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.
The Ievvish church speaketh.
1
Yea more then fire, or flame it isNoe source can quench this loue.
Noe paines, noe gaines, or loss, or crosse
From him my hart can moue.
2
Noe vvealth, noe peelfe, noe feare, no forceAll this I scorne should me
Once moue to thinke, or ioy in ought
But in his grace, & glee
3
We haue a plant deere loue thou knovvstThe church that thou hast chose,
From out the Iles so farre frō hēce.
O vve vvould not her lose.
4
She is but smale of grovvth as yetFor vvant of thy good grace,
But if thou cast a looke on her.
And let her see thy face.
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The Ievvish speaketh.
5
Hovve fresh, hovve faire vvill she come forth,And grovve, & beare to thee
Her buds, her bloomes, her fruits of faith
All good, & faire to see,
Christ speaketh.
6
If she be firme, & fast to meAs vvall, as tovver of strength
Ile make her pure, & sure in league
By vvord, & deed at length.
7
And if she vvill giue vvay to me,And to my vvords giue eare
Ile make her safe in league of peace
And she shall be my deere,
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