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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Another to the same effect.
[Behold, ô God, the wretched state]
Behold, ô God, the wretched state,
my sillie soule is in:
How sore opprest and ouerchargde,
with foule and filthie sin.
Behold likewise the prison foule,
I meane my baned brest:
Where wickednes and sinne abounds,
and breeds my soules vnrest.
my sillie soule is in:
How sore opprest and ouerchargde,
with foule and filthie sin.
Behold likewise the prison foule,
I meane my baned brest:
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and breeds my soules vnrest.
Behold O God, how oft my soule,
doth lift her selfe to thee:
As one in dungeon darke and deepe,
desiring light to see,
Behold also how faine it would,
do that might please thy will:
But cruell sinne with his affects
doo draw me backward still.
Behold I do not that I would,
as lawe of thine requires,
But I doo that I would not doo,
contrarie my desires.
Such is the working of the feend
such be his wilie waies,
With lust to set my hart on fire,
whereby my health decaies.
Such plesant baits laies he abrode
with poisned hookes of sin,
And traines my senses all thereto,
and drowns my soule therein.
But mercie is with thee my God,
for such as mercie craue,
Among the which I humblie aske,
some mercie for to haue.
For light offense thy mercie small,
may soone appease thine ire,
But mine offences manifold,
thy mercies great desire.
And sith by mercie I must win,
thy fauor and thy grace,
From my misdeeds and sinfull life,
with mercie turne thy face.
doth lift her selfe to thee:
As one in dungeon darke and deepe,
desiring light to see,
Behold also how faine it would,
do that might please thy will:
But cruell sinne with his affects
doo draw me backward still.
Behold I do not that I would,
as lawe of thine requires,
But I doo that I would not doo,
contrarie my desires.
Such is the working of the feend
such be his wilie waies,
With lust to set my hart on fire,
whereby my health decaies.
Such plesant baits laies he abrode
with poisned hookes of sin,
And traines my senses all thereto,
and drowns my soule therein.
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for such as mercie craue,
Among the which I humblie aske,
some mercie for to haue.
For light offense thy mercie small,
may soone appease thine ire,
But mine offences manifold,
thy mercies great desire.
And sith by mercie I must win,
thy fauor and thy grace,
From my misdeeds and sinfull life,
with mercie turne thy face.
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