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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 sixt speach.

Christ speakes.

1

Thou art closd vp my spouse, my Deere
That none might doe thee ill,
That force of foes, nor rage of fēds
On thee might doe their vvill.

2

That noe vvild Boore of vvood so fell
Thy rootes, thy plants might marre
For I looke on thee vvith mine eies,
And vevve their ire a farre.

3

Thy plants are like svveet fruits of choice
My deere ones all they are
Of thee, & them, as of mine eies
I vvatch, & haue a care.

4

Svveet sent as Myrrhe, & cane ye yeald
As all cheefe spice of choice
So are thy plants o Deere to me
For they doe heare my voice.

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Christ speakes.

5

For tast, for touch, for smell, for hevve
Thy fruits are all most pure
I ioy to see them in this plight,
And in my loue so sure.

6

From thee o spouse doth flovve full farre
Thy streames to dales, & hills,
And I the spring doe flovve to thee
To fill thy spouts, thy rills.

7

Who so of thee doth drink is drencht,
And thirsts noe more for aie
Thou art the streames of god to flowe
To soules that faint in vvaye.