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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THE lord that made me knovves My shape my mould my lust •…•…vve vveake, hovve vaine, hovve fraile, hovve fond, And that I am but dust.

god in me set vp A pure hart in thy sight, •…•…d eke in all my parts let be A good, and meeke svveete spright

With thy svveete spright of povver Cure thou o lord my sore, And I shall teach the good, and ill To bovve to thy svvete lore.

My soule doth pant, and bray Mine hart is neere at rest •…•…t seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill, And vvhat may please thee best.

O vvould it might thee please
My vvaies to sett in right
That I might both in hart, and deed.
Thy lavves to keepe in sight.

O lord I doe tend still My daies, my time to serue That I, nor miē may haue a thought From thy lavves once to svverue

O saue me then o god, Looke on me vvith thy health For that I rate at such a price More thē the vvide vvorlds wealth