shrinke though knowing this Thy wonderous power great mercies most infinite thy mercy is Yf mad'st the Rocke a water spring thy thirsty people to refresh Frō mine hard hearted foes can'st wring some comfort for my withered flesh Yf thou raind'st Manna from aboue meate by a Rauen thy saints to feede Thousands of men did feede with loue when their was little shew of bread Yf to thy people thou sendest Quailes in desert where all foode was scant And since thy goodnes neuer failes should I suppose that I should want ¶ The fift part of the ninth Lamentation COnfirme my faith for euermore that I most constantly belieue Thou can'st and wilt encrease my store and all good things thou wilt me giue All power belongeth vnto thee who can imagine or will say Thou can'st not in my neede helpe me or that thy loue is tane away Sith thou hast don such mighty things so freely for men in distresse Should not I fly with swiftest wings to thee in time of heauines But lo O Lord all things are thine the heauens are thine the earth also The Cattle Fowles the shrubs vine all things in heauen and earth belowe All things aboue all things beneath is thine who truely then can say Thou can'st not giue or them bequeath to whom thou wilt who can say nay Thou makest the corn to spring grow waterst th' earth with thy sweet showers Thou causest beasts with thankes to low with dewes thou water'st fragrāt flowers Since then thou art the Lord of all sith thou cōmaund'st do'st forbid The rich poore mak'st proud men fall that down can'st throvv raise at need Sith that thou tryest vvilt revvard sith thou dost vvhat shall please thy will And in what manner vvilt regard vvhom thou vvilt can'st saue or spill No liuing man commandeth thee not all the vvorld can thee controle O Lord I still vvill pray to thee for health of body and of soule Let it be thus O father deare for Christ his sake thy dearest sonne That dyed and rose my soule to cleare in all things Lord thy wil be done All glory to the Trinity to Father Sonne and holy Ghost Combind in holy vnity of power in might and glory most FINIS ⧠To God the Father WEll-spring of deity God God-head giuer who giu'st away yet kepest what was giuē A fountaine vndiminisht by thy riuer Riuer and fountaine both in fullnes euer Father by euerlasting generation Without precedence in paternity Whether it be of substance or relation For all things are togither in eternity Disclose the depth take frō my muse obscurity Thine hidden depth which makes my verse an oracle So shall I both attaine vnto thy purity And all that read my lines conceiue this miracle How God in getting of another yet Another not an other God did gett FINIS To God the Sonne GReat sonne of God but borne the sonne of man One subiect of a double substance fram'd wherein nor man-hood lost nor god-head wan But of thē both at once one Christ was nam'd Before all times begot in time created The Lord of Lords a seruant from retaining And yet no former forme thereby abated In seruāts forme the forme of God remaining Great sonn of God thē whō there is no greater No not the father in his great diuinitie As God creator and as aman a creature For more and lesse agree not in infinity Teach me to know how man by God assumed Ys both and yet not man by God consumed To God the holy Ghost O Spirit Diuine the cōmon knot whereby The father the sonne do loue together For sonne and father vniuersally Are loue though loue be proper vnto neither Thou that frō both Proceedest from none Vnequally but with the like authority As from one principall though from that one Principally yet without priority One all the first from two the last of three Sweete breath that ioyest euery pensiue heart Breathed from God O God breath into me Skill aboue skill and teach me how thou art The last of three and yet of three so cast As in them all is neither first nor last FINIS ¶ Diuers consolations that the life and time of affliction is short THe comfort that doth make vs bold is our afflictions transitory Cause wee of Christ do take sure hold the troubles short endlesse the glory Eye hath not seene eare hath not hard the ioyes that God for his elect In heauen already hath prepar'd though many troubles to effect Light are our troubles temporarie because Christ and his spirit diuine This waight and burthen helpe to carry and doth in yoake with vs conioyne We looke not on things seene vaine but on things vnseene cast our eie The blessed saints for Christ were slaine Christ answered when they did cry How long how long Lord wilt thou stay a little time though God doth lowre Stay till his wrath be past away t' is but a minute of an howre Christ calles the time of troubles little but Paule doth say the glori's great And in respect t' is but a tittle if 't be compar'd to heauens seate A while saith God I thee forsooke that is short time in misery But thee t'ernall mercy tooke that is to heauen's felicity I 'le feare no danger paine nor losse t' is but the twinckling of an eye I see the crowne I 'le beare the crosse for I shall liue eternally Good gratious God me patience send and then do send what send thou wilt Graunt me those ioyes that ne'r shall end for to that end Christ's bloud was spilt FINIS ⧠Of Death WHat 's death a seperation of mortall body frō our breath What 's that but a Cessation from cares and from a liuing death What 's that Cessation it t' is a sleepe by which we wholie are refreshed Yea but in sleepe who shall vs keepe he that blest all and is most blessed But who made death t'vvas made by sinne what is sin the lawes transgression Of that how should I vauntage win all sinne is weakned by confession But by death's dynt t' is ouercome and whence came sin frō hell beneath Whē wa'st first bred in mothers wombe when will it end not till our death This seemeth strange but this is true by nature sinne is hatcht in vs Old Adams rules till God renue why then I see the case stands thus As sinne goes in soe life goes out as sinne goes out so life comes in So by the Lord t' is brought about sinne conquers life Life conquers sinne Though life by sinne be still anoyde sinne of death by strength sting Yet Viprous sinne by death's destroy'd life killeth death whē death kill'th sin The death of body or of nature is that where to all subiect be Cause sinne hath tainted euery creature according vnto Gods decree When bodies life doth fade away and we giue vp our dying ghost And this our Corps is clad in clay and vnto God
our soules doth poast It is ordayned and decree'd that all men by necessitie Through that first Adams sinfull deede are subiect made the death to die To dye for sinne t' is due for sinne to dye in sinne a heauy case To dye to sinne is to beginne to leaue to sinne and liue to grace The death in sinne without repenting in affect effect and aspecting In thinking doing and frequenting and offred grace of God reiecting I wretched wofull execrable haue plague of God by sinne for sinne Of miseries most miserable to them that liue and die therein But he that dies before he dies when he is dead he is not dead But oldeage dies and he shall rise with glory from the graue his bed And he that 's toucht with conscience pricke whose sence of sin is sharpe quicke That man is sicke ere he is sicke and when he 's sicke he is not sicke I looke poore wretch on mine estate and others monish by mine harmes That was neere death but now of late by sinne inchaunted by her charmes Had I not dyed sure I had di'de oh happie Phenix liuing death Still let my flesh be mortified let my sp'rit breath by thy spirits breath Sweete Iesu thou didst die for me and in thy death with thee I di'de Oh liue in me and J in thee shall liue and euermore abide And wormes meate thou durt clay slime thy body kill thy soule to saue Quaile vild affections whil'st hast time that life by death through grace mai'st haue Shake hands with sinnes all offences and learne to dye before thou dye When bid'st adue vnto thy sences then shalt thou liue eternally The Cause of death THe cause of death is wicked sinne for out of sin our death did flowe From thence our plagues did all begin cut of this tree our ills did grow Hunger fire death and all created were for punishment And laid on man for Adams fall and was the cause of our torment God said to Adam Scripture saith what houre soeuer thou shalt eate Thou shalt be sure to die the death god made not death but death did threat Through enuy malice of the diuell into the world came this estate Sinnes entred with all actions euill by Adams fault not by our fate Two sortes of death frō death by sin proceed as effects from their cause The death of Nature doth begin death of grace next by Gods lawes ¶ Death of two sorts BY which we are made slaues for euer in darknes called death eternall From worme of conscience freed neuer depriu'd of all the ioyes supernall As by example euident two sorts of death approued well The Glutton rich being dead was sent his body buried quicke in hell And Lazarus poore beggar dead to Abrahams bosome caried is With Angells wings with glory spread where is true ioye and comforts blisse The one hath heauen the other hell the one hath blisse the other bale The one in heauen still must d well and th' other Diuells pull and hale He died with his conscience euill in death he saw his wickednes And his dampnations with the diuell as holy Scriptures doe expresse To the elect and faithful THis is the consolation great of the that in their death-beds lie Their mindes fly vp to th mercy seate and there for mercy loudly cry By Christ which death abollished and sinne that 's clensed by his bloud Whose merits pardon purchased for all our sinnes and death withstood To vs his goodnes is imputed to him the sinnes that we committed And we for righteous are reputed and all our sinnes they are remitted For he alone by death hath bought vs from power and paine of deuill hell merly he through loue hath brought vs with him in heauen to raigne d well That no afflictions giue vs griefe that Sathan should vs not destroy And giu'th to vs eternall life and filth our hearts with heauenly ioy He made vs free-men heires to God which captiue bondslaues were to hell Beate Sathan downe with iron Rod to place where dampned diuels dwell Eternall death could not preuaile gain'st him nor ouer him haue power christ strēgthned those whō sin did quaile his might the mighty did deuoure O're death o're sinne hidious hell he gaue vs life and victory T'all those that keepe his precepts well and them installes in endles glory For as by Adam all men dy'd for sinne and by iniquity In Christ shall all men be reuiu'd to liue with him eternally FINI Si ⧠Although the body die yet they shall liue THe Godly and iust people haue most cōfort though with paine griefe They suffer death lie in graue and seeme for saken sanz reliefe They are as sheep which men ordaine to death and slaughter to be put As silly guiltles Lambes are slaine when Butchers knife their throates doe cut For we which liue shall giuen bee to death for Iesus Christ his sake If they doe not dispaire in thee noe feare of death can cause thē quake But rest assured they shall passe through death to life eternally Who aske for mercy and for grace and vnto God for faith doe cry They suffer both his hand and Rod and when he strikes are patient They put their hope and trust in God who comforts thē with hearts content Their death is good of great price they also know through Christ his passiō Death 's ouer come in wond'rous wise and soe receaue they consolation If any touch't in latest paines of dierfull death this faith hould fast In mid'st of death his life attaines and shall haue lasting life at last The Christians surely doe belieue that whē they seeme to be most dead That then they most of all doe liue and soe with ioy lift vp their head FINIS The death of the Godly is a sleepe CHrist calls the death of godly men a sleep his owne a death why The Souldiers speare was made a Pen his bloud the Inke to write thereby Quietus est for Christians all and then the same to vs was sealed A sleepe he iustly may it call cause by his stripes our wounds were healed His was a death cause death was due in him died all he di'd for all Gods Iustice vs to death doth sue he pay'd it and repair'd the fall that we moight sleep he suffer'd pains that we mought laugh he oft did weepe His was the losse ours was the gaines thus did he change Death to a sleepe FINIS To whom they that die ought to commit their Spirit TO Christ did Stephen yeald vp his spirit for hee 's the way the truth life He purchast life by death and merrit the husbandes he the Church his wife He is that Noah his Church the doue that houldes his hand for to receaue vs He bids vs come to imbrace his loue we fly to him when all deceaue vs. The heauens earth the Lord commaundes to him all Creatures runne but wee None can vs take out of his
by Iesus side Confessing sinnes at his last time was in his suffering sanctifide To comfort him our Lord did say this day thy soule to heauen seal'd vp On Iacobs ladder heauens high way because thou tasts with me my cup. Then sinners all that him belieue repent their sinnes mend their life As mercy them shall sure releeue and so cut off their mortall strife The suffering Martiers testifie Christ and his Gospell he vs sent The law doth sinners scourge and try faith frees their paines if they repent Whē thou sufferest for right or wrong let steadfast faith in Christ remaine Such sufferings shall ere it be long the crowne of endlesse glory gaine No man therefore ought to dispaire Christ dyed for our redemption Him aduocate did God prepaire from sinne to cause exemption And thē he wil'd his word be preached to euery creature instantly And by his Gospell his grace reached cause he would haue no sinners die The health of all he doth desire calls all to him that burdned bee And to forgiue doth vs require and all to pray that troubled bee FINIS A disputation betweene the Diuell and vs. Man IF Sathan heape vp all thy sins addresse thy selfe to God on hie Fall thus to pray when he begins Lord turne thy face heare my cry The Diuell with strong inuasion suggesteth his temptation Guarde me from Sathan death hell the Feind on me his wrath doth wreake All ill temptations Lord repell defend my soule for it is weake Looke on the face of Christ thy Sonne consider Lord what he hath donne For Christ is mine and I am his mine is his iustice mine the gaines Lord turne thy face from mine amisse Christ bear'st my sins bore the paines Thou did'st me aske and I shall haue in faith therefore thy grace I craue Diuell God heares no sinners why do'st pray thy sinnes the sandes in number passe M. Christ blood hath washt my sins away and made me righteous as he was Christs merits shall me cloath abont God will not finde my vildenesse out D. Shalt thou the sincke of sinfullnes goe on with Peter and with Paule To euerlasting blessednes noe noe to Hell downe must thou fall I but in thought did him offend and he me dampned without end M. I with the theefe reach out my hand of faith to Christ his hand of grace He holdeth me that fearefull stand and drawes me vp to heauenly place Thou neuer canst be sau'd and why for men not Angels Christ did dy D. How hast thou this assured trust Which hast done nothing that is good M. Because though god be god most iust My debts are paid with Christ his blood My sinnes are all to Christ imputed And righteous I in him reputed D. Thou shalt be haled downe to hell M. my head 's in heauen ther 's no hel fire D. with vs in chaines paines shalt dwel M. Thou art a murderer and a lyer When head 's aboue who can be drown'd Christ is the head mine head is crown'd Thou art a damned fiend no iudge T' is thou set'st God man at warrs Thou art that enuious slaue do'st grudge That man should shine as do the starrs heauē enioy whence thou wert thrown Thy malice ould false fiend is knowne D. Legions of Diuells watch sinners soules M. but Angels pitch their tents about me God me protects thee controles Diuels are in chaines I need not doubt thee If thy power stretch not to a Swine How can'st thou hurt this soule of mine D. God is not iust if for thy euils He giues thee euerlasting life Thy balefull portion is with diuels Where thou shalt haue torture strife Endles mercles remediles Due for thy monstrous wickednes M. God's iust and doth his promise keepe From iustice to his mercie seate In Christ's name I appeale and creepe And so obtaine his mercie great And by his grace in largest scope By Christ I doe erect mine hope D. Thou feed'st thy selfe with hope in vaine M. Christ is the truth he cannot lye He saith his saints with him shall raigne And such a one by Christ am I Presumptious slaue my hope 's not vaine Cause Christ is heauen cheefest gaine D. Thou see'st what thou shalt leaue behind What thou shalt haue thou seest not M. Sathan auaunt thy faith is blind From the heauens blisse is far remote That may be seene with natures eies My soule doth scorne and I dispise D. y◠part'st hence loadē with misdeed And of good workes th' art naked bare M. Christ's works merrits stand in steed Of mine by faith are mine I dare By faith in him and true repentance Still hope for blisse and scape Gods vengance D. But thy repentance comes to late Againe thy God's the God of truth I must needs say he must thee hate Cause gainst mee all thy flower of youth Think'st now that he will take the bran No ti 's to late thou wicked man M. To late it was not for the theefe D. yea but the theefe his faith was true Thine is a wauering weake beliefe Hast no more faith then hath a Iewe Now what remaineth but deepe dispaire For God of thee will take no care M. I 'le fly to God I 'le him beseech To blow this little sparke of fire And he that is in mercy rich I know will graunt me my desire Faith pleaseth God by quallitie He cares not for the quantitie D. Do'st not thou see God hath in store In earth in hell and euery where Ten thousand thousand plagues more Which makes vs Diuels quake feare Yet art so sensles foolish dull To say thy God is mercifull M. He like a good Chirurgion Doth hurt to heale they are his launces That lett out our corruption And so saues vs from worse mischances Our plagues on earth saue vs from hell diuels wel may feare for there they dwel D. It is a wretched thing to dye M. To die in Chri'st a blessed thing D. A sinners death 's a misery M. By death is lost my sin deaths sting D. god hath made thy death most biter M. the ioyes of heauen will be the sweeter D. Thou leau'st this world go'st know'st not whither M. I leaue this Hellish place on earth Mine home is heauen I l'e goe thither My soule doth claime it by hir birth Heauen is my country there was bred My soule there is Christ mine head D. Thou leau'st cōmodities behinde And many great and pleasing things Thou many moe ill things maist finde that men to care sorrow brings M. Ther 's nought on earth that 's worth the buying For that 's in heauen is worth my dying D. Thou leaust thy riches thy store M. Thay'r other mens that I do leaue I beare mine with me and no more D. Therein thou do'st thy selfe deceaue Thy wife and Children do'st forsake M. They are y◠Lords he will them take D. It 's hard to be quite pluckt away From those thou
showne from him no secret kept can be How I consume so many yeares mispent so many monthes and daies Both houres and minutes all appeares to God who markes my life waies Time is the meane that all things tries time worketh what mens wits deuise Time with his swiftnes euer flies and time in time will make men wise Fly from me follies of my youth packe hence my sins that burdned me Welcome to me is age and trueth now I by faith in Christ will be whose sins do make their harts to bleed let them examples take by me Whose wickednes all mens exceede come come and my repentance see Lord now let me depart in peace I feele thy rod I finde thy loue My paines doe grow my ioyes encrease this mercie comes from thee aboue My sickenes is a present meane to heale and cure my wounds of sin Lord purge all my corruptions cleane and let my death my life begin FINIS The repentant complaineth of his horrid and grieuous sinnes and in the end giueth thankes vnto Iehouah on high who is distinguised into one God and three persons HIdden O Lord are my most horred sins vnto the world though open plaine to thee He neuer betters that no time begins corruption killeth all good thoughts in mee What sin doth dwell in this vild flesh of ours but doth encrease like monsters huge in me Cōmitting them both minutes daies houres as swift as Time so fast grow they in me Rent thine owne flesh teare thy wretched haires scrape clean corruptions marrow frō thy bones Put out thine eies cut of thy tongue stop eares lame all thy sences to kill sinne at once I faine would walke that know not how to creep I am opprest with such most hainous crimes Whē I should wake sin drowneth me with sleep for one good thought I sin a thousand times Sigh O my soule weepe sorrow lament and seeke for helpe if any hope be left Pray vnto Christ for grace thou mai'st repent before his merits from thee be bereft Though by his rod afflictions humble thee and for thy sinnes thou suffer grieuous paine Yet with his staffe he still vpholdeth thee from deep dispaire in blisse with him to raigne All glory be to God on high and to his sonne our sauiour wise and iust To whom with ioy still pray and sing will I and to my comforter the holy Ghost Whose being was from all eternity one deity distinct in persons three According to the blessed Trinity distinguish 't three yet one in vnity Finis ¶ The repentant wholy flyeth vnto the mercies of God in Christ and describeth the loath somnes vglines of his sinnes aggrauating the greatnes thereof aboue all other mens O Lord behould my miseries my paine and deadly griefe No helpe no hope but thy mercies to yeeld my soule reliefe I hate my selfe and loath my sinne my heart is rent with feare To thinke what state I haue liu'd in my wits with torments teare If sinnes seeme vgly vnto mee who did the same commit How loath some Lord shew they to thee that do'st in iudgement sit Whē others sins my minde haue vext and make me search mine owne My heart with horror is perplex't for my sinnes seedes so sowne By measure iust and true I finde no man that euer liu'd Hath sinn'd so much in heart and mind as I that am thus grieu'd If all mens faults were put in one and knowne were my offences T' weare no compaire to mine alone so vil'd in all pretences O cease to sing sigh and lament turne tunes to weeping teares And learne of Dauid to repent by faith to cure thy cares True faith in Christ Lord grant to me that now liue in dispaire From Sathans bondage set me free let Christs bloud cleanse me cleare Blot out of minde my cursed crimes and my misdoings all That dayly sinne so many times and hourely sinck and fall Thou bid'st thē come that loden are with burthen of their sinne And let thy spirit my spirit prepare that I may now begin At first to creepe and then to goe and so come to thy gate And then be cured of my woe O Lord t' is not to late Whil'st I liue let me liue to loue thee for now mine heart aboue There 's nought on earth to loue can moue me my life is with my loue Where thou doest sit on cherubins and Angels sing thy praise With holy holy Seraphines Lord let me liue alwaies FINIS The poore Suppliant being visited with a grieuous sicknes sheweth how he languisheth in all the corporall parts members of his body but especially with the torture of his conscience for sinne and at the last prayeth that God would take from him this heauie yoake of miseries O Lord giue eare to my complaint attend my teares heare my cry My sinnewes shrinck my limes do faint I languish in my malady My bones are broke my flesh gon quit my strength in euery part doth faile My thighes grow thin dim'd is my sight my leggs feete with weaknes quaile My tongue doth faulter in my head my spr'its faint my hands do shake With paine and ach I tosse in bed my vaines are stiffe mine hart doth ake My bodie is with griefe opprest noe place noe part is free from anguish I grieue and groane and take no rest I faint I swoune I fall I languish I liue but dying euery houre my glasse of time is almost run I sade away as doth a floure that withers with the heate of sunne I liue and die yet not with death I lingring liue yet dead with sinne Condemn'd to die yet draw my breath in such confusion liue I in As if all tortures due for sinne were euery minute laid on mee Horrors with-out and hell with-in and all thiese things thine eie doth see I charge not Heauen I blame not earth but of this one thing am assured That flesh and world the diuell my birth and faults not fates haue this procured Lord for thy building thou dost square mee with many a strong and sturdy stroake When thy will is O Lord do spare mee and take from me this heauie yoake FINIS A feruent prayer vnto God that the repentant may find fauour in Christ whose merits and satisfaction he offereth vnto thee O Lord as a pleasing ransome for his sinnes ATtend vnto my teares O Lord regard my woefull moane And seeke to saue mee by thy word or I am ouerthrowne For sinne doth so oppresse my minde that I am damn'd to hell Vnlesse by Christ I fauour finde whose woundes must make me well Cure thou my soule so sicke with sinne by merrits of thy sonne Marke not the state that I liue in but marke what he hath done Most perfect he though I be vild to please when I offend He sits with thee though I exild in glory to the end My
may also bee couered in Christ his righteousnes and then complaining that his prayers are not heard commendeth himselfe to God whose good pleasure he still attendeth in steadfast faith hope OVr fathers Lord were comforted steength'ned relieued blest Onely by grace and iustified as righteous men in Iesus Christ. Impute not sinne vnto my charge not for my merrit and desert Thou Lord art loue in loue inlardge all those that bee of contrite heart Thou Lord full of compassion and in thy mercies infinite Beare with my imperfection and let me in thy lawes delight Couer my sinnes as right'ous take me and right'ous shall I euer bee That right'ous am not right'ous make me in Christ O Lord cosider mee O Lord what can it profit thee mee to forsake or leaue in thrall As though thou did'st disualew mee my dayly cries and offerings all My troubles yet continue still I seeke thee and am yet denied Of earthly blessings do thy will thy name be alwaies glorified Wretch that I am what end shall be I still complaine I sigh and cry I cry and call yet heerest not me I still will seeke thee till I die Thou mai'st be found be as thou wilt Into thy hands I me commend Thou full of mercy I of guilt in faith and hope do still attend Finis ¶ The second Lamentation containeth Godly and deuout prayers for constancie in afflictions and to beare malicious slaunders patiently ⧠The first part of the second lamentation ¶ The repentant sheweth that his miseries and troubles increase dayly and therefore his aduersarie that iudge with a carnall cie say that God hath for saken him but he replieth to them that God alwaies chastiseth them whom he loueth and doth but correct his children as a louing father doth for the amendment and bettering of their life O Lord how doe my woes encrease how many are my miseries My troubles rise and neuer cease men iudge thou wilt not heare my cries They say thou wilt me quite forsake that ther 's no helpe for me in thee But Lord they are but such that make their sensure with a carnall eye And do not spiritually discerne thy secret purpose and intents Correcting thē whō thou would'st learne to know thy law cōmaundements Chastizing them whom thou do'st loue and scourging them oft with thy rod that thou their harts minds maist moue to feare and serue thee mightie God The wicked outward meanes preferre worldly helps at neede they muster And not to God themselues referre nor comfort take from heauenly lustre Who workes by meanes his sacred will and without meanes brings to effect And against meanes can saue or kill for those him serue his true elect Therefore let not their mallice moue nor yet their taunts dismay my mind I will hould fast by God aboue whose promise iust true I find I striue thy statutes Lord to keepe what thou cōmaund'st I will performe Direct me right to thee I creepe O Lord doe thou my life reforme Defend me Lord from their dispight that watch to catch me in their snare And to intrap me day and night with nettes and ginnes er'e I be ware And scoffe me basely with reproach with shamefull scandalls and disgrace With thy protection Lord approach and let thy mercy me imbrace Let not me come within the reach of their inuentions and deuice whose facts are foule they faire in speach and by base flattery me entice Nor such as lie in waite for me obtaine their wish who doe desire Fit time and oportunitie to worke the euill as they conspire FINIS ⧠The second part of the second lamentation ¶ The repentant prayeth that God would direct him in the right path that so he may grow from grace to grace and from vertue to vertue he also confesseth that his sinnes deserue very sharpe punishments and yet desireth that the Lord would spare him in his mercy O Let me treade in the right path walke frō faith to faith in loue Obserue thy lawes and shun thy wrath and forward to all vertue moue And let my conscience witnes beare of my saith and integritie Let all men see the christall cleare and pure heart of conformitie Though I good father cannot liue free from all sinne and all offence And some take cause though I none giue yet keepe thou cleare my conscience Shall I deserue still as I doe mens iust reprouffes though in discretiō And that against my meaning too and suffer carnall mens oppression That breake forth into bitternes against me that am weake and lame And vomit out their filthines that thou hast don they count my shame And take it as an argument that I am in deiection And thinke it is thy full intent to keepe me from protection Indeed O Lord I must confesse my sinnes deserue sharpe punishment Worthy of more and not of lesse then all the plagues on me hast sent I more should tast then I can beare or able them for to endure Thy mercies yet they doe me spare and make me cleane that am impure But in my weakenes of mine hauiour I this haue done which caus'd me fall And therefore trust in Christ my sauiour his pretious bloud hath paid for all Depending on thy mighty power to saue keepe and deliuer me Least miseries doe me deuour and enemies my sorrowes see And take occasion to pursue pretending to my soule no good Inuettred hatred they renue to eate my flesh drinke my bloud ¶ The third part of the second lamentation ¶ The poore suppliant complaineth that God doth refuse to assist and helpe him and hideth his face from him to his seemming Neuertheles he continueth importunate and will not be denied as pleading the merits and mediation of Christ in whom God the father is well pleased O Lord consider my great moanes preuēt the dangers cōming nigh me My heart is rent with grieues groanes I fly to thee O Lord stand by mee Why standest thou a loofe a lasse seem'st not my troubles to regard Why turnst thou Lord away thy face mine heart doth hope for some reward Why hidest thou thy selfe me fro when troubles are so much abounding As though thou lord did'st me not know thy darts are always mine hart wounding There is no helpe for me in thee they say thou nothing do'st respect me I ne'rethelesse will come to thee in Christ his name wilt not reiect me The rather therefore me relieue that righteous men may well perceiue Thou ready art thine ayde to giue and their desires wilt not deceiue And not to faint when they are tride with like affections any waies But shall with patient minde abide thy will and giue thy name the praise The dullest hearts thou dost prepare to call on thee and thou againe Do'st heare their cries them do'st spare and easest them
side ¶ When thou seest thou art forsaken of God LOrd why doest thou depart away and turn'st thy face out of my sight Oh let thy comfort with me stay for now O Lord it waxeth night O let my soule not be dismaide to the O Lord I cry for ayde ¶ Against Detractours SAue me O Lord for righteous men and truth begin to faile There is no truth in tongue nor pen detractions now so much preuaile Confound the tongue and lipps of those who to deceipt themselues dispose ¶ For our enemies LAy not their sinne vnto their charge alas they know not what they doe But of thy mercies them inlarge free them from sinne and Sathan too Open their eies that they may see and so repent their iniurie ¶ If Corrupt flesh prouoke thee LOrd pearce my flesh with thy true feare subdue my wicked vilde desire I know thy iudgements are seuere in me Lord quench lusts burning fire Which sinne God graunt all may abhore which is the cause of many more ¶ If labour tyre thee BEhold Lord my humillity and eke my labour doe respect Forgiue my faults continually wherein my duty I neglect Let neither time nor labour tyre my thoughts to serue thee with desire FINIS ¶ The penitent prayeth for the Testimonie of a good Conscience LOoke down O Lord on me poore man In thee I liue I moue and am O cleare my soule and conscience That I in thee my peace may finde Rest to my heart ioy to my minde freed my sinne and mine offence Let me not stretch my conscience But trust vnto thy prouidence nor by deceipt or guile get gaine Ill gotten goods let me restore And of mine owne giue to the poore as thou my portion shalt maintaine From conscience that shall erre amisse Out of the way of heaueuly blisse and hath not warrant from thy word From all the pathes Hereticall From all the waies Scismaticall Restraine refraine my feete O Lord. From conscience strict and full of nicenesse And ouer curious much precizenesse represse mine heart my soule and minde And with traditions new inuented That are not with thy word indented let not my actions be inclinde A wounded conscience who can beare T is full of horror dread and feare it is an endles perturbation A witnes torture Iudge and Gaile It makes our faith and hope to faile and lead'th to desperation A conscience wicked and peruerse That none but great sinnes can it pearse and mightie mountaines mole-hills makes It hindreth our Saluation It furthereth Obduration and sence of sinne it from vs takes Of each good guift Lord thou art giuer From all ill conscience me deliuer and euer and euermore preserue me Then I in quietnes and rest As one of thine whom thou hast blest for euer euermore will serue thee FINIS ¶ A heauenly Himme of the ioyes Celestiall O Lord that art my propugnacle I looke vnto thy Tabernacle where doth thy wondrous glory dwell By th' eye of faith I doe beholde Such ioyes as noe tongue can vnfolde scarse holy Angells can it tell I see the downefall of my foes The glory of thy Saints and those sweete quiers of Angells shning bright Me thinkes I see thy Maiestie Thine honour and high dignitie allclad in Radient beames of light O how I long for to imbrace The benigne kindnes of thy grace that reall rich possession Which thou by Charter of thy word Dost giue to them that feare the Lord and thereof make prosession I meane that high Ierusalem The Cittie dwelling for all them that shall in endles glory raigne The Cittie of that holy one Hath Walls vprear'd of pretious stone of Pearle the gates there 's nothing vaine The Temple thou the Lambe the light Noe Sunne by day nor Moone by night neede there to shine there is no iarre But all is peace all well there do Yet subiect vassalls there vnto all Monarks Kings and Princes are Possessions none impeachment haue Lordshipps noe care noe worldly slaue can take away my right from me Loue without iealousie is there Ther 's noe distraction ther 's noe feare ther 's noe corrupted state can be Good shall we be not persecuted Noble and not as proud reputed rich and not rob'd nor flattered For to enioy we shal be sured For to retaiue we are secured Heauens walls cannot be battered Take thou the troubles Lord from mine heart To me these ioyes of ioyes impart and me vnto this Cittie bring That I with all hearts enargies In heauens most blessed hierarchies may Alleluia to thee sing FINIS ¶ A prayer for a good Conscience TO him I le sing my songs and himmes That rideth on the Cherubimes and heauens doth like a Courtaine spread My Madrigalls and roundelayes Shall be my makers name to praise whose mercie doth vphold my head I lust not drinke of Hellicon To Poets that I leaue alone they climbe that high Parnasous mountaine I will assend to Sions hill I long haue longd to drinke my fill of blessed Israells sacred fountaine Faith hope and loue shal be my proppes In steede of Aganipes droppes on me God powre down showers of graces His holy word and spirit Diuine In stead of all the Muses nine my heart my soule and minde imbraces I seeke not grace from graces three But begge grace of the Trinity early at Morne at Noone and Night I scorne a Sycophants applaudings I hate a flatterers base collaudings I way not blacke mouth'd Momus spight Great God that know'st each secret part To thee I offer hand and heart and waite to doe thy gratious will And thee beseech for Christ his sake My meaning well for deed to take my heart for Art cunning skill How wise and good is God by this Each man may see that euery misse in vs and euery thought and word Both good and bad by conscience And power of his spirit influence is Regestered and of Record Iut all our actions hit doth pry Accust'h or excust'h by and by and as a thousand witnesses Will speake before the iudge the truth Of all thinges done in age and youth of iustice and all wickednesse If conscience to Hell doth runne The same to vs shall sure be done we shall goe to for company What thousands say we neede not care Doe what they will doe what they dare if conscience doe not test fie A conscience good doth make vs blest T' is chearefull a continewall feast a Paradice of passing pleasure The Temple of the holy Ghost This makes the blessed Martyres boast and is the Christian treasure A conscience good let 's striue to keepe For though some-times it seemes to sleepe at iudgement t' will awake And in a booke all shall lie open Before the iudge what 's done or spoken when we accompt must make FINIS ¶ The penitent proueth that sinne is not of God but of the diuell and our selues CVrious discourse religious rod Sinnes not in God then not from God what 's not from him is not his deede