coÌ„panie â—…f the Marchants Aduenturers residing at Hamborough The blessing of both vvorlds in â—…rist Iesus WElbeloued There is nothing more comfortable to a spirituall minded maÌ„â—…n to muse meditate of his â—…arture hence into the blessed â—…t of Christ in the other life â—… to a vvordling that vvould â—…ld vp a rest for his body here â—…g a requiem to his soule in this â—…le of teares nothing is more fearefull hiddeous then for hiâ—… to heare death spoken of We mâ—… therefore examine our selues vvhether vve can sing a song ofâ—… in this exile and banishmeÌ„t vvhther vve can solace our selues in hymnes songs of our ends aâ—… departure hence For vve mâ—… hence Nothing more sure but tâ—… tyme vvhen the place vvhere 〈◊〉 the manner hovv Nothing morâ—… vnsure It is sufficient that gâ—… telleth vs our life is but a flovâ—… that fadeth an hovver thâ—… passeth a shadovve that departâ—… a vanity that vexeth a momeÌ„t tâ—… vvarneth a nothing vvhen vvâ—… haue done all vve can For â—… thoughts our faults our purposâ—… our proiects our loues our liuâ—… vvhen our breath departetâ—… perisheth in the tvvinckling of O then let vs meditate muse our selues and sing say to our â—…les that our end the last â—…ings are not the least but the best â—…ngs that vve can consider of to â—…rtifie vs make vs meete for â—…e sauing mercies of god in Christ vvhich I recomend you in my â—…arest loue rest Yours in life death W. LOE The first muse 1. â—…Eare soule thou hast thought of thy end And novve muse on the vvay â—…he first part is a life vvell spent The last is deaths doomes day 2. â—…all I call that the vvay of vvoe By vvhich vve passe to blisse sure there is noe vvay but that To bring me vvhere Christ is 3. â—…nd vvhat is death novve dost thou thinke But dovvne vvith all the stickes â—…f vvhich this earth tent of ours Is made that gainst god kickes 4. â—…eath is the farevvell of old frends Till they meete to be blest â—…eath is the iudge to quitt froÌ„ iayle The soule that longs for rest 5. Death makes the corps of claâ—… 〈◊〉 sleeâ—… But vvakes the soule to see Death payes the debte teares thâ—… boâ—… And all to sett thee free 6. There is a death of deaths my soule The death of hell and vvoe But Christ his death hath payd foâ—… thâ—… His vvord doth tell thee soe 7. O Christ my soule doth thinke on thâ—… And thankes thee day and nighâ—… That thou hast râ—…d me froÌ„ this deatâ—… By thy great povver and might 1. THOUGHT Thy Christ o soule hath set theâ—… free vvho through feare of death vverâ—… all their life time in bonds and thrall HEB. 2. 15. The second muse 1. â—… Muse my soule sith thou art safe Get home ene to thy rest â—…r god to praise in songs psalmes I hold it for the best 2. â—…y soule hovve canst thou feare to goe In stepps vvhere Christ hath bine â—…e hath to graue led thee the vvay O then leaue of to sinne 3. â—…or hire of sinne is death and graue To death are deepe fell vvayes â—…here needs noe kinues noe cords noe svvords It comes on nights and dayes 4. â—…ne by a slatt a flye a grape One by a bit of meate â—…ne by the ayre a flovver a thorne Comes to his doome so great 5. Why then my soule feare not thâ—… deaâ—… The sting of it is lost The bed of graue is svveete and safe Through Christ his care cost 6. Our sinne made death our foe at last Our frend Christ hath it made By death vve pass the port of rest When all things else doe fade 7. What if this giude doe lead my corps Through graue both darke fell â—… Whiles at that tyme my soule doth liue And vvith my Christ doth dvvâ—…ll 2. THOUGHT O my soule ioy be glad for thy Christ hath made thee say to death o death vvhere is thy death o graue vvhere is thy povver 1. COR. 15. 55. The third muse 1. WHat if my frends doe mourne for me And sobb and sigh in moane What if my seed doe crie and roare And greeue and vvaile and grone 2. This vvhile my soule sees him that vvas Once dead but novve doth liue And that for aye my Christ in god My lord that life doth giue 3. What care I vvho doth shutt mine â—…ies WheÌ„ death doth make me see As I am seene of god in Christ And then vvith him shall be 4. What if my life the vvorld doe not Set out in vvords of fame Whiles I liue vvith the god of life What care I for the same 5. If death shovvld still be foe to me He harmes but my vvorst part My best part farre out of his reacâ—… Scornes both his ruth and darâ—… 6. And more then this my corps once deaâ—… Feeles noe more sting of death But then my soule is free and liues In god by Christ his breath 7. Novve then my soule sich thou doâ—… beaâ—… Tvvo things vvrapt vp in breast Lett each part turne and goe seâ—… His seate his scite his rest 3. THOUGHT O god they that dvvelt in a darke place by thee haue seene the light they that vvalkt in the shade of death thoâ—… hast brought them to the light vvith great ioy peace ESAY 9. 2. The fourth muse 1. SHrinke not deare soule at sight of death Nor faint thou at gods call â—…ovve oft hast thou hard bells to passe For frends for foes for all 2. â—…ovve oft hast thou the sicke bede seene Of vvights in woe most rife â—…ovve oft haue things bine done to death And all to giue thee life 3. â—…nd canst thou hope that some vvay else For thee is made in sence WheÌ„ kings Prests rich poore And all must thus goe hence 4. â—…asse on my soule sing ioy In god that makes the graue A place for thee to pass to bliss And knovves vvhat thou vvouldst haue 5. Hovve oft hast thou seene eies fâ—… cloâ—… And heard by dint of svvord Hovve oft vaine men in field haâ—… fougâ—… In fence of a vaine vvord 6. What theÌ„ novve dost thou feare my soulâ—… The stage of death is bed And graue that rests our bones in peaâ—… That here on earth haue fed 7. Let them feare death vvhose hart mind Is more sicke theÌ„ their face Hovve canst thou feare since novve thy Christ Hath shed his bloud for grace 4. THOUGHT O giue me light that am set in a darke place shade of death and giude me by thy good grace o Christ to the vvay of peace LUCK 1. 79. The fift muse 1. WHat losse is this svveet soule to loose This corps this flesh this skinn â—…hen thou shalt vvinn thy god in Christ Thy selfe fred from thy sinn 2. â—…hen thou shalt see the soules the Saincts â—…n ioy in rest in blisse â—…heÌ„ thou this vvorld a sea of sinne A sinke a
doe I lord both day and night For grace both beg and craue 2. SIGHE. O that there vvere such an hart iâ—… me to feare thee to keepe all thâ—… lavves that it might goe vvell vvith me mine for aye The third straine 1. LOrd turne thee to thy grace That once thou shewedst to me O saue me not for my good acts I seeke I sue to thee 2. My soule vvhy dost thou faint And art vvith greefe soe prest My hart my mind vvhy doe you thus Fret â—…ore vvithin my brest 3. Trust soule to god for aye And thou the time shalt see When thou shalt thinke thanke him still For health peace to thee 4. For vvhy his vvrath doth last A space and then doth slacke But in his face grace for aye Thou canst not ioy long lacke 5. Though gripes and greefes full sorâ—… Doe lodge vvith thee all night Yet ioy and grace shal be at hand Ere that the day be light 6. The lord is kind and meeke When vve doe make him greeue He is full slovve his vvrath to shevv Great grace he doth vs giue 7. And loe vvhat loue good men To their ovvne seede doe beare Like grace the lord doth shevve to such As searue him in his feare 3. SIGHE. O that I had vvings like a doue my svvete loue that I might fly hence to thee so be at rest both in mind in thought in hart in soule and in mine vvhole The fourth straine 1. THE lord that made me knovves My shape my mould my lust â—…vve vveake hovve vaine hovve fraile hovve fond And that I am but dust 2. god in me set vp A pure hart in thy sight â—…d eke in all my parts let be A good and meeke svveete spright 3. With thy svveete spright of povver Cure thou o lord my sore And I shall teach the good and ill To bovve to thy svvete lore 4. My soule doth pant and bray Mine hart is neere at rest â—…t seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill And vvhat may please thee best 5. O vvould it might thee please My vvaies to sett in right That I might both in hart and deed Thy lavves to keepe in sight 6. O lord I doe tend still My daies my time to serue That I nor mieÌ„ may haue a thought From thy lavves once to svverue 7. O saue me then o god Looke on me vvith thy health For that I rate at such a price More theÌ„ the vvide vvorlds wealth 4. SIGHE. O let the vvords of my mouth the thoughts of my hart the tune of my voice touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne Eue none daye The fift straine 1. WIth ioy lord of the Iust Let my poore soule be fraught That I may liue in peace and glee And free from all that 's naught 2. Lord keepe me for in thee I stay and stand and feed Thou art my god and of my goods O lord thou hast noe need 3. I giue them to the Saincts That in the vvorld doe dvvell Yea to the folke of faith and loue Whose care is to doe vvell 4. My hart is prest for aye And eke my tongue is soe I vvill raise vp my soule in song In spight of hell and foe 5. To praise my god that hath Shevvd loue and life to me And made me scape both bloud blovve And soe did sett me free 6. O lord vvhat shall I pay To thee for this thy grace I vovve to thee my selfe my life My loue and all my race 7. Grant lord I beg and pray In thee that vve may rest So shall our soules sing to thy praise And aye in thee be blest 5. SIGHE. O my god vvhy art thou gone from me and vvhy dost thou hide thâ—… svveete face from my prayer for seeke thee sue to thee vvith all mâ—… hart and that thou knovvst full vvell The sixt straine 1. MY soule giue praise to god My spright shall doe the same â—…d all the parts of hart and mind Shall praise for aye his name 2. â—…ue thankes for all his gifts Shevv soule thy selfe most kind â—…d let not his good deeds to thee Once slipp out of thy mind 3. â—…e quitt thee of thy faults He rid thy life from death â—…is good his grace doth vvaite on thee His vvord doth giue thee breath 4. If thou vvert brought to graue And turnd to mould dust Yet he vvill giue thee life in store As he to thee is iust 5. Teach me then lord to knovve Thy lavve thy loue thy lore Thy vvorkes thy vvords as signes sealâ—… I le lay them vp in store 6. O day of ioy to me When I learnd first to knovve Hovve for to scape my selfe my sinâ—… And hell that is soe lovve 7. I giue mine all to thee My bud my branch my fruite I beg of thee o lord my god To grant to me my suite 6. SIGHE. O my god to thy hands I giue â—… spright thou hast bine a pledge for mâ—… and that to death o god Thou art thâ—… the god both of my health life râ—… for aye The seuenth straine 1. O Lord thou hast me tride And day by day dost knovve 〈◊〉 thoughts my vvords my lookes my deeds My sighs my groans my vvoe 2. â—…y bones they are not hid Thou knevvst them all each one â—…r in thy note they vvere all vvrote Each ioynt and bone by bone 3. â—…ie still and search mine hart My thoughts proue day night â—…d if the ill doe touch me lord O leade me to the right 4. â—…r thou canst rule my raines As vvhen I vvas in vvombe giude me in this life of mine And rest me in my tombe 5. Keepe me from men that muse Of bloud of bane of ill O let me thinke of thee o lord And hovve to doe thy vvill 6. So shall noe shame me taynt My corps my goods my namâ—… So shall I rest in ioy and peace And touch noe blot of shamâ—… 7. So shall thy folke for me Be glad and sing thy praise So shall my selfe my seed my soâ—… Be thine in all my daies 7. SIGHE. O let not my suite come in 〈◊〉 to thee but heare o my god anâ—… to my soule I am and vvill be thy 〈◊〉 from hell thy port from the sea of 〈◊〉 vvorld and vvill bring thee to theâ—… of blisse A months minde â—…o Thinke on death muse 〈◊〉 the graue that the feare of death â—…ay not be fierce vvhen Christ shall call vs out of this vvorld is to be song in the tune of I sayd I vvill looke to my vvaie PSALM XXXIX death I vvill be thy death saith â—…rist for he is the death of death the â—…eath of sinne the life of man the breath of god for man to liue there in vvorld vvith out end HAMBOROUGH Januarij 24. 1620. To his much respected good frend Mr. THOMAS BARKER one of â—…e assistants of the worthy
stye shalt misse 3. â—… change most blest for thee to knovve To rid thee of these raggs â—…nd thy selfe clad in robes of state In spight of death his brags 4. â—…his skin this shame this dust this dung This earth this mire this clay â—…all shine as sunne in raies of rest When thou shalt see that day 5. Thine eies that vvere full sad to 〈◊〉 Thine oft and ill done deeds Shall then see Christ still in thy sighâ—… Where grace good still feeds 6. These eares that heare the ruth ragâ—… Of tongue as hott as hell Shall then the voice of Christ shâ—… heaâ—… And saincts vvith him that dvvell 7. And theÌ„ this tongue that novv dotâ—… plaâ—… Of greefe of vvoe of gall Shall tune a part in that svveet quiâ—… With Christ vvith saincts vvith aâ—… 5. THOUGHT O my soule thy Christ hath tooke part vvith flesh bloud that by deatâ—… he might beate dovvne him that had thâ—… povver of death HEB. â—… 14. The sixt muse 1. â—…Ovve vvhat is death theÌ„ say my soule I st not a sleepe in graue â—…ey that did feele the vvorst of it The stile of sleepe it gaue 2. â—…d aske thy corps o my svveet soule WheÌ„ full vvith toyle of day â—…it hath not bine glad to rest As cloyd vvith a foule vvay 3. â—…nd novve in this svveete sleepe of death Thou art sure to be blest â—…hy like a child vvilt thou not goe To this thy bed thy rest 4. â—…idst thou ere see a bird in cage Sitt still vvith in the grate â—…hat might flie foorth to vvoods to groues To meete his loue his mate 5. Did Paule vvhen god his gyues 〈◊〉 buâ—… And rid him out of iayle Crie out say not yet o lord I doe not like this bayle 6. Paule slepte tvvixt tvvo that did 〈◊〉 keep But vvheÌ„ that he vvas free And rid froÌ„ iayle did he once tuâ—… To iayle those bonds to see 7. O my svveete soule didst ere thou â—… At sea men sing their songâ—… And vvheÌ„ to laÌ„d they â—…aÌ„e did grâ—… And tell their frends of vvrongâ—… 6. THOUGHT O heare me o lord my god 〈◊〉 light to mine eies least I sleepe the 〈◊〉 of death PSAL. 30. 3. The seuenth muse 1. â—…st thou o soule no mind to rest In all thy paine and toyle 〈◊〉 vvilt thou still goe on drudge 〈◊〉 lott on sea on soyle 2. â—…ve oft haue vvights in vvoe greefe 〈◊〉 ought death to ease their paine â—…h death found thee vvilt thou not â—…o goe from greefe be faine 3. â—…th name of death the fright my soule â—…hat if meÌ„ call sleepe death â—…lt thou be fraid to close thine eies â—…r feare to loose thy breath 4. â—…hat hurt vvill coÌ„e to thee by that The first man vvas in sleepe â—…eÌ„ god a vvife made him for helpe The man in ioy to keepe 5. And vvhat if novve thy god forth Whilst thou dost sleepe in graâ—… Doth make thy soule a spouse Châ—… His face his grace to haue 6. My death o soule but parts the frâ—… That each hath led the vvay And novve shake hands but for spâ—… Till meete in rest thy may 7. Goe then my soule to this sure gaiâ—… Part vvith a frend a space The tyme vvill come vvhen this â—… dâ—… Shall see thy Christ his face 7. THOUGHT The due of sinne my soule is dâ—… graue hell but the gift of god is lâ—… ioy and blisse by Christ my lord god ROM 6. 13. The eight muse 1. TEll me my soule vvas thou not loth At first to ioyne vvith me â—…hy novve art loth to part vvith that Which much vvoe letts thee see 2. â—…ost thou not heare the vvise to say The day of death is cheefe â—…d is more good then day of birth Which brings thee vvoe greefe 3. â—…ost not thou trust the vvise mans vvords On throne in state in glee â—…at thus did say of death birth Then harke thou once to me 4. â—…he lord of life that knevve deaths force Doth say that they are blest â—…hat die in god our lord our Christ And from their vvoes haue rest 5. O death hovve svveete is that thâ—… rest To vvights in vale of teares Hovve svveete is thy grim face to those That liue in vvoe feares 6. O soule vvhat man is so fell mad And so in soule cast dovvne To hide himselfe in base things here To loose by them a crovvne 7. My soule then see say in fine With men of gods ovvne lore For me to die it is more good Then liue on this ville shore 8. THOUGHT O my soule if by one mans sinne death did raigne by one much more they vvhich haue much grace the gift of faith shall raigne in life by one Christ my lord and god ROM 5. 17. The ninth muse 1. WHat ayles thee o my soule my deare Such face such feare to shevve Novve death doe come to cite thee home Is all thy faith but devve 2. Is death soe fearce soe fell to eies To thoughts that vvas soe free It is a shame to thee my soule Thou dost noe more Christ see 3. Where is thy faith in vvords thou couldst Call oft for death in life Is all but talke is all but smoke Where is thy hope so rife 4. Hath thy svveete Christ novv sent for thee And art thou loth to goe Rouze vp thy selfe for shame o soule And doe not serue him soe 5. O lord raise vp this hart of mine That faints droopes in death O that I might thy cup once tast And liue in thy svveete breath 6. The spright vvould come but fles is vveaâ—… Lord helpe this guest of thine And rid her from this flesh of sinne Which is a broode of mine 7. I come to thee o lord I come Streach forth thine hand to me O death o graue vvhere is thy sting My crovvene my god I see 9. THOUGHT They are blest that haue a pâ—…t iâ—… the first life for on such the last deaâ—… shall haue not strength but they shal bâ—… preests of god and of Christ. Apoc. 20. 6. FINIS All 's Pauls Prayers Metphrased into words of one syllable of great Brittains language are to be vsed by a devout Christian soule in his priuate soliloquies holy solaces vvith his god And are set to the tune of I loue the lord because my voice PSALM CXVI O lord my god thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue thou didst hold me from those that goe dovvne to the pitt To his much esteemed good frend Mr. NICHOLAS BACKHOUSE â—…archant one of the assistants of the vvorthy companie of the Marchant Aduenturers residing at Hamborough The ioy of Ierusalem peace of Syon MUch endeered The cheefest parts of gods seruice are either prayer â—…r praise Prayer for vvhat vve vvant Praise in thanks giuing for vvhat vve haue receaued The svveete singer of Israell in his heauenly composed hymes vseth â—…oth to pray to god to praise â—…od I