my aduancement make me vnthankfully forget thee but acknowledgeing thy goodnesse be euer mindefull of thy mercie neither let the pride of authoritie the masse of treasure nor any worlds felicitie haue power to draw mee from thee but that thankfully accepting thy blessings and carefully discharging y e duty of thy seruant whensoeuer it shall please thee to call mee I may willingly leaue the worlde for thy loue oh god heare mee I humbly beseech thee be thou a wall vnto this citie to defende it from foraine force and blesse it with that ioyfull peace that may cōtinue the concorde of thy people Graunt this oh God and whatsoeuer else thy glorious Maiesty in thy gratious mercy shall thinke needefull for mee that after I haue passed my pilgrimage in this vale of misery I may by the merite of thy mercy obtaine a place in that true Paradise where with thy Saintes and Angels in the traine of thy beloued though the least in thy kingdome in thy heauenly Ierusalem I may be one of thy blessed citizens where in the ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glory Amen Another for the Euening OH gratious God with most humble thākfulnesse to thy holy glorious Maiesty for thy heauenly preseruation of mee this day and all the daies of my life I humbly beseech thee receiue me with all the Magistrates and members of this citie into the heauenly guard of thy holy grace be thou a continuall watch ouer it that none of thy people doe perish in it awake those that sleepe in their sinnes and take them againe vnto thy grace confound the deuises of the wicked that seeke the destruction of thy people Blesse the labours of the vertuous preserue my gratious Soueraigne and withall her faithfull Counsellours and louing obedient subiects blesse mee and my house make vs and continue vs thy humble and faithfull obedient seruants and in the peace of thy mercie receiue vs into the Almightie hād of thy holy preseruation y t waking or sleeping vprising downelying going forth and comming in being preserued by thine only goodnesse wee may glorifie thy holy name thorough our only Lord and Sauiour Iesus Christ. Amen O Almighty God and heauenly father from the hande of whose onelie bounty floweth the Riuer of all comfort and in y e foūtain of whose grace is foūd y e only water of life D eternall God father of all mercy and God of all glory who knewest mee before I was hast made me that I am and art not ignorant what I shall be in y e worke of thine only will to the only glory of thy holy name how shall I vile and wretched worme of this earth wicked sinfull creature of this world humble my selfe enough at the feete of thy mercy to offer vp vnto thy holy Maiesty with y e teares of my heart the sacrifice of my soule Sweete Lord I am foule and polluted with iniquitie am therfore ashamed to come before thee I haue beene a Rebell to thy lawes and am therfore worthy to be banished from thy presence Yea I haue so delighted in sinne that I am afraide of thy iudgement Oh Lord I am full of feare my sinnes are before mee my conscience doth condemne me and thy Iustice falleth heauily vpō mee and whither then shall I fly to helpe mee if to heauen I knowe the Aungels will abhorre mee if to the worlde it will but further infect mee and if to hell it will but torment mee Is there then no helpe for me Yes sweet Lord in iudgemēt hath Iustice her grace but in mercie hath Iustice her glorie in y e glorie therefore of thy mercie I humbly beseech thee looke vpon me of nothing thou madest me being worse then nothing without thee let me ioy in nothing but thee be thou the strēgth of my hart against the enemies of my soule and the life of my loue in the ioy of my spirit that being defēded by thy mighty arme and preserued by thy bolie spirite in y e gladnesse of my hart I may sing to thy glory Amen MOst mercifull and Almighty glorious euerliuing and euerlouing God y e comfort of thy sorowfull the ioye of thy faithfull life of thy beloued heare I humbly beseech thee the humble praiers of a penitent sinner from the high Throane of thy holy mercy cast one good looke of thy comfortable pitty vpon the wounded soule of thy vnworthy seruant O deere Lord thou knowest my sins and my sorrows are not hid from thee what shall I doe to be ridde of this foule euil no Surgeon can launce it Phisicke can cure it nor salue can heale it Oh the wounde of sinne that corrupteth the heart cankreth the flesh and eates into the very soule is there no way to kill it shall thy seruant liue in it and his life die in it sweete Lord say no for thou only canst say no thou hast conquered the author of it thou hast a remedy against it canst wholly consume it sweete Christ therefore that knowest my hurte hast my helpe heare my cry send me comfort in thine vnspeake able good nesse looke mercifully vpon me with one droppe of thy deare blood wash me cleane frō my iniquities with one spark of thy grace enter into my soule and rebuke the wicked fiend that he follow me no more saue me out of the y e claws of the serpent keepe from the assaults of the diuell and deliuer mee from the malice of the wicked Let me humbly seeke thee truely finde thee faithfully loue thee and continually liue to thee make mee hate the worlde for thy loue and forsake my selfe to follow thee dissolue me intoteares to fill the bottle of thy mercie consume me into sighs to make a sacrifice to thy glory make me nothing my selfe to be wholly thy seruant do with me what thou wilt so I may be to thy holy will Let me die to sinne liue to grace that in y e true fruits of repentance I may glorifie thy holy name and in the ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glory Amen O most mercifull and almighty God Lord of all comfort loue and life in whose holy sight is no mārighteous whose wrath no man is able to abide whose power no man is able to resist O glorious king before the feete of whose eternall maiestie the very Angels doe tremble the powers of Heauen doe shake and the mountaines are readie to melt how shal this sinfull and wretched soule of mine that with so many horrible sinnes hath offended the glory of thine vnspeakeable goodnes presume before the seate of thy sacred pittie w t the least hope of thy mercy In my selfe is nothing but sin ini quity both hatefull in thy sight to my sin belōgeth nothing but horror cōfusion by y e iudgemēt of thy vnpartiall iustice and how then can I looke for any thing in my selfe but hel dānation Dear god I cōfesse vnto thy diuine
my God destroy The scorners of his word O that my heart coulde hit vpon a straine Would strike the musick of my soules desire Or that my soule could find that sacred vaine That sets the consort of the Angels quire Or that that spirit or especiall grace That cannot stoupe beneath the state of heaueÌ„ Within my soule wold take his settled place With Angels ens to make his glory euen Then should the name of my most gratious king And glorious god in higher tunes be sounded Of heauenlie praise then earth hath power to sing Where earth and heauen and Aungels are confouÌ„ded And soules may sing while al hearts strings are broken His praise is more theÌ„ can in praise be spokeÌ„ IF I could set downe twenty thousand waies And twentie thousand thousand thousand moe To penne his highest heauenly comforts praise That will not see my spirits ouerthowe If I could thinke of nothing els but glory And in the highest highest highest height To shewe the state of that celestiall story Where Aungels wonders in their honours waite If all the powers of heauen earth would meete And all acknowledge all their powers too little To shew the smallest of his smallest sweete Yet to his title All were but a title Then since no thoughts can to his praise be raised Aboue all praises Let my God be praised While the Aungels all are singing All of glory euer springing In the grounde of high heauens graces Where all vertues haue their places Oh that my poore heart were neare them With an humble soule to heare them Then should faith in loues submission Ioying but in mercie blessing Where that sinnes are in remission Sing the ioyfull soules confessing Of her comforts high commending All in glory neuer ending But ah wretched sinfull creature How should the corrupted nature Of this wicked heart of mine Thinke vpon that loue diuine That doth tune the Aungels voice While the hoastes of heauen reioyce No the songe of deadly sorrowe In the night that hath no morrowe And their paines not eas'd not ended That haue heauenly powers offended Are more fitting to the merit Of my foule infected spirit Yet while mercie is remoouing All the sorrowes of the louing How can faith be full of blindenesse To despaire of mercies kindnesse While the hande of heauen is giuing Comfort from the euerliuing No my soule be no more sory Looke vnto that life of glory Which the grace of faith regardeth And the teares of loue rewardeth Where the soule the comfort getteth That the Aungels musicke setteth There when thou art well conducted And by heauenly grace instructed How the faithfull thoughts to fashion Of a rauisht louers passion Sing with Saints to Aungels nighest Halleluiah in the highest OH that my heart could neuer cease to sing The holy praises of my heauenly king And that my minde could think vpon no blisse But of the grace wherein his glory is And that my tongue could talke of nothing else But of the wonders of his worthinesse And that mine eye could see but where hee dwels Who is the height of vertues holinesse And that my tongue could like no other taste But of his flesh that is the spirits foode And that my soule might sweare a solemne fast For one pure droppe of his deare pretious blood That at my song the Aungels might reioyce To heare the musicke of a sinners voice HElpe cryes my hearte not froÌ„ the hellish place This wretched world nor all the wealth therein But from the God of that high heauenly grace Whose only mercie doth all glory winne Hee hee alone that sees the sinners teares Distilling from a true repentant heart And will not let him perish in those feares That make the waie to an infernall smart That onely Lord of onely life and loue Who doth forbeare forgiue and quite forget All those misdeeds that his displeasure moue While sorrowes faith is fast by mercy set Hee hee alone in spight of death and hel Blesse my poore wounded soule and all is well Emmanuell COme liue with mee and be my loue My loue my life my King my God And let mee now thy mercy prooue That long haue felt thy heauie rodde Thy heauie rodde ah woe is me A rodde of rushes t is no more Who highly for offending thee Might haue beene shutte from mercies dore But thou art hee whose glorious eye Beholdes the sorrow not the sinne Of him who doth for mercie cry While teares of faith doe fauour winne Thou dost not wish a sinners death To liue and loue is thy delight While in the blessing of thy breath Is euer day and neuer night Oh thou more faire then fairenesse is More sweete then sweetenesse can be thought More kinde then louers when they kisse That with thy death thy loue hast bought Oh truth of trueth and yet more true Then time can try or tongue can tell Whose grace and glorie still renewe In heauenly praise in spight of hell Oh power of powers aboue all power Oh constant faith for euer fast Oh onely sweete without all sower Oh endlesse ioyes that eueâ—last In thee my loue and but in thee Doe euer spring that euer were And at thine only pleasure bee To bee disposed euery where Oh thou that werte before what was In essence of all excellence And in thy wisdome dost surpasse The reach of knowledge quintessence Who all of nothing didst create But by thy worde and to thy will And so didst order euery state As shewes thy high supernall skill Who hauing all thinges set in frame Didst shewe what loue to man thou hadst To giue him power each thing to name And make him Lord of all thou mad'st And more then that to shewe thy loue Thou mad'st him like vnto thy selfe Till Iack an Apes of hell did prooue To make a Monkie breede an elf Oh God had that sweete grace of thine In Adam neuer beene abused Our nature then in him diuine The diuels apple had refused But ease begat such idlenesse And idle ease such wantonnesse And wantonnesse such wickednesse As wrought in him our wretchednesse Hee did forget thy goodnesse first Wee follow him and fly from thee Hee for his folly was accurst And so in iustice Lord are wee But hee with shame beheld his sinne And flewe to mercie for reliefe Whose woefull state all wee are in That to thy mercie shewe our griefe Hee stucke vnto rocke of strength That after labour gaue him ease And wee in loue doe hope at length That sorrowes teares will wrath appease Oh God thou knowest that only knowest What knowledge is and what to knowe And by thy mercie onely showest What only pleaseth the to showe That as of dust wee came at furst Vnto the dust we shall againe The belly of the world shall burst When sinne and sorrow shall be slaine A time will be when that all time Shall see his longest thread will breake When gratious loue in praises prime Shall only of thy glory speake When graues
and the soules that thou hast comforted I can say to my selfe oh my soule why art thou so disquieted within mee knowing the goodnesse of thy God and then in the teares of true repentance on the knees of my hearte in the humilitie of my soule cry vnto thee O deare God remember not the sinnes of my youth forgiue mee all my offences cleanse mee from my iniquities take me againe vnto thy grace O Lord let me feele a little of y t louing kindnesse wherwith thou dost glad the heart of thy beloued let me think w t thy seruant Paul y t all the treasure of this world is but trash compared to the rich iewell of thy loue O sweete Christ so comfort me w t thy selfe y t in the gladnesse of thy goodnesse I may sing with thy seruant Simeon whē he had the in his arms Lord now lettest thou thy seruant depart in peace according to thy word for mine eyes haue seen thy saluation Blessed were his eyes y t so liued to beholde thee and blessed were my soule if it could so liue to embrace thee but my deare GOD since the corruption of sinne will not suffer mee in this world to beholde thee I humbly beseech thee mortifie the delight of sinne in mee that it may haue no power to drawe mee from thee that when I haue finished the daies of the imprisonment of my soule in this darkesome caue of this my wretched carkas being freed from the hell of sinne by the merit of thy mercie in the libertie of my loue I may see the ioy of my soule and in the ioy of thy gratious goodnesse I may sing to thy glorious maiestie the only endlesse Halleluiah Amen O Glorious God who from y e heauēly throne of thy holy mercie beholdest all the dwellers vpon y e earth and seest the essence of euery substance which no shadowe can hide from thy sight O God of al true wisdome and goodnesse who seest the very hearts of all creatures and knowest the thoughts of all y e world yea before the worlde was in the aboūdāce of thy mercie cast one look of thy gratious eye vpon the sorowfull soule of thy vnworthie seruant vnworthie I confesse my selfe to appeare before thy presence so hideous is the horrour of my sinne in thy sight yet when I knowe that from corruption thou canst looke for no perfection and that mercie in iustice sheweth the glorie of thy goodnesse I had rather say with thy seruant Dauid If my sinnes were as red as scarlet thou canst make me as white as snow then to cry out with Cain my sins are greater thē I can bear O my dear Lord thou hast called al vnto thee that are laden thou wilt ease them and to thee I come so laden with sinne in my soule that I can scarce looke vp to thy mercie hear mee therefore I humbly beseech thee and in the greatnesse of thy mercie ease me of this heauie burthen of my sinne O Lord I confesse to thee I was conceiued and borne in sinne and in transgressions of thy commandemēts haue I wasted the weary daies of my life yet sweete Lord when I knowe thy wisdome beholdeth the weakenesse of my corruption and thy mercie considereth the sorrowe of my repentance I am emboldened in thy worde to come vnto thee and on the knees of my heart to cry vnto thee O Lord haue mercie vpon mee beholde the worke of thine own hands lose not whome thou hast redeemed regenerate whom thou seest corrupted heale him whome sinne hath wounded and performe the grace that thou hast promised that being cured of sinne and with thy grace comforted in the loue of my hart ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glorie the eternall Halleluiah Amen THe lord he is my sheepheard that doth feede My soule full sweetely by the riuer side And will not let mee nibble on a weede Where hee doth knowe there may my hurt abide He will not let the Wolfe come neere the folde Where he hath laide His louing flocke to rest Nor will hee let them bide the bitter colde But sweetly warmes them from his sunny breast Along the pastures faire and fresh and greene He leades them forth for their best liues behoue Nor euer yet was there confusion seen Of any flocke that hee doth fairely loue Hee doth not robbe them of a locke of wooll But kindely calles them to their fairest folde Nor doth he vse the cunning how to cull The fat from leane nor yoūg ones frō the old But all alike hee loues whom he doth keepe And if that any stray out of the plaine Vpon his shoulders hee brings home that sheep And sings for ioy to haue his lambe againe The winters worme nor yet the summers flie Can once anoy the smallest lambe of his But they shall still encrease and neuer die But euer liue in euerlasting blisse He giues them water from the liuing rocke Where neuer yet did harmefull thought arriue Yea hee so dearely lou'd his little flocke That hee did die to saue his sheepe aliue But shall oh Lord this sinfull soule of mine So many waies with miseries opprest Become a lambe of that faire flocke of thine And feede with them when they are fairely blest Then when I heare my louing sheepeheard call My faithfull soule vnto her fairest folde I will forsake these worldly pleasures all And only ioy my Iesus to beholde FINIS THe foole hath saide within his heart Hee thinks there is no God But hee shall finde for his desart The Lord his heauie rodde For when the Lord beginnes to frowne But with an angry eye Then Sathans power shall all goe downe And all his dogges shall die And then the reprobate shall finde There is a God indeede Who at his pleasure with a winde Can shake thē like a reede And by the rootes can teare them vp And fling thē down again And make them taste the fiery cuppe Of euerlasting paine For though a while God lets them liue And in their brauery bide Yet in the end his hand will giue A plague to all their pride Till when he lets them walke the path Their wickednesse hath trod Vntill by feeling of his wrath They know there is a God And then too late they howle and cry And gnash their teeth for grief And euer liue and euer die And neuer haue reliefe When they shall see before their face The ougly shapes of sinne That on the earth in euery place They tooke their pleasurs in Where euery diuell shall haue power The damned to disease And not a minute of an hower Shall giue thē hope of ease While in the heauens the chosen folke Without althought of strife Shall sit aboue the mountaine rocke Of euerlasting life And virgins with the Angels sweete Shall sit and play and sing And mercie grace and truthe shall meete To glorifie their king And my poore soule that hath no ioy But in my liuing Lord Shall ioy to see
shall ope and bodies rise And hell shall shake and fiendes shall roare And soules ascende vnto the skies To sing thy glory euermore And oh that that sweete time were come That Saints and Aungels might accord While earth and hell are striken dumbe To sing thine onely glory Lord. For here alas While here wee liue Or rather die by hurt of sinne The pleasures that The world doth giue Doe but the way to hell beginne Where by abundance growes excesse And so forgetfulnesse of grace Or else by want so great distresse As brings the soule in desperate case Which while the heart tormented stands In helpelesse cares calamitie Helde all too harde in sorrowes hands Doth long to be at libertie That by the blessing of thy grace Deliuered from this earthly hell It may beholde thy blessed face Where all contentments euer dwell For truely loue in only thee Doth liue all comfort ioy and blisse And where thou art not what can bee But shewes what shame and sorrowe is And since in thee doth only liue The ground of the eternall good And thou alone canst only giue The faithfull soule her heauenly foode Vouchsafe me leaue to thee to cry Oh let my teares thy mercie moue Who for thy loue would gladly die Come liue with mee and be my loue But I am vile and foule and blacke Vnworthy obiect for thine eyes Yea worthy to be beaten backe Euen from the blessing of the skies But thou canst make mee white as snowe By one pure droppe of thy deare sonne And being purified so Thou wilt forget what I haue done Had I a heauen to entertaine Thy holy presence it were thine But thou a king and I a swaine Take pittie on this loue of mine Thy greatnesse was in goodnesse such As did the poorest loue embrace And is not thy worde true in tutch That humble loue gets heauenly grace Wherefore on knees of humble heart Let mee thy gratious mercie moue Put all my sinfull shame apart And liue with mee and be my loue For thou art wise though I am fond And thou canst make mee wise in thee And thou art free though I am bond And thou alone canst make me free Thou art all good and I so ill I know not how to come to thee But worke mee wholly to thy will Then be my loue and liue with mee IN sorrowes deepe my spirit all appalde Seing the worlde an only sinke of sinne Vnto the Lord of heauen for mercy cald And in her teares did thus her suit beginne If euer Lord a poore repentant wretch Whose bleeding heart can hardly speake for grief But from his soule those sobbing sighes doth fetch That may in silence sue for thy reliefe My gratious Lord and euerlasting God In pittie looke a little on my paine Beholde my faith forbe are thy heauie rodde And let thy mercie heale my soule againe I must confesse I haue offended sore That gratious will and glorious loue of thine I see my sinnes are euermore before This wretched soule and wicked eyes of mine Nor day nor night my spirit taketh rest For feare of thy too much deseru'd displeasure Such bitter sorrowes boyle within my breast As prooue my torments haue no little measure But Lord that seest how I am wo begon me The deadly hurt wherin my hart doth dwel In thy sweete mercy once but looke vpon mee Say but thou art my helpe and I am well WHen that I felt my soule with sorrow sokē My wofull minde with miseries opprest My pining heart with bitter passions broken And euery way my spirit all distressed Vpon my knees vnto my God I went And in my teares I told him of my griefe And with a heart almost in peeces rent Repentance sued to pittie for reliefe When to his eares my praiers did ascende And from his holy hill his mercie heard me And to my soule such comfort did descend That I did see that mercy did regard mee For I did finde how hope bad feare depart My heartie sorrowe had obtained grace And I did feele such comfort in my heart That sodaine ioy was set in sorrowes place When God he knowes that with no little ioy My soule was rauisht with his sacred loue That bad my heart abandon all annoy I should in heauen a sweter comfort proue Oh God sweete God more sweet then can be thought When hope is least that giues thy comfort most Whose mercie hath so with thy iustice wrought As will not see thy faithfull seruants lost Among thy Saintes and Angels that does it About thy throne to glorifie thy name Vouchsafe me grace to say Amen to it Although vnworthy once to heare the same FINIS