The sixt speach.
The Ievvish church speaketh.
1
Yea more then fire, or flame it is
Noe source can quench this loue.
Noe paines, noe gaines, or loss, or crosse
From him my hart can moue.
2
Noe vvealth, noe peelfe, noe feare, no force
All this I scorne should me
Once moue to thinke, or ioy in ought
But in his grace, & glee
3
We haue a plant deere loue thou knovvst
The church that thou hast chose,
From out the Iles so farre frō hēce.
O vve vvould not her lose.
4
She is but smale of grovvth as yet
For vvant of thy good grace,
But if thou cast a looke on her.
And let her see thy face.
The Ievvish speaketh.
5
Hovve fresh, hovve faire vvill she come forth,
And grovve, & beare to thee
Her buds, her bloomes, her fruits of faith
All good, & faire to see,
Christ speaketh.
6
If she be firme, & fast to me
As vvall, as tovver of strength
Ile make her pure, & sure in league
By vvord, & deed at length.
7
And if she vvill giue vvay to me,
And to my vvords giue eare
Ile make her safe in league of peace
And she shall be my deere,