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.
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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.
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Loe, William, d. 1645.
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[Hamburg :: S.n.,
1620 (24 Jan.)]
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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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A06194.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 21, 2025.
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The third Song.
The spouse speakes to her mates.
1.
SEe novve all ye that loue the lordYe Nymphes, ye Mayds of graceWhiles that my lord, & king novve seemesFarre of from me in place
2.
And is in midst of troopes of sainctsOn highe vvhere he doth dvvell;Where all doe tend on him in loue,Where all things sure goes vvell.
3.
Yet see his grace doth stoope to me,I feele him vvith me here,By povver of spright, by gifts of light,He comes to me most neere.
4.
And though I be much ioy to him,Yet he is all to me;As bunch of myrrhe tvvixt both my breasts,So svveete to hart is he
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The spouse to her mates.
5.
Oh is there ought in the wide worldThat smells, that smiles as heAh svveete, ah svveete my soule doth feeleHis loue a life to me.
6.
His loue layd close to my poore hartTo sence giues such a touch.That for his loue to dye, to dye.I vvould not thinke it much.
7.
Watch then, & vvayte ye maids that mourneFor this my loue vvill come;And iudge he vvill in truth, & povverThe folke both all, & some.
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