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 speach.
Christ speakes to his spouse.
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Hovve faire art thou my deare, my spouseWith out, & eke vvith in.
Hovve voyd of filth, or spotts of shame
Of sinke, or stinch of sinne.
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For I doe purge thee of the sameMy vvord doth make thee free,
& they that teach to thee my lore
Are all most svveet to thee
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Their speach is full of grace, & loueTo those that heare the same
Their vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue
To keepe thee frō all blame
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Those that doe rule, & giude the stearneAre as the necke to head
They are both strong, & stout to gard
The soules that they haue fed?
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Christ speakes to his spouse.
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The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevveAre breasts full fraught vvith milke,
And all that sucke the ioyce of thē
Are clad in robes of silke.
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That is the grace of Saincts, & suchShall shine in rayes of rest
Till day doth davvne, & shad doth fade,
And they for aye be blest.
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Thus art thou faire, my loue in meIn thee there is noe spott.
I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere
Cleane voyd of sinne, or blott.
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