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 fourth speach.
The old Ievvish Church speaketh.
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O that I might my Christ once seeClad in this flesh of mine,
& find him here on earth to dwell
Made one, once of my line.
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Thē vvould I kisse, & cull my DeereThe vvorld could not me touch,
But if it did I vvould not passe,
Nor think of it so much.
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Then vvould I bring thee to the lightThough novve pent vp in darke,
And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve
My Christ, my god, by marke
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Then vvould I feast thee vvith the bestwith cupps of loue, & grace.
Thē vvould the soules in Christ be glad
To vevve our rest, & place
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The old Ievvish church speaketh.
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His left hand then should stay my headHis right hand stay my hart,
& thē I vvould not feare the vvorld
Nor hell, nor death his dart.
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His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead,& raise me vp cleane gone,
His light vvould make me shine as pearle
O like him there is none
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charge you o ye saincts that loueDare not to greeue my deere,
Nor once to stirre him vp in ire,
But learne his vvrath to feare,
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