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A08535
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The blessed publicane Briefly shewing foorth the happy estate of humble repentant sinners. Written by John Orphinstraunge.
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Orphinstraunge, John.
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1625-1630
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STC 18854; ESTC S103532
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THE BLESSED PVBLICANE Briefly shewing foorth the happy estate of humble repentant Sinners Written by John Orphinstraunge PRVDENTIA Imprinted at London by T.C. For Iohn Orphinstraunge TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE SIR IVLIVS CAESAR One of his M ties most Honorable Priuie Councell Together with the Right Worshipfull the Doctors of the Ciuill Lawes and the Masters of the Honorable Court of Chancerie Right Honourable c. IT may be esteemed folly in me if I should ouer-boldly presse into your Honors studies with a few lowly Inuocations or the safe Rule to Coelestiall Repentance which is the onely scope of this small Treatise if I had not some likelihood of your fauourable and worthy acceptance two reasons inciting me herevnto First for that it is compacted and fastned together by the Author who before he knew the world yea before was depriued by death of a great Losse being made fatherles of such a Father whose power was eminent in the Ciuill Lawes and Courts of Chancerie before his child-birth by the which losse who knoweth not the miseries that such occasions inuite miserable people vnto The Prophet Dauid herein is a perfit forme for such as truely repent in the 37. Psalme the 25. verse saying J haue beene young and now am old and yet saw I neuer the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging their bread The other reason is because whosoeuer he be that doth truery read it first the efficacie and pith of the words secondly he paines of the poore Author in digesting and framing the same thirdly the profit and benefit of them whose zeale thirst after eternal felicitie And thus desiring your friendly acceptance of my poore endeuors I humbly and in all bounden dutie rest Your Honors and Worships to the vttmost of his power I. Orphinstrange The humble and lowly Inuocation to GOD the FATHER GReat God of wisedom earth men waters framing Giuer of light of life of breath and beeing Glorious Iehouah at whose mightie naming All creatures rest thy selfe all creatures seeing Melchizedeks God him King of peace annointing Noahs Deliuerer by thy sole power appointing Lots blessed Sauer from the fyred Citie God of all mercy grace trueth and endelesse pitie Father of Abraham and his Familie Righter of Iacobs bound calamitie Keeper of Ioseph from his brethrens rage Sauer of Moses in his infant age Guyder of Iosuah in the promised land Scater of Dauid with thy out stretch't hand Direct thy seruant whose poore pen assayes To adde one mite to thy e're-lasting prayse An humble and lowly Inuocation to GOD the Sonne SOnne of the Blessed blessed euer-liuing Sunne-shine of Glory and our good thoughts gracing Store-house of treasure righteous euer-giuing To vs thy mercie and our soules chiefe placing The Port the Hauen for all men distressed Thou free deliuerer of all poore oppressed Thou Paschall Lambe thou Ensigne of the iust Thou Fort of glory thou surest hold of trust Thou true Messias searcher of all hearts Thou Giuer Granter Gracer of all Arts. Direct thy seruant whose poore pen assayes To adde one mite to thy e'relasting praise An humble and lowly Inuocation to GOD the Holy Ghost GRacious true God-head and Immortall Spirit The light of goodnesse and the path to life The rich Ierusalem true heauenly merit Hater of Folly and the scourge of strife Ruler of Sapience councell of the Wise The blessed step whereby our soules doe rise The glasse of knowledge and the prop of blisse All onely glory which all glory is Inspire thy seruant whose poore pen assayes To adde one mite to thy e'relasting praise THE BLESSED PVBLICANE IS there on Earth ought worthy estimation That sinfull man should couet for to liue Is it an outward signe deserues saluation Or he be prais'd which with vain hands doth giue Then should the Pharisee haue won the praise And beene a Light vnto our rich-mens dayes Hee humbly kneel'd and did deuoutly pray Whom our sweet Sauiour so much esteem'd He gain'd the Glory of that Sun-shine day That prai'd the lest yet was the most redeem'd He won the bayes him Christ did iustifie That growning beg'd in his extremitie Downe is he couch't within that Sacred bower Where Christ our Sauiour sees his poore distresse His contrite heart giues not his head the power To looke to heauen from whence comes all redresse His hands are vp and LORD he first begins To knocke his brest for his o're-swelling sinnes A Sea of teares from foorth his eyes proceed And inwardly his heart to heauen ascendeth His grieued soule doth on Ambrosia feed And euer faint the Publican descended Be mercifull he cries O wonders merrour That cryes for mercie being clogd with terrour BE is the next this wreched sinner speaketh Which word doth shew a perfit confidence He is espi'd of him he weeping seeketh Who cheers his heart and pardons his offence And notes the manner of his humble kneeling Adding more courage to his Christian feeling Forward he goeth vnto mercies Seat Arm'd with the resolution of his heart Seeking for mercy though his sines be great To mitigate the rigour of his smart BE MERCIFVLL he cryes and pardon me Who humbly begs this mercies gift of thee He calles to minde the follies of his youth His foule transgressions and his false reports His great neglecting of diuinest Truth Not reading that which vnto good exhorts His gluttony his sinne yclyped shame His vile oppression losse of Christian fame He thinkes vpon his drunken exercise His periur'd swearing and his hatefull pride These fond misdoings come before his eyes Making him begge for mercies sacred Giude Flying the folly of his former sinne With humble prayers mercies gift to winne And as a childe that see 's the Fathers rod Held vp as instance of his Fathers ire Strait cryes for mercie at the hands of God And of his Father pardon doth desire So this poore wretch drengh't in a Sea of griefe Humbly begs mercie for his best reliefe Vnto me LORD BE MERCIFVLL he cryes That of all men offended haue thee most Receiue thy seruant and doe not despise Me wretched creature Sea-wrack't on thy Coast Mercie great LORD in such extremes are sweet As ayds poore soules in a distressed fleet For had I not too much offended thee My true contrition would not vrge me so Nor could my stubborn heart contented be Thus humbly for thy mercyes gift to goe But God of mercie thou hast me transformed And with thy mercy let me be adorned TO ME A SINNER that 's my hainous cryme A wrâ—tched man in misâ—rable plight Continuing so all my vncertaine time Shuning clâ—aâ—edâ—y still walking in darke night Fast lock't in bondage and in Sathans chaine Till thy sweet mercie set me free againe Long haue I SINNER runne a desperate course In which my folly wounded my poore soule Like to a mischiefe euer worse and worse Which spreads farre greater seeming moostrous foule And I foule monster now doe humbly pray Thy mercyes gift to wash my sinnes away So shall my substance