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 third Song.
The spouse speakes to her mates.
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See novve all ye that loue the lordYe Nymphes, ye Mayds of grace
Whiles that my lord, & king novve seemes
Farre of from me in place
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And is in midst of troopes of sainctsOn highe vvhere he doth dvvell;
Where all doe tend on him in loue,
Where all things sure goes vvell.
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Yet see his grace doth stoope to me,I feele him vvith me here,
By power of spright, by gifts of light,
He comes to me most neere.
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And though I be much ioy to him,Yet he is all to me;
As bunch of myrrhe tvvixt both my breasts,
So svveete to hart is he
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The spouse to her mates.
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Oh is there ought in the wide worldThat smells, that smiles as he
Ah svveete, ah svveete my soule doth feele
His loue a life to me.
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His loue layd close to my poore hartTo sence giues such a touch.
That for his loue to dye, to dye.
I vvould not thinke it much.
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Watch then, & vvayte ye maids that mourneFor this my loue vvill come;
And iudge he vvill in truth, & povver
The folke both all, & some.
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