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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LOrd heare my suite, my plainte, That my soule makes to thee. Lord in thy truth one looke of grace Grant in thy loue to me.

Lord see the moane I make, Looke on me in thy grace Let not my sighes come backe in vaine But shewe to me thy face,

Loe I was borne in sinne. My kind, my shape, my all, My stocke, my flocke, my selfe from birth O Lord from thee did fall.

And I poore soule am sett In greefe, in paine, in woe, My sinnes come on, my soule doth faint, O quitt me of my foe.

My sinnes the haires doe passe
That are set on my head,
My hart doth feare, and faint, and faile
And I am as one dead.

Thus goe I greeud, and goord, And frett in hart, and spright Thus am I faint vvith feare, & death My sinnes they doe me fright.

The deeds that I haue done Are sett in vevve of eie. My faults, my thoughts, my sinne my shame Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie.