The seuenth Song.
Christ speakes.
1
The storme is past of greefe, & woe
The spring of ioy is seene
[illeg.] all things novve are fresh, & faire
And full, & nevve, & greene.
2
In highe is ioy, on earth is peace,
To men a great good vvill;
And all the quire of saincts doe sing
To shevve their loue, their skill.
3
Not buds, but figgs, & fruits are seene
Of grace, of ioy, of loue;
O come my deere, shake of thy sleepe
Come on my milke vvhite doue.
4
O let me heare thy voice my deere
O plye me vvith thy plaints,
O looke thou vp though face be sad
Ile place thee vvith my saincts.
Christ speakes.
5
O all ye that vvishe vvell to me,
And to my church, & name
Put frō my deere all those that seeke
Her faith, her loue to blame.
The spouse speakes.
6
For he is mine by faith, & trust,
And I am his by loue.
We both are one by his great power
I long to see my doue.
7
O come as svvift as Roe, or Hind
My loue, my life to me
Till day doe breake, till sunne doe shine
Till shade of death doth flee.