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A39247
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London's lamentation: or, Godly sorrow and submission. By George Elliott, author of God's warning-piece to London.; London's lamentation.
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Eliot, George, 17th cent.
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1665
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Wing E547; ESTC R214795
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LONDONS LAMENTATION OR Godly sorrow and submission By GEORGE ELLIOTT Author of God's Warning-piece to London OH whither shall I Flee Where must I Go I am undone my sins pursue me so If I should wander all the World about They will me follow and will find me out My Bones do tremble and my Heart doth ake God's dreadful Arrows make me fear and quake I know not what to do I dare not stay And 't is in vain I 'me sure to run away I will not stir afoot I will not shrink This bitter Cup God gives me I will drink And take it kindly at his Sacred Hand I 'le not refuse it I will notwithstand His Will and Pleasure shall be my direction Under his Wings I hope to find Protection If he do Scourge and whip me never so I will not Flee I will not from him go But humbly at his Footstool I will lie And if I Live I Live If Dye I Dye My Sins are Numberless I must confess But if compar'd they be to God's Goodness They are as Nothing Then appear they will Like a small Molehill to a mighty Hill My Friends forsake me they are fled away But GOD I hope will be my staffe and stay He will not fail me will not me forsake Nor of a City me a Desart make I hope the World shall see that God above Doth not me hate but dearly doth me love And that the time will come I trust e're long When God will put into my mouth a Song Of Thanks and Praise then shall I see and know My Scarlet sins are wash'd as white as Snow I do confess O LORD I do confess My sins are altogether Numberless But to thy only Mercy I appeal For I am sure that hand that smites can heal Thy Grace and Mercy is my only stay For Mercies Sake I do thee humbly pray Pardon my Sins with Hyssop make me clean For Christ his Sake restore me once again To thy blest Favour and I then will give My self unto thee and will ever live Unto thy glory and will spend my Dayes In killing Sin and to my Makers Praise Thy PLAGUES are on me and thy heavy hand So sore doth Crush me that I cannot stand My Enemies me daily do Revile My Forreign Foes that hate me laugh and smile Because thou dost Chastise me with thy Rod Are these the People that did trust in God Where is He now say they Hee 'll not them Own Both they and all their Works are fully known My heart would break in pieces I should be Like one that 's dead but that I trust to see Thy Love thy Mercy and thy Gracious Smile Although I suffer Punishment awhile I willingly submit my self to God And with Humility will kiss the Rod He whips me with I will not take it ill But will be subject to his Sacred Will Although his hand lie on me very sore And DEATH himself stands vaunting at the door And GYANT like doth Domineer and Brave And with his Fist doth Fell into the GRAVE Above FIVE HUNDRED in a single day And will have more before HE go away Yet on my God I wholly do depend Who in his time I know will comfort send If that the Hills into the Sea was hurl'd Or that a Fire did overspread the World I would not fear I would not be dismaid God is my Rock why should I be afraid He is my only trust my staffe and stay So that I may I hope with safety say The LORD is my salvation and my light My GOD my guide my strength and eke my might In this same punishment methinks I see His tender Mercy and his Love to me His Strokes and Lashes do me plainly tell He whips me now to keep me out of Hell I do commit my self to Gods good grace And will sincerely seek his gracious face For whom have I in Heaven but him alone And upon Earth there is not any one That in comparison of him I love My only trust is in my God above His strength and goodnesse nothing doth abate For whom he once loves he doth never hate He doth but frown upon me now awhile That afterwards he may more fully smile I 'me not forsaken though I be cast down My God will but awhile upon me frown I shall again be had in Reputation And be the Glory of the ENGLISH NATION Although my Friends are fled and run away And will not with me in my Troubles stay But SWALLOW-like away they fast do flie In my distress they will not me come nigh Though Friends do fail yet God I trust will never Because his mercies do endure for ever Ease me good Lord take off thy heavy hand These PLAGUES I am not able to withstand Consume me not O do not me destroy Instead of Grief I pray thee send me Joy Come come good God make haste do not delay To do me good I do thee humbly pray FINIS Poor CITY how thou dost thy Self bemoan How sadly dost thou sigh lament and groan If thou with Patience wilt a little Stay Vpon my Word I 'le wipe thy Tears away