The second Song.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
1
O thou my church vvhom I doe loue
For vvhō I shed my bloud
If thou knovve not vvhat thou dost craue,
& hast not seene the good
2
Then gett thee to those flockes of mine
where as they feed by those
Whom I haue sett as giuds for them
That I in loue haue chose.
3
There feed, & fatt thy selfe vvith foode,
That Saincts doe touch, doe tast;
And tune their soules in thankes to me
For loue that aye doth last.
4
For deere thou art to me my loue,
For shape, for strength, for speede:
That none is like to thee my deere
In thought, in vvord, in deede.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
5
Those parts of thee vvhere loue doth looke
Are set vvith pearls of grace
With stones of price, vvith chaynes of vvorth,
I loue to see thy face.
6
These signes of loue, are seales to thee,
What shall be thine else vvhere
When thou shalt shine in bliss vvith me
O spouse, my loue most deere.
7
There spangs, & specks of gold most pure
Ile add to all the rest.
There shalt thou loue, & liue vvith me
And eke for aye be blest.