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The penitent publican his confession of mouth. Contrition of heart. Vnfained repentance. An feruent prayer vnto God, for mercie and forgiuenesse.
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Collins, Thomas, fl. 1610-1615.
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'le mourne in sack cloath like the Nineuites Vpon my head I 'le dust and ashes strowe Like Iosuah the cursed Cananites I meane those sins that seeke my ouerthrowe I 'le beat downe kill and make to coutch full lowe That soule and body may in safetie stand And peaceably possesse the promis'd Land As from the eater Sampson said came meat And from the strong one sweetnes did proceed Euen so from sin which vulter-like doth eat This hunnie-suckle happily doth breed Euen godly sorrow whereon I do feeed That I may purge out with this earbe of grace Those filthy things that would my soule deface Vnder sins burthen I doe lie and grone For I am wearie of my wickednes Therefore oh Lord to thee I make my mone Oh heare me thou and helpe me in distresse And let not sinne nor Sathans subtilnes Subuert my soule nor bring her vnto shame Because she hopes and trusteth in thy name With the proud Pharisie should I excuse My guiltie conscience say my selfe were iust I should my sauiour and my soule abuse And tread the merits of Christs death in dust Whereby alone both I and all men must Be iustifi'd and purged from our sin Vpon repentance or else die therein Which were most fearefull who dare venture on it What wretch is that would vnrepentant die My heart doth tremble for to thinke vpon it Oh mortall man confesse thy miserie And eke repent thee and that speedily For he that hides his sin within his brest He is the man whom God doth most detest And wherein is it wee offend not all What man is that which doth not doe amisse Nay more what member but to sinne doth fall The hart to that the head and hand to this Thus euery part with sinne defiled is I know 't too well and needes I must expresse it For t' would confound mee should I not confesse it Mine eares haue sinn'd by hearing prophane things Mine eyes haue sinn'd by viewing vanitie My tongue hath sinn'd by telling of leazings My heart hath sinn'd by thinking wickedly My hands haue sinn'd by dooing iniurie Wherefore to free my soule from future feares I 'le punish all hands hart tongue eyes and eares Mine eyes for sinne shall weepe continuallie Mine eares attend to nothing but thy word My tongue shall speake Truth and that magnifie My hart shall aye to all good things accord My hands shall labour for to please the Lord. And thus those parts wherewith I did offend Shall each of them their seuerall faults amend Because thou Lord amendment dost require Of euery man as well as to repent Amendment is the thing thou doest desire And without that thou wilt not be content But still wee stand in dread of punishment Wherefore I am resolued by thy grace Both to repent and to amend apace Repentance and amendment are two twinnes Somewhat resembling Esau and his brother Repentance first with shame sets forth our sinnes Vpon whose heele hangs the more happie other I meane amendment which all faults doth smother The first of these God little doth regard Without the last and that hee will reward Wherefore I 'le imitate Zacheus now And straight restore what I haue leaudly got Yea foure for one I freely will allow The rest I doe vnto the poore allot For golde and siluer now I loue you not Cause you are Cankers that corrupt the hart Kill men with care and bring their soules to smart With th'vnrighteous Mammon I 'le make friends That when my day to be dissolu'd doth come Their prayers to whom my bountie here extends May me receiue into Eternall roome Thrice blessed Treasure that doth there intombe Your owners soules but oh more blessed they That saue themselues by casting you away I le giue Earths fruits that I may heauenly haue I will forgiue that I may be forgiuen I will not turne away from them that craue But giue to sixe and also vnto seauen Knowing full well I shall be pay'd in heauen With great aduantage Christ himselfe doth say 't And hee that speaks it will most surely pay 't As the sweet sauours of the male Palme tree The female quickens and doth fruitfull make By breathing on it so Lord grace in thee Freely extended for thy mercies sake All backwardnes and barrennesse will take From mee in whom sinne yet too closely lurks And make mee fresh and fruitfull in good works For Faith without works is like to that tree That cursed Figge-tree which when Christ did spie Flourish with leaues hee there look't fruit should bee And went vnto it but when hee drewe nie And found none there hee curs'd it by and by Therefore of Faith t' is vaine to make a showe Vnles good works vpon that tree doth growe Then Faith spread forth and euer fruitfull bee Hope keepe thy holde distrust and feare defie Loue be thou strong let nothing conquer thee Zeale be thou feruent flee hypocrisie And mongst the rest most blessed Charitie Doe thy indeuour and be slacke in nought And you shall see my soules desire wrought Thus dooing well I shall haue good reward But dooing ill sinne lyeth at my dore And from thy presence I shall be debar'd Wherefore sweete Lord oh set thy feare before My wandring eyes and oh for euermore Doe thou my wayes so order and direct That shunning euill I may good things effect Thy promise is and thereon I relie What time so ere a sinner doth repent From thy remembrance his iniquitie Thou wilt blot out and hee shall not be shent For ought is past if truly he lament And from the bottome of his heart intend To leaue all leaudnes and his life amend With which intention now oh Lord come I Hartilie sorie for my former sin Beleeuing in thy promise steadfastly That for what 's past I shall thy pardon win And therewithall get grace for to begin A better life directed by thy spirit Which none but thy deere seruants doe inherit And this new life resolued on by mee As to begin so likewise to perseuer I craue thy ayde Lord let thy spirit bee My guarde my guide and my directer euer And oh let nothing in this vaine world seuer My hart from thee but let it be inclinde For euermore according to thy minde Poore Lazer I Lord at thy mercies gate Wil lie and begge vntill the houre I die And not a word but mercie will relate Mercie shall be my song continuallie For mercie mercie will I euer crie Vntill thy mercie like the Sunnes bright rayes On sinfull mee her sacred beames displayes Christ Iesus bids me aske and I shall haue He bids me seeke and saith that I shall finde He bids me knocke and though I haue bin slaue To beastly sin yet saith he thou art kinde And wilt set ope according to my minde Then now behold as Christ doth counsell mee I aske seeke knocke for mercy Lord to thee Amphions harpe did nere sound halfe so sweet As would the voyce of mercy in mine eare Which
like the spouse when she her deare doth greet Opening vnto him in a loue-sicke feare To see his deaw'd head and his dropping heare From whose faire hands mirh falls vpon the bar So sweet sounds mercy such her sauours are Kinde spouse to ope the doore of thy owne hart In darkesome night to let in Christ thy loue But blessed mercy acts a better part Opening to men the gates of heauen aboue Through which who enters kings for euer proue Kinde spouse kinde Christ that to his spouse doth go And most blest mercy that sau'ft sinners so King Hezekiab turn'd him to the wall And wept full sore when he heard death drewe neere And mourning so he did for mercy call Vnto whose daies thou addedst fifteene yeare Lord now againe let the like grace appeare And vnto me that dying am to sin Adde a new life to laud and praise thee in For in the pit ther 's none doth giue thee praise None thanke thee there nor speake good of thy name They onely curse and ban and cry alwaies Woe to those sins wherewith they wrought their shame And brought their soules into that burning flame From whence sweet Lord for aye deliuer mee That mong'st thy saints I may sing praise to thee Eliah being hungry he did pray And lo both Rauens and Angels brought him food Daniell when in the Lions den he lay He praide and lo those cruell creatures stood Like lambes by him and would not sucke his blood But rather sought by dalliance to delight him Then with grim lookes sharpe teeth or clawes to fright him As was Eliah I am hungry Lord My soule is almost staru'd for want of food Oh send me succour by thy sacred word And for thy mercies sake be thou so good And beat downe sin that monsterous man of blood Which would into the clawes of Sathan throw mee From whom sweet Lord a safe deliuerance show mee Good Sydrach Mysach and Abednego When they into the fierie Ouen were throwne Thy praid to thee and thou preseru'dst them so As on the earth the like was neuer knowne For not a haire or garment they did owne Was either burnt or scorched in the flame Such was thy might and mercy in the same They to the golden Idol would not kneele Because they lou'd and onely honor'd thee But I am worthy hells hot fire to feele Cause I haue yeelded to all euills that bee Yet mightie Lord be not aueng'd on mee Nor let my sinnes induce thee vnto Ire But for Christs sake defend me from that fire When Ionas in the belly of the whale And in the mid'st of the maine Ocean To thee did from that depth of danger call Miserie makes men full of true deuotion For mercy Lord for mercy made he motion And gracious thou which hast all grace in store Did'st make that whale to set himselfe on shoare Like Ionas I haue often gone astray And troad those pathes wherewith thou art displeased The world the flesh and Sathan shew'd the way Ah woe is me they all at once haue ceazed Vpon my sicke soule which is sore diseased And with sins poyson so much putrifide That nought can cure it but Christ crucifide Of whose deare blood sweet Lord let me partake And then though sin which long hath raign'd in mee Labour to throw me downe into the lake Whereas the diuell that dreadfull whale shall bee Gaping to get me yet I shall goe free For spight of all powre sin and Sathan haue One drop thereof my sinfull soule will saue I 'le now put on the Armour of my God The helmet of saluation I 'le take My feet shall be with preparation shod Of righteousnes I will my brest-plate make Sword of the spirit which mak'st sin to shake I le gird thee on and most couragiously Vse thee against my spirituall enemie Thou many-headed-monsterous Hydra sin That canst not be by mortall man subdu'd Vnles Gods spirit do vs aid therein For why thy strength is sundry wales renew'd And to thy power ther 's such supplies accru'd That if Gods mercy were not great vnto vs Thou wouldst for euer vtterly vndo vs. Oh thou more cruell then was murthering Caine That slew his brother Abell in the field For whom thou killest them thou kill'st againe And plai'st the tyrant ouer them that yeeld Labouring and laughing to see hell fire filde With soules and bodies of those sillie wretches Which thou dost conquer with thy cunning fetches Thou that dost vse those that yeeld to thee so And them likewise whom thou dost ouercome Making no difference twixt friend and foe But bring'st them all to vndergoe one doome And putst them all into one tortering roome Who would not hare thee with his hart and soule And vse all meanes thy mallice to controule Who would not shunne thee more then anie snake Who vould not flie from thee with all his might To eschue thee whoo 'd anie paines forsake Who would not pray to God both day and night That his good spirit would aide vs in the fight Against so foule a monster as thou art Which seek'st the soules of all men to subuart And thou deceitfull and bewitching world Thou most false-harted flattering Crokadile About whose bosome there is nothing hurlde But that which doth our purest parts defile Euen vaine delights which Sathan doth compile And on thy face the mart of all delusion Doth set to worke our shame and sadde confusion Thou common couz'ner of thy kindest friends That Iudas-like doest with a kisse betray For vnto whom thy fauours most extends Hee is the man whose soule thou seek'st to slay With heaps of gold thou hinder'st graces way And with a faire showe of soone-fading pleasure Thou doest depriue men of heauens peerlesse Treasure Thou tempting whore which doest intice to sinne With faigned smiles and with thy flattering lookes Thou painted Idole putrifide within Though with sweet hunnie thou doest bayte thy hookes Most blest are they that keepe out of thy crookes And vse thee so as if they vs'de thee not Least by thy meanes damnation be their lot And thou fraile flesh fraught with infirmities Though thou art subiect to a sort of woes Yet to thy selfe thou coyn'st calamities And on thy soule sadde burthens do'st impose By filthie lusts from foule-desire that flowes By which alas both bodie soule and all For euermore thou to the Diuell mak'st thrall Who like a roaring Lyon runs about Subtillie seeking whom hee may deuoure And of saluation would make all men doubt By telling them euen in their liues last houre Vnles Faith stifly then withstand his power That GOD is so iust and so bent gainst sinne Prayer and repentance can no pardon winne Heare heauen and earth and all yee powers in both Heare mee I say and helpe mee instantly For to subdue this Serpent olde that go'th Vpon his bellie creeping cunningly And eates the dust of our iniquitie Which is to him more pleasant food by farre Then all the dainties that on earth there