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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule

Set foorth by Sir William Leighton

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Psalme. 51.
  
  
  
  
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Psalme. 51.

1

Lord of thy mercies multitude,
and goodnes great I doe implore:
My hainous sinnes from me exclude,
and sanctifie me euermore.

2

Wash me cleane from my wickednesse,
and purge me from my sinfull crimes:
That I may neuer more transgresse,
but glorifie thy name all times.

3

For I acknowledge all my faults,
my sinnes are euer in mine eyne:
Defend me still in all assaults,
thou know'st O Lord my soule is thine.

4

Gainst thee alone was mine offence,
my sinnes lay open to thy view:
Therefore the Lord's Omnipotence,
(if I were cast) is iust and trew.

5

Behould I first was form'd in sinne,
and from my mother so was borne:
And so (poore soule) continue in,
yet let me neuer be forlorne.

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But loe the truth thou do'st require,
from the interiour parts of mine:
And then my soule thou shalt inspire,
with prudence, secret and Diuine.

7

Purge me with Hisop, then I know,
although my sinnes are wondrous blacke:
I shall be whiter then the Snow,
no brightnes then, my soule can lacke.

8

O Lord into my wounded heart,
send downe thy spirits ioyfull voice:
That my brus'd bones in euery part,
which thou hast broken may reioyce.

9

From mine offences turne thy face,
and Purge me from mine euill deeds:
Increase in me thy spirit of grace,
from whence new birth of heart proceeds,

10

Let me not from thy presens part,
take not thy holy spirit from me:
But be a comfort to my heart,
still with me, let thy spirit be.

11

And then the man that doth transgresse,
I shall reclaime from wicked waies:
O free me from bloud guiltienesse,
that I may sing thy rightfull praise.

12

O Lord doe thou my lips vnfould,
that open'd mouth may offer praise:
Which is the sacrifice of ould,
gratefull to thee in all my daies.

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13

A contrite heart thou dost require,
for a sweete smelling sacrifice:
A broken spirit is thy desire,
which at no time thou wilt despise.

14

Be gratious Lord to Sions hill,
and Salems wales build and repaire:
Then Calues and Lambes we'le offer still,
vpon thine Alter fat and faire.
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