Maiestie such is y e nature of my corruption as giues me no other expectation whiles I looke vpoÌ„ mine owne desert but when againe with the humble eye of a penitent heart I beholde the bleeding wounds of the blessed bodie of thy dearely beloued sonne Iesus Christ and see in his merite a present helpe for all my hurte in his death my life and in his loue my eternall consolation how can I despaire of one droppe of comfort where I see a fountaine of so much grace as quencheth y e thirst of all y t come vnto it ioyeth y e harts of all that taste of it and reuiueth the soules of all that drinke of it No my deare Lord in him alone I humbly beseech thee looke vpon mee in his woundes let me hide me till in his merite thy mercie heale mee I dare not speake to thee let him onely speake for me beholde his goodnesse and not my wickednesse looke on him that hath pleased thee and for his sake forget mee that haue offended thee it is I that haue deserued death for my sinnes but it is he that hath dyed for theÌ„ and since hee hath satisfied thy iustice in him let mee begge mercy mercy good Lord Lord of all mercy be merciful vnto me in Christ his passion forgiue mee in his loue looke vpon me let his bloode wash mee cleane from my sins and his kindnesse be a Mediatour for my comfort that being by him redeemed to thy seruice I may in his loue liue to thy glorie and in the comfort of thy holy spirite in the blessing of his merit and ioy of thy mercie I may sing to thy holie Maiestie the eternall Halleluiah Amen O Blessed Lord father of all goodnesse mercie who seest the very thoughts of men before they be effected and knowest the world before it was created O incomprehensible GOD whose vnsearchable wisdome is vnspeakeable in all goodnesse who hast made the heauens for thy beloued and beholdest on earth the teares of thy afflicted who onely canst doe all things at thy good pleasure art plesed in nothing but goodnes sweete Lord y t hast mercy ouer al thy works and art the onelie worker of all mercie who hast commaunded al to come vnto thee hearest all that cry vnto thee and helpest all that trust in thee deare god among the humble heartes of those peniteÌ„t soules that with the teares of true repentance in the faith of thy sonnes merit fly onely to thy sacred mercy I most humbly beseech thee vouchsafe thy gratious eare to y e grieuous complainte of my tormented spirit oh Lord that hast enlightened my soule w t the shining beames of thy grace that hath taken awaie the scales from mine eyes that would not let mee see the heauen of thy holy loue hast in the pretious blood of thy deare beloued sonne Iesus cleansed mee from my sinnes and in the sweetenes of thy loue giuen me a taste of thy selfe hast reformed my soule to thy seruice anewe moulded my minde to thy mercy sweete Lord I humbly beseech thee let not all this good be lost in me that thou hast done for me giue mee not ouer to my selfe that sinne doe not ouercome me but keepe mee so vnder thy winges that no wicked spirit may haue power ouer mee Thou knowest my teÌ„ptations oh deliuer me from them rebuke those wicked spirits that I may be ridde of them and confound their illusions that I be not deceiued by them O Lord coÌ„sider my miseries I am a wretched sinner dust and ashes fâ—â— of nothing but corruptioÌ„ weaknes iniquity thou art a glorious God spirit life creator of al coÌ„fort only ful of al power goodnes glory sweet Lord therfore in thy pitty looke vpon me make me strong in thee y t am weak in my selfe wise in thee y t am foolish in my selfe holy in thee y t am wicked in my selfe be merciful vnto me helpe mee plague theÌ„ y t seeke y e hurt of mysoule confound them y t seeke to drawe me from thy loue From the loue of this worlde from the delight of sinne and from the assaults of the diuell good Lord deliuer mee from presumptuous sinnes and despaire of thy mercy sweete Iesu preserue mee Hate me not for my sinnes but pittie mee for thy selfe oh saue me for I am thy seruant beholde the sorrowes of my soule I haue roared for the very disquiet of my heart oh blesse mee with the peace of thy holie spirite that I may sing to the glory of thy mercy Amen O Blessed God father of all power mercy comfort whose graces are infinite and whose glory is vnspeakeable O God of all goodnesse who canst not be but good whose goodnesse is almighty whose power is ful of mercy sweet Lord that seest the misery of man without the comfort of thy grace the weakenes of man without y e assistance of thy holy spirit and the sorrowe of man without the ioy of thy loue let not the burthen of sinne lie so heauie vpon the wounded conscience of thy wretched creature that harty praiers may obtain no hearing true repentance may gaine no comfort nor bitter teares moue any compassion let not the wicked fiend so hauÌ„t y e soule of a sinner y t he haue no thought of thy grace let not the cares of this world y e feare of death the sorrow of sinne nor the suggestion of the diuell driue him into despaire of thy mercy looke on him whome thou hast made hear him whom thou hast called and saue him whom thou hast redeemed heale the heart that is wounded and comforte the soule that is full of sorrowe in thy power fight for mee against the enemy that doth assault my soule in thy goodnesse cure me of thei ll wherwith he hath infected mee and in thy mercie defende mee from the temptations wherewith hee seeketh to destroy mee Thou art my life oh let mee liue in thee thou art my loue let me neuer be from thee thou art my Lord let me liue but to thee thou art my God oh let mee euer be with thee I haue sinned and woe is mee but I am sory well is mee for in the sorrowe of my sinne is my hope of thy mercie and in the hope of thy mercie is the ioy of my soule Thou biddest mee repent and I shall haue mercie aske and I shall haue knocke and it shall be opened vnto mee O my deare God with the deepe sighes of vnfained sorrowe and the true teares of my hearts repentance haue I knocked at the gates of thy gratious mercie begging an almes from y e hand of thy blessed bountie one crumme of comfort from the table of thy mercie one looke of pittie from the eye of thy loue one droppe of thy bloode to cleanse mee from my sinnes one droppe of thy grace to feede the lampe of my loue and one looke of thy loue to make me liue for euer Sweete Iesu
shall ope and bodies rise And hell shall shake and fiendes shall roare And soules ascende vnto the skies To sing thy glory euermore And oh that that sweete time were come That Saints and Aungels might accord While earth and hell are striken dumbe To sing thine onely glory Lord. For here alas While here wee liue Or rather die by hurt of sinne The pleasures that The world doth giue Doe but the way to hell beginne Where by abundance growes excesse And so forgetfulnesse of grace Or else by want so great distresse As brings the soule in desperate case Which while the heart tormented stands In helpelesse cares calamitie Helde all too harde in sorrowes hands Doth long to be at libertie That by the blessing of thy grace Deliuered from this earthly hell It may beholde thy blessed face Where all contentments euer dwell For truely loue in only thee Doth liue all comfort ioy and blisse And where thou art not what can bee But shewes what shame and sorrowe is And since in thee doth only liue The ground of the eternall good And thou alone canst only giue The faithfull soule her heauenly foode Vouchsafe me leaue to thee to cry Oh let my teares thy mercie moue Who for thy loue would gladly die Come liue with mee and be my loue But I am vile and foule and blacke Vnworthy obiect for thine eyes Yea worthy to be beaten backe Euen from the blessing of the skies But thou canst make mee white as snowe By one pure droppe of thy deare sonne And being purified so Thou wilt forget what I haue done Had I a heauen to entertaine Thy holy presence it were thine But thou a king and I a swaine Take pittie on this loue of mine Thy greatnesse was in goodnesse such As did the poorest loue embrace And is not thy worde true in tutch That humble loue gets heauenly grace Wherefore on knees of humble heart Let mee thy gratious mercie moue Put all my sinfull shame apart And liue with mee and be my loue For thou art wise though I am fond And thou canst make mee wise in thee And thou art free though I am bond And thou alone canst make me free Thou art all good and I so ill I know not how to come to thee But worke mee wholly to thy will Then be my loue and liue with mee IN sorrowes deepe my spirit all appalde Seing the worlde an only sinke of sinne Vnto the Lord of heauen for mercy cald And in her teares did thus her suit beginne If euer Lord a poore repentant wretch Whose bleeding heart can hardly speake for grief But from his soule those sobbing sighes doth fetch That may in silence sue for thy reliefe My gratious Lord and euerlasting God In pittie looke a little on my paine Beholde my faith forbe are thy heauie rodde And let thy mercie heale my soule againe I must confesse I haue offended sore That gratious will and glorious loue of thine I see my sinnes are euermore before This wretched soule and wicked eyes of mine Nor day nor night my spirit taketh rest For feare of thy too much deseru'd displeasure Such bitter sorrowes boyle within my breast As prooue my torments haue no little measure But Lord that seest how I am wo begon me The deadly hurt wherin my hart doth dwel In thy sweete mercy once but looke vpon mee Say but thou art my helpe and I am well WHen that I felt my soule with sorrow sokē My wofull minde with miseries opprest My pining heart with bitter passions broken And euery way my spirit all distressed Vpon my knees vnto my God I went And in my teares I told him of my griefe And with a heart almost in peeces rent Repentance sued to pittie for reliefe When to his eares my praiers did ascende And from his holy hill his mercie heard me And to my soule such comfort did descend That I did see that mercy did regard mee For I did finde how hope bad feare depart My heartie sorrowe had obtained grace And I did feele such comfort in my heart That sodaine ioy was set in sorrowes place When God he knowes that with no little ioy My soule was rauisht with his sacred loue That bad my heart abandon all annoy I should in heauen a sweter comfort proue Oh God sweete God more sweet then can be thought When hope is least that giues thy comfort most Whose mercie hath so with thy iustice wrought As will not see thy faithfull seruants lost Among thy Saintes and Angels that does it About thy throne to glorifie thy name Vouchsafe me grace to say Amen to it Although vnworthy once to heare the same FINIS
seeme not deafe to me who hearest all that cry vnto thee but open the gates of thy mercie and let in the soule of thy vnworthy seruant that being rauished with the ioy of thy presēcc I may sing aloude to thy glory Amen O Most mercifull God the fountaine of all goodnesse and glorie of mercie who seest y e ioyes of the soule that is touched w t the finger of thy loue and knowest the sorrowes of the heart that languisheth in the griefe of thy displeasure I humbly beseech thee haue mercy vpon the afflicted spirite of thy poore vnworthy creature who sometime is rauished with the admiration of thy goodnesse but no sooner falleth from the hande of thy mercie but is readie through the illusion of sinne to drowne in the sea of iniquitie where how deepe are the sorrowes of the repentant let thy seruant Peter be a witnesse But what is a plant that hath no earth to growe in What is a fish that hath no water to swimme in what is the heart that hath no loue to liue in and what is the soule that hath not thy spirite to ioy in Oh when thy seruant Peter was rauished in the sweetenesse of his ioy he forgat y e greatnesse of thy goodnesse when presuming of his owne power he remembred not the gift of thy grace who then saide hee would die for thy loue but shortly after denyed thee thy loue in the feeling time of thy loue death was sweete to his imagination but in y e withdrawing time of thy mercy life was sweet to his corruption in y e ioyfull time of thy loue hee was like a plant y t florished by the river side who in the groūd of thy grace did prosper w t the deaw of thy mercy but no sooner fell from the blessing of thy holy spirit but he was like a blasted stock y t loosing his sap was ready to be cut down cast into y e ster but sweete Lord thou didst tel him his folly correct him for his fault thou shewedst him his weak nesse and thou gauest him strēgth he loued thee thou knewst it yet he forgot thee and thou sawest it but how sweetly didst thou deale w t him Thou didst loue him euer didst leaue him but for a while Thou keptst sap in y e roote that made the tree to flourish and to bringe forth much fruite yea to him who had thrust himselfe out of Paradise thou gauest the keies of heauen gates Howe greate then is thy goodnesse that forgiuing offences wilt ioy the hearte with such gladnesse Sweete Christ thou sawest his sorrow with his sinne and setting the one against the other diddest cure him of both his words were heinous in denying of thee but his teares were bitter that hee shedde for thee when thy hande of mercie wiping away y t one would not let thee looke on the other Such was thy regarde of his loue as put his sinnes out of thy remembrance O sweete Iesu is thy mercie closed vp into so narrowe a compasse that only Peter hath the benefit of thy blessing No my dear loue I know thou art almighty all good all glo rious thy mercie is ouer all thy workes and I am one of them whom thou hast made thou camest to call sinners to repentance and with confession of mine vnrighteousnesse I cry vnto thee for mercy thine eares are open vnto all and therefore I know thou wilt heare me thine eyes beholde all things therefore I know with my sins my sorrowes are not hid from thee thou art good to all that trust in thee and therefore my hope is onely in thee but where Peter denied thee once I haue denyed thee too often where he repēted in tears I haue continued in sins he therfore obtained mercy I haue deserued punishmēt but yet at what time soeuer a sinner repēteth him of his from the bottom of his hart thou hast promised sweete Lord that thou wilt put all his wickednesse out of thy remembrance thy promise is trueth thy truthe can not faile and therefore in the faith of thy trueth w t the teares of sorrowe I fly to the comfort of thy mercy I dare not boast of my loue my soule hath beene so blotted with iniquitie but cry in the sorrowe of my sinne O lord thinke vpon mee in thy mercie and though I be not Peter yet be thou Christ. I come not to him to be let in at thy gates but cry vnto thee for the comfort of thy mercie most humbly beseeching thee to forgiue me my wickednesse and to inspire mee with thy goodnesse that if I slide yet I may not greatly fall but in the feeling of thy mercie I may lay downe my life in thy loue and in the comfort of such grace giue thee wholly y e glory let no cocke crowe at my deniall of thee but the Angels reioyce at my confession of thee yea let my soule be so rauished with the loue of thee that I may ioy in nothinge but thee and in the ioyfull ioy of my soule sing to thee the onely true due and eternall Halleluiah Amen BLessed Lord and Lord of al blessednesse father of all mercy and God of all goodnesse who out of the aboundance of thy heauenly store dost enrich the soules of thy belooued seruantes and sufferest none to perish that put their trust in thy mercie looke I humbly beseech thee vpon the miserable neede of my distressed soule which pining thoroughe the wante of thy grace cryeth vnto the glorie of thy pitty Merciful Lord be mercifull vnto me the sorrowes of my hart are enlarged oh bring thou me out of my troubles many are the sorrowes that I endure but most in the cold feeling of thy comfort for when I faine would seeke after thee the cares of this worlde the corruption of the flesh and the illusions of the diuell are readie to drawe mee from thee in thy word I haue beene vnfaithfull for thy blessings vnthankefull and if thy seruice vndutifull if thou correct me I am vnpatient if thou forbeare me I am vngratious and in thou entreate mee I am vnkinde Thus euery way wo is me I am so full of iniqnitie that goodnesse hath almost no place in me sinne hath taken such holde vpon mee that despaire hath almost possest mee but yet sweete Lord if thou but touch y e heart al the bodie wil haue health and if it please thee to comfort the soule how can the heart be agrieued O deare God at thy rebuke the windes were downe the waues were calme the ship was safe and thy disciples were ioyfull at the touch of thy finger the blinde receiued their sight and at the sounde of thy voice a legion of diuels ranne away O Lord all power is in thy will and all glorie is in thy mercie in thy glorious mercie therefore I humbly beseech thee looke vpon me deliuer me from y e troubles that in the depth of sorrow
seeke the drowning of my soule touch the eyes of my heart with the finger of thy mercie that beholding the glorie of thy goodnesse it may humble it selfe to thy seruice and driue from mee all those wicked Spirites that doe hourely torment mee with temptations O Lord thou knowest my heart hast seene my soule in aduersities thou hast euer been my comfort in my troubles oh leaue mee not to the will of mine aduersaries O deare God thou hast created mee for thy selfe and wilt thou not knowe mee in thy selfe Thou hast redeemed me by thy selfe and wilt thou put mee from thy selfe yea thou hast comforted me with thy selfe and wilt thou not take mee to thy selfe yes my sweete Lord though sinne hath woūded mee thy mercie can heale mee and thy word doth assure mee that thou wilt haue mercie vpon mee thy blood is not so dry but thou hast one droppe for my comfort Thou art the good sheepeheard that wilt loose none of thy flocke and thou art alwaies with mee for thy right hand doth vphold me great are my troubles but thou canst deliuer me out of al yea in the midst of my calamities thy rod and thy staffe doe comfort mee Sweete Lord therefore beholde my confession and accept my submission forgiue mee my sinnes and comfort mee with thy graces strengthen my faith and blesse my beliefe in thee humble my soule in thy mercie and let mee not bee vndutifull in thy seruice make me thankefull in the labour of my loue vnto the mercie of thy holie Maiestie giue mee patience in thy correction repentance in thy forbearāce and true ioy but in thy loue so being wholly wrought vnto thee longing euer for thee and ioying onely in thee I may most ioyfully sing with thy seruant Dauid The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance Goe the worlde to whom̄e it will my soule ioy thou onely in the Lord knowing that hee hath giuen himselfe to the crosse for thy comfort him onely loue him onely serue and to him onely giue all glory worlde without end Amen BE mercifull vnto mee O God be merciful vnto me for man goeth about to deuoure me he is dailie fighting and troubling me so many are the occasions of euill that drawe mee from thee that I knowe not almost how to come to thee yet sweete Lord though I am fearefull of thy displeasure I despaire not of thy mercie for though thou awest thy children yet dost thou not terrifie thy seruants whom once thou hast chosen they can neuer be forsaken for thou art the comfort of the afflicted and the ioy of thy sorrowfull and therefore in the sorrowe of my soule doe I flie onelie to thee to thy mercy for my cōfort thou cleansest their eyes y t wold cānot see thee thou openest their ears y t would can not heare thee yea thou strēgthenest their faith y t cōfes their vnbelief vnto thee O lord therfore of thy goodnesse cleare my blindnes y t haue wandred awry from y e way of thy holy will heale me of my deafenesse y t haue too long harkened vnto the follies of y e world strengthen my beliefe that hath bin too weake in thy holy word so shall mine eies be euer looking towards thee mine eares shal be delighted with y e hearing of thy voice and my soule shal reioyce in the faith of thy mercie yea my hart shall loue thee and my lips shal praise thee hear me therefore sweet Lord helpe me haue mercy vpon mee bring me out of my troubles that in the rest of thy mercy I may sing to thy glory Amen MY God my God looke vpon mee take not vengeance of my sins but spare mee whom thou hast redremed with thy most pretious bloode and be not angry w t mee for euer so many are y e sorrowes that compasse mee in on euery side as without the greater feeling of thy mercy wil confound y e hope of my comfort O sweete Lord I goe mourning all the day long and all with feare of thy displeasure which I confesse I haue deserued therfore am iustly punished but sweete father haue mercie vpon mee beholde the teares of true repentance that in the bitternesse of vnfained sorrow in the humilitie of my soule cry vnto thy blessed patience for one droppe of thy pittie louing father looke vpon mee and stroake mee with the hand of thy cōfort whom thou hast stricken with the rodd of thy correction chide but be not angry let not thy wrath burne like fire that art so glorious in thy mercie turne thy face from my sinnes and blot out all mine iniquities out of thy remembrance out of the hel of my miseries take mee to the heauen of thy mercies let mee feele thy louing kindnesse in the morning that I may sing all day of thy goodnesse woe is mee that euer I swarued from thee and well onely were it with me if I could euer be with thee O God of all perfection haue patience with my corruption O Lord of all goodnesse forgiue mee my wickednesse and O king of all glorie comfort me with one crūme of thy mercie thou hast created mee in thy power redeemed mee in thy loue and in thy holy spirite sanctified mee and wilt thou now forsake mee that hast done all this good for mee No sweety Lord thou art wise and knowest what is meete for me though I knowe not what is good for my selfe but sweete Lord I humbly beseech thee helpe mine ignorance and make mee to knowe what is conuenient for mee in thy holy will y t thou chastenest whom thou louest and therefore I may take comfort in thy correction that scourges are but trials of thy loue where patience is a blessing of thy mercie while faith is neuer destitute of comfort that is laid vp for euer in thy loue thus deare Lord I humbly beseech thee to deale with thy vnworthy seruant that if I be plagued with Iob I may haue patience w t Iob if I haue Paules troubles I may haue Pauls faith and Pauls loue so in the feeling of my ioyes wil my sorrows be forgotten and in the ioy of thy loue shall I reioyce for euermore but my deare Lord Iob was a iust man and feared to offend thee I am a wicked wretch that haue not feared to displease thee Paul was faithful thorough thy grace and I am fearefull through my sinne and therefore their troubles turned to their ioyes while my punishments are continuall torments yet sweete Lord Iesu I can not so forget thee but I must needes come to thee and though ashamed to come before thee yet behinde thee to touch y e hemme of thy garment I haue beene vnfaithfull oh helpe my vnbeliefe and in the sweetenesse of thy mercie shewe the greatnesse of thy glorie thou sauedst Peter frō drowning in the sea oh saue me from sinking into sinne thou sauedst Daniel in the Lyons denne oh saue mee from the mouthes of my Lyonishe