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 to his spouse.
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Thou art my spouse most chast most pureWhom all the vvorld doth loue
Thou art my deere, my peere, my ioy,
Noe spott in thee my Doue.
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Those that doe looke, & see thy faceDo praise, & plaud thee still,
And bless thee that hast god thy lord,
& didst yeald to his vvill.
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& thus they say rapt vvith thy stateWhats shee so faire as morne
So pure as sūne, so bright as mone,
Of vvhat state is shee borne.
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Her face is faire through force of faithShe is most bright in heue
Yea in her looks is feare, & dread
To cause her foes to rue.
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The spouse speakes to Christ.
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And thus all gast, & rapt vvith sightOf thy svveet port, & state
They stand in stond all pale, & wan
For thee they can not mate.
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No more then glympse of starre cādasheThe sūne in hight of skye,
Or light on earth the mone at full
Can darke or once come nigh.
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Cheare vp thy selfe deere loue I sayFor though thou didst me miss,
I meane not thee my loue to leaue
For all the vvorld that is.
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