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The penitent publican his confession of mouth. Contrition of heart. Vnfained repentance. An feruent prayer vnto God, for mercie and forgiuenesse.
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Collins, Thomas, fl. 1610-1615.
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are Sweet Bread of life oh let me eat of thee That I may neuer hunger any more Water of life that canst not prized bee Which Christ the Way the Truth the heauenly dore Is Fountaine of oh thee I long for sore As Dauid did for that true Type of thee Euen Bethlem's water fetcht by Worthies three But sillie soule ah whome haue I to send Vnto that Rocke that Spring that holie Well Onely true Faith which will to heauen ascend In spight of all th' angrie powers of hell Then Faith goe thou beat downe my foes pell-mell And fetch mee drinke from that most blessed Riuer Whereby from death I may my soule deliuer Riuer said I true through the world it runnes Rocke did I tearme it true t' is strong and hard Yet it yeelds comfort to all Adams sonnes Which of Gods grace are not by sinne debar'd Vnto a Spring it may be well compar'de A Riuer Rocke a Spring a most pure Well Is CHRIST our Lord with whom I long to dwell Behold Lord I that hitherto haue bin Onely addicted vnto vanitie And day by day haue heaped sinne on sinne And as t' wer water drunke iniquitie With greedinesse behold I say euen I Am now become a conuertite in hart Which earst did play none but th'vngodlies part For like th' ill seruant which within the ground Did hide the Talent that hee should haue vsed And to his Maislers profite made redound Euen so haue I O Lord thy gifts abused And many times most blessed meanes refused For to put forth thy Talent lent to mee So as it might returne with gaine to thee Nay worse then so Lord I haue wasted much Of what I must confesse I haue receiued For which remorce my conscience now doth tutch And grieues me sore that I haue so deceiued My Lord and Maister and my selfe depriued Of manie good things I might haue enioyed If what thou gau'st mee had bin well imployed Yet am I bolde most humbly to desire Thou would'st not marke what I haue done amisse Nor yet correct mee when thou art in Ire Or in displeasure punish that or this For why thy wrath like burning Aetna is None can abide it therefore doe not show it Nor yet let any that repent them know it But let thy mercie which is farre more sweet Then Hibla's honie or Himettus deawe Daine with thy Iustice in the way to meet And let her to repentant sinners shewe Of which I feare mee there are oh too fewe That though thy Iustice be seuere to all Mercie shall saue them that for mercie call For as on black-lead Diamonds shewe most bright Rich pearles most rare when on base things they lie And starres shine clearest in the darksome night Euen so sweet mercie issuing from on hie When it vouchsafes to light on such as I. Doth then shew clearest rarest and most worth And most of all doth set thy glorie forth Dauid did mercy craue and nothing more In all his troubles and aduersities Cause mercy paies sins debt and cleares the score Leauing no signe of our iniquities To feare our soules or to offend our eyes Wherefore with him I will for mercy craue That of my sins I may remission haue Mercy 's the summe and substance of my sute Mercy 's the marke at which I aime by prayer Mercy 's soules Manna heauens sacred fruit Mercy 's the Idea of th' onely faire Mercy 's God 's seat his hie and holy chaire Mercy 's the Loadstone that to life doth drawe Mercy 's the Gospell that fulfills the lawe Mercy 's the obiect of the Angels loue Mercy 's the Arke doth in sins deluge saue Mercy 's the martirs Oliue-bringing doue Mercy 's the meanes that men saluation haue Mercy 's the most good that a man can craue Mercy 's the salue that cures sins vgly sores Mercy 's the porter of heauens precious dores Mercy mou'd Christ to come and die for man Mercy moues man to deeds of Charitie Mercy may saue me sinfull Publican Mercy the Saints pray for continually Mercy doth pardon mans iniquitie Mercy 's most royall bred and horne in heauen Mercy 's God 's gift the best that e're was giuen Oh thou more sweeter then the sweetest honie Thou odoriferous and most excellent Whom kings must beg but cannot buy with money Thou admirable rich and Orient Ambassador from the Almightie sent To publish peace and Ioy and loue to all Which doe repent and to amendment fall Euen peace of conscience oh happie newes Ioy of the holy Ghost oh blessed saying The loue of God which graciously accrues All three sweet comforts of Gods owne conuaying Into mans heart the priuate place of praying Through thy hand mercie which each moment brings To sinfull man such sweet and sacred things Oh let my soule which thirsteth after thee Euen as the heart doth for the water brooke Drinke of thy sweets and so refreshed bee That I no longer may feare deaths fell looke Nor yet th'opening of my conscience booke But free'd from both may say couragiously Death wher 's thy sting hell wher 's thy victorie Remember not my foule offences Lord Nor the offences of my fathers old But to my prayer graciously accord And let thy mercies which are manifold Into thy fauour oh most happie hold Bring my poore soule and there establish it Amongst thy saints whose Ioyes are infinit With that sweet-sounding simball of thy praise Organ of excellence in Israel That euery day did sing delitious laies In praise of thee that onely dost excell Whose words and works did please thee wonderous well With him oh Lord this one thing I require And with my soule most humbly doe desire That I may dwell within thy Tabernacle In which thy selfe art present euermore Because it is thy Angells receptakle Full fraught with pleasure yea and plentie store Oh there had I Lord rather keepe a dore Then in the tents of thee vngodly sort My dwelling haue in pompe and princely port Ierusalem peace be within thy walls And in thy pallaces let plentie bee For blest is he whom thy sweet soueraigne calls And doth confirme free denizen in thee Where such ioyes are as th' eye did neuersee Th' eare ne're heard nor can mans heart conceiue it Most blest and happie they that shall receiue it Oh thou that art of that great citie King Thou life thou light and glory of the same Thou in whose honour quires of Angells sing Thou that art great and excellent in fame Thou onely good one holy is thy name Though I bee sinfull yet sweet Lord in pittie Make my soule free of that most sacred cittie As thou art holy heare my prayer Lord As thou art good and gracious pittie mee As thou art true and faithfull of thy word Forgiue my sins though infinite they bee And let me liue to laud and honour thee To whom be giuen all glory power and praise Euen to the end of neuer-ending daies FINIS Homer
still full fraught with leaues of Roses Through force of fire made vnderneath the same Le ts fall by drops the moysture it incloses Euen so mine eyes for'ct by a feruent flame Of godly zeale for so 's the fires name Do shed forth teares extracted by repentance From follies flowers whereto my heart gaue entrance I neede not aske why thou art sad my soule Or why thou art disquieted in mee I haue more cause to bid thee still condoule Thy selfe for sinne which sore oppresseth thee Oh mourne I say still sad and heauie bee Yet trust in God who is thy comfort giuer And in good time he will thee safe deliuer As Moses said Lord I am slowe of speech No eloquence haue I to plead my cause But with my soule I humbly thee beseech Wretch that I am though I haue broke thy lawes Yet into iudgement enter not but pause And since no flesh is righteous in thy sight Let my repentance all my sinnes acquight I cannot boast Lord as this Braggart doth This selfe-conceited and proud pharasie Simple I am and loue to say good sooth For oh why should I either cogge or lie Knowing what harme my soule might haue thereby Or wherefore seeke for to excuse my sinne When by confession I may pardon winne If so I ioyne contrition therewithall Or else confession small or nought auaileth T is not enough that I for mercy call And shew how much it is my fraile flesh faileth Of what it should do but repentance bayleth From death and hell for God grants no remission But vnto those that do vse true contrition Therefore Lord grant that I may often vse it Cause Dauid tells me thou wilt not despise A contrite heart nor yet wilt thou refuse it If it come to thee in an humble wise Laying aside all sinfull vanities With full intent for euer to refraine them And from thence-forth nere vse nor entertaine them Humilitie thou helper towards heauen Thou guide to grace step to eternitie Thou fruit of faith which from aboue art giuen Thou that put'st Cammells through a needles eye For all their bunches of iniquitie Thou balme of blisse thou gate to lasting glory Teach me repentance make me truly sorie As once thou did'st the king of Niniuee When Ionas cried by the Lords command That he and his should all destroyed bee And fortie daies their citie should not stand Yet by thy meanes Iehouah staid his hand And of the king and people tooke such pittie As their repentance mou'd him spare their citie Oh could as many teares come from mine eyes As there are drops of water in the Sea I feare me all of them would scarce suffice To wash my soule and filthy sinnes away Therefore oh Lord to thee I humbly pray That thou in mercy would'st forgiue the same And let me liue to laud and praise thy name All-seeing searcher of the heart and raines From whom no secret thing nor thought is hid By ought that heauen or earth or Sea containes Or any thing in them Inuellopid Thou that know'st all that all men euer did Full well thou knowest that vnfainedly I pray to thee without hypocrifie Wring hands wayle face cleaue knees vnto the ground Sigh soule sob heart nay split for very griefe Shake flesh quake ioynts in you no strength be found Cry voyce call tongue my hearts atturnie chiefe Beat vaines bend sinewes humbly seeke reliefe That so with feare and trembling thus I may Worke out saluation wash my sinnes away Looke how a child that hath done naughtily With feare doth crie and craue to scape the rod Euen so my selfe that haue done wickedly And oftentimes offended thee sweet God By doing that thy holy lawes forbod Now quake with feare least I should punish'd bee And crie and craue that thou would'st pardon mee But see the nature of this Pharisie He stands and brags and boasts what he hath done Thinking therewith himselfe to iustifie But thou oh Lord dost tell vs by thy Sonne That by those works he no reward hath wonne And therefore bid'st our left hand should not know What deeds of mercy with our right we show For when we haue done euen the best we can We are vnprofitable seruants all And Dauia saith the iust and righteous man Seuen times a day from God by sin doth fall Then why should we offenders cappitall Brag of our prayers our fasts and almes deeds When from our selues ther 's nought but sin proceeds For if sometimes to our poore brethren wee Do any good as oh ti 's sildome when It is not of our selues but Lord from thee Those good gifts come and those good motions then We of our selues are miserable men Which neuer could so much as thinke good thought Then by our deeds how can we merit ought Yet to do good I know ti 's commendable For so the Patryarks and Prophets did And Christ himselfe then whom ther 's none more able Shewes by examples and by word doth bid Our light should shine to others not be hid Who seeing our good workes might glorifie Thy holy name Lord which dost sit on hie Like leadn epipes through which pure water runnes Or like the quilles cald lacks in virginalls Are all the sort of sinfull Adams Sonnes Through whom much good vnto the world befalls Yet they thereof are no originalls But thou oh Lord hast them as meanes elected By which to worke what thou wilt haue effected Then let the praise be onely giuen to thee Let euery tongue extoll and laud thy name Not vnto vs not vnto vs ought bee But to thy selfe which dost deserue the same To thee all glorie and to vs be shame For thou art he from whom all good proceeds And we the workers of all wicked deeds As sweetest Rose on thornle stalke doth grow And purest Lawne is not without some spot So godliest men haue some defects I know By holy Dauid Abraham and Lot None liue on earth can say he sinneth not Vnles he lie and so himselfe depriue Of that sweet mercy which he might receiue Could I rehearse all my bad deeds and good And should I then compare them both together The one would seeme like to a spacious wood Th' other like a light and little feather That 's blowne about with euery blast of weather My sinnes exceed like riuers ouerflowing But my good deeds are scarcely worth the showing Then tongue be mute and talke no more of merit For man doth merit nought but death and hell Wherefore good Lord direct me with thy spirit Vnto that place where perfit truth doth dwell Oh bring me thither and I shall be well I am a stranger teach me thou the way Vnto that life that neuer shall decay If thou conuart me I shall be conuarted Or else by sinne I shall be sure confounded For why there is no sauing health imparted To ought that is in earth or heauen bounded To salue my soule which grieuously is wounded Onely thou canst doo 't therefore Lord