The third speach.
The spouse speakes.
1
O novve my soule thou hast a glymse
Of ioy that is on highe,
O blest are they that vevve it all,
Or doe that place come nighe.
2
The courts on earth of kings most greate
Are rich, & rare to vevve,
But this vvhere my Christ rules, & raignes
For aye is faire, & nevve,
3
The gard of this great court of state
Are Saincts, & sprights of might
That doe his vvill at all his beckes,
And dvvell vvith him in light.
4
The courts of kings are made vvith hands
Their care, their cost is vaine,
But heres a Court not made by mē
Where my svveet Christ doe raigne.
The spouses speaketh.
5
He in him selfe is all the state,
He giues his court the grace,
He is the light, the hight, the all,
That is still in that place
6
Come forth ye Saincts of god in Christ,
& see this court of rayes
O take a vevve of this your life
O seeke it all your dayes.
7
Christ is your Bride groome, & you are
To him a spouse most bright
He hath you bought vvith bloud most decre
And gaynd you vvith his might.
