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| SHOW me more love, my dearest Lord, | |
| Oh turne away thy clouded face, | |
| Give mee some secret looke or word | |
| That may betoken love and grace; | |
| No day or time is black to mee | 5 |
| But that wherein I see not thee. | |
| Shew me more love, a clouded face | |
| Strikes deeper then an angry blow; | |
| Love mee and kill mee by thy grace, | |
| I shall not much bewail my woe. | 10 |
| But even to bee | |
| In heaven unlov’d of thee, | |
| Were hell in heaven for to see. | |
| Then heare my cry and helpe afford: | |
| Show mee more love, my dearest Lord. | 15 |
| Show mee more love, my dearest Lord,— | |
| I cannot think, nor speak nor pray; | |
| Thy work stands still, my strength is stor’d | |
| In thee alone. Oh come away! | |
| Show me thy beauties, call them mine, | 20 |
| My heart and tongue will soone be thine. | |
| Show me more love, or if my heart | |
| To common be for such a guest, | |
| Let thy good spirit, by its art, | |
| Make entry and put out the rest. | 25 |
| For ’tis thy nest; | |
| Then hee’s of heaven possest, | |
| That heaven hath in his breast. | |
| Then hear my cry, and help afford; | |
| Show me more love, my dearest Lord. | 30 |
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