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The canticles or Balades of Salomon

phraselyke declared in Englysh Metres, by William Baldwin
  
  

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lxviii Christe to the Churche.
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lxviii Christe to the Churche.

The argument.

Christe maketh aunswere, declaryng what she is, where and howe he founde her: and declaryng what he dyd for his Spouse, doeth syng as foloweth.

Emong the apple trees, I waked thee vp my spouse,
Where as thou sleptest in sin, in sin original,
Which Eua, by the frute she plukt fro the apple bowes,
Brought on her whole posteritie,
Whiche are condemned al,
For theyr parentes iniquitie,
And for theyr owne vnryght.
Vnder this apple tree, through whiche thou wast condemnde,
In whiche condemned state thy mother brought thee furth,
I waked thee: for I, my lyfe and all contemnde,
Vpon the tree dyd sheade my blood,
Whiche all that take in wurth
Are quit from sin, and newe made good
In God my fathers syght.
Vnder this apple tree, the swete tree of my crosse,
So soone as thou dydst syt, and therein put thy trust,
I waked thee from sin, I payed thy parentes losse:
And got thy former state agayne,
Whiche Eua by her lust


Had lost: and dyd mankynde constrayne
To slepe in sin and death.
Among these apple trees, bothe bytter, swete, and sower,
The apple tree of death, by whiche mankynde was lost,
And tree of lyfe, whiche I dyd purchace by my power,
I waked thee vp to lyfe and welth,
Because I sawe the tost
With waues of woe: and gaue the helth
Agaynst thy sin and death.