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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Page [unnumbered]
The first depth.
1.
I am the man o lord
Haue felt thy vvrath, thy rod
O send me helpe in this my vvoe
My lord, my Christ, my god.
2.
Thy stormes, & clouds of ire
Doe beate me day, & night
Thou shevvst me vvoe, & vvast, & warre
And hidst from me the light.
3.
All the day long o lord
Thine hand is turnd gainst me
Noe helpe, noe hope, noe ioy, noe mirth
That I poore vvretch can see.
4.
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My flesh, & skin are vile▪
And parcht as in a drought,
My bones, my hart are broke 〈◊〉〈◊〉 〈◊〉〈◊〉
This lord thy vvrath hath vvroug•…•…
5.
O lord thou makst a fo•…•…
With me to vvarre, & fight
With gall▪ & greefe thou dost me 〈◊〉〈◊〉
And none vvill doe me right▪
6.
As they that long are dead,
And cleane cast out of mind
So am I sett in night of death
With vv•…•…, & greefe all pind.