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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Title: 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.
Author: Loe, William, d. 1645.
Publication: [Hamburg :: S.n.,; 1620 (24 Jan.)]
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•…•… call to mind svveet god This moane, this woe of mine •…•…his gall, this greefe, this plaint, this cry For I o lord am thine

•…•…y soule is faint, & failes When I to mind doe call •…•…y greefe hath made me cry, and roare To see my vvoe, & fall.

•…•…et haue I hope in thee That thou vvilt helpe at last, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 vvilt not quite my soule for aye From thy svveet sight out cast.

It is thy loue o lord
That I am not quite fold,
And rid from earth, both braunch & roote
And closd vp in the mold.

Thou failst me not in morne, All night I feele thy stay, Thy hand is great, & in thy truth Thou hearst vvhat I doe say.

For thou o lord art mine My soule doth hope in thee Thou art my lot, my land, my rent Once more lord sett me free