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A03688
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The scourge of drunkennes. By William Hornby Gent
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Hornby, William.
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1618
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STC 13815; ESTC S106238
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12,067
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euen as Scarlet red And with vaine thoughts my heart was filled full Though in corruption I was borne and bred By Christ I yet am made as white as wooll So dearely hee hath all the world esteem'd That by his death the faithfull hee redeem'd Christ is the onely Shepheard of renowne Who loue 's his sheepe so truely and so deare That for their sakes his life he did lay downe That they by him might Crownes of Glory weare In that celestiall place prepar'd for those Which true Repentance from their hearts disclose Sweet Iesus I haue often gone astray And erred both in thought in word and deed O lead me now into the perfect way Though great my sinnes thy mercies great exceed With mercy Lord me straying sheepe behold And bring me backe againe into thy Fold Grant gracious Father I thy Lawes may keepe And that thy Statutes I may right obey That when the Goates are seuer'd from the Sheepe At thy right hand I may with comfort stay Where I shall heare that blessed voyce Venite So neuer feare that cursed sentence Ite In Iustice Lord doe not behold my sinne To take thereof a strict and strait accompt Nor in iust iudgement doe not once begin To punish mee because my sinnes surmount All other sinners whatsoere they be In Mercy not in Iustice looke on mee Lord keepe mee euer from presumptuous sinne So guide direct and order all my wayes That I regenerate may a new begin To serue thee right and giue thee perfect prayse For who can magnifie thee in the pit Or giue thee praise which doe in darknesse sit O Lord to thee I sue I beg intreat Not for my merits but thy mercies sake To grant me mercy from thy mercy seate For my deseruings me accursed make Which if thou shouldst no better me regard Death and Hell-fire would be my iust reward With Sinne and Shame I am inuiron'd round Sinne at my right hand Shame stands at my left And vice and folly in me so abound That of thy graces I am quite bereft I sinne still shame at sinne I leese and win Thus daily walke I circuler in sinne I leese heauens blessed and all-glorious place In running head-long into sinne and errour I winne Prince Plutoes Court of blacke disgrace All fraught with dread with torment and with terrour This is my iust desert my due my meede If thou O Lord in Iustice should'st proceede Since then I am so wicked and so vaine So vilde so wretched in thy gracious fight My impure heart which filthy sinne doth staine Make pure O Lord and so reforme aright The inward man that being dead to sinne I may to righteousnesse anew begin And so to liue and liuing so to dye That dying so I so may liue againe And so to liue to all eternitie Amongst thy glorious Saints in heauen to raigne A sinners death thou Lord dost not desire If he repent and from his sinnes retyre Repentance then shall be the onely course To bring me into fauour with my God From Folly quite I will my selfe deuorce To which I haue beene wed twelue yeares and odde Twelue yeares and odde I haue beene vainely led More oft then there be hayres vpon my head I will begin my nunquam sera now And spend the remnant of my dayes in grace I haue confirm'd it with a solemne vow A life more godly euer to imbrace For God hath said from 's word he will not flee Who true repents shall truely pardon'd bee To this by word be firme himselfe hath tide Which stronger is then couenant bond or bill Yea better farre then all the world beside For hee all-faithfull is and euer will Then sinke Despayre into the depth of hell I le trust in God with whom I hope to dwell A PRAYER AGAINST TEMPTATION I Now haue vow'd from vanitie to flee To dedicate my life and loue to thee O gracious God grant I my vow may keepe Till Death close vp mine eyes with his dead sleepe For vnlesse thou be an assistant to it I of my selfe vnable am to doe it My nature is so sinfull weake and fraile That when that Sathan doth my thoughts assayle Hee oft of me the Victory doth winne So beares me head-long into grieuous sinne With Sathans boystrous and contagious blast Of great temptations here and there I 'me cast Vpon the Rockes of Feare Distresse and Woe Hope and Despayre doe oft to warring goe Sometimes I say that I will cease from sinne And yet through weaknesse I againe begin Sometimes this sinne I doe and then abhorre it And sometimes that then straight craue pardon for it I sinne and for my sinnes doe begge remission As if to sinne still I would haue commission Thus Sathan doth against my soule conspire In making of mee to my sinnes retyre Thy gracious aide I therefore doe deplore Good God that I may euer thee adore With feruent zeale and with an vpright heart Laying foule vice and vanity apart Infuse into my minde thy holy grace Make it for thee a sacred mansion place With holy weapons arme my brest within That I of Sathan may the conquest winne With Faith in thee with Hope and Confidence Let all these weapons Lord be my defence For what am I without thy gracious aide But euen a filthy loathsome sinner made What strength haue I the Diuell to withstand If thou be wanting with thy powerfull hand For that same great old enemy to man Goes still about to murther whom he can Defend mee Lord from his deuouring iawes And make me truely to obserue thy Lawes And as thy selfe mine onely maker art So frame my minde and so direct my heart That alway still may harbour in my brest Vnfained hate of that I now detest FINIS