Pietatis Lachrymae Teares of deuotion [by William Evans] |
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The soules comfort in Middest of affliction.
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The soules comfort in Middest of affliction.
Or the penitent theefes passion.
To whom shal death, th'Almighties Trumpeter
Seeme sowerie sharpe, fell-cruell-bitter paine:
When meager death is but as messenger,
To tell our soules, that we with God shall raigne.
Seeme sowerie sharpe, fell-cruell-bitter paine:
When meager death is but as messenger,
To tell our soules, that we with God shall raigne.
Come gentle death, since tis my Sauiours will,
(O blessed will to dye I am not sorry)
Seaze on an Essence which thou canst not kill,
Whilst Angels waft it to the place of glory.
(O blessed will to dye I am not sorry)
Seaze on an Essence which thou canst not kill,
Whilst Angels waft it to the place of glory.
He that is framer of the earth and heauen,
Telles me that these my now fraile mortall eyes:
(So soone as soule from body is bereauen)
Shall see heauens Pharus blessed-Paradise.
Telles me that these my now fraile mortall eyes:
(So soone as soule from body is bereauen)
Shall see heauens Pharus blessed-Paradise.
This day my soule, mercy infusing grace,
(O triple happie soule, t'obtaine such fauour:)
In Angels blisse shall see him face to face,
That did descend from heau'n to be my Sauiour.
(O triple happie soule, t'obtaine such fauour:)
In Angels blisse shall see him face to face,
That did descend from heau'n to be my Sauiour.
This day my life shall dye, in blisse to raigne,
This day I shall be free'd from euery foe:
This day I dye a death to liue againe,
This day I cease to weepe, and laugh at woe.
This day's the αλια of an eternall raigne,
And the αρα of my now dying paine.
This day I shall be free'd from euery foe:
This day I dye a death to liue againe,
This day I cease to weepe, and laugh at woe.
This day's the αλια of an eternall raigne,
And the αρα of my now dying paine.
Since it is so, sweet death come let me dye,
Whilst mercy shuts the windows of mine eye.
Whilst mercy shuts the windows of mine eye.
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