 | Pietatis Lachrymae Teares of deuotion |  |
The sinful soules sob.
Sorrow and Sinne, to my heart are no wonder,
Since sinne and sorrow rent my heart a sunder:
My soule in sinne, hath long time had aboad,
While sorrow wept that I offended God.
Since sinne and sorrow rent my heart a sunder:
My soule in sinne, hath long time had aboad,
While sorrow wept that I offended God.
My Sinne (I must confesse) is much more great,
Then is the sorrow of my grieued heart:
Yet sorrow willes me humbly to intreate
For mercie, to asswage my wofull smart.
Then is the sorrow of my grieued heart:
Yet sorrow willes me humbly to intreate
For mercie, to asswage my wofull smart.
Therefore to thee, that canst throw downe to hell,
And after fetch into the Heau'n of blisse:
To thee in whome sweet mercy still doth dwell,
In whom all comfort was, shall be, and is:
And after fetch into the Heau'n of blisse:
To thee in whome sweet mercy still doth dwell,
In whom all comfort was, shall be, and is:
To thee a wretched soule nigh drown'd in sinne,
With sorrow weepes, that he may mercy win.
With sorrow weepes, that he may mercy win.
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