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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 first speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

I am come dovvne o spouse most deere
To take those fruits of thine,
Which thou vvith hart of grace, & loue
Dost knovve of erst vvere mine.

2

I haue thought vvell of all thy workes,
As vvell of vvill as deede.
I dranke thy vvine vvith milke so svveet
With loue they doe me feede.

3

o you my frēds, & saincts most blest
Cheere vp your selues vvith me,
And ioy your harts vvith this my spouse
whose cates of love you see

The church speakes.

4

When once this vvorld had luld in sleepe
Of sinne, my selfe, my sēce
Yet vvakt mine hart to Christ my Deere,
& thou didst dravve me thence.

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Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

Thou camst to me, & knockst full oft
At doore of my poore hart
Thou knockst I say full oft my deere
And pearst me vvith thy dart.

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And saidst Ile come, & lodge vvith thee,
And dvvell vvith thee in grace,
Shut out the vvorld, thy sinns, thy shame,
& let me come in place.

7

For all the night I vvayte for thee,
My lockes vvith dropps of paine
Are vvett, & all to stay for thee
That I thy loue might gaine.