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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To him that made these Hymnes. |
Songs of Sion | ||
To him that made these Hymnes.
When vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like museHovv on vvhile drencht in sobs, & sighs for sinne.
And yet more lovv, the Paths of death doth vse.
There seisd vvith greef: yet prayes: then sours euen in
Heauens gate it self: and there true loue doth find
And then its Christ doth see, and vevv: his payne
His cross: his speare-pearst side, his greef of mind
Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy, & greef: as: on half slayne
I muse, euen at thy muse hovv vvell: hovv fit it lymms.
Its greef, sobs, sighs, & tears, in tunes, in songs, & hymns
I. P.
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