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A Christians nightly care.
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Wing C3958; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[500]
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A Christians nightly Care WHen thou hast spent the longsom day in pleasure and delight And after toile and wearie way does seek thy rest at night Into thy pain and pleasure past eke this in labour yet Ere sleep close up thine eyes too fast do not thy God forget But search within thy secret thoghts what deeds did thee he fall And if thou find a misse in ought to God for mercie call But if thou find nothing amisse that thou canst call to minde Yet evermore remember this there is the more behinde And look how well soever it be that thou hast spent this day It came of God and not of thee so to direct thy way Thus if thou try thy daily deeds and pleasure in this pain Thy life shall cleanse thy corn from weeds and thine shall be the gain But if thy sleepy sinfull eye will venter for to wink Before thy wilfull will may try how far thy soul may sink Beware and walk or else thy bed which soft and smooth is made Shall heap more evil upon thy head then stroak of enemies blade But if thy pain procure thine ease in bed as thou dostly I 'm sure it will not God displease to sing this soberly I see that sleep is lent me here to ease my wearie bones As death â—t length will once appear to ease my grievous groanes My daily sports with bellie fed would cause my sleepy eye To sleep so sound in quiet bed whereby my soul might die The stretching arms the ganting breath that in my bed I use Are portraicts of the pangs of death when life shall me refuse And as my bed each sundry part in shadows doth resemble Then sundry shapes of death whose dart will make my heart to tremble My bed it selfe is like the grave my sheets the winding sheet My cloathes the moulds which I must have to cover me most meet The hungry flaes that lowp most fresh to worms I can compare Which greedily will eat my flesh and leave my bones right bare The waking Cock that airly crowes to put the night away Puts me to minde the Trump that blowes before the latter day Then as I rise us lustily when sluggish sleep is past So hope I to rise joyfullie to judgement at the last Thus will I wake thus will I sleep thus will I hope to rise Thus will I neither wail nor weep but sing in holy guise My bones shall in this bed remain my soul in God shall trust By whom I hope to rise again from death and earthly dust All laud and praise be to the Lord and also to his Sonne And likewise to the holy Ghost and so my song is done Sad Marshall to the singing Larke O Blessed bird whose soaring Song declares the lightsome day I 'm forc'd to blesse thy little tongue for thy solacious Lay Yea whilst I think on thine estate and hear thine Harmonie I find my self to be ungrate who sad and silent lie For thou hast neither Lands nor Rent nor Riches laid in store And yet doest sing as sull content and with thy Song doest soar But I to whom the loving Lord hath been more liberal I sigh and cannot sing a word nor move no mirth at all What is the cause that I deplore whilst thou so sweetly sings But that I bunt to have much more than yet my fortune brings But thou into thy mind 's at rest contented with thy Lot Whilst I with cares am thus opprest thou chant'st a chearfull note The mean to move me unto mirth then is to be content And eke with thee to leave the Earth and peirce the Firmament For here below is nothing else but crosse with changing toyes But they that in the highest dwell have everlasting Joyes My blessed bird tyre not thy tune move on thy musick sweet For I with cares was quite undone till thou reviv'd my Spirit And now since thou hast me restor'd with thee I 'll soar and sing Giving all laud unto the Lord my high and heaven lie King Finis quod Marshal The Reply of the Lark O Man sigh on for thou hast cause to sorrow for thy sin GOD unto me hath giv'n no Lawes to lead my life therein But by his will be me ordains to sing and show the day But thou O man who grief sustains should bow thy knee and prey Man thou shouldst be more sad than I more dangerous is thy state The world the flesh and old â—â—â—…by thou hast with to debate High is the pryze if thou take care that GOD shall to thee giâ—â— Hard is the case if thou despaâ—â—â— or yet secure lie live Short while thou hast for to dâ—plore far shorter I to sing A year or two or little morâ— to me my date shall bring And when the winter waxeth bold my layes shall lurk full lov For I must shield me in some hold till brumal blasts o'reblow Yea fragrant flowrs in summer fair shall then both droup and die Fish in the floods fowls in the Air have their adversitie For every time is not the Spring no state stands ay at ones There is a time for us to sting a time for sighs and groans Take everie state to come from God both wealth want weal and wo And when he layes on thee his Rad thy visitation know Yea when he makes thy cup to flow think on adversitie Lest that thy wealth thy wit o'rgrow in thy prosperitie Yet leâ— no sadnesse thee o'rthrow for trifles which thou tires Oft whilst tâ—e earth is clad with snow the Sun most brigâ—tlie shines Though for unâ—â—â—wn be not afraid each cloud is not a shower When griefe is gone and thou art glad it shall be sweet that 's sowre No mortal man may climb the top of full felicitie We do but seldom hit our Scope how low soever it be Though thou wer 't mounted to the hight whereto thy thoughts aspirâ—s Some higher object out oâ— sight would kindle new desires Then let no world lie vanitie in vain oppresse thy sp'rit Come soar with me above the Skie to thy Redeemer sweet Sing of thy lasting libertie when all these pains are past Sing of thy joyfull jubilie thou shalt enjoy at last So shall thy wishes be compleat to the most high degree So shall thy present crosse be sweet how sowre soever it be Then sing and sigh sigh and sing till thou enjoy that Day Of perfect joy with Christ thy King where thou shalt sing for ay FINIS