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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 sixt Prayer.

Ro. 16. 24.

1

The grace of god be all my giude
His povver be all my staye
His strength eke be to me a staffe
By night, & eke by day,

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For he it is that hath me taught
That vvhich the vvorld nere knevve
Till Christ our lord vvas made to vs
Our lord, our god in vevve.

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To god in hymnes still vvill I sing
His praise is all my mirth
The vvorld shall sett him forth in praise.
In all parts of the earth.

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If there be vvight that liues in life
And doth not loue our god
Let him tast of the lord of hosts
His curse, his vvrath, his rod

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But let the loue of god, & grace
Of Christ, be vvith you all
That loue, & looke, & long for him
To rid vs of our thrall.

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And let our god that brought from death
Our Christ, our grace, our blisse
Set vs vvith saincts in ioy, in light
Where as our Christ novve is.

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So shall vve tūe in that svveete quire
Midst of those saincts in rest,
And see his saincts in light of light
And so for aye be blest.

O god let them that hate thee flie from thy sight as the mist doth from the sunne, but let them that loue thee be glad, & ioy in thee. Psal. 68. 1.