The first Song.
The spouse speakes to Christ.
1
O that thou vvouldst on me so cast
Some lookes of thy svveete loue,
That thou maist make me deere to thee
My hart vvith grace to moue
2
Thy loue o Christ is farre more deare,
And farre more svveete to me
Then wealth, or vvine, or limbe, or life,
Or ought that I can see.
3
The svveete that I smell of thy name
Is like on oyle most pure,
And pourd it is on all thy saincts
Such is thy loue soe sure.
4
O dravve me, dravve me, I vvill runne
To bord, to bed vvith thee;
O pull me, pull me from my sinne
O rid me, set me free.
The spouses speakes.
5
The good are glad in thee, thy loue
They long, and looke for still
They vvalke to thee, they talke of thee
And all to doe thy vvill.
6
Graunt this o Christ, and then vve shall
Be all in all that is,
And thou shalt find that none of vs
Of thy grace ought to misse.
7
O shevve me, vvhom my soule doth loue
Where thou dost feed at noone.
O vvhy should I thus freet, & feele
The losse of thee so soone.