The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule Set foorth by Sir William Leighton |
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The seauenth Lamentation in distresse.
Wherein the distressed sheweth his desire to hould more fast the promises of God.
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O Lord thou art my hope & strengththou help'st in trouble, do not hide
Thy selfe for euer; but at length,
for men distrest, doe thou prouide.
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For I by thee, will hould most fast,i'le trust in thee while I doe liue:
And till those stormes be ouer past,
i'le neither feare, nor faint, nor grieue.
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Tremble thou earth, rage Sea & land,winde, tempest, stormes and all about:
I see thee Lord holde out thy hand,
for my defence I'le neuer doubt.
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What though hills quake & staggering stumbleand fall into the mid'st of seas:
Though waters roare, rage & tumble,
thou canst this chaunge, & all appease.
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Should I thē faint at troubles small,which like small darts thou throw'st at me
In loue, but not to kill at all,
but make leaue my vanity.
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Forsake my follies euery deale,reclayming errors to the truth:
This thou did'st hurt, & thou can'st heale,
thou hast preseru'd me frō mine youth.
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I must confesse I meritedthe death of death, with paines of hell,
And to be disinherited,
of heauens high, where iust doe dwell.
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But Lord do mittigate thine anger,and turne thy heauy wrath to loue:
Deliuer me from all this danger,
let thy compassion mercy moue.
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And with trew cōforts Christall fountaine,my drie and thirstie soule refresh:
And poure on me from holy mountaine,
sweete dewes to glad my soule & flesh.
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Thy darts in me sticke fast O Lord,O pull them out, cast them away:
and cure my wounds, to helpe make hast,
bind vp my sores, soules sorrowes stay.
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Clense the corrupt affections,of my defiled wicked heart:
Prosper and blesse mine actions,
lighten my knowledge grose & darke.
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O wash me from impietie,exhilarate my sicke soules sadnes:
In darknes let me light espie,
in mid'st of sorrow graunt me gladnes.
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On fruitfull ground Lord doe mee plant,and build me vp on surest rocke:
Annoyes to ioyes, to wealth turne want,
from future ills me keepe and locke.
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As trees that grow by waters side,whose leaues & blossoms freshly flourish
For euer let my state abide,
thy loue reuiue, thy grace me nourish.
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Let thy spirit dayly spring & bud,with faiths pure braunches frō my hart.
Let dewes & drops of Christ's deer bloud
feede vaines of hope from sinners dart.
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My store's decayd, thou can'st renew itmy basket's empty thou can'st fill it:
Refresh my heart againe reuiue it,
reuiue it Lord, for thou did'st kill it.
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Thou help'st ye simple poore & needy,thou see'st my state thou can'st all mend,
I know thou know'st when to be speedy,
and know'st thy time when to defend.
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Helpe helpe O Lord else downe I fall,hould me fast, by thy strong hand:
And lift me vp against them all,
that by opposing me withstand.
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Thy promise Lord thou doest performe,thy words are deeds, thou sai'st & do'st:
A happie end thou doest returne,
and graunt, to those that on thee trust.
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My safety Lord thou hast ordain'd,by faith my hope doth mount & fly:
And by that hope I am sustain'd,
if that were lost my soule would dye.
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My faith hath fixt an obiect right,my will doth farre my power exceed:
But Lord I know that in thy sight,
the will is taken for the deeede.
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Then Lord for deede my will do take,and I secured shall be then:
Oh graunt me this, for Christ his sake,
to whom be praise for aye Amen.
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