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A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

Lord of my Soul return return To chase away this Night Let not thine anger ever burn God once was my delight XVII The Conflict I. O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout I am most weary with the Fight But may not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That ost I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine II. I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer night than day I cry to God those Cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accepts my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make III. My Evidences should be clear But ah the blots of Sin Turn chearing hope to sadning fear And make black doubts within The Laws of Sin and Grace will jar Both dwelling in one room The Saints expect perpetual War Till ye are sent for home IV. Altho' these Combats make you fear They should not cast you down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for its Crown XVIII The Back-sliders Return I. THO' I am fallen from my God I 'll venture to draw nigh His Word assures me he would not Have any Sinner die Sinners may hope to see God's Face Tho' fallen ne'er so low If they go to the Throne of Grace And weeping as they go II. Who shames himself before him there His Sin shall be forgot If Sinners blush when they confess That blushing hides their spot Ah Lord I am asham'd to come Asham'd with thee to meet I dare not look but down I fall At thy most blessed Feet III. Did ever any thus before Thus basely wrong thy Grace Sure I'm more vile than any one Of wretch Adam's Race Here comes a Prodigal Lord hear And answer at his Call I beg for Jesus sake that thou Remember not my Fall IV. Nothing I plead on my behalf But yet thou knowest well Bright Saints in Heav'n were once black Brands Snatcht from a burning Hell The Blood of Bulls thou askest not A Penitential groan Shall be accepted this I bring And offer at thy Throne XIX The Sinner's Morning Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. GOd who once more unseal'd mine eyes Shall have my choicest Sacrifice My highest thanks I humbly pay For Mercies running night and day II. O Lord thy Pardon I implore And Grace that I offend no more O let thy goodness never cease Renew thy Covenant of Peace III. As thou renewest still my days With new endearments crown my ways Father with me this day abide Be thou my leader and my guide IV. That I may plainly see and know The very Path where I should go And may at night rejoycing say My God was kind to me this day V. Those Graces that I want supply And keep me with a tender Eye Let my corruptions more and more Lose of the ground they had before VI. By Faith dear Saviour I would live And like the fruitful Lily thrive The fruitful Christian honours God And shews his Pastures to be good VII Give me my claim to Heaven clear Thy constant Grace to persevere Whilst here on Earth be thou my Guard And at the last my great Reward XX. The Sinner's Evening Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. O Lord behold a wretched one That flings himself before thy Throne By practice sinful and by birth Lord viler viler than the Earth II. O let thy Christ my Jesus be To save from Sin and misery My Soul beneath thy feet I lay Intreating Pardon for this day III. God made his World and brought me in And I brought mine my World of Sin Behold those sins not as a Spy To mark or as a Judge to try IV. But as Physician to the Poor Who brings a Balsam for the Sore Absolve renew me by thy Grace Fit me for Death which comes apace V. Encircle me within thine Arm My Body to defend from harm Preserve my wandering Soul from Sin Both going out and coming in VI. Keep far from me a careless heart From which my Saviour would depart O bless and prosper all my ways That they may issue in thy Praise XXI Cry for Improvement of Talents I. I Am a Tree that God hath set Which he expects should grow We must allow that Hand to reap Which was at cost to sow II. If thou expectest from my Flock Or from my Tillage Bread Then help me to improve my Stock Let not thy Grace lie dead II. Those Talents that the Masters send The Servants must improve Thine Aid O my great Master send To help me from above Since thou didst buy me when a Slave Shall I not now be true I 'll use the power that I have Dear Saints for God and you III. With Riches give a liberal Heart That so I may restore Again and pay thy Tythes unto Thy Deputy the Poor That honour thou dost shine on me Shall honour thee always My lesser Talents joyn to pay Their Tribute to thy Praise IV. Whate'er is mine it first was thine And thine shall ever be All my Enjoyments shall combine To raise and honour thee My parts my time my every thing Are wholly thine I own Accept the Musick from each string Presented at thy Throne XXII A Cry before the Sacrament I. TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a privilege is this To be th' Almighties Guest II. I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare III. All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face IV. But who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet To come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples Feet V. Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy garments hence The guilt the stain the love of Sin Will give my Lord offence VI. Remember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might Mercy find VII Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide VIII Let nothing that is not Divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy love IX Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath X. Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his Face XI O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe XII Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee XIII O let our entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet XXIII Under Desertion I. MY

PENITENTIAL CRIES IN Thirty two Hymns Begun by the Author of the Songs of Praise and Midnight Cry and carried on by another hand Licensed Sept. 12th 1693. The Third Edition LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns at the lower end of Cheapside 1696. The CONTENTS 1. THE Sinners Self reflection 2. The Sinners Remorse 3. The Sinners Fears 4. The Sinners Confusion 5. The Sinners Amazement 6. The Sinners Hope 7. The Sinners Confession 8. The Sinners Retreat 9. The Sinners Resolves 10. The Sinners Cry for Pardon 11. The Sinners Address to Christ. 12. The Sinners Reception 13. The Sinners Admiration 14. Cry for Increase of Grace 15. For Spiritual Protection 16. Lamentation for the loss of First-Love 17. The Sinners Conflict 18. The Back sliders Return 19. The Sinners Morning-Prayer 20. The Sinners Evening-Prayer 21. The Sinners Cry for Improvement of Talents 22. The Sinners Cry before the Sacrament 23. The Sinners Cry under Desertion 24. The Sinners Cry for the success of the Gospel 25. The Sinners Cry for a soft Heart 26. The Sinners Cry against Vnbelief 27. The Sinners Cry for Vniversal Obedience 28. The Sinners Cry for Quickning Grace 29. The Sinners Cry for Communion with God 30. The Sinners Cry on the Lord's Day 31. On Death 32. The Souls Desire after God Penitential Cries I. The Sinner's Self-Reflection I. AH Lord ah Lord what have I done What will become of me What shall I say what shall I do Or whither shall I flee By wandering I have lost my self And here I 'll make my moan O whither whither have I stray'd Ah Lord what have I done II. Thy Candle searches all my Rooms And now I plainly see The numerous Sins of Earth and Hell Are summed up in me The Seeds of all the Ills that grow Are in my Garden sown And multitudes of them are sprung Ah Lord what have I done III. I have been Satans willing slave And his most easie prey He was not readier to command Than I was to Obey Or if at times he left my Soul Yet still his Work went on I was a Tempter to my self Ah Lord what have I done IV. I puft at all the threats of Heaven And slighted all its charms Nor Satans Fetters would I leave For Christs inviting Arms I had a Soul but priz'd it not And now my Soul is gone My forced Cries do pierce the Skies Ah Lord what have I done II. The Sinner's Remorse as the 25 Psalm I. LORD thou hast overcome I 've got my deadly wound And he that Kicks against the Pricks Will soon himself confound My Sins those venomous Darts Which Heaven-wards I did throw Are now my Rack being driven back By mine Almighty Foe II. My Sins have found me out And at my door they lie And there they stay both night and day And there I hear them cry In vain my Friends attempt To cure my miseries What they propound to me is drown'd In sins loud roaring cries III. In vain are all the Tears Of them that stand without My Dart's within it is my sin They cannot pull it out My Heart is all one wound My breath repeated sighs My Bread is tears my life is fears My Language Groans and Cries IV. What are Heavens lights to him Who in the Dungeon lies Not one thin Ray or piece of day Does chear my clouded eyes Sins match enkindles Hell Sin makes the Damned Roar This I have heard without regard But never knew before III. The Sinners Fears I. ALas for I have seen the Lord With a drawn Sword he stood Now might he sheath it in my flesh And bathe it in my blood I 've dar'd him with my mighty sins As if we was too slow But now he comes both arm'd and girt As an inraged Foe II. What shall a guilty Sinner do When Justice do's appear Or whither shall I flee from him Whose place is every where As I can neither stand nor fly So neither can I bear That mighty hand which Grinds the Rocks And doth foundations tear III. My pale my poor my trembling Soul Do's start at every thing It hourly fears huge Hosts of wrath From this incensed King Should he but his Commissions grant All Creatures would engage Against me as their Common foe With an united rage IV. I have such Monsters in my soul As do portend and tell As Devils here with me have dwelt So I with them must dwell They have my wretched Soul possest They hold it in their chains I fear least they should drag it down To suffer endless pains V. My fears are just I 've deserv'd Hell And'tis my proper hire But who can dwell O who can dwell With everlasting Fire IV. The Sinner's Shame or Confusion I. SO foolish so absurd am I That nothing can be more Was ever such a Monster seen Upon the Earth before I dare not look upon the Earth The witness of my Sin My conscience is a Doomsday Book I dare not look within II. Upwards I durst not cast mine Eyes For there my Judge doth sit Nor downwards whence the smoke does rise From the Infernal Pit How shall I answer at the Bar Of him who is most pure I cannot answer for my self My self I can't endure III. And as my self I can't endure My self I cannot fly Thus Fools do sell themselves for Slaves And what a Slave am I My Heart the seat of folly is My Life a Life of Sin Surely I am more brutish far Than ever Brute hath been IV. Is this my wit is this my way To make a glorious name Is this the thanks I 've paid to Heaven Ah what a beast I am The Crown is fallen from my Head My Royal Robes are gone Confusion is my only Cloak And I must put it on V. And whilst I blush and whilst I bleed Here will I sit alone And here I 'll lead the Lepers life And make my doleful moan I am not worthy of the Earth Not worthy of the Air Not worthy of one watery drop But of the Damneds fare VI. O how it kills my heart to think Upon my foolish ways Yet this I 'll bear and bless the Lord Because damnation stays V. The Sinner's Amazement as the 25 Psalm I. I Read that Sins are Clouds Whence Vengeance storms have fell But this is that I wonder at That I am out of Hell Sure there are those in Hell Who never have deserv'd In Hell to lie so much as I And yet I am preserv'd II. My sins have proudly scorn'd My sins have boldly dar'd The God of Might with much despight And yet my Soul is spar'd The best and goodliest things Which did this World adorn By sin are ras'd and quite defac'd Yet still I am forborn III. At our first Parents br●●ch Pale Death came rushing in The Angels fell from Heav'n to Hell Prest with the weights of sin The Sodomites Cry prevail'd Hell could no longer stay But lo there came a Sulph'rous Flame And met them by