 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule |  |
Diuers consolations that the life and time of affliction is short.
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The comfort ye doth make vs bold,is our afflictions transitory:
Cause wee of Christ do take sure hold,
the troubles short, endlesse the glory.
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Eye hath not seene, eare hath not hard,the ioyes that God for his elect
In heauen already hath prepar'd,
though many troubles to effect.
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Light are our troubles temporarie,because Christ and his spirit diuine,
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and doth in yoake with vs conioyne.
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We looke not on, things, seene & vaine,but on things vnseene, cast our eie:
The blessed saints for Christ were slaine,
Christ answered, when they did cry.
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How long, how long, Lord wilt thou stay?a little time though God doth lowre:
Stay till, his wrath be past away,
t'is but a minute of an howre.
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Christ calles the time of troubles little,but Paule doth say the glori's great:
And in respect, t'is but a tittle,
if't be compar'd to heauens seate.
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A while saith God, I thee forsooke,that is short time in misery:
But thee t'ernall mercy tooke,
that is to heauen's felicity.
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I'le feare no danger, paine nor losse,t'is but the twinckling of an eye:
I see the crowne i'le beare the crosse,
for I shall liue eternally.
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Good gratious God, me patience send,and then do send, what send thou wilt:
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for to that end Christ's bloud was spilt.
FINIS.
| The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | |