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A solemne passion of the soules loue; Mary Magdalens love. Selections
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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and let me in VVhere humble faith but at thy feete may fall VVith my soules seruice loue and life and all Forget O Lord my workes of wickednes VVhereby my soule with sorrow is oppressed And with the finger of thy holines In mercy touch my spirit so distressed And saue my life that draweth nigh to hel Loue mea little and I shal be wel Loue no sweete Lord mercie I craue no more My sinnes are such I dare not speake of loue But in thy mercie to thy loue restore My humble faith that may but mercie proue And so approue that al the world may see The ioyful loue betwixt my God and mee Oh call me home and make me heare thy call And heare thee so that I may runne vnto thee And hold me fast that I may neuer fall But that my soule may euer seruice do thee Shew some good token that the world may know My soule is blest whom thou hast loued so And while I liue here in this wretched vale Of feareful danger of infernal death Where earthly pleasures take those soules to sale VVhich haue their bargaine in the hel beneath Let my soules loue and life and labour be To seeke my ioy my loue and life in thee Make me not rich lest I forget to thinke From whence I haue the comfort of my hart Nor in such want let thy poore seruant sinke That I be driuen to craue the needy part Giue me but meanes the needie to relieue To feede thy flocke and not the wolfe to grieue Let me not listen to the sinners songs But to the Psalmes thy holy saints do sing Nor let me folow tyrants in their wrongs But kisse the rocke where righteousnes doth spring Let not mine eye affect the outward part But let me loue the vertue of the hart And let my loue be to behold thy loue And let my loue be but to liue in thee And so to liue that al the world may proue The gracious good my God hath done for me To call my soule out of this world of woe In faithful loue to serue my Sauiour so And when they see the blot of al their blame To loue the world but al in wretched toyes And do confesse with inward blushing shame They are but sorrowes vnto heauenly ioyes They may with me forsake al worldly pleasure And make thy loue an euerlasting treasure For Lord by thee we are in thee we liue And in thy loue the liuing cannot die And since thy death did our liues wholly giue For thy loues sake shall we affection flie No my deare Lord let life be death to me So I may die to liue in loue with thee A ioyfull life were such a death indeede From earthly paine to passe to heauenly pleasure A ioyfull line for louing hearts to reade To leaue the flesh to take the spirits treasure Whose glorious sence vnto the sunne doth fall That all is nothing to that all in all And I alas of many thousand soules Vnworthie most of his high worth to write Who in his mercies true record inrowles The louing substance of the soules delight Must mercie crie for feare my loues presuming Of too high sence may be my soules consuming And with the teares of true repentant loue Looking vppon the wonders of that wonder That in his least perfection may approue The greatest wisdome of the world put vnder Confesse my wit as short to penne his prayse As darkest nights in light of clearest daies And say but this in grace and glories height Where vertues loue doth liue for euer crowned And all the Hoast of heauen and heauens await Vpon the highest of the heauens renowned Whom Saints and Angels trembling do adore To him alone be praise for euermore If honour praise and glory euer bee Vnto my louing euerlasting King This King of life who so hath loued me To giue my soule this gratious power to sing In heart and minde in man and Angels loue All glorious glory be to God aboue Nicholas Britton FINIS