The fourth speach.
The old Ievvish Church speaketh.
1
O that I might my Christ once see
Clad in this flesh of mine,
& find him here on earth to dwell
Made one, once of my line.
2
Thē vvould I kisse, & cull my Deere
The vvorld could not me touch,
But if it did I vvould not passe,
Nor think of it so much.
3
Then vvould I bring thee to the light
Though novve pent vp in darke,
And then thou shouldst me teach to knovve
My Christ, my god, by marke
4
Then vvould I feast thee vvith the best
with cupps of loue, & grace.
Thē vvould the soules in Christ be glad
To vevve our rest, & place
The old Ievvish church speaketh.
5
His left hand then should stay my head
His right hand stay my hart,
& thē I vvould not feare the vvorld
Nor hell, nor death his dart.
6
His heat vvould giue me life halfe dead,
& raise me vp cleane gone,
His light vvould make me shine as pearle
O like him there is none
7
charge you o ye saincts that loue
Dare not to greeue my deere,
Nor once to stirre him vp in ire,
But learne his vvrath to feare,