The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule Set foorth by Sir William Leighton |
An invocation to God, humbly praying for remission of sinne.
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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ||
An invocation to God, humbly praying for remission of sinne.
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Well spring of bountie, God of feare,beginning that, mak'st all begin:
With what oblation to appeare,
appease thy wrath that's due for sinne.
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I know not blood of Bulles and beast,or sweetest incense that doth rise:
From earth of old, they were the least,
and are not now of any prise.
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O how should I be reconcil'd,againe, vnto thy louing fauour:
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from my sweete Lord & only Sauiour.
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How long, O haue I cal'd to thee,to thee, in name of thy deere Sonne:
Yet what I ask'd thou gau'st not mee.
and what I would is left vndonne.
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I long haue knocked at thy doore,of mercy but none entrance finde:
Sorrowes and troubles more and more,
increase and vex my soule and minde.
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I dayly waite most wofull mortall,before thy seate of clement grace:
But may not peepe within thy portall,
nor see thy glorious beautious face.
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I sigh and mourne my teares are seas,I sincke vnder the burdnous loade:
Of sinne and shame, and find none ease,
prouoke me forward with thy word.
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Of castigation I desire,to quench thy wrath with flouds of teares:
Yet still increase thy fearefull fire,
and so increase my frostie feares.
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By prayers thee to presse who dares,except by thy sonnes mediation:
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and th'end of earthly mens creation.
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what course should I poor wretch thē take,to doe or aske that's good & iust:
But vnto thee, my prayers make,
and onely in thy sonne put trust.
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Yf that my sinnes shall thee offend,then all thy creatures rage & storme:
And all conspire by thy commaund,
to beate on me poore sillie worme.
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Where shall I be, or whether flie,from sight of thine allseeing eyne:
As Noahs doue, on earth am I,
and cannot looke against thy shine.
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But if thou show thy louing face,all creatures on my seruice tend:
Men beasts and Angels, doe me grace,
to helpe me all their powers doe bend.
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What should I then, say, giue or doe,what payne can gaine my fauour lost:
Riuers of Oyle or ought thereto,
they are thine owne, and of thy cost.
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Accept yet Lord the sacrifice,of Heart & Calues, of lippes vnfained:
This is that Offring did'st deuise,
to haue thy grace to be obtained.
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The free will offringe of my Zeale,in sence of sighing still assending:
They to thy mercies seate appeale,
& would make peace for mine offending
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Although mine heart & tongue doe faulter,yet in Christ Iesus meditation:
Receaue this offering on thine Alter,
with all my best imagination.
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Heare me in him, in him relieue me,for without him, noe helpe can be:
None can my soules, or harts ease giue me
nor can I inward comforts see.
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Till I know that thy wraths appeas'dand haue thy charter of thy pardon:
Then shall I finde mine heart so eas'd,
that I desire noe further guerdon.
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And now I most vnhappie man,that did offend my God soe kinde:
By grace of him in all I can,
i'le seeke with heart, with soule, & minde
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To honor, serue, obey and please,him that is mine al-seeing maker:
Whom I beseech to graunt me peace,
and make me of his ioyes partaker.
Finis.
The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ||