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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
more worthie and more worth then golde Then gold of Ophyr or the Onix stone Thou whom the Lord delighteth to behold Thou that like to Eliahs fierie Throne Conuey'st to heauen Thou blest and powerfull one Plead thou my cause and oh my sute nere cease Vntill from GOD thou getst me full release Of all my sinnes and of the punishment Which for the same I ought to vndergoe And for m' assurance and my soules content Oh get me thou his Seale of grace to show That for what 's past I doe him nothing owe But loue and thanks which till my dying day My hart and soule shall neuer cease to pay As from the hand Diomedes did wound A dulcid humor daintilie distilled So from the heart where sinne did once abound Prickt by Repentance wherewith sinne is killed Sweet motions issue by Gods grace instilled Which like as Arons oyntment did descend Vnto each member straight-wayes do extend Teaching the tongue what words it ought to vse Teaching the eies what things they ought to viewe Teaching the eares what sounds they should refuse Teaching the hands what things they should eschewe Teaching the feete the perfit pathes and true That leade to life Thus like a King the hart Doth rule direct and order euery part Blessed are those that walke not sinners way Nor take delight to sit in scorners chaire But cursed I not once but euerie day Vnto those odious places did repaire For oh to me they seem'd exceeding faire Gainefull and good But now I see right well Hee that retires not shall arriue in hell Didst thou not loue vs Lord exceedinglie Thou wouldest not haue giuen thy lawes vnto vs Nor bid thy Prophets in our eares to crie What mightie fauours thou didst meane to doe vs Much lesse haue sent thy blessed Sonne to wooe vs. Which breake thy lawes thy Prophets doe mis vse And Christ thy Sonne each day and houre abuse Yet doth hee pray for vs his enemies And at thy right hand Intercession make That thou wouldst pardon our iniquities Euen for his death and painfull Passions sake Oh blest be hee that did such pittie take On sinfull soules that hee himselfe would giue To die for vs that wee with him might liue Great was that loue great was that mercie Lord And farre more great then euer man expected Vntill thy selfe did blaze that blessed word That though thou hadst mankinde for sinne reiected Yet thou in mercie hadst a meanes selected Whereby againe we should restored bee And be adopted sonnes and heires to thee Mine eyes haue seene that sweete saluation Though fully yet I haue not him imbraced But now that Christ that consolation Shall in my heart for euermore be placed That so my sinnes like cloudes by Phoebus chased May vanish hence And I with Simeon say Lord now in peace let mee depart away Thou that art more then most delitious Thou that for sweetnes doest all sweets exceed Thou whom the Angells hold most precious Thou vpon whom the soules of men doe feed Thou that most pure and perfit art indeed Thou word of Truth by which all things were made Thou which shalt stand when heauen and earth shall fade Be thou to mee a Lanthorne and a Light Be thou my Rocke and Castle of defence Be thou my sword against foule sinne to fight That I may put the diuell from his pretence And by thy power expell him quite from hence That so my selfe poore Byrd insnarde may say The Net is broke and I escap'd away Ti 's mercy Lord for which I thus implore thee Ti 's onely mercy that I humbly craue Because thy lawe saith if I come before thee Except thy goodnes which no end can haue Send mercy forth my sin-sicke soule to saue I shall by iustice be condemned to die A liuing death that lasts eternally Like to a mastlesse shippe vpon the Sea Tost too and fro by force of forward windes That euery houre lookes to be cast away Yet lo at length she happie harbour findes Such is my soule when sin so beats and blindes So toyles and turmoyles that hell seemes to haue her Yet faith steps forth and saith Gods grace will saue her And by that grace I boldned am to beg And in submissiue manner Lord to pray thee Thy grace may breake that Cockatrices egge Which serpent breeding sin that would betray mee Hath in my pathes on purpose laid to slay mee If I come neer 't as by defect of nature I cannot shun that soule-consuming creature Vnles thy grace which all-sufficient is Vouchsafe to lead me in the waies of truth Which hitherto haue alwaies gone amis Led by my folly and fantasticke youth Of which repentance onely now ensuthe For that 's the fruit of 't if we looke into it And happie's he that hath the grace to do it For looke how spices when th' are pounded small Doe in our nostrills smell more excellent Then those that neuer broken were at all Euen so a sinner when his heart is rent With the remembrance of his life fore-spent His prayers are more pleasing vnto God Then their 's that ne're were beaten with his rod. For whom he loueth them he doth correct And thereby brings them to obey his will But as for them whom he doth not respect He lets them follow their owne fancie still And headlong runne into all kinde of ill As I did Lord till thou did'st ope mine eyes And let my soule see her infirmities Great is thy goodnes I must needs confesse To giue me grace that grace-lesse euer was To see and waile my sin and wickednes Which blessed deed hadst thou not brought to passe My soule and body both of them alas Should haue bin damned in the pit of hell Which by thy grace now hope in heauen to dwell For now I le breake off sin by righteousnes I l'e o'recome lust by vsing chastitie By abstinence I 'le punish greedines And foule intemperance by sobrietie Euict iniustice by integritie Euill affections and vngodly motions I 'le purge by prayer and hearts pure deuotions I 'le banish plasphemie by blessed words By patience I my anger will o'rethrowe Boundlesse desire by what content affords Base Auarice by bountie I 'le bring lowe By zeale I will hypocrisie o'reflowe Fraude and deceit good dealing shall expell And where vice did there now shall vertue dwell By following truth my errors I 'le subdue By deeds of mercy I 'le kill crueltie I 'le plant sweet pittie where oppression grewe I 'le put out pride and place humilitie By doing right I 'le beat downe iniurie Distrust by confidence harted by loue And thus by good I will my euills remoue Each night with Dauid I will wash my bed With trickly teares distilling from mine eyes Each day with Daniell by Gods spirit led I 'le kneele and pray in spight of enemies Both day and night with Iob in humble wise My soule shall fast that teares fasts prayers may Appease Gods wrath and wash my sins away I