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
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
seeme not deafe to me who hearest all that cry vnto thee but open the gates of thy mercie and let in the soule of thy vnworthy seruant that being rauished with the ioy of thy presēcc I may sing aloude to thy glory Amen O Most mercifull God the fountaine of all goodnesse and glorie of mercie who seest y e ioyes of the soule that is touched w t the finger of thy loue and knowest the sorrowes of the heart that languisheth in the griefe of thy displeasure I humbly beseech thee haue mercy vpon the afflicted spirite of thy poore vnworthy creature who sometime is rauished with the admiration of thy goodnesse but no sooner falleth from the hande of thy mercie but is readie through the illusion of sinne to drowne in the sea of iniquitie where how deepe are the sorrowes of the repentant let thy seruant Peter be a witnesse But what is a plant that hath no earth to growe in What is a fish that hath no water to swimme in what is the heart that hath no loue to liue in and what is the soule that hath not thy spirite to ioy in Oh when thy seruant Peter was rauished in the sweetenesse of his ioy he forgat y e greatnesse of thy goodnesse when presuming of his owne power he remembred not the gift of thy grace who then saide hee would die for thy loue but shortly after denyed thee thy loue in the feeling time of thy loue death was sweete to his imagination but in y e withdrawing time of thy mercy life was sweet to his corruption in y e ioyfull time of thy loue hee was like a plant y t florished by the river side who in the groūd of thy grace did prosper w t the deaw of thy mercy but no sooner fell from the blessing of thy holy spirit but he was like a blasted stock y t loosing his sap was ready to be cut down cast into y e ster but sweete Lord thou didst tel him his folly correct him for his fault thou shewedst him his weak nesse and thou gauest him strēgth he loued thee thou knewst it yet he forgot thee and thou sawest it but how sweetly didst thou deale w t him Thou didst loue him euer didst leaue him but for a while Thou keptst sap in y e roote that made the tree to flourish and to bringe forth much fruite yea to him who had thrust himselfe out of Paradise thou gauest the keies of heauen gates Howe greate then is thy goodnesse that forgiuing offences wilt ioy the hearte with such gladnesse Sweete Christ thou sawest his sorrow with his sinne and setting the one against the other diddest cure him of both his words were heinous in denying of thee but his teares were bitter that hee shedde for thee when thy hande of mercie wiping away y t one would not let thee looke on the other Such was thy regarde of his loue as put his sinnes out of thy remembrance O sweete Iesu is thy mercie closed vp into so narrowe a compasse that only Peter hath the benefit of thy blessing No my dear loue I know thou art almighty all good all glo rious thy mercie is ouer all thy workes and I am one of them whom thou hast made thou camest to call sinners to repentance and with confession of mine vnrighteousnesse I cry vnto thee for mercy thine eares are open vnto all and therefore I know thou wilt heare me thine eyes beholde all things therefore I know with my sins my sorrowes are not hid from thee thou art good to all that trust in thee and therefore my hope is onely in thee but where Peter denied thee once I haue denyed thee too often where he repēted in tears I haue continued in sins he therfore obtained mercy I haue deserued punishmēt but yet at what time soeuer a sinner repēteth him of his from the bottom of his hart thou hast promised sweete Lord that thou wilt put all his wickednesse out of thy remembrance thy promise is trueth thy truthe can not faile and therefore in the faith of thy trueth w t the teares of sorrowe I fly to the comfort of thy mercy I dare not boast of my loue my soule hath beene so blotted with iniquitie but cry in the sorrowe of my sinne O lord thinke vpon mee in thy mercie and though I be not Peter yet be thou Christ. I come not to him to be let in at thy gates but cry vnto thee for the comfort of thy mercie most humbly beseeching thee to forgiue me my wickednesse and to inspire mee with thy goodnesse that if I slide yet I may not greatly fall but in the feeling of thy mercie I may lay downe my life in thy loue and in the comfort of such grace giue thee wholly y e glory let no cocke crowe at my deniall of thee but the Angels reioyce at my confession of thee yea let my soule be so rauished with the loue of thee that I may ioy in nothinge but thee and in the ioyfull ioy of my soule sing to thee the onely true due and eternall Halleluiah Amen BLessed Lord and Lord of al blessednesse father of all mercy and God of all goodnesse who out of the aboundance of thy heauenly store dost enrich the soules of thy belooued seruantes and sufferest none to perish that put their trust in thy mercie looke I humbly beseech thee vpon the miserable neede of my distressed soule which pining thoroughe the wante of thy grace cryeth vnto the glorie of thy pitty Merciful Lord be mercifull vnto me the sorrowes of my hart are enlarged oh bring thou me out of my troubles many are the sorrowes that I endure but most in the cold feeling of thy comfort for when I faine would seeke after thee the cares of this worlde the corruption of the flesh and the illusions of the diuell are readie to drawe mee from thee in thy word I haue beene vnfaithfull for thy blessings vnthankefull and if thy seruice vndutifull if thou correct me I am vnpatient if thou forbeare me I am vngratious and in thou entreate mee I am vnkinde Thus euery way wo is me I am so full of iniqnitie that goodnesse hath almost no place in me sinne hath taken such holde vpon mee that despaire hath almost possest mee but yet sweete Lord if thou but touch y e heart al the bodie wil haue health and if it please thee to comfort the soule how can the heart be agrieued O deare God at thy rebuke the windes were downe the waues were calme the ship was safe and thy disciples were ioyfull at the touch of thy finger the blinde receiued their sight and at the sounde of thy voice a legion of diuels ranne away O Lord all power is in thy will and all glorie is in thy mercie in thy glorious mercie therefore I humbly beseech thee looke vpon me deliuer me from y e troubles that in the depth of sorrow
seeke the drowning of my soule touch the eyes of my heart with the finger of thy mercie that beholding the glorie of thy goodnesse it may humble it selfe to thy seruice and driue from mee all those wicked Spirites that doe hourely torment mee with temptations O Lord thou knowest my heart hast seene my soule in aduersities thou hast euer been my comfort in my troubles oh leaue mee not to the will of mine aduersaries O deare God thou hast created mee for thy selfe and wilt thou not knowe mee in thy selfe Thou hast redeemed me by thy selfe and wilt thou put mee from thy selfe yea thou hast comforted me with thy selfe and wilt thou not take mee to thy selfe yes my sweete Lord though sinne hath woūded mee thy mercie can heale mee and thy word doth assure mee that thou wilt haue mercie vpon mee thy blood is not so dry but thou hast one droppe for my comfort Thou art the good sheepeheard that wilt loose none of thy flocke and thou art alwaies with mee for thy right hand doth vphold me great are my troubles but thou canst deliuer me out of al yea in the midst of my calamities thy rod and thy staffe doe comfort mee Sweete Lord therefore beholde my confession and accept my submission forgiue mee my sinnes and comfort mee with thy graces strengthen my faith and blesse my beliefe in thee humble my soule in thy mercie and let mee not bee vndutifull in thy seruice make me thankefull in the labour of my loue vnto the mercie of thy holie Maiestie giue mee patience in thy correction repentance in thy forbearāce and true ioy but in thy loue so being wholly wrought vnto thee longing euer for thee and ioying onely in thee I may most ioyfully sing with thy seruant Dauid The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance Goe the worlde to whom̄e it will my soule ioy thou onely in the Lord knowing that hee hath giuen himselfe to the crosse for thy comfort him onely loue him onely serue and to him onely giue all glory worlde without end Amen BE mercifull vnto mee O God be merciful vnto me for man goeth about to deuoure me he is dailie fighting and troubling me so many are the occasions of euill that drawe mee from thee that I knowe not almost how to come to thee yet sweete Lord though I am fearefull of thy displeasure I despaire not of thy mercie for though thou awest thy children yet dost thou not terrifie thy seruants whom once thou hast chosen they can neuer be forsaken for thou art the comfort of the afflicted and the ioy of thy sorrowfull and therefore in the sorrowe of my soule doe I flie onelie to thee to thy mercy for my cōfort thou cleansest their eyes y t wold cānot see thee thou openest their ears y t would can not heare thee yea thou strēgthenest their faith y t cōfes their vnbelief vnto thee O lord therfore of thy goodnesse cleare my blindnes y t haue wandred awry from y e way of thy holy will heale me of my deafenesse y t haue too long harkened vnto the follies of y e world strengthen my beliefe that hath bin too weake in thy holy word so shall mine eies be euer looking towards thee mine eares shal be delighted with y e hearing of thy voice and my soule shal reioyce in the faith of thy mercie yea my hart shall loue thee and my lips shal praise thee hear me therefore sweet Lord helpe me haue mercy vpon mee bring me out of my troubles that in the rest of thy mercy I may sing to thy glory Amen MY God my God looke vpon mee take not vengeance of my sins but spare mee whom thou hast redremed with thy most pretious bloode and be not angry w t mee for euer so many are y e sorrowes that compasse mee in on euery side as without the greater feeling of thy mercy wil confound y e hope of my comfort O sweete Lord I goe mourning all the day long and all with feare of thy displeasure which I confesse I haue deserued therfore am iustly punished but sweete father haue mercie vpon mee beholde the teares of true repentance that in the bitternesse of vnfained sorrow in the humilitie of my soule cry vnto thy blessed patience for one droppe of thy pittie louing father looke vpon mee and stroake mee with the hand of thy cōfort whom thou hast stricken with the rodd of thy correction chide but be not angry let not thy wrath burne like fire that art so glorious in thy mercie turne thy face from my sinnes and blot out all mine iniquities out of thy remembrance out of the hel of my miseries take mee to the heauen of thy mercies let mee feele thy louing kindnesse in the morning that I may sing all day of thy goodnesse woe is mee that euer I swarued from thee and well onely were it with me if I could euer be with thee O God of all perfection haue patience with my corruption O Lord of all goodnesse forgiue mee my wickednesse and O king of all glorie comfort me with one crūme of thy mercie thou hast created mee in thy power redeemed mee in thy loue and in thy holy spirite sanctified mee and wilt thou now forsake mee that hast done all this good for mee No sweety Lord thou art wise and knowest what is meete for me though I knowe not what is good for my selfe but sweete Lord I humbly beseech thee helpe mine ignorance and make mee to knowe what is conuenient for mee in thy holy will y t thou chastenest whom thou louest and therefore I may take comfort in thy correction that scourges are but trials of thy loue where patience is a blessing of thy mercie while faith is neuer destitute of comfort that is laid vp for euer in thy loue thus deare Lord I humbly beseech thee to deale with thy vnworthy seruant that if I be plagued with Iob I may haue patience w t Iob if I haue Paules troubles I may haue Pauls faith and Pauls loue so in the feeling of my ioyes wil my sorrows be forgotten and in the ioy of thy loue shall I reioyce for euermore but my deare Lord Iob was a iust man and feared to offend thee I am a wicked wretch that haue not feared to displease thee Paul was faithful thorough thy grace and I am fearefull through my sinne and therefore their troubles turned to their ioyes while my punishments are continuall torments yet sweete Lord Iesu I can not so forget thee but I must needes come to thee and though ashamed to come before thee yet behinde thee to touch y e hemme of thy garment I haue beene vnfaithfull oh helpe my vnbeliefe and in the sweetenesse of thy mercie shewe the greatnesse of thy glorie thou sauedst Peter frō drowning in the sea oh saue me from sinking into sinne thou sauedst Daniel in the Lyons denne oh saue mee from the mouthes of my Lyonishe
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