And Maker-like thou sinner might have stai'd If thou thy maker had'st in heart obey'd But willingly thou wretch didst lose that grace And so became a miserable sinful race Of runagates from ought that tends to good But that thy Saviour shed his precious blood To bring thee back to that happy state again If thou had'st grace being there in it remain Praise him praise him and for thy self do pray That thou in him may'st ever live and stay And on his passion daily ruminate To work in thee of horrid sin a hate And keep in heart for what cause he was sent To call poor sinners that they may repent For without that be sure thou hast no part Nor any portion in thy Saviours smart But thou thy self dost him still crucifie Whom thou oughtst rather even to glorifie Repent betime if thou hast any grace Or else in heaven expect to have no place For no unclean thing can ascend on hy Where Angels sit and sing continually The Praises due to that heavenly holy one Who made all creatures by his word alone And is desirous for to have them all To come to him and doth them often call Then go with speed thou wretch and do not stay For great 's the danger of one hours delay And if thou shalt thy Saviour now deny He 'll not be heard when thou dost to him cry Then thou beware of being drawn away By him that seeks thy ruine and decay And doth delude thee by some slie deceit Enticing thee with his sweet sinful baite To overthrow thy soul and body there Where nought appears but onely horrid fear Of ugly feinds whose mouthes like lions roare And with their teeth do rend and eke devour All such as come within their hellish reach Then learn by others thee thy self to teach Of sinful life and death to stand in fear Lest soul and body both these hell-hounds tear And torture them in that most fearful place Where all must live do not partake of grace Then fast and pray and fast and pray againe That thou with Christ in heaven maist aie remain And do repent thee of thy sinful crime And be thou sure thou do 't whiles thou hast time For time 's not tyed no not to th' best mans leasure Therefore this day do thou give ore thy pleasure And strive to please thy heavenly God and King And to him alwayes his due praises sing And give him thanks that he hath spared thee Till thou hast time thy sinful life to see And blame thy self for thy hard stony heart Since that thy God hath plaid a loving part In often calling and recalling thee To search thy heart and secret sins to see For though thy conscience hourly thee accuse Yet to repent thou sinner do'st refuse So that death's due for this thy great neglect But that thy God doth lovingly thee respect And though thy sins do justly death deserve Yet still thy life this good God doth preserve And stead of death he heapes on thee blessings By sparing thee and eke long-sufferings To try if thou'lt thy sinful life forsake And to this good God thee thy self betake Who poureth out his blessings on thee still To try if he by gifts may win thy will To follow him O do thou follow then And follow fast withouten all delay This thy good God and from him do not stay With all thy heart and that unfeignedly And free from that vile sin hypocrisie Lest sleeping conscience justly thee accuse That thou thy self do'st thee thy self abuse By seeming other then indeed thou art But God above seeth th' secrets of thy heart Though man believe thou art the very same Which thou dost seem as if free from all blame Or blot of sin but what to them appeares In outward show or to their fleshly ears Report doth bring but sinner be thou sure Thy Saviour cannot this vile sin endure Thus to be mock't with that the outward part Which differs far from the inward sinful heart For he desires to have thy heart alone Then give him that or else thou givest him none For soul and body are ordain'd to go At th' end together whether they will or no To th' great accompt and therefore do thou see Thou daily use to obey the Deitie And be not thou with this wicked world beguiled For then a sinner thou art sure be stiled But have a care that thou do daily use Of daily sins thy self for to accuse And keep a strict account of thy weak state And then by that thou wilt discern thy fate Which must be hell or else that heavenly bliss Fie flie from that and care to cleave to this Where be assur'd thy Saviour thou shalt see Who hath endur'd the torments due to thee To suffer death as Christ himself hath done For all of them that to him freely come Then freely go and that without delay To him that putteth no man off with nay But willingly with love embraceth all Who on the name of Jesus onely call Then call and call and do thou call againe That thou in him may'st evermore remaine And then fear not but thou shalt with him finde Eternal joyes yea far beyond thy minde For be assur'd no earthly creature can Express the real happiness of that man That cometh there and therefore do thou strive At that great happiness that thou mayest arrive Where Saints and Angels sing continually To him that lives and shall eternally O let both heart and tongue and all agree To sing his praise so lovingly dyed for thee Let all the earth the worthy praises sing Of Christ our Saviour our heavenly king And join themselves in prais w th one accord To sing the praises of the heavenly Lord On whom th' arch-angels daily do attend And shall for aye e'n world without all end And all of them do all times sing To God our Saviour our heavenly king O mount my soule and strive to apprehend These heavenly joys which never shal have end And set thy song to that glorious Angels Who joys enjoy beyond all harts desire quire Even that the presence of our Saviour sweet The very Essence of all joy compleat Sweet Jesus please my soul may there reside And in thy Passion faithfully confide And thereby draw from hence this terren part As onely guided by a fleshly heart Subjects it self unto the inferiour power Who doth not cease torment it ev'ry houre With sundry passions it cannot resist But willingly complyes to what he list For to command untill he so shall please My Saviour sweet to grant to me some ease Of this tentation wherewith wretched I Have still been govern'd from my infancy Then come sweet Jesu and that presently Or else Lord Jesu I shall surely dye In this my sin except good God thou wilt With thy dear blood wash of my sinful guilt And take from me this wicked Legion out Of my poor heart and cause be put to rout All the tentations
suffer for the bodies crime Which conscience offer'd often to inform But pride of heart held conscience aye in scorn And would not hear when it made suit to speak For worldly affairs such suits do always break And so the soul is now depriv'd of bliss Or sight of heaven where its sweet Saviour is And that proud flesh of earth at first was made Must to the earth and there a while be staid For crawlers meat till that loud trump shall blow When soul and body both must undergo That final doom by God himself pronounced Because in life this God they have renounced And that most justly doth the conscience tell Depriv'd of heaven and doom'd to th' deepest hel Where they must live but wishing still for death Which they did fear at parting with their breath So what in heart in life was always loathed Will after death in heart he ever loved But not obtain'd as Diver doth thee tell Decreed for ever now to live in hell O eloquent death hath done more in one day Then Moses did with all that he could say Or yet the Prophets by their crying out These eighty years or now neer thereabout Yet all unheard or not in heart believed Till this hard heart of life is like bereaved O powrful death whose presence without speaking Hath done what Prophets could not by their preaching This conscience knows doth at large relate What th' heart hath done and what shall be its fate But out of time because it would not hear That it should come be laid on th' fatal bear Which now stands ready waiting at the dore To carry away who did it scorn before Is this a time then now for thee begin To think in what state thou at death art in For now thy conscience guilty of sin will say That th' weight of it to Topher doth thee sway Without all hope of thee for ere returning Whâ—n th'souls before and in that Tophet burning So all thy helps are surely now but weak If thou didst not in former times bespeak Them at his hands who always willing is And able also to bring thee to bliss If thou hast made the way for it before Or else there 's danger of it at deaths dore Thou foolish man observe the harmless Bee Who summer-time doth fill her downy thie And in her storehouse hoards up plenty of meat Against the time when there is none to get Look likewise on that little creature Ant Who being careful how to prevent want Foreseeing winter to be coming on In time of summer makes provision These little creatures teach thee time well spent In its due time and that with good intent May gain unto thee blessings happily Which shall continue for eternity But th' old man he is blind and cannot see And th'young man he is stout and will not be Correct with death this death which only can As all things else unmake this creature man And that being done then all this massie earth Unable is for to regain him breath And therefore now be sure whilsâ— thou hast power For to remember death comes at an hour When 't is not look'd foâ— like unto the thief When man 's in health and is of full belief That he shall live and so he still expects The length of daâ—eâ— but th'day of death neglects And yet doth know that he 'fore all the rest Who dyeth well thus only shall be blest For if a man were able spend his time Dâ—void of sin or any sinful crime And prove an Atheist but for one half hour And therein comes his blessed Saviour And doth demand what only is his own And roâ—peth there where he hath never sown O what a case may this man now be in Who long liv'd well yet dy'd in deadly sin Since th'tree as 't grows that way it surely fals And as the thief doth come so God he cals For th'foolish Virgins had their final doom For want of oyl shut out of th'marriage room O what a fearful horrid case is this For one houres pleasure lose eternal bliss Then watch my soul and do thou always say Good Lord give us our daily bread this day For after one day filthy worms did eat That precious Manna which was heavenly meat Because that they who every day would have Should every day for daily blessings crave And knew those worms did food of Angels eat Within a while will of the flesh make meat And though thy soul it cannot then be there Yet soul and body are decreed to beare Their share alike at the last reckning day Then do not thou this reck'ning now delay For wretched man this time doth draw fast on Neer unto death by computation And every day thy sins they do increase Time for repentance daily doth decrease And if repentance by grace be obtained There 's satisfaction also must be gained Or else I doubt repentance very much Without repayment cannot prove be such As it should be and then I greatly feare There will no dayes be longer granted there For death is strong and will not be orecome By threats nor treats whenas the day doth come Then thou fond man who seeing thy sick friend Wilt not say to him he is neer his end Till he be likely to yield up his breath And then thou wills him he should think of death Lest that the name of death should fearful be To him that is now at the point to die Then fear this death before he so neer come For 't is too late to do 't at th'day of doom Seeing if deaths warrant shall but once be sealed There is no wealth can cause it be repealed And therefore now have care prevent the worst Lest thou doe hold thy day of birth accurst When hils nor mountains are not able hide But this thy life must then be justly tride By thine own conscience 'fore that dreadful King Who knows and sees even every secret thing And sendeth this his servant powrful death To take away from thee thy dearest breath O then have care thou do thy dayes spend well If thou intend to keep thy soul from hell And be thou often thinking of this death How 't is his office to take away thy breath And do it daily since each day thou may Even lose thy life in that one dayes delay And so by this accustom'd daily count Thou 'lt see thy sins how they decrease or mount And if th' hast wealth thy care is so much more To leave'â— then he that is esteemed poor O living look thou stare upon deaths face That dying thou maist know his comely grace For familiarity will only bring A loving liking of a loathed thing Then thou my soul acquaint thee with this death Before he come to fetch away thy breath For tho his physnomie be pale and grim If daily seen thou 'lt stand no fear of him Then do thou look upon him every day As he were coming to call thee away By so much oftner that thou
taught thee how thou ought to live In serving God and to him praises give Praise him praise him praise him continually Who was so pleas'd for sinfull man to dy Forget not then when canst not see the sun To think how Christ down to this earth did come To gain thee to him and with him to live Then yield him thanks and to him praises give Who did endure the torments due to thee A wretch a wretch a wretch most unworthy Follow his example then thou needst not fear Tho th' Prince of darkness do to thee appear For if he shall he hath no power to hurt thee If thou hast faith fear not Christ will defend thee And grant thee strength for to withstand his powr Tho he assault thee every day and hour But thou must strive and ne'r be drawn to yield For if thou dost be sure to lose the field Expect this Fiend to have him fall upon thee Since he spar'd not thy Saviour who did make thee But carried him into the wilderness Making expression of great holiness For when he fasted had full forty dayes Being hungry then the tempter to him sayes If thou be Christ the Son of God indeed Comand these stones that they may be made bread But he replied Life 's not by bread alone But by the words which come from God each one And yet the tempter did not leave him thus No marvel then if he do so with us But set him on the Temples highest stone And will'd him thence to throw his body down Seeing it is writ his Angels shall protect thee Lest dash of stone at any time may hurt thee But answering he replied this holy word 'T is writ thou shalt not tempt thy God the Lord. Yet still the tempter did not give him over But set him higher where he might discover Even all th' earths kingdoms then within his eyes And th'glory of them did to him descrie And said if he would fall and worship him He freely would bestow them all on him But Jesus then bid Satan to be gone Saying thou shalt worship only God alone And only him none other shalt thou serve Doe so my soul 't will thee from death preserve So Satan left him and the Angels came And fed him then in great Jehovah's name Observe my soul the subtlety of this Spirit Alleadging Scripture ' gainst the meaning of it To private ends his fancy for to please Without respect how it did God displease Then fear the spirit make trial if 't be of God Or else be sure he 'll send his heavy rod To punish such as aim to wrest the truth But cleave to it as did to Naomi Ruth Take th' sacred sense beware of any wresting With holy things be sure there be no jesting Apply not places to thy private sence Lest pleasing thee may give thy God offence Read with great rev'rence when thou readest such An humble heart helps understanding much Make use of this and here observe with care How by ill spirits the Scaiptures wrested are And uses made unto some wicked end The Lord of life me from such spirits defend For these Expositors Scriptures do expound ' Gainst ancient writers men much more profound Who spent their lives in following that profession which is now gain'd by some few mouths possession They studied hard before they could obtain it But some new teachers think but light to gain it And when they purpose to the people preach They think it Gospel whatsoere they teach Without respect what our forefathers told Or what hath been in those the dayes of old As though by nature Learning now were gain'd When God doth know it is by some profan'd But thou my soul such shallow places read As thou maist wade them without any dread And leave the deeps for such have art to swim Whatsoever seas of deeps they do come in Learn no such art but leave 't to them that think No sea so deep wherein they cannot sink The Lord of host deliver me from such thought For his sweet sake hath me so dearly bought And keep me safe from this presumptuous sin And many more which I have lived in For ' spiring minds are seldom satisfied Although their wisdom be but folly tried But thou my soul let others folly teach Thee be content with that 's within thy reach Make godly use of what thy God hath given And by such use thou l't keep the way to heaven Keep that way still let nothing turn thee out Then God will prosper all thou goest about Though for the present he may please to try Lest in affliction thou wilt him deny As that just Job whom Satan could not touch Although the Serpents power did tempt him much But he us'd all temptations to good ends Observe his strength for to withstand his friends Take his example when thou tempted art And have a care thou do perform his part Observe his carriage let his patience move thee To serve thy Maker who entirely loves thee Although he teach thee with his heavy hand He will in th' end give thee thy hearts demand But then thou must not curse thy God and die For if thou dost 't is death eternallie And such a death as cannot be redeemd With all th' earths wealth how much soer esteemd Respect no pleasure nor no cruel pain Whatsoere thou suffer so that heaven thou gain Let no affliction alter thy resolve Altho't be such as life on earth dissolve For that this life on earth cannot be long And then there 's hope thou l't sing a heavenly song Among the Saints where glory doth abound Beyond the reach of th' best on earth are found For earthly minds unable are conceive What heavenly comfort Saints in heaven receive By th' glorious presence of that King of Kings Who doth abhor the sight of sinful things But casts them down to that infernal lake Where all must live that do of sin prrtake Then fear to sin and always it eschew Like death it self lest thou may come to rut And fall to curse the time of thy birth-day And to thy self thou thus lament and say Have I spent full out seventy years in sin Have I this while in them uncareful bin What shall befall me after I am dead What is it I have oft had in my head Have I esteemd this life as if immortal And after death of life to be but mortal Have I so much this wicked world esteemd As of this death I have but only dreamd Have I felt limbs how they grow stiffe and weak And cannot see how fast my life doth break Have I observed that my eyes grow blind And cannot know that even so doth my mind Have I discernd my memory to fail And cannot find my vital parts to quail Have I seen wrinkles in my withered skin And cannot see my life is weak within Have I observd my hair to fall away Yet cannot feel my life is in decay Doth not the baldness of my
hoary head Discover how my inward parts are dead Can I feel stitches in my hollow side And cannot feel my life away to glide Have I a shortness in my inward breath And will not know it tendeth towards death Hath not my head endur'd excessive pain Not taking notice death hath seiz'd my brain Do I feel stomack grown exceeding weak And cannot feel how fast my life doth break Do I perceive my ears grow thick of hearing And such my eyes will not see death appearing Shall I not taste this pill of bitter gall Though I discern that death doth daily call Will nothing draw me th'scent of death to smell Till he have thrown me down to th' deepest hell Are not my senses sensless grown even all Yet not discern 't is death that doth them call Will nothing make these sensless creatures fear Till they be thrown upon the fatal bear Are they all agreed to struggle with this death Tho with that strugling they do lose their breath Hath not death taken my right eye away And I not think my left eye shall decay Do I know thousands thousands slain in field And can forget that I to death must yield Can I think how my dearest friends are dead Yet my own death not once to trouble my head Are there not some my children gone before And I not think my self shall make them more Do I discern my bony teeth decay And cannot see my life 's in the same way Have I felt weakness in my body all And cannot feel how God doth on me call Are not my ears grown very slow to hear And such my eyes will not see death appear Have I been sick and stood no fear of death But still in hope I should retain my breath Have I liv'd full out seventy years and three And still expect that I shall live till eighty Have I escaped dangers great and many And therefore think death will not come with any Hath not my heart took much more great delight In doing wrong then doing that is right O wretched beast art so to sin given ore As thou l't comply with Satan more and more Will nothing draw thee for to serve thy God Till thou be beaten with his heavy rod Am I so taken with beloved sin As my amendment I will nere begin Wilt not be frighted with the sight of hell Till thou be thrown into it there to dwell Will my stiff heart for sickness sigh and groan And for its sin will not so much as moan Can I observe my marrowless bones grow drie And cannot see that now my death is nie Have I run out all this my life in pleasure And for repentance never could find leasure Hath not my conscience often me reproved And have not I therewith been nothing moved Have not my senses all of them offended And have not I been often reprehended Heth not my heart been pleased even much more In serving Satan then my Saviour Hath not my heart delighted in delay And have not I wisht in my sin to stay Have I not dearly lov'd this fleshly lust And still forgot my self to be but dust Have I not watched opportunity That I might sin with much more delecacie Have I such horrid wickedness committed And have I many such good deeds omitted Have I sought time that I might commit sin And none could find that I might repent in Have I had care for gaining worldly wealth And nere respected any spiritual health Have I been going Babels way tâ—ll now And shall I still my knees to Baal bow Have not my members always sin obeyed And spiritual motions have they not denyed Hath not my heart been ever hardned so As thought of death could breed in it no wo Hath not my heart so hard and stony been As judgments moved not though by me seen Have I seen some were suddenly struck dead And yet it bred no scruple in my head Have I heard sin reprov'd with greatest zeal And it from s n me nought at all repeal Have I heard hell to be at full described Yet I thereby was nothing terrified O wretched heart thy conscience can thee tell That thou hast wisht there was nor heavn nor hell For if not so it surely would appear That thou didst stand of this great God in fear Say couldst thou take it for a friendly deed If friend with beâ—ting make thy body bleed Wilt thou imagine it a friendly part For to endeavour stab thy friend to th' heart Canst thou presume retain a faithful friend By abusing him for gaining thy own end Canst thou conceive that flesh and blood should suffer Such vile abuse as thou to Christ dost offer Canst thou ere think to gain thy fathers blessing When thou turn'â—t back with thy heel dost kick him Canst see thy father come unto thee kneeling And yet it work in thy hard heart no feeling Canst see thy father in thy quarrel suffer Yet no assistance thou wilt to him offer Canst see thy father slain in thy defence And yet it work in thee no penitence Canst see thy father only for thy sake All bloody gasping and no help wilt make Canst see thy father by thy enemy slain And yet that enemy thou'lt in love retain Canst see thy father kneeling fore thy face Yet thou 'lt revile him with all soul disgrace Canst see thy father kneel unto thee weeping Yet thou to slight him with a countnance laughing Hath any man a heart is hardned so Will not relent to see his fathers wo Are these affronts unto an earthly father And yet are none unto thy heavnly Saviour Canst think no d fference 'twixt an injury done Unto thy Saviour and to thine own son Canst thou presume that God will pardon such Wherewith an earthly father would think much When father friend nor son nor self nor all Are with thy Saviour worthy of name equal O wretched wretched wretched heart that sees Th' art fild with such some far worse then these And yet canst think thy conscience may dissemble Because all these cannot make th' heart to tremble Have I them all and many more such seen And yet my heart thereby no better been Have I esteem'd more of an earthly father Then I have done of that my heavenly Saviour Have I more dreaded father to offend Then him who did my life unto me lend Have I beheld him bleeding for my sake And yet that blood my heart could nothing shake Do I delight in gulping up sweet wine And yet forget Christ shed his blood for mine Am I as joyful to Jehovah pray As with my friend to trifle time away Hath not my heart been joyd in jesting more Then pouring prayers to my sweet Saviour Have I not joyd with friend to jest and talk More then with Jesus sadly for to walk Have I in me a heart is made of steel â—o hard as it no good at all can feel Can I retain a fear lest man should see And care not though
my God beholdeth me Shall I fear more that brings a mortal shame Then that which doth bring me eternal blame Doth th' eye of man deter me from my sin And th' eye of God have no power me within Have I discern'd this weakness in my mind And cannot see 't is Sathan makes me blind Examine conscience see what it now saith For it well knows thou hast not any faith Not yet dost think that there is any good Although he beat thee with his heavy rod Yet thou perchance wilt say thou dost believe But that even then the serpent did bereave The thought of heaven out of thy faint weak heart And would not suffer conscience play his part Who knoweth well that though thy tongue say so Thy stony heart within thee will say no For it doth use and love with God dissemble Or els no doubt w th fear 't would shake tremble Seeing neither hope of heaven nor fear of hell Can win this heart as conscience can thee tell O hypocrite leave off with God dissembling And pray him please to smite this heart with trembling This stony heart who thinks God doth not see Because even then he 's not in heart with thee But when thou comes unto thy God again And he so please with thee a while remain Thy tongue will then confess thou hast offended And for thy sin most justly reprehended But conscience knows thy heart is broken nought But still the same and aye doth yield to ought The Serpent offers to the fickle mind Rejecting Christ thy God and Saviour kind So as thy tongue may seem to praise his name Yet is thy heart even still the very same Involv'd in sin and therein takes delight Although thy conscience tell thee 't is not right And then perchance thou wilt presume that he Although thou sin yet still will pardon thee And so thou spends this time of grace in sin As if for sinning death had never been But think not so but think thy Saviour stands Before thy face two tables in his hands Wherein are writ our duty there commanded And its observance now by him demanded Canst thou reply thou sin'd in hope of grace Fie sin not so let such hope have no place Within thy heart but then think death is come With thy desert O fearful fatal doom Consider wretch and think what this may be Thou 'lt find it prove a fatal doom to thee When neither hils nor mountains can thee hide But still before that just Judge thou must bide Till thou do hear this sentence there pronounced That for thy sin thou art of God renounced Canst thou now sin and then not think of this Thou must be cast from out eternal bliss Where 's then that hope wherein thou hast presumed When death is come and all thy dayes consumed And then no hope of any longer stay But doom'd by death to Satan for a pray Canst thou now sin and not lay this to heart O lay 't betime lest soul and body part O sinful soul take notice of thy sin Lest death do come before thou dost begin O now begin and that without delay Lest death arrest thee'fore to morrow day When soul must suffer for the bodies sin And careless life which it hath lived in Without so much as any one dayes accompt To what a height thy sins that day will mount Begin this day and so go on to th' end And by that course thou 'lt see how life doth mend Neglect not this but use it constantly Lest thou be taken unprovided dy Be watchful then and alwayes be provided ' Gainst soul and body come to be divided Provide for this can no way be eschewed And let this course by all meanes be ensewed And so in time there may be hope of gaine Or else expect in heaven to have no place Strive for that place and strive and strive again For without Christ thy labour 's all in vaine And fast and pray upon thy bended knees To him who thee and all thy actions sees And ne'r forget thou canst not void his sight Who doth discerne thy heart in darkest night And now my soul do thou observe with care What over-weenings in thy judgement are If thou didst know it be an others fact Couldst thou approve on 't for a lawful act Wouldst thou allow that in thy onely son Which thou thy self hast now but newly done Art not ashamed that thou shouldst do a thing Which were not lawful though done by a King Can'st thou espie thy brothers mote unknown Yet canst not see the beam is in thy own VVilt thou be mindful of anothers ill Yet careless how thou bringst thy self to hell VVere eyes given thee to look into another And thy own sins in thy own brest to smother Can'st thou have feeling of thy friends offence And canst not see thy self is void of sense Can'st thou see faults within thy brother shine Yet canst not think that he againe seeth thine VVilt thou allow thy senses alwayes rome And ne'er attend to ought that 's done at home VVere senses sent to shew thy brothers faile VVithout respect what tends to thine availe A wise man may make use of others ill And by their faults observe his own to kill VVilt thou it be foul if 't be anothers fact And yet be faire if it be but thy own act Is there such difference in a brothers blood VVhat 's ill in th' one is in the other good If any such it is of their own making And not of judgement but of meer mistaking Art thou resolved to dye as thou dost live And canst expect that God will thee forgive But though thy sins be to this world unknown Assure thy self that hell will have its own And though thy Saviour still do suffer thee In thy own sins which he makes known to thee By his holy Spirit who daily doth attend Upon thy heart to see if thou wilt mend Yet do not think he 'll do as he hath done In often calling that thou'lt to him come But rather think that he hath given thee over Unto thy self without hope to recover So as thou'lt see that thy sad and weak estate As Judas-like become be reprobate O woe 's my heart neer ' yet could harbour wo Though often threatned with this word of Go Thou cursed cursed into th' hell of fire Where thou must burn without hope to retire O cry O cry cry to thy Saviour sweet And never cease till he shall please to meet Thy humble heart and grant it some remorse Which daily's grown each day be worse worse Sweet Jesus come good Lord I humbly pray And drive that Satan far from me away For he hath drawn me from my God and King Who 's worthy praise I am ever bound to sing Sweet Jesus hear me hear me Lord I pray And hear me so as I may ever stay And never more so fall as I have done But aye expect this blessed word of Come But I
sometimes with too much cost Provided what was pleasing to thee most For to content thy dainty appetite I do much fear herein thou didst not right Hast thou forborn at all to drink thy fill Or didst not thou even drink so long until Thy stomack did desire to have no more If pleasing wine there were but any store Especially when the drink did prove be such Wherein thy pallat was but pleased much Nay hast not thou thereby been sometimes made So very drunk that thou would'st not be said Then was 't not sin in taking of this drink Yes sure there was and so I know dost think Hast thou forborne sometimes to eat thy meat Whenas thy stomack did desire to eat And hadst it ready then within thy power Didst thou forbear to eat for fourty hour And if thou didst then say now for what end Didst thou so fast was it from heart to send Thy prayers up unto thy God on high Who for his service onely did make thee And was it thus thy fleshly lust to tame Which needs would force thy body be to blame The tempter he did move thy Saviour much Yet Satans self thy Saviour could not touch For he would not believe the Serpents wiles Since it is trust which most of men beguiles Then fast and pray and do thou put thy trust In God alone for he is onely just And fear this feind and him forsake and flie And trust him not for he is too too slye But have an aiming alwayes at thy end And in thy way expect to meet this feind For he at all times well prepared is For to advise thee do what is amiss And therein he doth take his most delight And will perswade thee that thou art in right Hast thou been us'd to lye upon the ground I fear there will but a very few such be found Nay hast not thou delighted often lye On th' softest bed thou couldest well come by And say hast thou forborn thy bed at all That on thy Saviour thou for grace mightst call Nay hast not rather much more loved sleep Then that thou shouldst from rest thy body keep Nay hast not thou committed horrid sin And without pardon on thy bed down lyen Nay hast not thou even often faln asleep Without entreating God would please thee keep Nay hast thou thought how thou thy life hast led That day before thou wentst unto thy bed Didst thou cast up that day its sin's accompt Or to such custome art thou daily wont Didst thou give thanks to God for blessings sent Of sins committed didst thou thee repent Nay rather didst not thou omit them both Because leave sleeping thou wast very loath Nay hast not thou sometimes thy sleep forsaken To commit sin whenas thou wast awaken Nay hast not thou forsaken thy sweet sleep That thou thy self in pleasing sin mightst keep Nay hast not thou spent many a life-long night To follow that which was thou know'st not right Nay hast not thou delighted more in night Yea often better then thou didst in light Examine truly th' cause of this thy love If so it were to serve thy God above Or rather was 't not to avoid his sight Who thou didst dream unable see in night O wretched beast canst thou conceive it so Then be assured that God thou dost not know But 't cannot be that thou art of that minde But that the devil hath made all of thee blinde For fear thou shouldst thy sensual sin now see Which thine own conscience knows a shame to be For never man on earth so brutish born But brutish sin if in his sight did scorn And therefore such as work of darkness nam'd Because if seen that man would be asham'd O shameless man that 's blinde and cannot see How subtle Satan hath deluded thee To act a sin in darkness of the night As though thou wert then out Jehovah's sight Yet though thy sin were such and ended were Thy conscience tells thee that thy God 's not there Yet saw thy sin and also punish't will Except thou dost repent thee of that ill O then for shame repent thee of that fact Wherewith thou blusht to have been seen in th' act For though that mortals have no power to see Without the light comes from the Deitie Yet God himself who Maker was of light Did likewise make for th' good of man the night But not to hide our sin it was he made it Although the Devil by cunning so abuse it For he delights himself in darkness much And so do all of them are sinners such Whereby their conscience doth them plainly tell They darkness love and therefore shall have hell O horrid horrid fearful horrid minde Which canst not see that thou art even stone-blinde But thou wilt say that thou didst so much know But that even then thou didst forget it though O wretch O wretch that canst so soon forget That thou hast any soul within thee yet And that thy Saviour suffer'd death for thee If thou dost fear and from this Satan flie But thou dost yield to follow this feind still And love him dearly with good heart and will Yet thinkst that God himself cannot thee see Because he 's secret in thy heart with thee Which keepeth close within thy brazen brest Where none can come but them whom thou lik'st best Yet outwardly it plainly doth appear Whom inwardly thou lov'st and harbourst there For the very secrets of thy heart are shown By the outward actions which are too wel known For to proceed thy conscience can thee tell Not from above but even from lowest hell For 'twixt these two thou canst not finde a mean But thou must either go to hell or heaven Then blame thy self if that thou dost amiss To make thy choice of that and forsake this Hath ever man been born so blinde as he Which can and may and yet oft will not see For such are all of them are so behaved Whose sin to Satan hath their bodies slaved For they are well said slaves to death and sin Who faithful servants to the Devil have been O horrid horrid what more horrid still To think of this which is the end of ill Can it be possible mans Reason should forget 'Fore all his actions th' end thereof to set But if a man be able see yet 's blinde No marvaile then if he forget in 's minde For that proceeds out of his wilfulness But this out of defect forgetfulness And both these weapons doth the Serpent use And many more besides this man to abuse And no great need for that this man alone Even of himself to sin is ever prone And doth in 's pleasure take so much delight As what is wrong he will it shall be right Yet cannot he from such vain thoughts be brought Cause blind to good yet willing see what 's nought O wretched man to be of such a feature And yet o'recome by such a wicked nature And then thou 'lt say that