The Muses Sacrifice [by John Davies] |
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The Sinner, confessing his sinne,
striueth with God (by importunitie of Prayer) for Grace.
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The Sinner, confessing his sinne, striueth with God (by importunitie of Prayer) for Grace.
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God! from whō no thought can be concea'ld
sith it thou know'st ere thoght; & searched hast
All Hearts ere they, in Nature, are reueal'd,
forgiue my thoughts, that giue thee but distaste.
sith it thou know'st ere thoght; & searched hast
All Hearts ere they, in Nature, are reueal'd,
forgiue my thoughts, that giue thee but distaste.
To my Confusion needes I must confesse,
my thoughts and Sinne are One; and, so, most base:
And though so base they be, yet n'erthelesse
oft Grace they mind; so, Sinne presumes on Grace.
my thoughts and Sinne are One; and, so, most base:
And though so base they be, yet n'erthelesse
oft Grace they mind; so, Sinne presumes on Grace.
Lord! how am I deprau'd by Sinne, that can
scarse thinke a thought, but I doe sinne therein?
Then blessed Lord, how canst thou chose but banne
so vile a Slaue, so subiect vnto Sinne?
scarse thinke a thought, but I doe sinne therein?
Then blessed Lord, how canst thou chose but banne
so vile a Slaue, so subiect vnto Sinne?
I must not leaue Thee thus; no, though my Heart
be well-neere Flint, I must not leaue thee so:
With thee, for Grace, Ile wrastle ere we part,
then let me finde it in mine Ouer-throw.
be well-neere Flint, I must not leaue thee so:
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then let me finde it in mine Ouer-throw.
And if such Sinne thou dost forgiue by Grace,
and that where much is pardon'd, Loue is much,
My Loue shall ouer-fill all Time and Place;
such is my Sinne, my Loue shall then be such!
and that where much is pardon'd, Loue is much,
My Loue shall ouer-fill all Time and Place;
such is my Sinne, my Loue shall then be such!
Deny me not (deare Lord) for I will take
no nay of thee; no; thou dost me inuite,
Being heauy laden, to thee;, ô then make
me free there-from, lest it doe quell me quite.
no nay of thee; no; thou dost me inuite,
Being heauy laden, to thee;, ô then make
me free there-from, lest it doe quell me quite.
And learne me (Lord) to woo thee for thy Grace;
and winne it, by my wooing, to relieue me;
Thou canst soone lighten this my heauy case;
then, thy Will's good, with good will then, forgiue mee.
and winne it, by my wooing, to relieue me;
Thou canst soone lighten this my heauy case;
then, thy Will's good, with good will then, forgiue mee.
Make my Heart feele, although the while it ake,
some Signe of Grace, that thereby I may know
Thou lou'st such wooers as no nay will take;
and Wrastlers such, as will not let thee goe!
some Signe of Grace, that thereby I may know
Thou lou'st such wooers as no nay will take;
and Wrastlers such, as will not let thee goe!
Though speake I cannot as I would, my Spright
stil woos thy grace with sighs, then words more deep:
Thou know'st her speech, and dost therein delight;
then ô let thy kinde Answere make mee weepe.
stil woos thy grace with sighs, then words more deep:
Thou know'st her speech, and dost therein delight;
then ô let thy kinde Answere make mee weepe.
Thy Louing-kindnesse hath the pow'r to strike
her dumbe with ioy; and after make her shrill
In thine applause: for, whom thou (Lord) dost like,
thou still mak'st drunke with ioy through thy goodwill!
her dumbe with ioy; and after make her shrill
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thou still mak'st drunke with ioy through thy goodwill!
Then if I haue found Fauour in thy sight,
or els wilt giue me any hope of Grace,
Make druncke my Soule with thy sweet loues-delight,
and let her so (ioy-rauisht) thee embrace.
or els wilt giue me any hope of Grace,
Make druncke my Soule with thy sweet loues-delight,
and let her so (ioy-rauisht) thee embrace.
I sue to thee, for that I needes must haue;
I cannot be without It, sith within
It's all mine All: then, It I still will craue,
vntill by ceasely begging it I winne:
Then, grant me grace from Sinne me still to free,
Else, by thy grace, Ile cry for't still to thee.
I cannot be without It, sith within
It's all mine All: then, It I still will craue,
vntill by ceasely begging it I winne:
Then, grant me grace from Sinne me still to free,
Else, by thy grace, Ile cry for't still to thee.
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