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 Song.
The spouse speakes to Christ.
1
O that thou vvouldst on me so castSome lookes of thy svveete loue,
That thou maist make me deere to thee
My hart vvith grace to moue
2
Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare,And farre more svveete to me
Then wealth, or vvine, or limbe, or life,
Or ought that I can see.
3
The svveete that I smell of thy nameIs like on oyle most pure,
And pourd it is on all thy saincts
Such is thy loue soe sure.
4
O dravve me, dravve me, I vvill runneTo bord, to bed vvith thee;
O pull me, pull me from my sinne
O rid me, set me free.
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The spouses speakes.
5
The good are glad in thee, thy loueThey long, and looke for still
They vvalke to thee, they talke of thee
And all to doe thy vvill.
6
Graunt this o Christ, and then vve shallBe all in all that is,
And thou shalt find that none of vs
Of thy grace ought to misse.
7
O shevve me, vvhom my soule doth loueWhere thou dost feed at noone.
O vvhy should I thus freet, & feele
The losse of thee so soone.
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