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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

Lord of my Soul return return To chase away this Night Let not thine anger ever burn God once was my delight XVII The Conflict I. O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout I am most weary with the Fight But may not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That ost I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine II. I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer night than day I cry to God those Cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accepts my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make III. My Evidences should be clear But ah the blots of Sin Turn chearing hope to sadning fear And make black doubts within The Laws of Sin and Grace will jar Both dwelling in one room The Saints expect perpetual War Till ye are sent for home IV. Altho' these Combats make you fear They should not cast you down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for its Crown XVIII The Back-sliders Return I. THO' I am fallen from my God I 'll venture to draw nigh His Word assures me he would not Have any Sinner die Sinners may hope to see God's Face Tho' fallen ne'er so low If they go to the Throne of Grace And weeping as they go II. Who shames himself before him there His Sin shall be forgot If Sinners blush when they confess That blushing hides their spot Ah Lord I am asham'd to come Asham'd with thee to meet I dare not look but down I fall At thy most blessed Feet III. Did ever any thus before Thus basely wrong thy Grace Sure I'm more vile than any one Of wretch Adam's Race Here comes a Prodigal Lord hear And answer at his Call I beg for Jesus sake that thou Remember not my Fall IV. Nothing I plead on my behalf But yet thou knowest well Bright Saints in Heav'n were once black Brands Snatcht from a burning Hell The Blood of Bulls thou askest not A Penitential groan Shall be accepted this I bring And offer at thy Throne XIX The Sinner's Morning Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. GOd who once more unseal'd mine eyes Shall have my choicest Sacrifice My highest thanks I humbly pay For Mercies running night and day II. O Lord thy Pardon I implore And Grace that I offend no more O let thy goodness never cease Renew thy Covenant of Peace III. As thou renewest still my days With new endearments crown my ways Father with me this day abide Be thou my leader and my guide IV. That I may plainly see and know The very Path where I should go And may at night rejoycing say My God was kind to me this day V. Those Graces that I want supply And keep me with a tender Eye Let my corruptions more and more Lose of the ground they had before VI. By Faith dear Saviour I would live And like the fruitful Lily thrive The fruitful Christian honours God And shews his Pastures to be good VII Give me my claim to Heaven clear Thy constant Grace to persevere Whilst here on Earth be thou my Guard And at the last my great Reward XX. The Sinner's Evening Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. O Lord behold a wretched one That flings himself before thy Throne By practice sinful and by birth Lord viler viler than the Earth II. O let thy Christ my Jesus be To save from Sin and misery My Soul beneath thy feet I lay Intreating Pardon for this day III. God made his World and brought me in And I brought mine my World of Sin Behold those sins not as a Spy To mark or as a Judge to try IV. But as Physician to the Poor Who brings a Balsam for the Sore Absolve renew me by thy Grace Fit me for Death which comes apace V. Encircle me within thine Arm My Body to defend from harm Preserve my wandering Soul from Sin Both going out and coming in VI. Keep far from me a careless heart From which my Saviour would depart O bless and prosper all my ways That they may issue in thy Praise XXI Cry for Improvement of Talents I. I Am a Tree that God hath set Which he expects should grow We must allow that Hand to reap Which was at cost to sow II. If thou expectest from my Flock Or from my Tillage Bread Then help me to improve my Stock Let not thy Grace lie dead II. Those Talents that the Masters send The Servants must improve Thine Aid O my great Master send To help me from above Since thou didst buy me when a Slave Shall I not now be true I 'll use the power that I have Dear Saints for God and you III. With Riches give a liberal Heart That so I may restore Again and pay thy Tythes unto Thy Deputy the Poor That honour thou dost shine on me Shall honour thee always My lesser Talents joyn to pay Their Tribute to thy Praise IV. Whate'er is mine it first was thine And thine shall ever be All my Enjoyments shall combine To raise and honour thee My parts my time my every thing Are wholly thine I own Accept the Musick from each string Presented at thy Throne XXII A Cry before the Sacrament I. TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a privilege is this To be th' Almighties Guest II. I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare III. All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face IV. But who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet To come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples Feet V. Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy garments hence The guilt the stain the love of Sin Will give my Lord offence VI. Remember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might Mercy find VII Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide VIII Let nothing that is not Divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy love IX Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath X. Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his Face XI O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe XII Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee XIII O let our entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet XXIII Under Desertion I. MY

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