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Deus mihi totum in toto.
Let wicked worldlings fall away from God,
No earthlie crosse shall cause my soule to feare
Afflictions staffe, and persecutions rod,
True patience willes me, and I well can beare.
Who would not suffer heere a little paine,
And dye, to liue, that he with God may raigne?
No earthlie crosse shall cause my soule to feare
Afflictions staffe, and persecutions rod,
True patience willes me, and I well can beare.
Who would not suffer heere a little paine,
And dye, to liue, that he with God may raigne?
If I of friends and countrie be neglected,
Yet ere I loose my faith, Ile beg my bread:
He that from youth hath alway me protected,
From his foode-giuing hand shall I be fed.
He keeps the fragments of a feast in store,
Where mercy willes me knock at bounties doore.
Yet ere I loose my faith, Ile beg my bread:
He that from youth hath alway me protected,
From his foode-giuing hand shall I be fed.
He keeps the fragments of a feast in store,
Where mercy willes me knock at bounties doore.
If poorest roofe disdaine to couer me,
Ny building's not on earth but all on hye:
Meane while the Dens and Rocks shal succour me,
And stubborne earth shall welcome miserie.
Better it is, mong Wolues to haue aboad,
Then liue in house and not to liue in God.
Ny building's not on earth but all on hye:
Meane while the Dens and Rocks shal succour me,
And stubborne earth shall welcome miserie.
Better it is, mong Wolues to haue aboad,
Then liue in house and not to liue in God.
If I with prisons chaine fast fettred be,
My persecutions chaine shall prooue a crowne:
If all the world oppose it selfe at me,
And death (the worst to feare) begin to frowne,
Yet he that for my life, his life did giue,
Will kill my death, that I with him may liue.
My persecutions chaine shall prooue a crowne:
If all the world oppose it selfe at me,
And death (the worst to feare) begin to frowne,
Yet he that for my life, his life did giue,
Will kill my death, that I with him may liue.
What though no Tobie see me buried,
Tis not a toombe that I desire to haue:
What bootes that earth, to earth be carried,
My blisse is not contained in a graue.
And for an vnction to this bitter gall,
Heau'n couers him that hath no buriall.
Tis not a toombe that I desire to haue:
What bootes that earth, to earth be carried,
My blisse is not contained in a graue.
And for an vnction to this bitter gall,
Heau'n couers him that hath no buriall.
Heare me sweet Iesu, heare mee when I call,
Since thou to my poore soule art all in all.
Since thou to my poore soule art all in all.
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