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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O Lord thou hast me tride, And day by day dost knovve 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thoughts, my vvords, my lookes my deeds, My sighs, my groans, my vvoe.

•…•…y bones they are not hid Thou knevvst them all each one •…•…r in thy note they vvere all vvrote Each ioynt, and bone, by bone,

•…•…ie still, and search mine hart, My thoughts proue day, & night •…•…d if the ill doe touch me lord O leade me to the right.

•…•…r thou canst rule my raines As vvhen I vvas in vvombe. giude me in this life of mine, And rest me in my tombe.

Keepe me from men that muse
Of bloud of bane of ill,
O let me thinke of thee o lord,
And hovve to doe thy vvill.

So shall noe shame me taynt My corps, my goods, my nam•…•… So shall I rest in ioy, and peace, And touch noe blot of sham•…•…

So shall thy folke for me, Be glad, and sing thy praise, So shall my selfe, my seed, my so•…•… Be thine in all my daies.