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A05290
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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull soule. Set foorth by Sir William Leighton Knight, one of his Maiesties honorable band of pentioners
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Leighton, William, Sir, fl. 1603-1614.
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STC 15433; ESTC S108437
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In that thou hast this day now past me strongly guarded with thy handes With loue refresh't me first and last with mercies more thē sea shore sandes That hast me brought to this daies end blacke night darknes drawing neere Wherein all creatures rest attend and lay them downe t'il day appeare I finding my debilitie poore creature run to thee Diuine Oh strengt'h mine imbecilitie and ayde this soule and body mine Thou hast me made of matter grosse and brittle substance out of clay Which still is subiect to the crosse a tennis ball for worldlings play He wanting comfort cannot liue after great sorrow and much griefe Therefore I doe my body giue and soule to thee Lord graunt reliefe O Lord I doe thee humbly pray as thou art fountaine of all rest Be thou my succour helpe and Stay let me by thee this night be blest Consider me in my weaknes and let thy carefull eies behold My miseries and my distresse to cry for mercy make me bold And since t' is time that night now brings of bodies rest quiet sleep Oh shadow me vnder thy wings let thy protection safe me keepe Looke ouer me with watchfull eies when this corrupted flesh of mine In flumbering sleepe and dulnes lies depriu'd of sence with closed eyne Vnnable my poore selfe to saue from dangers of the darksome night Keepe me my bedd else is my graue and I shall neuer see the light Lord thou that onely mak'st me dwell and in sure saftie to abide Thou watchest ouer Israell watch ouer me be by my side Thou art my Castle and my fort my Sword my Buckler defence My Rocke my Refuge Comfort saue me from force and violence Alasse without thee what am I a beast that rightly nothing knowes A senceles block a sillie flie that no good doe nor no good showes Thy louing fauour Lord extend ouer the house wherein I rest My bed with Angels Lord defend my spr'it by thy spr'it be possest Oh lie me downe in rest and peace in rest and peace O let me rise In rest and peace O giue some ease from torments troubles teares cries Let not the sleights of sinne deceaue nor wicked practize ouertake me Let nothing me of hope bereaue Oh doe not thou though all forsake me Lord I am poore Oh make me rich with those great riches of thy blessing My soule my soule is blacke as pitch let pardon follow my consessing In hope of this I lie me downe depending on thy prouidence I care not if the world doe frowne for I am safe by thy defence Lord let it be for I am thine my rest make sweete comfortable To thee I doe my selfe resigne lord graunt all this for thou art able FINIS ¶ A Nosegay gathered in the holy Paradice ALmighty God which hast me brought in saftie to this present day Keepe me from sinne in hart thought and teach me what to doe and say Prosper me Lord in all my workes helpe me with thy continuall grace Keepe me from Sathan vilde that lurkes to trappe my soule in euery place Almightie Lord and God ofloue direct mine heart and guide my waies Amend my misse my minde remoue from all that from thy glorie straies Thou that of wisdome art true sprung and fountaine of felicitie Let mercie meere my prayers bring by faith in me to sight of thee Thou which art Author of all peace and the true louer of concord Keepe me from foes that neuer cease to take my life from me O Lord. Thy seruice is most perfect free to know thee t' is eternall life Reach out thy helping hand to me against my foes that gain'st me striue O God from whom all good desires from whō all iust workes doe proceed Whose counsells wise all men admires assist me in the time of neede O Lord whose power and qualitie is sinners trespasse to forget Being ti'de and bound with chaines loose me of sinne for pittie I intreate Assist me in this mortall age what chaunge or chaunce so e're befall From Sathan sinne and enimies rage Lord still defend me from them all Almightie God which giuest vs grace now in thy name to pray to thee And promiseft in any place when Ioynes together two or three Tho'wilt giue graunt what they request now lord doe the desires fulfill Of vs thy seruants as seemes best and most expedient to thy will In this world knowledge vs granting of thy pure truth and sanctitie And after death let our newe being belife with thee eternally O God that noe time do'st despise the sighing of a contrite heart Nor the desires of sinners cries in troubles anguish griefe and smart Assist our prayers in distresse and gratiously vouchsafe to heare When sudden euills vs oppresse and subtill craft of foes vs feare Let thē oh Lord be brought to nought and by thy goodnes scattered bee That so to vs noe heart be brought we may giue thankes praise to thee Oh God of mercie wee thee pray to looke on our infirmities And all those euils turne away which we deserue continually Graunt that in troubles and sickenes we put our trust hope in thee And serue thee in true holines of life and praise thy deitie Through Christ the only Aduocate and mightie Lord of all mankinde To worke Gods loue frō wrath hate towards his elect to be most kinde Oh God to whom all hearts are seene and hid desires are plainely knowne My life reforme minde make cleane my spr'it inspire to be thine owne That I may loue thee perfectly and magnifie thy holy name Through Christ my Sauiour worthely and all the world confesse the same Lighten my darknes Lord I pray thee from this nights dangers me defend Let not flesh world nor diuell dismay me keepe me both to and in the end Thy mightie hand arme protect me thy mercy in Christ be my saluation Lord euer let thy word direct me and thy spr'it giue me consolation The peace of God which far exceedes all vnderstanding of mans wit Preserue my soule from wicked deedes and guide mine heart to doe what 's fit Finis ¶ A particuler confession of a sorrowfull sinner MOst mightie and al-knowing Lord true spring of consolation I doe confesse with heart and word thou art my preseruation I haue offended grieuously by my transgression don gain'st thee And haue drawne down a weight on me of thy great Iudgements wilfully Vnder which burden cannot I but faint and fall in wofull sort Vnlesse thy hand and thy mercy through Iesus Christ doe me support Thou know'st good father I am weake and cannot beare thine heauie ire Not knowing what to doe or speake or how to saue mee from this fire Vnlesse thou poynt mee out the way with thy wise spr'it me directing Vnto the deuill I am made a pray were not thy power me protecting Not euery one that heares thy word