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 fourth Song.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
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Deere spouse noe loue is lost on meTo me thou art most svveete,
To see thee clad in clothes of grace
With rings, & roabs most meete.
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I ioy, I like, I loue thee deere,Hovve faire, hovve fresh art thou?
None like to thee in shine of face,
As I looke on thee novve.
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Hovve chast, hovve choice art thou my deere?Thine eies like doues doe looke.
Thine hart, thy mind, thy thoughts, thy all.
I vvrite thē in my booke
The spouse speakes to Christ.
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Nay thou my deere thou art the cheefeThe choice, the sunne, the shine.
From thee o Christ I haue these raies
For they are none of mine
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Christ speakes to his spouse.
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Thou art o Christ full of this graceThou art the sea the spring;
And from thee I doe take these streames
& to thee thē doe bring
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As thankes for all thy loue to me,And to thy saincts each one;
Who troope in bands to serue thee still,
Though here they vveepe, & mone.
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For they are sure to rest in blisseWhen thou shalt call them home
From out this sea of sobs, & sighes
That doth soe frett, & fome
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