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 second speach.
Christ speakes still.
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Her tire of head is full of GraceTo all that doe it see,
And I am tyde by mine ovvne vvill
O loue to be vvith thee.
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O loue hovve full in all thy partsDvvells loue, & life by me
Hovve svveet, & faire art thou in all
When I doe looke on thee,
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Thy grovvth is like a Palme tree tall,For prest, thou dost rise more
Thy teats are full of milke, & mirth
And yeald thy babes great store
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I said I vvill goe to my treeAnd ioyne me to my Palme,
& make it yeald all salues for sores
To cure all vvounds as Balme.
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Christ speach still.
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And I vvill cause her for to yealdGood vvorkes of faith, & life,
And vvith her povver to driue [illeg.] her
The sinnes that are so rife.
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The soules that thirsts shall haue their fill.Her vvords shall spring a vvine
By mouthes of those that teach my lore,
And preach those lavves of mine
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Yea they shall cause the lipps of himThat sleepes, & snorts in sinne
To speake, & praise the god of life
That rouzd him from that din.
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