Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XCVIII
[Wrapt vp, O Lord, in mans degeneration]
Wrapt vp, O Lord, in mans degeneration;
The glories of thy truth, thy ioyes eternall,
Reflect vpon my soule darke desolation,
And vgly prospects o're the sprites infernall.
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deserues this hell; yet Lord deliuer me.
The glories of thy truth, thy ioyes eternall,
Reflect vpon my soule darke desolation,
And vgly prospects o're the sprites infernall.
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deserues this hell; yet Lord deliuer me.
Thy power and mercy neuer comprehended,
Rest lively imag'd in my Conscience wounded;
Mercy to grace, and power to feare extended,
Both infinite, and I in both confounded;
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deserues this hell, yet Lord deliver me.
Rest lively imag'd in my Conscience wounded;
Mercy to grace, and power to feare extended,
Both infinite, and I in both confounded;
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deserues this hell, yet Lord deliver me.
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If from this depth of sinne, this hellish graue,
And fatall absence from my Sauiours glory,
I could implore his mercy, who can saue,
And for my sinnes, not paines of sinne, be sorry:
Lord, from this horror of iniquity,
And hellish graue, thou wouldst deliuer me.
And fatall absence from my Sauiours glory,
I could implore his mercy, who can saue,
And for my sinnes, not paines of sinne, be sorry:
Lord, from this horror of iniquity,
And hellish graue, thou wouldst deliuer me.
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