The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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VI. A Prayer.
Oh, with Thy grace my heart inspire,To bring forth fruites of Thy desire.
Give me thy Peter's penitence,
Paul's faith, and Job his patience,
And Marie's grace, and John his loue,
That in my heart I may approue.
When all these graces meete in mee,
What ioy my soule shall have in Thee:
But oh, my God! my heart doth ake,
My soule with trembling fear doth quake,
That sinne hath brought me in such plight
As makes me ouglie in Thy sight;
And I (O wretch!) am one of those
Whom Thou hast reckoned for Thy foes,
And that Thy mercie will not heare mee,
Nor comfort euer shall come near mee;
My prayer turned into sinne,
No gate of grace shall enter in;
But all my thoughts are farre amisse,
Shall banisht be from hope of blisse;
And my poor soule, by sinne's desart,
Condemn'd vnto eternall smart.
And yet again, meethinks, I see
How Thy great mercie lookes on mee,
And tels me faith may be victorious,
While grace will be in mercie glorious,
And what true hartes do truelie proue,
That turne to Thee in teares of loue;
In which vnfaigned faithfull teares,
Wherein the wofull spirit weares,
I humbly fall at Mercie's feete,
Where grace, and loue, and glorie meete;
And in teares of true contrition
Thus makes my wofull soule's petition:
In mercie looke on me, deare God;
Forgive my sinnes, forbeare Thy rod;
Behold my griefe and ease my paine,
And take me to Thy grace againe,
That if I may see that bright Sunne shine,
Where glorie neuer can decline;
Where I with Simeon's ioy may sing
When I embrace my holy King,
And [all] sinne and sorrowes cease,
As my soule doth rest in peace.
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