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 next dumpe.
ON THE NEXT WORD.
Verily I say vnto thee, This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice.
Luck. 23. v. 43.
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O soule looke vp to this,And harke vvhat voice thou hearst,
Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death
Doth heare, vvhat ist thou fearst?
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Then sure he vvill thee heare,And giue eare to thy crye,
Novve that he sitts on throne in state
& is thy god so nighe
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A theefe doth cry, & call,Christ heares him by, and by
O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure
If thou dost call, & cry
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O learne it is but oneTo vvhom Christ grants an eare
That sued to him in death at last,
And sought him in his feare.
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Yet it is one my souleLeast thou shouldst faynt, & dye,
And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare
In death vvhen thou shalt cry.
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And yet it is but one,Least soule thou shouldst be proud,
And thinke that god vvould heare thee still
When that thy cry is loud
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O learne svveet soule by thisTo sue to god in life,
& driue not of till death doe come
To die in iarre, & strife.
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