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 church speakes still.
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The men that should haue had a careThey smote, & did me vvound,
With vvords most false, & vaine they sought,
To ding me to the ground.
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I charge you all that loue the lordIf that you shall him find
Tell him hovve sicke I am of loue
In hart, in soule, in mind.
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O vvhat (say they) is this thy DeereMore then the sonnes of men
That thou art thus farre gō in loue,
And aye doe not him ken.
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My loue sayd I is vvhite, & redHis face is pure, & bright
He is the cheefe, & choice, of all
In him is all the light
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The church speakes still.
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For god in him is full, & faireIn grace, in face, in all.
His head fine gold, his lockes faire flockes
In him there is no gall
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His eies like doues full of pure loueHis cheeks as beds of spice,
His lips as svveet, as flovvers in May
To me he is not nice.
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His hāds are sett vvith port, & pricePure myrrhe doth dropp him fro
His vvill is rule of truth, & faith
This is most true I knovve
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