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A16797 The soules heavenly exercise set downe in diuerse godly meditations, both prose and verse, by Nicholas Breton gent Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? 1613 (1613) STC 3700.5; ESTC S113342 21,730 172

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Maiestie such is y e nature of my corruption as giues me no other expectation whiles I looke vpō mine owne desert but when againe with the humble eye of a penitent heart I beholde the bleeding wounds of the blessed bodie of thy dearely beloued sonne Iesus Christ and see in his merite a present helpe for all my hurte in his death my life and in his loue my eternall consolation how can I despaire of one droppe of comfort where I see a fountaine of so much grace as quencheth y e thirst of all y t come vnto it ioyeth y e harts of all that taste of it and reuiueth the soules of all that drinke of it No my deare Lord in him alone I humbly beseech thee looke vpon mee in his woundes let me hide me till in his merite thy mercie heale mee I dare not speake to thee let him onely speake for me beholde his goodnesse and not my wickednesse looke on him that hath pleased thee and for his sake forget mee that haue offended thee it is I that haue deserued death for my sinnes but it is he that hath dyed for thē and since hee hath satisfied thy iustice in him let mee begge mercy mercy good Lord Lord of all mercy be merciful vnto me in Christ his passion forgiue mee in his loue looke vpon me let his bloode wash mee cleane from my sins and his kindnesse be a Mediatour for my comfort that being by him redeemed to thy seruice I may in his loue liue to thy glorie and in the comfort of thy holy spirite in the blessing of his merit and ioy of thy mercie I may sing to thy holie Maiestie the eternall Halleluiah Amen O Blessed Lord father of all goodnesse mercie who seest the very thoughts of men before they be effected and knowest the world before it was created O incomprehensible GOD whose vnsearchable wisdome is vnspeakeable in all goodnesse who hast made the heauens for thy beloued and beholdest on earth the teares of thy afflicted who onely canst doe all things at thy good pleasure art plesed in nothing but goodnes sweete Lord y t hast mercy ouer al thy works and art the onelie worker of all mercie who hast commaunded al to come vnto thee hearest all that cry vnto thee and helpest all that trust in thee deare god among the humble heartes of those penitēt soules that with the teares of true repentance in the faith of thy sonnes merit fly onely to thy sacred mercy I most humbly beseech thee vouchsafe thy gratious eare to y e grieuous complainte of my tormented spirit oh Lord that hast enlightened my soule w t the shining beames of thy grace that hath taken awaie the scales from mine eyes that would not let mee see the heauen of thy holy loue hast in the pretious blood of thy deare beloued sonne Iesus cleansed mee from my sinnes and in the sweetenes of thy loue giuen me a taste of thy selfe hast reformed my soule to thy seruice anewe moulded my minde to thy mercy sweete Lord I humbly beseech thee let not all this good be lost in me that thou hast done for me giue mee not ouer to my selfe that sinne doe not ouercome me but keepe mee so vnder thy winges that no wicked spirit may haue power ouer mee Thou knowest my tēptations oh deliuer me from them rebuke those wicked spirits that I may be ridde of them and confound their illusions that I be not deceiued by them O Lord cōsider my miseries I am a wretched sinner dust and ashes f●● of nothing but corruptiō weaknes iniquity thou art a glorious God spirit life creator of al cōfort only ful of al power goodnes glory sweet Lord therfore in thy pitty looke vpon me make me strong in thee y t am weak in my selfe wise in thee y t am foolish in my selfe holy in thee y t am wicked in my selfe be merciful vnto me helpe mee plague thē y t seeke y e hurt of mysoule confound them y t seeke to drawe me from thy loue From the loue of this worlde from the delight of sinne and from the assaults of the diuell good Lord deliuer mee from presumptuous sinnes and despaire of thy mercy sweete Iesu preserue mee Hate me not for my sinnes but pittie mee for thy selfe oh saue me for I am thy seruant beholde the sorrowes of my soule I haue roared for the very disquiet of my heart oh blesse mee with the peace of thy holie spirite that I may sing to the glory of thy mercy Amen O Blessed God father of all power mercy comfort whose graces are infinite and whose glory is vnspeakeable O God of all goodnesse who canst not be but good whose goodnesse is almighty whose power is ful of mercy sweet Lord that seest the misery of man without the comfort of thy grace the weakenes of man without y e assistance of thy holy spirit and the sorrowe of man without the ioy of thy loue let not the burthen of sinne lie so heauie vpon the wounded conscience of thy wretched creature that harty praiers may obtain no hearing true repentance may gaine no comfort nor bitter teares moue any compassion let not the wicked fiend so haūt y e soule of a sinner y t he haue no thought of thy grace let not the cares of this world y e feare of death the sorrow of sinne nor the suggestion of the diuell driue him into despaire of thy mercy looke on him whome thou hast made hear him whom thou hast called and saue him whom thou hast redeemed heale the heart that is wounded and comforte the soule that is full of sorrowe in thy power fight for mee against the enemy that doth assault my soule in thy goodnesse cure me of thei ll wherwith he hath infected mee and in thy mercie defende mee from the temptations wherewith hee seeketh to destroy mee Thou art my life oh let mee liue in thee thou art my loue let me neuer be from thee thou art my Lord let me liue but to thee thou art my God oh let mee euer be with thee I haue sinned and woe is mee but I am sory well is mee for in the sorrowe of my sinne is my hope of thy mercie and in the hope of thy mercie is the ioy of my soule Thou biddest mee repent and I shall haue mercie aske and I shall haue knocke and it shall be opened vnto mee O my deare God with the deepe sighes of vnfained sorrowe and the true teares of my hearts repentance haue I knocked at the gates of thy gratious mercie begging an almes from y e hand of thy blessed bountie one crumme of comfort from the table of thy mercie one looke of pittie from the eye of thy loue one droppe of thy bloode to cleanse mee from my sinnes one droppe of thy grace to feede the lampe of my loue and one looke of thy loue to make me liue for euer Sweete Iesu
seeme not deafe to me who hearest all that cry vnto thee but open the gates of thy mercie and let in the soule of thy vnworthy seruant that being rauished with the ioy of thy presēcc I may sing aloude to thy glory Amen O Most mercifull God the fountaine of all goodnesse and glorie of mercie who seest y e ioyes of the soule that is touched w t the finger of thy loue and knowest the sorrowes of the heart that languisheth in the griefe of thy displeasure I humbly beseech thee haue mercy vpon the afflicted spirite of thy poore vnworthy creature who sometime is rauished with the admiration of thy goodnesse but no sooner falleth from the hande of thy mercie but is readie through the illusion of sinne to drowne in the sea of iniquitie where how deepe are the sorrowes of the repentant let thy seruant Peter be a witnesse But what is a plant that hath no earth to growe in What is a fish that hath no water to swimme in what is the heart that hath no loue to liue in and what is the soule that hath not thy spirite to ioy in Oh when thy seruant Peter was rauished in the sweetenesse of his ioy he forgat y e greatnesse of thy goodnesse when presuming of his owne power he remembred not the gift of thy grace who then saide hee would die for thy loue but shortly after denyed thee thy loue in the feeling time of thy loue death was sweete to his imagination but in y e withdrawing time of thy mercy life was sweet to his corruption in y e ioyfull time of thy loue hee was like a plant y t florished by the river side who in the groūd of thy grace did prosper w t the deaw of thy mercy but no sooner fell from the blessing of thy holy spirit but he was like a blasted stock y t loosing his sap was ready to be cut down cast into y e ster but sweete Lord thou didst tel him his folly correct him for his fault thou shewedst him his weak nesse and thou gauest him strēgth he loued thee thou knewst it yet he forgot thee and thou sawest it but how sweetly didst thou deale w t him Thou didst loue him euer didst leaue him but for a while Thou keptst sap in y e roote that made the tree to flourish and to bringe forth much fruite yea to him who had thrust himselfe out of Paradise thou gauest the keies of heauen gates Howe greate then is thy goodnesse that forgiuing offences wilt ioy the hearte with such gladnesse Sweete Christ thou sawest his sorrow with his sinne and setting the one against the other diddest cure him of both his words were heinous in denying of thee but his teares were bitter that hee shedde for thee when thy hande of mercie wiping away y t one would not let thee looke on the other Such was thy regarde of his loue as put his sinnes out of thy remembrance O sweete Iesu is thy mercie closed vp into so narrowe a compasse that only Peter hath the benefit of thy blessing No my dear loue I know thou art almighty all good all glo rious thy mercie is ouer all thy workes and I am one of them whom thou hast made thou camest to call sinners to repentance and with confession of mine vnrighteousnesse I cry vnto thee for mercy thine eares are open vnto all and therefore I know thou wilt heare me thine eyes beholde all things therefore I know with my sins my sorrowes are not hid from thee thou art good to all that trust in thee and therefore my hope is onely in thee but where Peter denied thee once I haue denyed thee too often where he repēted in tears I haue continued in sins he therfore obtained mercy I haue deserued punishmēt but yet at what time soeuer a sinner repēteth him of his from the bottom of his hart thou hast promised sweete Lord that thou wilt put all his wickednesse out of thy remembrance thy promise is trueth thy truthe can not faile and therefore in the faith of thy trueth w t the teares of sorrowe I fly to the comfort of thy mercy I dare not boast of my loue my soule hath beene so blotted with iniquitie but cry in the sorrowe of my sinne O lord thinke vpon mee in thy mercie and though I be not Peter yet be thou Christ. I come not to him to be let in at thy gates but cry vnto thee for the comfort of thy mercie most humbly beseeching thee to forgiue me my wickednesse and to inspire mee with thy goodnesse that if I slide yet I may not greatly fall but in the feeling of thy mercie I may lay downe my life in thy loue and in the comfort of such grace giue thee wholly y e glory let no cocke crowe at my deniall of thee but the Angels reioyce at my confession of thee yea let my soule be so rauished with the loue of thee that I may ioy in nothinge but thee and in the ioyfull ioy of my soule sing to thee the onely true due and eternall Halleluiah Amen BLessed Lord and Lord of al blessednesse father of all mercy and God of all goodnesse who out of the aboundance of thy heauenly store dost enrich the soules of thy belooued seruantes and sufferest none to perish that put their trust in thy mercie looke I humbly beseech thee vpon the miserable neede of my distressed soule which pining thoroughe the wante of thy grace cryeth vnto the glorie of thy pitty Merciful Lord be mercifull vnto me the sorrowes of my hart are enlarged oh bring thou me out of my troubles many are the sorrowes that I endure but most in the cold feeling of thy comfort for when I faine would seeke after thee the cares of this worlde the corruption of the flesh and the illusions of the diuell are readie to drawe mee from thee in thy word I haue beene vnfaithfull for thy blessings vnthankefull and if thy seruice vndutifull if thou correct me I am vnpatient if thou forbeare me I am vngratious and in thou entreate mee I am vnkinde Thus euery way wo is me I am so full of iniqnitie that goodnesse hath almost no place in me sinne hath taken such holde vpon mee that despaire hath almost possest mee but yet sweete Lord if thou but touch y e heart al the bodie wil haue health and if it please thee to comfort the soule how can the heart be agrieued O deare God at thy rebuke the windes were downe the waues were calme the ship was safe and thy disciples were ioyfull at the touch of thy finger the blinde receiued their sight and at the sounde of thy voice a legion of diuels ranne away O Lord all power is in thy will and all glorie is in thy mercie in thy glorious mercie therefore I humbly beseech thee looke vpon me deliuer me from y e troubles that in the depth of sorrow