The fift speach.
Christ speakes to his church
1
Though thou my church didst me not seeke,
But putts me farre thee fro,
Yet novve thou dost looke back to me
I vvill not serue thee so.
2
But I vill come, & dvvell vvith thee
In grace, in loue, in avve.
I vvill thee ioy, in mirth, & glee,
And teach to thee my lavve.
3
Turne backe thine eies frō me my deere
That are thus fixt on me
Thy strength of faith doth ioy me so
That I mind none, but thee.
4
The men that feede thy soule vvith foode
Haue all one hart, one tongue
They tune all like a quire of saincts
They sound forth all one songe.
Christ speaketh to his church.
5
So that their paines are not in vaine
They bring to me much fruit.
They cry, & call to me for helpe,
And I doe heare their suite.
6
Thy locks, thy lookes, are seene so faire
Thy blush, thy smile so svveet.
That I doe ioy in them that teach
Those things that are so meete
7
Though kings, & queenes, & all folk else
My name, my loue doe vse,
Yet on thee, on thee loue I looke
On thee I thinke I muse.