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 speaketh.
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Her feet are svveet, her gate a graceAll shod vvith Peace, & Truth,
Of gods ovvne spell to runne the race
Frō bane, & vvoe, & ruth.
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Her loynes are girt fast vvith the same,The price of it is rare.
The skill is framd vvith hand of might
All full of cost, & care
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Her vvombe like a round cup that vvantsNoe vvine to cheere her plants,
As heaps of vvheate set all vvith flovvers
Pure graynes to helpe our vvāts
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Her breast the tvvo svveet leagues of graceAre as to tvvins of birth
Whose milke doth feede the babs of god
Which dvvell here on the earth.
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Christ speaketh.
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Those that doe rule, & guide her folkeLike necke doth beare vp head
So those doe stay as tovver of strength
Till they at full are fed.
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Her eies are like tvvo fonts most cleareIn which vve may vvell see
Our selues in face, in fact, in faith,
And dravve thence life, & glee.
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Her nose from vvhence vve sent the goodIs as some tovver of state
For she can Iudg, & find it out
From tyme, to tyme past date
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