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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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The seuenth speach.

Christ speakes to his spouse

1

I did but goe to see my vine
Hovve it did bud, & sprout
To see vvhat fruits my plants did yeald
And hovve they vvere come out.

2

And novve I see they bud, & blooe,
And yeald me fruit good store.
Ile care for them, & they for me
That they may haue the more.

4

The soules that came to me of late
I prune, I plash, I purge
That they may bring forth farre more fruite
With this my rod, & scourge.

5

And novve they are vvell grovvne my Deere
I hast, I runne to thee,
With speed at need I hast, I post
With vvings of vvind to see.

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Christ speakes to his spouse.

5

What thou dost vvant, or vvouldst novve haue
Speake loue, Ile giue thee it.
Thou shalt not feare my loue to thee
In rest by thee ile sitt.

6

Come then my loue to me full fast
Let all Saincts ioy, & sing.
To house of god ile safe, & sound
My Deere shall my loue bring.

7

Novve all ye Saincts, & soules on high
Looke, see, fixe fast your eie,
On this my loue, marke vvell her grace.
No fault in her I spie.