thy vvife
Thy ioy, thy simle, thy doue.

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For thou hast set our Christ, o god
At thy right hand to shine
And thou to that place vvilt vs bring
For that deare loue of thine.

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O god thou laidst my Christ full lovve
With in the earth so darke
But thou didst raise him vp on high
And settst him as a marke.

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On vvhich vve fixe our eies of faith
Our harts, our minds, our loue
O bring vs all to him svveete god
That is our deere, our doue.

O god my hart is fixt on thee, and my tongue shall sing, & giue praise to thy name for aye. Psal. 108. 1.