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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 fourth Song.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

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Deere spouse noe loue is lost on me
To me thou art most svveete,
To see thee clad in clothes of grace
With rings, & roabs most meete.

2

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.

3

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.

4

Nay thou my deere thou art the cheefe
The 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.

5

Thou art o Christ full of this grace
Thou 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 blisse
When thou shalt call them home
From out this sea of sobs, & sighes
That doth soe frett, & fome