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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 second Prayer.

Eph. 3. 14.

1

I day by, day doe bovve to thee
And cease not in the night
To seeke thee lord in all my thoughts
And muse of all thy might

2

For of our Christ is nāde the church
Of vs that liue in clay,
And eke thy gaurd, & saincts on high
That praise thee day, by day.

3

Graūt vs o lord that vve may knovve
Thy grace, our good, our end
And that vve may feele povver, & strength
And Christ may be our frend

4

Let him dvvell in our harts o lord
And then vve shall thee see,
With all thy saincts in breadth, & length
In depth, in height, in glee.

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5

Then shall vve knovve the loue of Christ
That else is past our skill
Thē shalt thou fill vs vvith thy grace
In him to doe thy vvill.

6

O lord for vs this thou canst doe
And more then all that is
Of thy good grace to vvorke in vs
In Christ hovve should vve misse.

7

Praise be to thee in all the vvorld,
Thy church doe sing the same,
And age to age shall eke sett forth
For aye, to ours, thy name.

O god thou art my god ere it be day vvill I seeke thee my soule, & flesh doe thirst, & long for thee as drie land vvhich vvants raine. Psal. 63. 1.