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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule

Set foorth by Sir William Leighton

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Diuers consolations that the life and time of affliction is short.
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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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This waight and burthen helpe to carry,
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:

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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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Graunt me those ioyes that ne'r shall end
for to that end Christ's bloud was spilt.
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