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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

tho they be These Mountains cannot stand What are those Mountains to my Christ They fly at thy command V. My Sins indeed are numberless are not thy Mercies so This did thy pardon'd ones profess They bad me to thee go Tho they be numerous and great I 'm in Salvation's Road They cannot pass the blood of Christ Which is the blood of God VI. Where Sin abounds thy Word do's say Grace has abounded more This is and shall be still my plea Whilst thou hast Grace in store Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the total summ For mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy Mercy come XI The Sinner's Address to Christ. I. WHere lies a Sin I 'll drop a tear Then view Redeeming blood To mourning Souls Christ will appear And surely do them good 'T is thou alone my Lord canst give This asking heart relief Christ's gentle voice would make it live His hand wipe off my grief II. Those falsly call'd the sweets of Sin Are bitter unto me I loath the state that I am in Lord may I come to thee But O wilt thou receive him now That 's coming to thy door For I can bring no dowry Lord I come extreamly poor III. What if my tears could make a floud My rightcousness is dross Those tears need washing in thy blood Tho' wept upon the Cross. I have an Argument to plead Which thou canst not deny Thy Grace is free and thou dost give To Sinners such as I. IV. Thou dost invite all wandering Souls And I am one of those With thee the sick do find a Cure The weary find repose The world and Sin will ever vex Will trouble and molest I therefore trust my Soul with Christ To bring to Heavens rest XII The Sinners Reception I. WHilst others costly Offerings bring Unto my Lord most dear To him a Song of Praise I 'll sing And sacrifice a Tear This is my choicest gift I have No better to impart When thou receiv'dst me first then I Did offer up mine heart II. I am the Prodigal return'd And met upon a plain And thou the loving Father that Invit'st me home again Thou didst invite and bring me home My study now shall be To furnish and prepare a Room Where Christ may dwell with me III. O cleanse my Soul and make it white Adorn it with thy Grace To dwell with me do thou delight And never hide thy face Who can but love so dear a Lord I 'll make a daily feast The daily exercise of Grace Shall entertain my Christ. IV. I love thee Lord and thou dost know How I adore thy name Surely my God I would do so Would wear a loving frame With thankfulness I will record Thy kindness all my days I 'll live upon and to the Lord And breath a constant praise XIII The Sinner's admiration of Divine Mercy as the 148 Psalm I. TO praise Redeeming Love Dear Christians lend a voice Come thou Diviner Dove And help me to rejoyce My heart too low Lord thou canst raise Best Spirit blow And I shall praise II. Here Lord will I admire The wonders of thy Grace Till thou shalt call me higher There to behold thy face O Heighth of Grace O Depth of Love Now fit me for My place above III. Hell was my proper hire For I was Satans Slave Fit Fuel for that Fire But God delights to save God often call'd I would not come He call'd until He brought me home IV. Dejected Souls may not Acceptance with him fear No sigh was e'er forgot He Bottles every Tear Do not despair Because you see How kind the Lord Has been to me V. My Sins were very high My Soul almost in Hell Yet Mercy then drew nigh And caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul Even unto death And write a Song For every Breath VI. Who can this Love express His Mercy ne'er decays What can my Soul do less Than love him all my days Bless God my Soul Even unto Death And write a Song For every Breath XIV The Sinners Thirst after more Grace I. IBless my God for giving Grace Wilt thou increase my store And as my Graces do increase Thy Praises shall be more This barren Soil will never bear Or else bear nothing good Unless thou water with thy Care And moisten with thy Blood II. Be thou to me as thou hast been Unto thine Israel A Dew to keep my branches green To make my blossoms smell I daily thirst I sigh I groan For greater growth in Grace O spread each sigh before thy Throne Before thy brighter Face III. Increase the Grace that thou hast wrought So kindly freely given Lord cherish it till thou hast brought Me up the Stairs to Heav'n This thirsty Soul must still repeat Its earnest Suit again I am thy Garden and intreat Thy Garden may have Rain XV. For Spiritual Protection I. I Have an Host of Enemies Are ever breaking in Satan the World the Flesh devise To ruine me by Sin I trust to God as my defence Against her subtilties From all destructive baits of sense Wilt thou restrain mine Eyes II. Tho'ye combine against my Soul I make the Lord my Guard Who will your fiery Breath controul Who will be my Reer-ward Whenever dangers near approach Lord be at hand to me And bring my Soul by each assault The nearer unto thee III. O keep from Sin which brings a frown Be gracious at my Cry Let no Temptations cast them down That on thy Grace relye Why should that frame set up within Which thine own hand did raise Be ever broke or slurr'd by Sin Why shouldest thou lose thy praise IV. Even as thy care thy hand is large And fills each empty space Remember that I am thy charge This day consult my case My Soul my Frame I will commit To thee O Holy Ghost Thou art my Guardian and I trust Thy work shall not be lost XVI Lamenting the loss of first Love I. O That my Soul was now as fair As it has sometimes been Devoid of that distracting care Without and guilt within There was a time when I could tread No Circle but of Love That joyous Morning now is fled How heavily I move II. Unhappy Soul that thou should'st force Thy Saviour to depart When he was pleased with so course A Lodging in thy Heart How sweetly I enjoy'd my God With how Divine a srame I thought on every Plant I trod I read my Saviour's Name III. I liv'd I lov'd I talkt with thee So sweetly we agreed And thou no stranger wast to me Till I became a weed The Tempter robb'd me and I must I fear be ever poor May this suffice to rowl i' th dust Before thy Temple Door IV. My dearest Lord my Heart flames not With Love that Sacred Fire But since my Love has wore that blot Repentance runs the higher O might those days return again How welcome they should be Shall my Petition be in vain Since Grace is ever free V.

the way IV. When Corah did Rebel Earth would not be his Slave To bear his weight but opens streight And was his willing Grave When Israel did corrupt The Air with murmuring breath It did rebound and gave a wound And that was present Death V. The whole Creation groans Sins Racks the World do fill It empties Rooms to furnish Tombs Yet I am living still On the Lords hand I live And cannot but admire He does not shake so vile a Snake Into Eternal Fire VI. That Miracles are ceas'd Some confidently tell But I do know it is not so Whilst I am out of Hell VI. The Sinners Hope I. WHO knows but such an one as I May Grace and Mercy find I hear the God of Israel Is merciful and kind Had he been pleas'd to torture me With everlasting bands He might have done it long ago Who had me in his hands II. I do not hear the Trumpet sound To call me to his Bar The proofs and patterns of his Grace Forbid me to despair Despair is such a sin of sins It cannot be forgiv'n Whilst other sins Hells ways do pave This Bars the Gates of Heav'n III. Cease then thy murmuring O my Soul And silently attend To th' sounding Bowels of a Christ Who is the Sinners Friend He does not say Depart from me Into Eternal Fire But Come into my open Breast Where weary Souls retire IV. The trembling wretch who touch this Hem But fear'd an heavy Doom Receiv'd a Cure and Blessing too And went rejoycing home The Prodigal deserv'd and far'd Worse than the Swine he fed But found a Mirthful Feast at home Who only lookt for Bread V. Heav'n lookt upon the Publican Who was bow'd down with shame Mercy he call'd which soon appear'd And answer'd to its name My Sins are mighty sins indeed But I have understood Great sins are foils which do inhance The Price of Saving Blood VI. My Soul has many ghastly Wounds Yet will I not despair Whilst there is Balm in Gilead And a Physician there That I might march to Canaans Land The Silver Trumpet sounds My Day still shines my Tent is fix'd Within Salvations bounds VI. The Door is shut but is not barr'd And he that is within Does bid me ask and seek and knock And strive to enter in Here then I 'll ask and seek and knock Until the Door be ope Nor will I stir a foot from hence It is a Door of Hope VII The Sinner's Confession I. WHO who can number all the Stars Or Sands upon the Shore Thy Sins thy Sins are multitudes My Soul thy Sins are more Alas I cannot bear the sight They do like Clouds arise The Sword of Justice will awake For they have reacht the Skies II. Most stubbornly I have rebell'd And broke thy Law O God How just is it that such a wretch Should feel thy Flaming Rod I bleed to think how I did slight Thy Message from above How I despis'd thy Blood O Christ And thy Redeeming Love III. How oft I did repeat my sin And ran upon the score Tho' Conscience loudly did disswade And bad me sin no more How is it Lord thou dost so long This wretched Soul forbear When almost ev'ry thoughts's a sin My breath pollutes thy air IV. Manasseh's sins were white to mine Mine bear a Crimson die Sure never any so provok't The Lord of Hosts as I. Ah how much viler than the Earth By sin am I become A Sinner of polluted birth A Sinner in the Womb. V. Lord whither whither must I range To count up my trangressions Give me thy pardon in Exchange Accept of my Confession VIII The Sinners Retreat I. FArewell vain world I bid adieu Thou canst not fill but cloy Thy Throne O God does send forth new And more refined joy Meer Vanity does Man pursue With eagerness and heat The bravest things the World can shew Are but a perfect cheat II. Who gain the riches of the Earth Gain but a finer dross Who gain a World and lose a Soul Sustain the greatest loss The blast of honour sounds aloud Yet that 's but empty air Which quickly passes thro' the Croud And do's no more appear III. Alas there 's nothing here that can True blessedness afford Ye painted shadows get you gone Ye hold me from my Lord He 's blest indeed who loveth God Whose undefiled mind Can scorn such poor delights and can In Jesus better find IV. O happy they who only love Their God and him admire That I may taste your purer joys I 'll from the World retire I 'll make it my ambition now To be belov'd of God Sinners in time in time return Before you feel his Rod. IX The Sinner's Resolves I. THIS empty World has now too long Deceived me with lies I am resolved to be gone Deluded Soul arise Go fly to Christ without delay Engage him for thy Friend Such men are blessed in their way And blessed in their end II. What have I more to do with sin Ye flatt'ring sweets be gone The time and place'twas acted in Are sad to think upon My vain companions I 'll forsake Them from their ways withdraw I 'll read a Lecture that shall make Those frozen hearts to thaw III. My sins will I no more repeat Nor finish that begun My Summons to the Judgment Seat May come before it 's done I will not with my Finger once Touch my beloved Sin Who knows its latter end you know But where it did begin IV. The snares of Satan lye so low And are so smoothly plac't I 'll softly tread where e're I go And never act in haste The word and Spirit I 'll obey And think if God say so It is enough I 'll never stay To see what others do V. I 'll dedicate my self to God And his alone will be I triumph I am in the road To true felicity Lord all is spread before thy face My Soul resolves upon My Soul commits it to thy Grace O leave it not alone X. The Sinners Cry for pardon I. GReat God thou art a God of Grace Who pardons hast in store O do not turn away thy face From me tho I am poor I do deserve the hottest plagues Of an incensed God To drink the Vials of his wrath To feel the damneds rod. II. But turn away thy wrath from me Now turning at thy call O why should'st thou exalt thy self In thy poor Creatures fall I might be cast into thy Jail There lie for evermore But Lord thy patience did give Bail Thy Christ did pay the score III. Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the Total Summ For Mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy mercy come Lord if thou wilt my sins forgive Wilt not in wrath destroy 'T will add new comforts to thy Saints Fresh triumphs to their joy IV. This will encourage Sinners Lord To turn and seek thy face When they shall hear the worst of them Has now obtain'd thy Grace My Sins are Mountains

upon the Mountain get I 'll praise my heav'nly King No more delays O come and blow Stir up thy grace begun When thou dost breathe thy Spices flow The work goes kindly on XXIX For Communion with God I. ALass my God that we shou'd be Such Strangers to each other O that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together Thou knowest my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode No Musick drops so sweet a sound As these two words my God II. I long not for the Fruit that grows Within these Gardens here I find no sweetness in their Rose When Jesus is not near Thy gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradise Ah what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of Price III. May I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee Thy Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me Like Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day Attended with the Heav'nly Guards Upon my Kings High-way IV. When wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear Come near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near When wilt thou come unto me Lord I langnish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light V. When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost veil thy Face VI. There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to sing thy name Where all thy Singers meet XXX On the Lord's Day As the 100 Psalm I. THou spreadst a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may Banquet on thy Word Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parch'd and dry II. We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in III. Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That Sinners may observe thy call And numerous Converts to thee fall IV. That those who do thy footsteps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their God in vain V. Thy people at thy Footstool lye Behold us with a gracious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet VI. Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with Triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day VII I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy love alone can satisfie XXXI Of Death I. DEath steals upon us unawares And Digs a Grave unseen Whilst we dispute are full of Cares What may be what has been Shall I be bent on vanity And rotteness to trust Till Death shall lay his hand on me And crumble me to dust II. What if my Sun should set at Noon If Death should call to day Can'st thou my Soul go off so soon Hast thou no scores to pay Behold my Sands how quick they fall How near I am my Goal Let not my Body be undrest Till thou hast drest my Soul Let not my Body be undress'd Till thou hast dress'd my Soul III. That at the Trumpet 's Sound I may Spring from my dusty Bed Rejoicing at the Voice that calls Arise come forth ye Dead Lord give me Patience if I lie Upon a Dying-Bed O let my Saviour standing by Support my weary Head IV. Support my weak and tott'ring Faith Whilst dismal Fears annoy My Jesus be my sweet Defence My Jesus be my Joy Blest Advocate do thou not fail At this Time to appear O let my shaken Faith prevail My Evidence be Clear V. My Soul in thy sweet Hands I trust Now can I sweetly sleep My Body falling to the Dust I leave with thee to keep XXXVI Psalm 63. 8. My Soul follows hard after thee I. MY God my God my Light my Love Mine All in All to me Wilt thou a gracious Father prove To Souls that hang on thee II. My God my God my Light my Love For thee I thirst alone The sweetest Waters upon Earth My Soul accounts as none III. My God my God my Light my Love Mine only only Friend I seek I long I look for thee Why wilt thou not attend IV. My God my God my Light my Love O whither art thou gone Either be near unto me here Or lift me to thy Throne V. My God my God my Light my Love Canst thou that Soul forsake That follows thee with restless Cries Longing to overtake VI. My God my God my Light my Love Thy Child intreats thy stay Father shall not thy Bowels move O turn and look this Way VII My God my God my Light my Love Come come with me abide Rejoice me with thy Presence Lord I know no Joy beside VIII My God my God my Light my Love Hear thou my mournful Cry He hears he hears me from above He will not see me die Psalm 86. Done by Mr. J. M. I. HEar hear me Lord for I am Poor And seek Salvation at thy Door Bow down thy gentle Ear to me Who am oppres'd with Misery II. Save me my God for I am thine Thy Touch hath made my Heart Divine Save me my God to whom I flee Who have none other Gods but thee III. Let Mercy come from God or High The Object of my daily Cry I daily knock I daily wait For Mercy 's Alms at Mercy 's Gate IV. God of all Comfort Give a Dole Of Comfort to thy Servant's Soul For this my Soul doth bend her Knee And stretch her craving Hands to thee V. Thou Lord art Good and thou dost stand With sealed Pardons in thy Hand Oh how the Dews of Mercy fall And answer at thy Peoples Call VI. It ne'er was writ here lieth One Dy'd at the Foot of Mercy 's Throne Lord hearken to my humble Cries And let them found above the Skies PART II. I. I Have a God to whom I may Resort with Freedom any Day I 'll seek him when I am in Pain I 'm sure to here from him again II. And when my Soul shall understand The Comfort of his Curing Hand Then shall I sing O happy Rod That brought me nearer to my God III. What are those Gods whom Folly feigns Those Creatures of distemper'd Brains What are those Dunghil Gods before The Mighty God whom I adore IV. O King of Nations Lord of All Before thee shall all Nations fall And every Language shall confess Thy glorious Everlastingness V. For thou art Great beyond Compare Thy Works amazing Wonders are To God alone all Glory be There is none other God but He. VI. Lord guide me in thy secret Way With such a Guide I shall not stray Bring me into an Heavenly Frame Unite my Heart to fear thy Name VII My Lord my God my Heart shall Praise And glorifie thee all my Days Thy Mercy to me doth excell I am a Brand snatch'd out of Hell PART III. I. THE Sons of Pride against me rise Fierce Atheists are mine Enemies They fear not God they love not me My Comfort is their Misery II. They mark me for their common Foe And jointly Plot my overthrow But thou my Lord dost take my Part Thou Lord a God of Bowels art III. Thou art most swist to Acts of Grace But unto Wrath of flowest Pace Thy Mercy and thy Truth abound This is Faith's everlasting Ground IV. Whilst God is Merciful and True I am both Safe and Happy too I cannot fall who lean upon The Pillars of the highest Throne V. O leave me not who follow Thee Let Mercy look on Misery Save Lord for thee I do adore As did my Mother heretofore VI. Save Lord one Born within thy House A Child of Prayers and Tears and Vows Mine Eyes expect some happy Sign To tell my Soul that thou art mine VII Me with Salvations Walls enclose To the Confusion of my Foes That they with blushing may confess We cannot Curse whom God doth bless VIII We cannot catch whom God will have We cannot hurt whom God will save We cannot touch his smallest Limb We Curse our selves in Cursing him Name your Town here