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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 fourth Prayer.

The. 3. 11.

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The lord our god our strength & stay
Make vs to loue each one;
And make vs knovve hovve that vve are
Made all of flesh, & bone.

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That soe vve may grovve vp in grace
And firme in hart, & minde
That soe to all vve may set forth
Our loue both sure, & kind.

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Yea not to cease till that our lord
Doe come in clouds full bright
To iudge this earth, & all the folke
Yea all the vvorld in sight.

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For is it not the loue of Christ
Who did loue vs soe deare
That vve through hope of grace in him
Should liue voyd of base feare

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Lord be thou ioy to all our harts
Our vvords, our vvorkes good make,
That vve may loue, & liue in thee
For thy sonne Christ his sake.

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O god of peace, of loue, of life
Grant vs to serue thee still
In spright, in soule, in hart, in mind
And this of thy good vvill.

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Yea keepe vs lord frō blame, & blott
Till Christ doth come in skey.
So shall vve sure be of thy loue
To liue, vvhen vve shall die.

Heare me o lord, & that soone for my soule doth vvaxe faint hide not thy face from me: Least I be like them that goe dovvne to the graue. Psal. 148. 7.