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 of the second lamentation
The repentant sheweth that his miseries and troubles increase dayly: and therefore his aduersarie that iudge with a carnall eie, say that God hath forsaken him, but he replieth to them that God alwaies chastiseth them whom he loueth, and doth but correct his children as a louing father doth, for the amendment and bettering of their life.
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O Lord how doe my woes encrease,how many are my miseries:
My troubles rise and neuer cease,
men iudge thou wilt not heare my cries:
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They say thou wilt me quite forsake,that ther's no helpe for me in thee:
But Lord they are but such that make,
their sensure with a carnall eye.
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And do not spiritually discerne,thy secret purpose and intents:
Correcting thē whō thou would'st learne
to know thy law & cōmaundements.
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Chastizing them whom thou do'st loueand scourging them oft with thy rod:
that thou their harts & minds maist moue
to feare and serue thee mightie God.
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The wicked outward meanes preferre,& worldly helps at neede they muster:
And not to God themselues referre,
nor comfort take from heauenly lustre.
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Who workes by meanes his sacred will,and without meanes, brings to effect:
And against meanes, can saue or kill,
for those him serue his, true elect.
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Therefore let not their mallice moue,nor yet their taunts dismay my mind:
I will hould fast by God aboue,
whose promise iust & true I find.
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I striue thy statutes Lord to keepe,what thou cōmaund'st I will performe:
Direct me right to thee I creepe,
O Lord doe thou my life reforme.
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Defend me Lord from their dispight,that watch to catch me in their snare:
And to intrap me day and night,
with nettes and ginnes er'e I be ware,
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And scoffe me basely with reproach,with shamefull scandalls and disgrace:
With thy protection Lord approach,
and let thy mercy me imbrace.
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Let not me come within the reach,of their inuentions and deuice:
whose facts are foule, they faire in speach,
and by base flattery me entice.
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Nor such as lie in waite for me,obtaine, their wish who doe desire:
Fit time and oportunitie,
to worke the euill as they conspire.
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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ||