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 speach.
The spouse speakes.
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O novve my soule thou hast a glymseOf ioy that is on highe,
O blest are they that vevve it all,
Or doe that place come nighe.
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The courts on earth of kings most greateAre rich, & rare to vevve,
But this vvhere my Christ rules, & raignes
For aye is faire, & nevve,
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The gard of this great court of stateAre Saincts, & sprights of might
That doe his vvill at all his beckes,
And dvvell vvith him in light.
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The courts of kings are made vvith handsTheir care, their cost is vaine,
But heres a Court not made by mē
Where my svveet Christ doe raigne.
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The spouses speaketh.
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He in him selfe is all the state,He giues his court the grace,
He is the light, the hight, the all,
That is still in that place
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Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ,& see this court of rayes
O take a vevve of this your life
O seeke it all your dayes.
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Christ is your Bride groome, & you areTo him a spouse most bright
He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre
And gaynd you vvith his might.
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