The fift Prayer.
Rom. 7. 25.
1
I thanke thee lord that hast sett novve
In me a fight, a iarre;
My mind, my flesh, doe day by day
In-strife sett forth a vvarre.
2
My mind to thy svveete lavve giues vvay,
My flesh in thrall is brought,
My mind vvould keepe thy lavve, thy lore.
And hath thy vvill still sought
3
But my base flesh is prompt, & seekes
Thy lavve to cast me fro.
O god vvhat shall I doe in this?
With me the case is so.
4
My mind vvould doe the god full faine
That thy lawes shevve to me
But still my flesh doth frett, & fume
Gainst this thy lavve to me
5
For I doe not that vvhich I loue,
But I doe that I hate,
And all for that my mind is vext
With this my flesh my mate.
6
What shall I doe o lord my god
Ah vvretch vvho setts thee free?
Frō this fell death of sinne, & shame
That I thy grace may see.
7
I thanke my god vvho haue me fred
For his sonne Christ his sake;
To him for aye both night, & day
My hymnes, my songs I make.
O god that thou vvouldst beat dovvne
the strong, & ill man that rules, & raigns
in my vveake flesh that I may say to him
goe farre from me.
Psal. 139. 19.
