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Save a thief from the gallows, and hee'l [sic] hang thee if he can. Or, The mercifull father, and the mercilesse sonne, the tune is, Fortune my foe.
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1688-1692?
(1692)
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Wing S772B; ESTC R183246
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Save a Thief from the Gallows and hee 'l hang thee if he can Or The Mercifull Father and the Mercilesse Sonne The tune is Fortune my Foe YOu disobedient Children mark my fall And by my timelesse end take warning all Against my own dear Father I have done A déed the like did never gracelesse Son In blooming years I was entic'd to sin E'r I perceiv'd what danger lay therein And so from day to day untill this hour To leave the same as yet I had no power My Mother dead my Father cockered me As men will do when Motherlesse wée be And nothing then for me he thought too dear Which brought me thus unto a gracelesse fear And when as I to elder years did grow By wicked courses got I timely woe Each vain delight belonging to Young-men Deceived me and wrought my ruine then The deadly sins that are in number seven Without more grace have lost my joyes in Heaven From first to last of these most cursed crimes Have made me now a wonder of these times For wanting means to nourish my delight I went the wrong and left the wayes of right Which to maintain my Father growing poor Forgetting God I daily rob'd for more Thrée times he sav'd me from the Gallow trée Thrée times he cast himself in debt for me Three times he set me up in good estate In hope to kéep me from untimely fate By me the Proverb is fulfilled here Who saves a thief from gallows finds it dear For saving me I sought his dear life's woe My gentle Fathers timelesse overthrow For wanting means still to relieve my néed Put me in mind to do a wofull déed And séek his blood the high-way unto sin Who wanting grace I soon grew perfect in My Fathers brother of good living known Being dead as next of kin they were mine own the which I wrought with these accursed hands To be the Heir of all my Vncles Lands With mind prepar'd for murder thus I went Vnto the field where he did much frequent where méeting him with my own Fathers knife Which I hav stolen I took away his life And laid it down all bloody by his side That all might sée my Vncle there-with dy'd And challeng'd it my Fathers knife to be When people came the murdered corps to sée O Homicide O cursed viprous brood Like Cain to séek thy Fathers dearest blood My own dear Father being thus betray'd I his own Child the Evidence was made So judg'd to death for that he never did The Lord in mercy did the same forbid For as he was to Execution led A world of torments in my bosome bred To sée him stand upon the Gallow trée From which before good man he saved me I could not chuse but tell what I had done And so confesse my self a wicked son The Confession and Repentance of George Sanders Gentleman lâ—te of Sugh in the Counâ—y of Hertford who killed his own Uncle and accused his own Father for the murder but by Gods providence being discovered he dyâ—d for the same where he wrote this Song with his own hand Lord bring my Soule out of Prison Psal 142. GOds judgements now are rightly séen said I Dear Father I have slain him let me dye O let me dye and set my Father free Or else like Judas damned shall I be Whereat the people in that very place There praised God that gave me so much grace To quit my Father from that crying sin Where I with red-blood streams am drowned in My Father sav'd and I to Prison sâ—nt Where I remain with many a sad lament Which when you see you cannot chuse but say Repentance comes before my dying day His Repentance in Prison To the same tune MOngst Lyons fell in Daniels Den am I In lowest prison cast with Jeremy Fed with Elias by the Ravens fel And plac'd with Judas in the maw of hell Naked with Esau fearfull do I walk Dumb with old Zachary silent do I talk Afflictions bred with Micha is my food And with the Prophets drink I sorrows flood As poor as Job even now so poor am I Despis'd with Lazarus in great misery Banisht with David from my native land Cast up with Ionas on the Ninivites sand Made blind with Toby by the Swallows dung And with poor Ioseph cast in prison strong I weep with Mary who had lost her Master And run with Peter who should run the faster I sinned have for sin God curst the ground I sinned have for sin the world was drown'd I sinned have sin Sodom set on fire Also for sin did Egypt feel Gods ire I sinned have for sin did Adam die I sinned have sin caused Davidâ— cry I sinned have and for sin Satan fell From an high Angel to a Devil in Hell Did David weep and shall I not then cry Did Mary weep and shall mine eyes be dry Did Esau weep and shall not I weep more Did Peter weep such tears let me have store Did Mary weep for loss of Master dear Did Martha weep with sorrow toucht full near Spring eyes with tears to wash his sacred feet That for my sin did shed his blood most sweet Lark-like I fly unto the living spring Desiring pardon of my heavenly King Past worldly hope now like the thief on tree I onely fix my faith and hope on thee Look back on me as thou didst unto Peter Speak to my soul as to the thief most sweeter O spy me out with Zache on the tree And with sweet Bartholomew call me Lord to thee O let me now with holy Abraham spy A saving Ram that Isaac may not die O let me live for to sound forth thy praise That I may shew thy mercy in my days Make me a sparrow in thy house O King That swallow-like I may sit there and sing O let me in thy Temple keep a door That I may praise thy name for evermore George Sanders Printed for F.C. T.V. and W. Gilbertson