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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule

Set foorth by Sir William Leighton

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A heauenly Himme of the ioyes Celestiall.
  
  
  
  
  
  

A heauenly Himme of the ioyes Celestiall.

1

O Lord that art my propugnacle,
I looke vnto thy Tabernacle,
where doth thy wondrous glory dwell:
By th'eye of faith I doe beholde,
Such ioyes as noe tongue can vnfolde:
scarse holy Angells can it tell.

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2

I see the downefall of my foes,
The glory of thy Saints and those,
sweete quiers of Angells shning bright:
Me thinkes I see thy Maiestie,
Thine honour and high dignitie,
all clad in Radient beames of light.

3

O how I long for to imbrace,
The benigne kindnes of thy grace.
that reall rich possession.
Which thou by Charter of thy word,
Dost giue to them that feare the Lord,
and thereof make prosession.

4

I meane that high Ierusalem,
The Cittie dwelling for all them,
that shall in endles glory raigne:
The Cittie of that holy one,
Hath Walls vprear'd of pretious stone,
of Pearle the gates, there's nothing vaine.

5

The Temple thou, the Lambe the light,
Noe Sunne by day, nor Moone by night,
neede there to shine, there is no iarre:
But all is peace, all well there do,
Yet subiect vassalls there vnto,
all Monarks, Kings, and Princes are.

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Possessions none impeachment haue,
Lordshipps noe care, noe worldly slaue,
can take away my right from me:
Loue without iealousie is there,
Ther's noe distraction, ther's noe feare,
ther's noe corrupted state can be.

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Good shall we be, not persecuted,
Noble, and not as proud reputed,
rich and not rob'd nor flattered:
For to enioy we shalbe sured,
For to retaine we are secured,
Heauens walls cannot be battered.

8

Take thou ye troubles Lord from mine heart
To me these ioyes of ioyes impart,
and me vnto this Cittie bring:
That I with all hearts enargies,
In heauens most blessed hierarchies,
may Alleluia to thee sing.
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