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Seuen Sobs of a Sorrowful Soule for Sinne

Comprehending those seuen Psalmes of the Princelie Prophet David, commonlie called Poenitentiall; framed into a forme of familiar praiers, and reduced into meeter by William Hunnis ... Whereunto are also annexed his Handful of Honisuckles; the Poore Widowes Mite; a Dialog between Christ and a sinner; diuers godlie and pithie ditties, with a Christian confession of and to the Trinitie; newly printed and augmented

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The second part.

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My wretchednes, O Lord,
is more then may be said,
Its not alone the greefe of hart,
that maketh me dismaid.

2

Ne feeblenes of strength,
deprest with vices all,
Nor in the blindnesse of my soule,
which readie is to fall,

3

But otherwise it coms.
and stil increaseth more,
That is, where I thought comfort find,
is turned to my sore.

4

My friends and neighbours Lord,
in whom I put my trust,
Against me altogither stood,
and shewd themselues vniust,

5

And they that stood me next,
far off got them away;
And such as waited for my life,
set on me as a praie.

6

The force of wicked feends,
O Lord, is verie strong:
No earthly power is like to theirs,
if thou them suffer long

7

To exercise their force,
on sinners al that bee,
Not one among ten thousand shal
be left aliue to thee.

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8

They study to deceiue,
by wordly pleasures vaine,
And ioies such as the flesh desires,
to bring vs endlesse paine.

9

These Lord haue sought for me,
and wrought me ill the while,
And with deceitfull vanities,
did daily me beguile.

10

Lord many times I feele,
when I thus tempted am,
Such pleasures spring, I ioy thereat,
not looking whence they came.

11

Or at the least, O Lord,
I would not vnderstand,
Ne see the snares for me were laid,
to bring me vnderhand.

12

The pleasures of the flesh
so sweet sounds in mine eare,
That what is spoken there against,
I list not for to heare.

13

But as one being deafe,
with silence passe away,
And as a man that dumbe is borne,
haue not a word to say.

14

Indeed I must confesse
my selfe I haue not sought,
Nor spake against my wickednesse
in such sort as I ought.

15

But as one deafe and dumbe,
that sin no time would blame,

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Ye open would mine eares to heare,
how to auoid the same.

16

Yet true it is, O Lord,
let man his faults confesse,
With sighs and sorrow from his hart,
he did thy lawes transgresse.

17

Yea let him do his best,
and satisfaction make;
And yet if he be void of hope,
thou wilt him sure forsake.

18

For Iudas sorrow made,
when he had thee betraid,
And did restore the siluer backe,
and downe againe it laid.

19

He openly confest,
he sinned greeuouslie,
In that he had falslie betraid
the innocent to die;

20

And wanting hope, we see,
into despaire he fel,
And hangd himselfe vpon a tree,
among the rauens to dwel.

21

Hope is the gift, O Lord,
that from thy grace proceeds,
And grace brings faith, and faith brings loue
from which brings fruitfull deeds.

22

And for because that I
did alwaies hope in thee,
Thou wilt me heare, ô Lord my God,
and safe deliuer me.

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23

My hope is firmely fixt,
and cannot be remooude;
Because thy grace assureth me,
my faith is not reprooude.

24

Thus haue I said, ô Lord,
least any time at all,
Mine enemies should ouer me
triumph to see me fall.

25

For whiles my feet did slide,
against me much they spake;
That is to saie, whiles my desires,
the waie to sinne did take,

26

And were from thee remooude
to follow lothsome lust;
Then did mine enemies reioice,
to see me in the dust.

27

But Lord, I me submit,
vnto thy discipline,
And meekely take correction thine,
for old offenses mine.

28

And haue my selfe prepard
vnto the whip of paine,
Whereby my griefe and dolour may
stil in my sight remaine.

29

And Lord thou knowest of old,
there is no good in me;
Not one man good vpon the earth,
not one seeke after thee.

30

Among thy chosen sort,
vnfaithfulnes was found,

32

Likewise among thy angels bright
were thousands cast to ground:

31

Then how much more, alas,
of wretches such as I,
That dwel in houses made of clay,
must sinne continuallie?

32

I will confesse to thee
all mine vngodlinesse,
And for my sinnes wil take more thought
than any can expresse.

33

And yet O Lord thy grace
must worke this good in me;
By which I stedfast lie beleeue
I chosen am of thee.

34

For now by grace I mind
my sinfull life t'amend,
And vnto vertue will applie
my selfe vnto the end.

35

I see the follies past,
wherein I tooke delight,
To be both vile, wicked and nought,
and odious in thy sight.

36

And though my foes do liue,
and ouer me made strong,
And they which hated me are great
and do me treble wrong:

37

No maruel it's, O Lord,
for why they mighty be,
And are except thy grace assist,
too strong alwaies for me.

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They haue long time deuisd
deceitful crafty gins,
And by the same haue ouerthrowne
the strongest in their sins.

39

If any time I flee
repentance for to find,
Then one of these malicious spirits
assaileth straight my mind;

40

And with deuises new,
and frauds that be vnknowne
He craftilie doth me subdue,
and so makes me his owne.

41

Thus Lord when I am bent,
thy goodnesse to pursue,
Mine enemies do me detract,
and breed my bale anew.

42

The wicked feend (alas)
doth many times me greeue;
The world also doth follow me
the daies I haue to liue.

43

The flesh doth me prouoke
with lust both lewd and nought:
Thus by these three mine enemies
I am in thraldome brought.

44

Yet, Lord, forsake me not,
ne let thy grace depart;
Least that mine enemies vnwares
do thorough pearse mine hart.

45

And though sometime, O Lord,
thy presence thou withdraw,

34

Whereby the feend may entrance make
and bring me more in aw.

46

Yet Lord, thy grace restore
to me poore wretch againe,
That I thereby may him resist,
to make his trauel vaine.

47

Giue heed therefore my God,
which art my helpe and health,
Whose mercy and whose goodnes shewd
is to my soule cheefe wealth,

48

Giue temporal health, O Lord,
as vnto thee seemes best,
And to my soule thy sauing health,
in heauen with thee may rest,
Amen.