The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule Set foorth by Sir William Leighton |
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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ||
1. The first part.
The first part sheweth that a man must not only repaire vnto God in prayers, in silent sighes, and in inward desires and groanes: But wee must also worship God, with our tongue, words, and voice, and in royall speech praise his holy name.
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O Father full of knowledg deepe,thou searchest secrets of each hart,
Behold'st desires, we priuate keepe,
with hidden silence in the darke.
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But yet thou do'st thus much require,thy children should know & confesse:
Thee for to be their lightsome fire,
that iudg'st their works in righteousnes.
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As thou hast fram'd in man a heart,wherewith his maker to beleeue:
A tongue and lippes, and euery part,
wherewith he glory may thee giue.
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And thou do'st challenge at his hands,free sacrifice of prayers praise:
And honors due throughout all lands,
that all men can'st deiect and raise.
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Thy children must not in their minde,be dumbe, nor in their tongues be mute
whē they should seeke thine help to find:
and by petition shew their suite.
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Thy sonne doth bid me aske and haue,and find to seeke, to knock and enter,
What they do want, that they may craue
by faith in him they may aduenture.
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Thou still art ready to be found,& helpe thine owne in their distresse:
That in their faith are constant sound,
and patient in their heauines.
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Therefore deere father, I beset,with many miseries distrest:
Come vnto thee thine ayde to get,
and after trouble to finde rest.
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And haue thy grace with-out with-in,but I that am of sinners chiefe:
Because thou hat'st in me my sinne,
many doubt thou wilt not giue reliefe.
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Alas poore wretch what shall I doe?to aske I am so far vnfit,
Vnapt my God to seeke vnto,
vnworthy to haue benefit.
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Of what I craue or do desire,and yet to cry I will not lin:
Till thou do'st send refining fire,
and purifie me, from my sinne.
The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ||