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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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105

The second speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Novve that my spouse hath toyld all night
And lokt, & longd for me
I charge you all that are my frends,
And looke to liue in glee.

2

Stirre her not vp, nor vvake my deere
With toyes, or tales of yore
But let her rest in peace, & ioy,
And vexe her novve noe more.

3

Oh vvho is this that comes so faire
From out the foule vvorlds lane,
And hath shakt of her slough of sinne
That vvould haue beene her bane

4

It is my Church, my chaire of state
Where I doe loue to be
It is my doue my stay my deere
It glads me her to see.

106

Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

That is so quitt from vvorld of woe,
From sinke of sinne, & shame,
She seekes to me for all her vvants
Shee trusts to my great name,

6

She smells as myrrh, & spice of cost
Gracd vvith my chaines of loue,
She is my spouse, no spott she hath,
She is my milke vvhit doue.

7

All faire, and full of grace most bright
She comes, she rūns to me
Come on my deere, make thou noe stay
Thy loue, thy life to see.