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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It is finished.

IOHAN 19. vers. 30.

NOvve all is done my soule That can be done for thee The houres of death, & povvers of hell Are all put farre from me

Christ novve hath paid the debt, The bond in tvvo is rent The lavve, the curse, the vvoe, the crosse Is laid on him thats sent.

Loe Christ hath tane from thee Thy sinne, thy shame, thy crosse, And rid thee from the hags of hell That vvould haue vvrought thy losse

Novve is the vvorld all iudgd All povvers of death, & hell Haue done their vvorst, & novve in vvoe Doe cry, & roare, & yell.

Its done, Its done saith Christ
Ye all is past, & cleare
That thou my soule maist liue in blisse,
& be to god most deare

Is this the vvay o Christ, That vve tast vvoe vvith thee, That so vve may once rule, & raigne And thy svveet face still see.

O lett thy vvill o lord, Be done of vs in fine. And by vs let thy vvill be done That still vve may be thine.