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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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109

The fourth speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse.

1

Hovve faire art thou my deare, my spouse
With out, & eke vvith in.
Hovve voyd of filth, or spotts of shame
Of sinke, or stinch of sinne.

2

For I doe purge thee of the same
My vvord doth make thee free,
& they that teach to thee my lore
Are all most svveet to thee

3

Their speach is full of grace, & loue
To those that heare the same
Their vvords are impt vvith zeale of loue
To keepe thee frō all blame

4

Those that doe rule, & giude the stearne
Are as the necke to head
They are both strong, & stout to gard
The soules that they haue fed?

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Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

The tvvo svveet bookes of league most nevve
Are breasts full fraught vvith milke,
And all that sucke the ioyce of thē
Are clad in robes of silke.

6

That is the grace of Saincts, & such
Shall shine in rayes of rest
Till day doth davvne, & shad doth fade,
And they for aye be blest.

7

Thus art thou faire, my loue in me
In thee there is noe spott.
I vvill in blisse sett thee my deere
Cleane voyd of sinne, or blott.