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A spiritual songe of thankesgiuing vnto God, for his grace and power. VVritten by a close prisonner (with a coale) for his owne comforte
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Close prisonner.
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STC 22923; ESTC S121861
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A SPIRITVAL SONGE OF Thankesgiuing vnto GOD for his grace and power VVritten by a close prisonner with a coale for his owne comforte LET others singe of this and that I will singe to thy prayse Who doest out of aduersitie Deliuer me alwayes And â—â—â—â—'st to me that Comforter In all my sore temptation Who doeth refreshe my sinfull soule With spirituall consolation And graunt'st to me such patience For all my foes despight As I to wayte vpon thy will Doe inwardlie delight And when I see my nature striue Against thy iust correction Then doe I pray thy Maiestie To helpe myne vnsubiection And when my troubles most increase As who liues well and smarts not Then comes my Sauiour next to me And stickes by me and startes not And when I feele my fleshe to shrinke Vnder thy heauie hande I am constrain'd my â—â—â—â—chednes Better to vnderstaâ—â—â— Calling to minde those grieuous sinns I thought not on before Lamenting them and purposing To doe the like no more But their contrarie vertues all Eft soone to put in vre From grace to grace froÌ„ strength to strength Whyl'st my dayes shall endure By thy free grace and perfect strength Whereof alone I boast For if I should doe otherwyse My labour were but loste Since all good giftes doe come from thee And thou wilt suffer none To rob thee of that prayse which doeth Belong to thee alone Yet whyl'st by wrestling against sinne Rewarde for to obtaine I seeke by deserte of my workes Thou aunswer'st thus againe The aunswere WHereas thy sinnes doe farre exceede My grace doeth more abounde And in thy weakenes most of all My power is tryed and founde My grace in Christ sufficient is And all my workes doeth passe By it I am more glorified Then ought that euer was And as J made all things of nought And darkenes to be light So make I nought for to bee good And seeble to bee might All persons and all things on earth I haue shutt vnder sinne That by my pardon generall I might all glorie winne I am the first the middest and last And I am all in all That all at all times should on mee For helpe and mercie call My grace is sure full free and pure Or else it were no grace It can not stande at any hande Where workes haue any place My power infailleable and most incomparable Is of no force in deede When it is made of others aydeâ— To stande in any neede Therefore I call the worst of all And leaue the righteous still That all may see my grace to bee According to my will Therefore I bring both Clowne and King To dust to death to nought That euery wight should knowe my might All things alone hath wrought Wherefore bee still and flee from ill And doe well but confesse My guiftes in thee both lent to bee And marred more or lesse That still my grace may serue in place All thy defaultes to mende And that my power may euery hower Vpholde thee to the ende When there shal be no sinne in thee Weaknes nor wante at all But grace might wealth peace ioye right Health and glorie eternall THus doest thou Lord direct my soule To quiet peace and reste Whereby I am assured all Shall fall out to the beste And that no shame can me defame For why thou art my praise In life and death and all in all To me at all assaies For thy great mercies sake in Christ In whom thou art well pleased That heauie harted sinners of Their burthens should be eased And made partakers of those ioyes Vnspeakable and rife Which thou doest keepe in store for them After this wofull life And in meane while the holy ghoste Doeth keepe them safe and sounde No rage nor no resistance can Their happie state confounde Nowe whilest mine enimies seeke to driue Mee into desperation Thou forcest them against their willes To further my saluation And thou doest turne all wiles and wrongs Vnto their owne disgrace Who seeke by all extremities Thy seruauntes to deface And thou doest turne all other things To my behoofe likewise So that to better myne estate My harte can not deuise How euer wretched worldlings deeme I am quite cast awaye And myne olde friendes a loofe from me Doe stande as at a baye Yet thou doest stande at my right hande And compasse me about And furnishe me with diuers giftes To make me stronge and stout And outwarde giftes sufficient And meete for me and mine To serue thy grace and shewe thy power By prouidence diuine Beyonde reason without desert Better then many moe Of thy deare Saintes who are content And singe for ioye also Lorde graunt wee pray that so we may Since thou art stronge and kinde As in our conscience and experience We euerie day doe finde That by things all which doe befall We may drawe neare to thee Till thy sweete face in heauenly place For euer wee shall see AMEN M.D. XCII