The third speach.
The church speakes.
1
Such as I am, I am not mine,
But his that loud me deere,
In none, but him vvill I be glad,
None but him vvill I feare.
2
For he once gaue him selfe for me,
And made of me his choyce.
Him vvill I heare, he is my deere,
Its life to heare his voice.
3
O come my loue, letts lodg all night
In fields, in tovvnes, letts goe,
And see hovve all our flockes doe feede
Letts runne as svvift as roe.
4
Vp to the vines letts hast in morne,
And vevve hovve they doe bud,
And see the signes of fruits, & grace
And looke if they be good.
The Church speakes.
5
For hence vve shall knovve full out tyme
When vve shall ioyne in one
In all the blisse that I haue made
To quitt thee of thy mone.
6
See loue thy plants both in them selues
Doe bud, & bloome most fresh,
And yeald a sent to moe them by
That are but young, & neshe
7
All plants that grovve in vs I keepe,
Both old, & young I loue,
And all for thee o Christ my god
Thy Grace, & lookes to moue.