Seuen Sobs of a Sorrowful Soule for Sinne Comprehending those seuen Psalmes of the Princelie Prophet David, commonlie called Poenitentiall; framed into a forme of familiar praiers, and reduced into meeter by William Hunnis ... Whereunto are also annexed his Handful of Honisuckles; the Poore Widowes Mite; a Dialog between Christ and a sinner; diuers godlie and pithie ditties, with a Christian confession of and to the Trinitie; newly printed and augmented |
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An humble sute of a repentant sinner for mercie. |
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An humble sute of a repentant sinner for mercie.
Giue eare, ô Lord, to heare,
my heauie carefull cries:
And let my wofull plaints ascend,
aboue the starrie skies.
And now receiue the soule,
that puts his trust in thee:
And mercie grant to purge my sinnes,
mercie, good Lord, mercie.
my heauie carefull cries:
And let my wofull plaints ascend,
aboue the starrie skies.
And now receiue the soule,
that puts his trust in thee:
And mercie grant to purge my sinnes,
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My soule desires to drinke,
from fountaine of thy grace
To slake this thirst, ô God, vouchsafe,
and turne not off thy face.
But bow thy bending eare,
with mercie when I crie,
And pardon grant for sinful life,
mercie, good Lord, mercie.
from fountaine of thy grace
To slake this thirst, ô God, vouchsafe,
and turne not off thy face.
But bow thy bending eare,
with mercie when I crie,
And pardon grant for sinful life,
mercie, good Lord, mercie.
Behold at length, ô Lord,
My sore repentant mind,
Which knocks with faith, & hopes therby
thy mercy great to find.
Thy promise thus hath past
from which I will not flie,
Who dooth repent trusting in thee,
shall tast of thy mercie.
Mercie, good Lord, mercie, mercie.
My sore repentant mind,
Which knocks with faith, & hopes therby
thy mercy great to find.
Thy promise thus hath past
from which I will not flie,
Who dooth repent trusting in thee,
shall tast of thy mercie.
Mercie, good Lord, mercie, mercie.
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