The fift speach.
Christ speakes still.
1
O novve my loue I haue thee sought,
And brought thee frō the lands
I haue the led in bands of grace
From out the curse, & bands.
2
To me from all parts of the earth
I vvill the giude, & call,
& quite thou shalt be frō the bands
Of them that did thee thrall.
3
Who once did vexe, & greeue thee sore
In bane, in bloud, in vvoe,
But I vvill set thee safe from them,
And rid thee from thy foe.
4
For thou my hart hast caught with loue
One cast of thy faire eie
Of faith I meane doth vvound my hart
which made me faint, & die
Christ speakes still.
5
All svveets the vvorld can yeald to me
Are banes to thy svveet smell,
Thou art my spouse, in life, & death
The graue shall not thee quell.
6
The vvords vvhich from thy lipps doe droppe
When thou dost pray, or praise.
Are farre more svveet to me then svveets
That sunne doth see by dayes
7
Thou art a spring to me shutt vp
A vvell seald by my ring,
Frō vvhēce doth flowe pure streams of loue
To me thy lord, & king.