pittie when The bloody streames from his goard sides did sinke The Souldiers Speare was the registring pen His precious blood was made the staining inke Whereby he did Heauens blisse to vs reueale And Consummatum est was his true seale Why should I cease posterities to tell That Christ alone did worke our exaltation He raisde vs vp that by transgression fell And suffered death with great humiliation To plucke vs from the plunging pit of sin Or else we had in darkenes euer bin Stricken he was and thereby were we healed And by his death he brought vs lasting life In his faire hands our foule offence was sealed That so we might be freede from Sathans strife Our hatefull sinnes these bitter torments vrged But by his blood our sinnes had ne'r been purged Take heede detest abhorre flie sinne amaine Which brought our Lord to his most dolefull death And sith his wounds are now made whole againe Doe not renew them by sin-poysning breath O doe not mocke and offer him a teede Rub not his woundes afresh to make them bleede Now he is crowned with eternall glorie And high installed in a heauenly Throne Plucke him not downe but for thy sinne be sorie Least like the Iewes thou sealest him in stone He doth more grieue at one poore sinners losse Then all the panges he suffered on the crosse The pricking Thornes that gorde his holy head Was sure our sinnes the nailes our sinnes also That pierst his hands and feete till he was dead Our sinnes the speare that made the blood to flow Our sins were those y t whipt him with such strife Our sins the Crosse that tooke away his life If Mary mourned for our sweete Messias For Beniamin if Rachel did lament If Isreal wept for their good King Iosias If flintie stones at Christs death did rent Then may we rent our hearts and weepe as much That for our sinnes Christs torment should be such O be thou earnest to subdue thy sinne And striue with God till he haue blessed thee As Iacob did so he his wish did winne Of Iacobs race if thou wilt counted bee In faithfull sort he did Gods fauour seeke Wrestling by praier and submission meeke The Ostridge wilde with swift wings cannot flie But lifts his body vp when he doth run Pricking himselfe with spurres faster to hie And so his present danger doth he shun So pricke your hearts and run from sinne amaine The deadly danger of eternall paine Looke sinfull soule and looking view thy fill Marke in mans bodie how the Artiers runne Beating the veines and neuer stand they still Least that the blood should grow corrupt and num So beate thy hart with praying neuer cease Least corrupt sinne doth more and more increase And pray that thou maist see his glorious face Who is the ioy of Angels and of Saints He giues rewarde to them that asketh grace They shall obtaine the blisse that neuer faints Who euer shall be safe from all anoy Crownde with true honor and eternall ioy Blest is that soule which hath truely warded Where Saints are Clarkes and Iesus is the Iudge Angels the Iurie Innocence the Verdit Where is no fees nor cause of any grudge Who would not shedde whole floods of teares awhile Which afterward might haue such cause to smile Esteeme the worth of true heart-grieued teares Obtayning mercy at Gods sacred seat And pleading pardon in his gracious eares Repentance true doth hide offences great Teares tye the tongue of an accusers grudge Softning the rigour of seuerest Iudge Teares like true Aduocates won my Lords loue By teares first did I fly from sinne to grace By teares I did my Christ to mercy moue By teares being washt Christ did my soule imbrace By teares great plagues the Niniuites did preuent At Ionas preaching when they did lament These weeping teares did quench Gods kindled ire Appeasde his furie winning heauens blisse Procur'd Gods grace purchast my soules desire Whereas the spring of life eternall is Then Christ by grace I found my harts direction Who then instal'd my soule with true perfection Perfection pure where springes of mercie rise Whereas the crowne of life is free from feare Where the cheer's ioy a Kingdome is the prize Saints faithfull subiects Angels are the queare Where Gods temple the Lambe of glorious light Is guarded in his Throne with Angels bright Bright is his Glorie as the purest Sunne Where company of Saints thou shalt enioy Receipt of a Diadem thy soule hath wonne Where lifes fee simple suffers no annoy Ioyfull Receipt where soules are not distressed But liue in pleasure and are euer blessed Blessed ô thrice ten times blessed are they Attaining ioy of heauen with mournfull teares Wher's life without impeachment or decay Where soules are setled free from former feares O happie soule thrice happie there to dwell Where ioy passeth conceit for tongue to tell Sweete Iesus take my soule into that place Which I so long time longed for to see Where I may view my Lords illustrate face And laud the greatnesse of thy Maiestie O ioy of ioyes O pure celestiall sight Where mercy shines with sweet aboundant light O sinfull man thinke on this blessed fruite Which true repentance to thy soule doth bring Cease not to pray till God doth graunt thy suite Peccaui crie with Dauid royall King Harts true contrition is soules blisse beginner Heauen ioyes to see a true conuerted sinner While sorrow sits with mone and casts her count While woe and miserie brings their muses thither To nurse thy griefes in numbers that amount Vse sighes in lieu of teares and sobs togither By sighes and grones rue thy distresses deepe When dried eyes denies thee teares to weepe The Lord will sure accept thy inward cries When faith with loue on spotlesse Christ is plaste Thy hart may weepe though dried be thy eies For Adams sighes and grones the Lord imbraste For when she vsde nor words nor weeping teares God said why cri'st thou thus within my eares Our wretched mindes besiegde with fruitles toyes Inchainde in sinne and trained vnto thrall In errors lap lies luld with brittle ioyes Till griefe doth ring the ruine of our fall Which wounds our soules with inward bleeding sores That stept in danger of deaths fatall dores From woe sinne and sorrow shall we ne'r be free Till death to our acquittance sets his hand Nor receiue the charter of eternitie Till our soules present at the sealing stand But when death comes to put his pen to write None knowes the day the time the houre or night Consider well all mortall flesh is grasse The beautie thereof fadeth like a floure All things are vaine we seeke to bring to passe Suretie of life no creature hath one houre Then place thy soule to please the Lord of light So shalt thou liue for euer in his sight This life is like the seasons of the yeare A haruest that abides the reapers will Some in the seede the blade some in the eare Is blasted
cropt cut mowne and reaped still A shade a breath a blast a span a flower A mornings deaw that's dried in an hower First marke the sorrowes of this wretched life And how thy soule still clogged is with sinne How worldly cares doe keepe thee still in strife The many perils thou art wrapped in Then shalt thou see this life to vs hath lent But harts vexation griefe and discontent Our greatest pleasures end in paines distresse The Elements offend vs with their heate The earth with vapours colde doth vs oppresse Our health is mixt with sicknes dangers great To be alone alacke it grieues vs sore And companie disturbeth vs much more Admit the Lord hath lent thee earthly treasure And thou enioyest the labour of thy hands Thy wife and children is to thee a pleasure Thou raisest sumptuous buildings on thy lands What is all this wert thou a Prince of power Hauing no charter of thy life one houre This life alasse is but a winke of Time And on eternitie our ioyes depend Our mortall bodies are but earth and slime Ordainde of God his glorie to attend Like to a bubble weake as brittle glasse Or like a shadow that full soone doth passe Why should we sleepe or slug one night in sin Seeing that night might chance to be our last What grieuous danger should our soules be in If vnpreparde so sinfull hence we past Then euery minute waile thy sinne with sorrow Men here to day are laide in earth to morrow But thou wilt say the world bids me delay And tels me that I neede not feare my life I shall liue long and in great pleasure stay And haue much time t'auoide all future strife Ah thinke not so the flattering world doth lie While yet thou speakest thou maist on suddaine die Amend thy life therefore without all let Least when the time approacheth thou should'st dye Thou dost thy soules chiefe comfort quite forget When thousand cares will leade thy thoughts awrie Repent repent death hath thy life in gage Repent in youth stay not till crooked age O thinke what wofull state thy soule is in When death drawes neere with terrible assaults That houre maist thou be vexed so with sin So much tormented with thy filthie faults And with thy bodies paine so vexed bee That true repentance will be farre from thee What time thy wofull minde will chieflie run Which way thou maist haue ease of bodies smart And how thou maist those bitter gripings shun That with such sorrow burdens thy poore hart How ill aduisde wast thou in fainting breath To post repentance to the houre of death What horror then will thy poore hart indure When feare of death doth so afflict thy minde When phisickes helpe cannot thy conscience cure Nor for thy soule a remedie can finde When thou shalt see the diuell accusing stand And gaping hell vpon the other hand But in respect this griefe is nought at all Touching thy soule and whither it shall goe After she leaues this fading life mortall She at Gods iudgement seate her selfe must shew Sentence to haue and glory to obtaine Or else sad sorrow and eternall paine O thinke what torments sinners haue in hell That's mad with paine and there doth rore and crie In extreame torment which no tongue can tell Alwaies a dying but can neuer die O hart ô minde ô eyes beholde and see Obserue and marke what endlesse torments bee Iudas too late doth there himselfe excuse Too late for Achan to restore his golde Gehezi doth his gifts too late refuse And Diues all too late his faultes vnfolde Lord though with these we haue deserued paine Yet to thy kingdome let our soules retaine The seas saltnes is tasted by one drop False oathes describes a guiltie heart within The world wins our flesh to a seruile lot Feare doth seduce vs vnto deadly sin Most mightie Lord therefore to thee we pray That thy true spirit may our conscience stay Sweete Iesu Christ resplendent in thy seate Which purchast by thy death mans perfect ioy For my misdeedes thy pardon I intreate With wings of mercie shroude vs from anoy Thy death slew death thy pains was our protectiō Thou triumphst ouer all by glorious resurrection It was foretolde and truely spoke of thee By holy Prophets many yeares agoe Gods glorious sonne should no corruption see Layde dead in graue from graue aliue should goe The sealed stone the carefull watchmens eye Could not keepe downe thy mightie maiestie But when I had my Sauiours presence lost Inforste I was vnto my former trade On surging waues my fishing boate was tost Yet of great labour little gaine I made All day I toyld but all in vaine I wraught And all the tedious night nothing I caught But when the cheerefull mornings light appeard Vpon the sandy shore my Sauiour stood Whose heauenly voice our heauie harts so cheard Calling to vs vpon the surging flood My friends quoth he what haue you any meate We answered no nor yet one bit to eate Then said the Lord that made both sea and land Vpon the right side of your sliding ship Cast forth your tangling nets with nimble hand And you shall finde what earst from you did slip We did the same whereby such store we got As neuer like did fall vnto our lot So full of skipping fish the net was found That we by all our force our strength and power Not able were to draw it from the ground Such was the store we got that instant houre At that one draught my selfe did tell and see An hundred mightie fishes fiftie three I knew not Lord thy sacred maiestie For sinne and shame had dulled Peter quite Till Iohn to me thy glorie did descrie I quite forgot my Christ the Lord of might Yet see my Sauiour in my greatest neede Forsooke me not for all my hainous deede This did reuiue my heauie mournfull minde A treble comfort did my ioy restore Iohn childe of grace did soone our Sauiour finde Who said t'is Iesus standeth on the shore It is the Lord vndoubted it is he As by this worke we may sufficient see I hearing that in hast did leaue my net And to my Sauiour sworm whereas he stood Through many mounting billowes did I get For he presern'd me in the raging flood The peacefull shore when so I had attaind There saw I fire and fish and bread ordaind A heauenly dinner on the earth below New raised Christ for vs had there preparde He saw our want and did our hunger know Poore men distrest the Lord doth still regarde Christ therefore calde and bad vs come to dinner The righteous Lord eates with a wretched sinner With his most holy hand he brake vs bread And gaue vs fish our hunger to asswage A gracious countnance on vs did hee spread Whose conquest did both death and hell enrage And this was now the third time truely knowne To his Disciples Christ himselfe had showne Then after dinner Christ tooke me aside And thrice
Could I so kind and louing Lord forget That in my wants my neede supplied euer Carefull he was in paying my due debt My wiues sicke mother heal'd he of a feuer When I lackt coyne great Caesars right to pay A fish he forc't to bring me some straightway To grace me with a blest Apostles right Three times he charg'd me for to feed his sheepe But I false wretch did disobey him quight His flocke from harme I had no care to keepe Oh how could I to them a Pastor be When I my selfe did stray so grieuouslie Yet was his gracious fauour such to me He tooke me vp into the mountaine hie His Transfiguration for to see Which then appear'd in mightie Maiestie Where Moses and Elias both did walke And with out blessed Sauiour fell in talke Bright as the Sunne in chiefest of his pride So did the glory of his face appeare His seamelesse garments shin'de on euery side Like to the light when it is found most cleare All this and more did I behold and see Yet fearelesse fell to foule iniquitie Who would against this blessed God offend Who durst a Iudge so mightie quite denie Who would not feare and learne his life to mend Sith such a Lord his secrets can discrie Who would not mon'th day minute time and hower Yea alwayes dread his Iustice might and power Yet I transgrest against this Prince of might Whose Maiestie sits in a glorious Throne His eyes like fire shining pure and bright His face more cleere then any precious stone Angels and Saints attend in his presence Thrones Prophets Powers Martyrs Innocents Sweete Lorde with fauour measure my offence Let true repentance counteruaile thine ire Let teares appease where trespasse doth incense Let pitie moue let humble hope desire Lord scourge me not according to desart Let sinners see how mercifull thou art The holy feast of Easter drawing nie Vnto Ierusalem would my Sauiour goe Shewing to vs what death he was to die As holy Prophets often did foreshow That he thereby might saue from death and hell The soule of man which by transgression fell Thus Adams trespasse brought a scourging rod His poore successors to torment for sinne Which pluckt from pleasure th' Image of our God See what destruction Adam did beginne His fall brought sinne and sinne did death require Sinne drown'd the world and Sodom set on fire Ah wretched Eue that first procur'd this strife By tasting of the Tree both good and ill Which brought to vs a wofull labouring life With sweating face the barren earth to till For which offence the holy Godhead said Returne to earth whereof thou first wast made For this foule fact mans soule was damn'd to hell And nothing could appease Gods wrathfull ire But his Sonnes blood whom he belou'd so well Who for our sakes did shamefull death desire We did transgresse and he did suffer smart But then this knowledge was not in my heart Wherefore when I did vnderstand and heare That Christ to faire Ierusalem would goe The Scribes and Elders I did greatly feare Which sutly sought his life to ouerthrow Then did I take my Lord aside and say Looke to thy selfe Lord shun this bainfull way But my rash zeale full sore my God offended Who cald me Sathan laying to my charge I fauour'd not his holy will intended But like a flatrer slipt my wordes at large False fainting zeale shadow'd with good pretence No vayle can hide the shame of my offence Now marke the sorrow that I shall vnfold When he to faire Ierusalem was come The traytor Iudas his good Master sold For thirtie pence God wot a slender summe Which damned deed although he sought to hide Christ knew ful well by whom all hearts are tride Then when he had his blessed Supperended Vp to mount Oliuet did he sadly goe And we vpon our heauenly Master tended In whose sad soule deaths sorrow then did grow Who said to vs when he the hill ascended All you this night through me shall be offended For it is written and it shall be so I'le smite the Shepheard on the fertile plaine Then all his flocke shall scatter to and fro But when from vanquisht death I rise againe By mighty power and heauenly deitie I'le walke before you into Galile But hereupon this answere I did make And freely spoke what I in heart intended My Lord and Master will I not forsake Though all the world with thee should be offended But Iesus said Before the cocke crow twice This night for feare thou wilt deny me thrice Vpon these wordes I did my speeches double And told my Lord what euer came of me I would not shrinke for any worldly trouble Respecting not inforc't calamitie In all disgraces Peter first will die A lingring death ere he his Lord denie Then went my Lord himselfe alone to pray With heauy heart and layd him on the earth Who said to vs VVatch you a while and stay For my sed Soule is heauie to the death But while he sweat cold water mixt with blood We carelesse slept and did no other good Three times came Christ and found vs fast asleepe While he attended Iudas spitefull howre To thinke thereon it makes my heart to weepe Christ tasting then a bitter bleeding showre Thus lay we carelesse while his care increast We slept and he in praying neuer ceast What drowsie drones were we that had no power On Gethseman to watch a little space Ah could not we forbeare one sleeping hower While Christ lay praying with a watrie face Whose Agony that time was found so great That he all ouer bath'd in bloody sweat Then came our Sauiour vnto vs and said Sleepe now henceforth and euer take your rest The hower is at hand the plot is laid That wretched sinners must haue their request Arise arise so drowsie doe not stand I shall be tooke the traytour is at hand Our Sauiour had these wordes no sooner spoken But Iudas came with others very strong The Traytour gaue a kisse which was the token Betraid my Lord so tooke they him along O Sinne of sinnes what falsehood worse then this To harbour Treason in a trothlesse kisse My Sauiour thus abus'de I banisht feare At this lewd troope I straight drew out my sword And smiting Malcus I cut off his eare For which my Christ gaue me a checking word Then leading him away on my reproofe With lingring steps I follow'd him aloofe Oh Coward here thy hollow heart beginnes I follow'd in the darke as all vnknowne Which doth encrease my great and grieuous sinnes In Calender of shame my name is showne I that erewhile such mightie brags did make With pale-fac't feare did now begin to shake False hearted man and full of wicked ill Into the court of Caiphas did I goe And warm'd me there while cold my heart did kill Coldnesse of faith the roote of all my woe O wretch of all men well deseruing hate For buying fire at such a damned rate There came
to me a Wench and thus she said Thou sure art one of this Mans company For by thy countnance is the same bewraid But what she said I stiffely did denie O sinfull soule for this thy lacke of grace Weepe weepe till teares make gutters in thy face With that the quicke rebuker of my vice The wakefull cocke did then begin to crow Yet ere he crew I did denie him thrice And swore I knew him not whom I did know O sinne of sinnes O excrement of earth Forgiue me Christ though my desart be death Then Christ on me did cast a glorious view Like to a Star that glanced in the skie Whereby behold my foule offence I knew That my hearts thoughts were open to his eie And thereupon the Cocke againe did crow The heauie watch-word of my ouerthrow But when I saw his piercing eyes looke backe As I pronounst my periurie within O how my soule did feele a sudden wracke Thus strooke against the damned rocke of sinne Which made me straight to get me out of doore And on the thirstie earth my teares to powre And with a wofull bitter bleeding hart Thus I began to thunder out my crie Lord looke not on me after my desart I haue deseru'd eternall death to die Though I on earth haue here denyed thee Yet of thy Kingdome Lord deny not me Celestiall power Creations sole beginner View here thy poore Apostles relenting Meekely forgiue a true repentant sinner That with salt teares is euermore repenting But who a wretch vnworthy to be knowne A Saint O no not Gods nor yet his owne All weeping eyes resigne to me your teares From weeping will I neuer cease but weepe For why my sinnes haue fil'd my soule with feares And flouds of sorrowes breakes my soundest sleepe The more distils the liquid Oliue tree The better will the fruite in season be And that makes me lament my life so ill With streaming teares so long as I haue breath Least sinne and hell my spotted soule should spill Which dayly threatens my eternall death Though death eternall be my due desart Yet Lord forgiue my sad repenting heart Accusing Sathan fils my soule with feares Demaunding how I dare for mercie call A reeking voyce from hell rings in my eares That I of force must to perdition fall Whose foggy stem doth seeke my soule to blind That the true way to Christ I might not find Damn'd wretch say they how canst thou hope for grace Christs sacred word is precious and most pure Asham'd thou wast to know thy Masters face Therefore asham'd of thee he will be sure For feare of death thy life for to prolong Thou slew'st thy soule by rashnesse of thy tongue Christ in a parable plaine bewrayes this case He damn'd the slothfull seruant found asleepe And he that to the wedding forced was The foolish Virgins wanting care to keepe Their lampes with oyle when they with him should go Were for this trespasse throw'n to lasting woe See how seuerely Christ doth sinners vse He spar'd not Saul although his true annoynted But cast him off and did him quite refuse For sparing Agag otherwise appoynted If Christ spar'd not chiefe branches of his tree Then sinfull soule what shall become of thee Then bootles spend not thou thy loathed breath In vaine thou dost for grace and mercie crie Thou hast with Iudas won a traytors death He sold his Lord and thou dost him denie O wretched soule nay most accursed deuill For none but fiends would doe so bad an euill Thou maske of shame badge of a guiltie mind Thou mappe of sinne thou common foe of fame Out-cast on earth thou whelpe of Tygres kind God from his booke hath blotted out thy name At thy complaint the Lord doth stop his eares He nought respects thy grones or bitter teares Curse wretched man the time that thou wast borne On thy birth day soule sinne imbraste thee fast To vanquish thee and make thee thus forlorne Thereby from grace to haue thee quite out cast What then a saint no no a beast nay worse Abiuring Christ thou hast a lasting curse False fainting heart which feare did ouerthrow To saue thy life thou didst thy promise breake How canst thou thinke that Christ will mercie shew When as thy faith was found to him so weake To adde small time vnto a fleeting life Thy soule is fild with sorrow woe and strife O purchase base to length thy life by sinne Infamous wretch deseruing death for meede Wouldst thou permita womans words to winne Thy loue from Christ euen in his greatest neede What fauour canst thou finde that Christ deluded Angels for sinne from Heauen were excluded Wherefore was such a caytife namde a Saint Whose speeches vowed spit and bitter gall That in Christs quarrell cowardly did faint Could an Apostle catch so fowle a fall Blacke fiends of hell hereat doe laugh and smile That they did Peter in such sorte beguile Dispaire and dye rip thy foule intrals out To search thy conscience make no long delay T'is foule and guiltie therefore out of doubt T'will witnes be against thee at that day Both clarke and Iudge and iurie will it bee For to condemne but not to set thee free Thus sinne and Sathan did my soule accuse Setting the filth of sinne before my eyes My heart with terror did he sore abuse Who saide that Christ my praiers would despise But yet defying him though flesh were fraile Through grace I gan my faults thus to be waile Most mightie Lord sicke is my soule within To thinke that I against my God offended Sweete Christ forgiue the greatnes of my sin Saue me Lord Iesu else I am condemned Rent hart weep eyes pleade thou wicked tougue Pleade thou for mercy that did Christ such wrong O holy spirit that seest my restles teares Reade ioyfull lessons to my painting hart For Sathan speakes of nought but rufull feares And griefe conceales my soules incessant smart My guiltie eyes that still pursues my sin Each moment doth my griefe afresh begin Looke on the thoughts of a perplexed mind Their irksome dayes that leades a loathsome life There is no ioy or comforts I can find Such vaine illusions keeps me still in strife O brittle life that vadeth like a flower Vnstable mind oft changed in an hower This world allur'd me with deceiuing howers Liuing I find a Lab'rinth voyd of measure A groue of griefe a field of blasted flowers A stony ground where growes no sparke of pleasure A witching phrenzie pleasant to the eares A dreadfulll den a surging riuer of teares O splendent Christ which suffred for my sin Celestiall Substance let me tast thy sweet That my poore soule may be refresht within Which this false world doth clog with cares vnmeet The holy Ghost to my poore spirit applie That on thy mercy I may still relie Behold my eyes with dayly weeping teares Are blear'd and parcht for my offences done Thy grace I craue my heart thy Iustice feares With trembling ioynts