Haue taught vs things both vilâ—… vainâ—… Noe good vve find there 〈◊〉 All such as pass vs by Do scoffe at vs mocke Is this the place say they 〈◊〉 strengtâ—… Is this the vvhole earths rockâ—… The seauenth depth Our foes doe hiâ—…se gnash Their teeth thus doe saye â—…his is the day vve haue sought for To bring thee dovvne for aye â—…ut lord this is thine acte To throvve vs dovvne each one â—…dayes of old it vvas thy vvill To bruise vs bone by done Our teares doe shovvre on vs To thee our harts doe cry â—…y day night vve take noe rest Our soules doe faint dye We crye out in the night Like babes vve hold vp hands We faint for want of bread o lord O rid vs of these bands O see svveet lord the babes That are but a span long We eate for foode our Preeâ—… are slayâ—… And cast out as the donge The young old on ground Are cast â—…aint die Our maids so fresh so faire in hevvâ—… Are kild cast them by Naught else but feares o lord Doe vvake vs day night It is the day of thy ferce vvratâ—… Of foes of vvarre of spight A METAPHRASE â—…F THE THIRD Chapâ—…r of Ieremies Lamentations for â—…e sacking burning of Ierusalem and 〈◊〉 temple by Nebuchadnezer king of â—…abell and by Nebuzaradan the captaine of his gard put into monosyllables of great Brittains language And is set to the tune of I lift mine hart to thee PSAL. XXV To his much esteemed good frend Mr. IOHN GREENWELL on of the Assistants of the most vvorthy companie of marchants-Adventurers residing at Hamb All ioy happines in Christ. WElbeloued in the lord We are all strangers here in the earth our home is aboue in heauen It vvas a great greefe to gods Israel to tune the songs of Sion in a strange country Hovve then is it vvith vs that vve like so vvell of the things here thinke not of the blessings aboue Hierusalem vvas once the mistrisse of the vvorld thâ—… Metropolis of the earth yeâ—… vvhen the vvorlds darling foâ—… gatt god she vvas layd in the dusâ—… That is the cause of the Propheâ—… lamentation Indeed vvho vvould not shovver dovvne teares to 〈◊〉 the holy place deâ—…iled Ierusaâ—… made an heape of stones But vve see noe place be it neuer so glorioâ—… in our eies noe persons be they neuer so gratious in the sight of men that can escape gods 〈◊〉 vvheÌ„ he vvill scourge The Turkes haue encroched into Christendome made that â—…itty of Constantinople vvhich vvas once the glory of the east a veary cage of vncleane Mahumetans What Christians hart doth not bleed to see yt to heare of yt We haue cause to lament this The propheâ—… â—…ad reason to condole that O that our harts vvere touched vvith remorse for the poore distressed Christians that liue tributaries to the misbeleeuing Turke Consider in these hymnes the condition of gods people so subjecte to moane misery God directe all our â—…arts tovvard him in vvealth in vvoe in all And so I coÌ„mending you to god vvith the rest in the sauing mercies of Iesus Christ Am. Yours because of Christ. W. LOE The first depth 1. I am the man o lord Haue felt thy vvrath thy rod O send me helpe in this my vvoe My lord my Christ my god 2. Thy stormes clouds of ire Doe beate me day night Thou shevvst me vvoe vvast warre And hidst from me the light 3. All the day long o lord Thine hand is turnd gainst me Noe helpe noe hope noe ioy noe mirth That I poore vvretch can see 4. My flesh skin are vile And parcht as in a drought My bones my hart are broke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 This lord thy vvrath hath vvrougâ—… 5. O lord thou makst a foâ—… With me to vvarre fight With gall greefe thou dost me 〈◊〉 And none vvill doe me right 6. As they that long are dead And cleane cast out of mind So am I sett in night of death With vvâ—… greefe all pind The second depth 1. AN hedge is pight me round To close me in this vvoe â—… can'not stirre thy chaines me bind O lord vvhat shall I doe 2. And vvhen I cry roare In all my greefe gall He shutts me out vvill not heare Ne cares he for my call 3. He ramzes me in so fast With stones clay full thicke My pathes he crokes giues noe ease My soule is faint sicke 4. As beares doe teare their pray And vvaite more bloud to spill So hath my foes me rent tomâ—… As if it vvere thy vvill 5. I peece by peece am hald And puld by hand to raggs I by my selfe do sitt vveepe While my foe sitts braggs 6. Thy bovve o lord is bent To shoote at my pale face I am a marke for shafts to hitt O yett shevve me some grace The third depth 1. FOr see the shafts doe sticke In all my raynes through out I am the butt none but I At vvhich shootes all the rout 2. My foes make me their iest And song by night day Where is thy god thy lord thy helpe Thus they to me doe say 3. Mine hart is fraught vvith gall My bloud is drunke vp still With shame greefe I vvaile vvast Make hast me lord to kill 4. My strength is dasht my teeth Are broke vvith in my head Thou laist on loade on me poore I vvish I vvere cleane dead 〈◊〉 5. My soule doth not once heare Of peace of grace of light I can not call to mind my state That once I had in sight 6. O lord my strength my hope My helpe I looke from thee But all is gone there is none That cares nor lookes to me The fourth depth 1. â—… call to mind svveet god This moane this woe of mine â—…his gall this greefe this plaint this cry For I o lord am thine 2. â—…y soule is faint failes When I to mind doe call â—…y greefe hath made me cry and roare To see my vvoe fall 3. â—…et haue I hope in thee That thou vvilt helpe at last 〈◊〉 vvilt not quite my soule for aye From thy svveet sight out cast 4. It is thy loue o lord That I am not quite fold And rid from earth both braunch roote And closd vp in the mold 5. Thou failst me not in morne All night I feele thy stay Thy hand is great in thy truth Thou hearst vvhat I doe say 6. For thou o lord art mine My soule doth hope in thee Thou art my lot my land my rent Once more lord sett me free The fift depth 1. O thou art good o lord To them that vvayte tend To soules that seeke sue to thee Thou dost thy grace dovvne send 2. It is right good o lord To hope for helpe from thee For of thee lord is all mans good O
need not recomend vnto you prayer I hope you vse it as I knovv you doe publikely soe I doubte noâ—… but you vse it also priuatly Preaching is gods speach to you Prayer is ours to him Preaching belongs to me I preach to you â—… your pastor pray for you also Prayer belongs to you to pray for me your selfe all yours all goâ—… childreÌ„ For the manner hovve noâ—… better president noe more perfect patterne then S. Paulls practice 〈◊〉 his prayers vvhich I haue here metaphrased for you in the syllables of your ovvne mother tongue Goâ—… the father is the objecte of your prayers prayses God the sonne the presenter of them as the only master of requests in heauen Goâ—… the holy ghost the very breath 〈◊〉 your prayers the simle of youâ—… soule Vse this blessed exercise both of prayer praise Be in loue vvith it god vvill loue you To vvhich loue of his in this modell of my best loue to you I recomend your vvell disposed thoughts in the sauing mercies of Christ Iesus your lord mine Resting To be required by you or your frends in Christs seruice W LOE Eph. 1. 16. The first Prayer 1. I cease not to giue thankes to thee O god my god most iust For all thy gifts of grace loue To vs that liue in dust 2. And lord I craue a glympse of light In Christ my lord thy sonne That so my faith may see that sight And to it still may runne 3. That I may knovve thy becke thy call My hope my helpe my all That I may haue thy povver strength To helpe me vvhen I fall 4. For thou o god hast made vs see What thou hast vvrought in loue For thy svveete spouse thy church thy vvife Thy ioy thy simle thy doue 5. For thou hast set our Christ o god At thy right hand to shine And thou to that place vvilt vs bring For that deare loue of thine 6. O god thou laidst my Christ fuâ—… lovve With in the earth so darke But thou didst raise him vp on high And settst him as a marke 7. On vvhich vve fixe our eies of faith Our harts our minds our loue O bring vs all to him svveete god That is our deere our doue O god my hart is fixt on thee and my tongue shall sing giue praise to thy name for aye PSAL. 108. 1. Eph. 3. 14. The second Prayer 1. I day by day doe bovve to thee And cease not in the night To seeke thee lord in all my thoughts And muse of all thy might 2. For of our Christ is naÌ„de the church Of vs that liue in clay And eke thy gaurd saincts on high That praise thee day by day 3. GrauÌ„t vs o lord that vve may knovve Thy grace our good our end And that vve may feele povver strength And Christ may be our frend 4. Let him dvvell in our harts o lord And then vve shall thee see With all thy saincts in breadth length In depth in height in glee 5. Then shall vve knovve the loue of Christ That else is past our skill The shalt thou fill vs vvith thy grace In him to doe thy vvill 6. O lord for vs this thou canst doe And more then all that is Of thy good grace to vvorke in vs In Christ hovve should vve misse 7. Praise be to thee in all the vvorld Thy church doe sing the same And age to age shall eke sett forth For aye to ours thy name O god thou art my god ere it be day vvill I seeke thee my soule flesh doe thirst long for thee as drie land vvhich vvants raine PSAL. 63. 1. Phil. 1. 9. The third Prayer 1. GRaunt to vs lord that loue may dvvell In these poore tents of ours For vve must hence vve knovve full And fade as doe the flovvers 2. And grauÌ„t good lord that in thy loue It may grovve more more That vve may knovve vvhat things are ill And lead not to thy lore 3. So may vve in the day of doome In Christ be void of shame And fild vvith his faire fruits of loue May scape the rod of blame 4. Then shall vve sing the praise to thee In midst of all thy Saincts Then shall our soules be glad ioy That novve is vveake faints 5. Icease not lord to pray for those That seeke sue to thee That they may knovve hovve safe sure In Christ their soules may be 6. And that vve all may vvalke and vvorke In vvord in vvorth in all As he that hath vs cald to thiâ—… And rid vs of our thrall 7. Who hath vs fred from povver of death FroÌ„ foggs doggs of hell And set vs by his chaire of state With Christ fotaye to dvvell Saue vs o lord our god bring vs from those that doe not call on thee that vve may call on thee laud praise â—…hy name for aye PSAL. 106. 47. The. 3. 11. The fourth Prayer 1. THe lord our god our strength stay Make vs to loue each one And make vs knovve hovve that vve are Made all of flesh bone 2. That soe vve may grovve vp in grace And firme in hart minde That soe to all vve may set forth Our loue both sure kind 3. Yea not to cease till that our lord Doe come in clouds full bright To iudge this earth all the folke Yea all the vvorld in sight 4. For is it not the loue of Christ Who did loue vs soe deare That vve through hope of grace in him Should liue voyd of base feare 5. Lord be thou ioy to all our harts Our vvords our vvorkes good make That vve may loue liue in thee For thy sonne Christ his sake 6. O god of peace of loue of life Grant vs to serue thee still In spright in soule in hart in mind And this of thy good vvill 7. Yea keepe vs lord froÌ„ blame blott Till Christ doth come in skey So shall vve sure be of thy loue To liue vvhen vve shall die Heare me o lord that soone for my soule doth vvaxe faint hide not thy face from me Least I be like them that goe dovvne to the graue PSAL. 148. 7. â—…om 7. 25. The fift Prayer 1. â—… thanke thee lord that hast sett novve In me a fight a iarre My mind my flesh doe day by day In strife sett forth a vvarre 2. My mind to thy svveete lavve giues vvay My flesh in thrall is brought My mind vvould keepe thy lavve thy lore And hath thy vvill still sought 3. But my base flesh is prompt seekes Thy lavve to cast me fro O god vvhat shall I doe in this With me the case is so 4. My mind vvould doe the god full faine That thy lawes shevve to me But still my flesh doth frett fume Gainst this thy lavve to me 5. For I doe not that vvhich I loue But I doe that I hate And all for that my mind
voice is this so shrill That souÌ„ds thus in mine eare O put from them their sinns o god That knovves not vvhat 's thy feare 2. Is not thy voice o Christ On crosse vvhen thou didst hang And eke for those that did thee kill I st not thy voice that sang 3. A tune to god on highe With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd To see thy deere loue stretch so farre made the vvorld so easd 4. They knevve not vvhat they did Was ere such a thing seene To pray for those that made a prey In vvoes so sharp so keene 5. O soule full oft thou hast Not knovven vvhat thou hast done Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe But in thy Christ gods sonne 6. O pray my soule for them That hate thee to the graue And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once Its Christ that must thee saue 7. When foes doe curse blesse them For Christ hath taught thee so who prayd for such as did him kill And brought to curse vvoe The next dumpe ON THE NEXT WORD Verily I say vnto thee This day shalt thou be vvith me in paradice Luck 23. v. 43. 1. O soule looke vp to this And harke vvhat voice thou hearst Thy Christ in midst of gripes of death Doth heare vvhat i st thou fearst 2. Then sure he vvill thee heare And giue eare to thy crye Novve that he sitts on throne in state is thy god so nighe 3. A theefe doth cry call Christ heares him by and by O soule thy Christ vvill heare thee sure If thou dost call cry 4. O learne it is but one To vvhom Christ grants an eare That sued to him in death at last And sought him in his feare 5. Yet it is one my soule Least thou shouldst faynt dye And that thy Christ vvould not thee heare In death vvhen thou shalt cry 6. And yet it is but one Least soule thou shouldst be proud And thinke that god vvould heare thee still When that thy cry is loud 7. O learne svveet soule by this To sue to god in life driue not of till death doe come To die in iarre strife The third Dumpe ON THE THIRD WORD Behold thy mother Behold thy sonne John 19. v. 26. 27 1. SEe soule if ere the like Was hard that novve is seene That Christ should care in midst of death And greefes that vvere so keene 2. For those that could not helpe But savve him in that plight Burst soule and die to see his loue To her that bare his might 3. And eke to him vvhose lone Was fixt sure in his breast That Christ should care in midst of greefe That he should liue in rest 4. She that vvhose seede did bruse The head of hell death Hath hart all prest vvith vvoe and greefe To see Christ lose his breath 5. O child see that thou loue And loke and long for good To those that haue thee borne bred are thee nighe in bloud 6. Shall not our Christ loue those Thinke you that searue him still And haue a care of all such folke That seeke to doe his vvill 7. My soule they are all deare He cares for all their seede Ne shall there one that serues ouâ—… god Be void of his full meede The fourth dumpe ON THE FOURTH WORD My god my god vvhy hast thou forsaken me MAT. 27. VERS 46. 1. O novve my soule giue eare To this great cry and yell That shakes the heauens moues the earth And teares the povvers of hell 2. My god my god cries Christ Why putts thou me thee fro And vvhy dost hide thy face froÌ„ me As if I vvere thy foe 3. O soule he cries for thee That thou maist haue gods light And nere be cast in pit full lovve And hid out of his sight 4. This cry did darke the sunne In full smyle of its beames O soule doth not it dymme thy sight And cause of teares full streames 5. My soule great is our sinnes That causd these groanes cries My eares that heare are dull and deafe My hart it faynts dies 6. What paine didst thou o Christ For me base vvretch then beare That thou didst yell cry roare In such great greefe feare 7. Wast not that I might nere Feele god goe from my hart Wast not o Christ that I might noâ—… Of hell once feele the smart The fift dumpe ON THE FIFT WORD I thirst Iohn 19. v. 28. 1. What thirst vvas this o Christ That thou dist feele so fell That made thee call for drinke in drought That causd thee thus to yell 2. Wast not for my poore soule Thou didst cry in thy thirst That I might tast the streames of ioy That man had at the first 3. And nere to thirst for aye But haue the streames full glad That ioy the hart soule all And blesse the mind that 's sad 4. Thou art the rocke o Christ From vvhence the source doth flovve That makes vs feele noe thirst at all But vp vvards for to grovve 5. Come to this source my soule And drench thy deepe sad mind Thou cast not chuse but here thou must A vvell of blisse sure find 6. For Christ didst thirst for thee That thou mights drinke I say The streames that flovve from throne of god vvhere Christ doth dvvell for aye 7. All soules doe thirst for this All saincts for this doe crye bray as harts doe for the flouds And so to faynt dye The sixt dumpe ON THE SIXT VVORD It is finished IOHAN 19. vers 30. 1. NOvve all is done my soule That can be done for thee The houres of death povvers of hell Are all put farre from me 2. Christ novve hath paid the debt The bond in tvvo is rent The lavve the curse the vvoe the crosse Is laid on him that 's sent 3. Loe Christ hath tane from thee Thy sinne thy shame thy crosse And rid thee from the hags of hell That vvould haue vvrought thy losse 4. Novve is the vvorld all iudgd All povvers of death hell Haue done their vvorst novve in vvoe Doe cry roare yell 5. It s done It s done saith Christ Ye all is past cleare That thou my soule maist liue in blisse be to god most deare 6. Is this the vvay o Christ That vve tast vvoe vvith thee That so vve may once rule raigne And thy svveet face still see 7. O lett thy vvill o lord Be done of vs in fine And by vs let thy vvill be done That still vve may be thine The seuenth dumpe ON THE SEVENTH WORD Father into thy hands doe I commend my spirit Luck 23. vers 46. 1. O come ioy of mine hart seaze my soule vvith this What is there ought in the vvide vvorld That caÌ„ be more to blisse 2. Then for my soule to heare My Christ his soule to giue In to the hands of god my lord There still for aye to liue 3. Novve soule thou seest thy blisse And vvhere thou maist be sure To haue thy rest thy ioy thy stay Thy loue thy life thy cure 4. O blest are they that dye They rest from all their care When once the lord doth sett them free What Death or Hell can dare 5. In his o soule thy Christ For thine made suite to god Thou needst not feare the day of death Nor graue nor hell his rod 6. For thou art safe in him That keepes thy life in store And it is hid in Christ thy lord What canst thou vvishe novve more 7. O soule Die in these vvords Giue vp thy selfe in fine To god in Christ feare no ill For he saies Thou art mine To him that made these Hymnes WHen vvith my thoughts I vevve thy saynct like muse Hovv on vvhile drencht in sobs sighs for sinne And yet more lâ—…vv the Paths of death doth vse There seisd vvith greef yet prayes then sours euen in Heauens gate it self and there true loue doth find And then its Christ doth see and vevv his payne His cross his speare-pearst side his greef of mind Thence dumpt tvvixt ioy greef as on half slayne I must euen at thy muse hovv vvell hovv fit it lymms It s greef sobs sighs tears in tunes in songs hymns I. P. To him that made these hymns THer 's but one god that this vvorld one hath made One Christ one Truth one faith one hope one loue To serve this one in hymns of ones dost shade Thy zeale to teach vs that in one vve moue Loe as thy hymns be ones so is thy name but odd Hovv fitt both name hymns doe ioyne to praise one god Thus ten one in one thou hast novve framd That vve in one should keepe the lavve often Thus by seaven seaven thou hast them so namd For seaven tymes seaven day by day vve breake them Loe your hymns of one Ten one seaven by seaven Learns god to laud his lavve to keepe the vvay to heauen G. F. Aleph Betâ—… Gimel Daleth 〈◊〉 Vau. Zain Heth. Teth. Jod Caph. Lamed Mem. Nun. samech Aiâ—… Pe. Zade Koph Resch Shin Than Aleph Beth. Gimel Daleth He. Vâ—… Zain Heth. Teth. Iod. Caph. Lamed Meâ—… Nun. samech Ain Pe. Zade Koph Resh Shin Thâ—…u