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[lxii] Christe to the whole worlde.
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[lxii] Christe to the whole worlde.
The Argument.
Whan Christe hath tryed his Spouse with persecucion, and founde her constant, he receyueth her into his bed of peace, quietnesse, and rest, geuyng chaurge to the Daughters of Ierusalem, as many as entende to obtayne fauoure at his hande, that they trouble her not with vayne questions false opinions, supersticious tradicions, ydle and dum ceremonies, newe constitucions, wicked decrees, nor vngodlye lawes: but to suffer her slepe in the faythe and quyetnesse of conscience that she hath receyued of hym already, til she wake her selfe: eyther through his instigacion to auaunce his glory, or by sum charitable mocion to healpe her neyghboures: syngyng as foloweth.
O o ye daughters of Ierusalem,
All suche as lyst my voyce to vnderstande:
Marke what I saye to you, and to all them
That hope to haue saluacion at my hande,
Concernyng my faythfull.
All suche as lyst my voyce to vnderstande:
Marke what I saye to you, and to all them
That hope to haue saluacion at my hande,
Concernyng my faythfull.
She doeth beleue the scriptures euery iote,
With all the truthes that therin are contaynde:
My sacramentes also she knoweth by rote,
With gyftes of grace that are by them attaynde
Of all that are faythfull.
With all the truthes that therin are contaynde:
My sacramentes also she knoweth by rote,
With gyftes of grace that are by them attaynde
Of all that are faythfull.
She doeth beleue the father omnipotent,
To haue created the erth, and heauens hie:
From whome the wurde into the worlde was sent
And toke flesh of the virgin pure Marie
A woman moste faythfull.
To haue created the erth, and heauens hie:
From whome the wurde into the worlde was sent
And toke flesh of the virgin pure Marie
A woman moste faythfull.
And in that flesh was hanged on the tree,
Wheron he shed his blud to reconcile
His fathers wrathe, to whiche all subiect be
That know not Christe, but doe his death defyle,
Remaynyng vnfaythfull.
Wheron he shed his blud to reconcile
His fathers wrathe, to whiche all subiect be
That know not Christe, but doe his death defyle,
Remaynyng vnfaythfull.
Who on the Crosse by death made recompence,
For all the sinnes of all that in hym trust:
From whome he frely pourged all offence,
And in Goddes syght through fayth alone made iust,
All them that are faythfull.
For all the sinnes of all that in hym trust:
From whome he frely pourged all offence,
And in Goddes syght through fayth alone made iust,
All them that are faythfull.
He rose agayne, she beleueth, with all the rest
Of tharticles that in the scripture be:
Through whiche belief she hath attayned rest
Of conscience, and slepeth nowe in me.
Through hope very ioyfull.
Of tharticles that in the scripture be:
Of conscience, and slepeth nowe in me.
Through hope very ioyfull.
I charge you than on payne to lose the lyfe
Whiche dureth euer in heauen ioyes aboue,
Ye fayne no fayth, nor stirre vp any stryfe,
Whereby to wake from rest my quiet loue,
Through hope very ioyfull.
Whiche dureth euer in heauen ioyes aboue,
Ye fayne no fayth, nor stirre vp any stryfe,
Whereby to wake from rest my quiet loue,
Through hope very ioyfull.
But let her lye tyll by her owne accorde
She wake herselfe, compelled by the zeale
She hath to you, to leade you to the Lorde,
Who can alone the soules sore wounded heale,
Of all that are faythfull.
She wake herselfe, compelled by the zeale
She hath to you, to leade you to the Lorde,
Who can alone the soules sore wounded heale,
Of all that are faythfull.
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The .viii. Chapter.
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