The canticles or Balades of Salomon phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin |
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iii The spouse to the younglinges.
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 | The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon |  |
iii The spouse to the younglinges.
The Argument.
Christ seeyng the readynes of the younglinges, both to folowe and runne after him, is as ready to receiue them: And therfore to thintent that they faynt not by the way, he sendeth furth his spouse to comfort & encourage them. Who preaching to them the mercies of god, and benefites which she hath receyued of her beloued: syngeth very pleasauntly as foloweth.
Kyng Christe (ye yong) whose loue (ye saw) I sought,
Hath kissed me with his swete peace and grace.
He hath by fayth my troubled conscience brought
To peace and rest, his pleasaunt Chamber place
Hath kissed me with his swete peace and grace.
He hath by fayth my troubled conscience brought
To peace and rest, his pleasaunt Chamber place
For whan the law that no man can fulfil,
Had made me dead and could me not reuiue.
Because the fleshe ful sore against my wil
Mayntaynd with sinne, did stil agaynst me striue,
With price of bloud, he freely bought me free,
Geuing me lyfe by loue, and made me iust.
His restful places, Loe ye yong, these be:
Whertil he bringes al those that in him trust.
Had made me dead and could me not reuiue.
Because the fleshe ful sore against my wil
Mayntaynd with sinne, did stil agaynst me striue,
With price of bloud, he freely bought me free,
Geuing me lyfe by loue, and made me iust.
Whertil he bringes al those that in him trust.
| The firste Chapter.
The canticles or Balades of Salomon | |