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The Muses Sacrifice

[by John Davies]

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The Sinner confessing he can neyther will, thinke, nor doe any good thing without Gods preuenting and assisting Grace, importunes the same.

O thou that from the Bottome of Not-being
didst raise me to BEE thus, a MAN, like Thee;
And, ere I WAS, through thy diuine Fore-seeing,
didst more then see what would become of me;
Giue, giue me leaue (thou God of endlesse Grace)
to enterplead with Thee without thine ire:

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Why AM I, if thou turn'st from me thy Face,
sith so a Brand I am but for Hell-Fire?
I could not choose but Be when thou would'st haue me
for how could nothing crosse Almightinesse?
And now I Am am lost, vnlesse thou saue me;
but, none thou sau'st that still thy Will transgresse.
Nor, can I doe thy Will, without thou wilt;
and if thou wilt, thy Will no Pow'r can crosse,
Much lesse my Weaknesse; then, if I be spilt,
it seemes thy Will, although my blame and losse.
And yet thou sai'st, thou wilt no Sinners Death;
thy Word is Truth it selfe; then, if thou would'st
That I should liue, ô let me spend my Breath
as those whom thou, by Grace, from sin with-hold'st.
So in thy Will (which no Pow'r e'er impugnes)
consists mine euerlasting Weale or Woe:
Then, not to me, so much as thee belongs
to saue me from eternall ouerthrow.
I can but Will; but, well I cannot Will,
if thou first will it not; nor euer shall:
Then, will it first; for, I can will but Ill
without thy Grace; so, Grace doth all in All.
I cannot thinke, then much lesse can I doe
ought pleasing thee, without thy Grace first got:

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And yet to doe it, still thou me dost woo;
which, yet, I cannot, if thou doe it not:
For, looke what good I doe, it is not I
but thou that dost it in and by me still:
Then still I can doe all things in and by
thee (Lord of Pow'r) agreeing with thy Will.
O then incline my Will thy Will to doe;
and giue me Pow'r, with Will, else Will will faile:
Will thou but this, then me thou need'st not woo,
because thy Will with mine must needes preuaile!
So, shall there be but one Will twixt vs two:
Graunt this (deare Lord) for this I thee doe woo.