THE
SOVLES
EXERCISE
.
A
prayer
for
the
Lord
Maior
.
In
the
Morning
.
OH
blessed
,
gratious
,
most
merciful
&
glorious
good
GOD
,
whose
only
eye
of
mercie
beholdeth
all
the
dwellers
vpon
the
earth
,
&
out
of
the
bounty
of
thine
only
blessing
,
dost
elect
thy
creatures
to
thy
seruice
,
my
deare
GOD
,
that
tookest
Moses
out
of
the
water
,
to
leade
thy
people
through
the
wildernesse
,
Dauid
from
the
sheepefolde
,
to
sway
the
scepter
ouer
thy
people
Israell
,
and
Ioseph
from
the
prison
,
to
be
gouernor
ouer
many
people
;
&
now
out
of
meane
estate
hast
aduanced
me
,
among
many
,
thy
most
vnworthy
seruant
,
vnder
the
scepter
of
my
gratious
Soueraigne
,
to
sway
the
sword
of
iustice
ouer
this
thy
blessed
city
,
let
not
sweet
Lord
,
this
great
blessing
of
thy
goodnesse
be
lost
in
my
vnthankfulnesse
,
but
so
inspire
my
hart
and
soule
with
the
grace
of
thy
holy
spirit
,
that
by
the
rules
of
thy
direction
,
I
may
discharge
the
care
of
my
duty
,
by
thy
mercy
,
&
my
soueraigns
bounty
committed
vnto
mee
;
that
thy
name
may
be
glorified
,
her
Maiesty
pleased
,
&
thy
people
preserued
.
Blessed
God
,
blesse
,
I
beseech
thee
,
all
thy
people
of
this
cyty
&
land
;
but
especially
,
thy
gratious
and
chosen
seruant
,
and
our
most
gratious
and
Soueraigne
Queene
,
Elizabeth
:
inspire
her
with
the
speciall
grace
of
thy
holy
spirit
,
that
in
the
wisdome
of
thy
will
,
she
may
direct
the
course
of
her
happie
daies
,
and
by
the
mercy
of
her
Iustice
,
she
may
so
carry
the
Scepter
of
her
gouernement
,
that
thy
glory
may
be
encreased
,
her
Maiesty
admired
,
and
vnder
thee
,
her
people
be
blessed
.
Blesse
oh
GOD
all
her
honorable
Counsell
,
that
they
may
vnfainedly
discharge
the
care
of
their
dueties
,
in
the
true
honour
of
their
places
:
Blesse
the
preachers
of
thy
holy
worde
,
with
the
true
knowledge
and
deliuery
of
thy
holy
word
,
and
giue
them
that
inwarde
care
of
thy
holy
will
,
that
,
by
the
faithfulnesse
of
their
loues
vnto
thee
,
they
may
be
lights
of
good
life
vnto
thy
people
.
Blesse
all
the
Magistrates
,
not
only
of
this
place
,
but
wheresoeuer
,
with
a
good
and
dutifull
care
of
their
charge
committed
vnto
them
:
and
giue
me
,
in
the
grace
of
thy
holy
spirit
,
that
true
feeling
of
thy
goodnesse
,
that
in
the
sway
of
Iustice
,
I
may
not
swarue
from
thy
lawe
,
but
with
continuall
care
of
thy
will
,
I
may
so
discharge
the
duety
of
my
seruice
,
that
in
all
my
courses
I
may
seeke
to
glorifie
thy
holy
name
,
the
contentment
of
my
gratious
Soueraigne
,
and
the
benefit
of
this
,
thine
,
and
her
citie
.
Oh
gratious
GOD
,
holde
thy
hande
of
mercie
ouer
it
,
destroy
it
not
with
Sodome
and
Gomorrah
,
for
the
sinnes
that
raigne
in
it
:
but
like
Niniue
reforme
it
,
and
in
thy
mercie
,
preserue
it
:
make
many
good
gouernours
ouer
it
,
and
thy
people
obedient
vnto
authoritie
:
oh
gratious
God
,
encrease
the
happie
daies
of
our
gratious
Soueraigne
Queene
Elizabeth
,
not
as
thou
didst
Hezekiahs
,
with
fifteene
yeares
,
but
many
fifteens
:
continue
her
faithfull
,
and
honourable
Counsellours
,
this
and
all
her
cities
and
townes
,
discreete
and
carefull
Magistrates
,
and
euery
where
,
true
louing
&
obedient
subiects
:
preserue
not
only
this
city
,
but
the
whole
Realme
,
with
that
gratious
plentie
and
blessed
peace
,
wherein
it
now
liueth
,
and
giue
me
grace
to
my
vttermost
power
,
to
labour
for
the
preseruation
of
this
place
.
Oh
Lord
let
not
this
my
aduancement
make
me
vnthankfully
forget
thee
:
but
acknowledgeing
thy
goodnesse
,
be
euer
mindefull
of
thy
mercie
,
neither
let
the
pride
of
authoritie
,
the
masse
of
treasure
,
nor
any
worlds
felicitie
,
haue
power
to
draw
mee
from
thee
,
but
that
thankfully
accepting
thy
blessings
,
and
carefully
discharging
the
duty
of
thy
seruant
,
whensoeuer
it
shall
please
thee
to
call
mee
,
I
may
willingly
leaue
the
worlde
for
thy
loue
:
oh
god
heare
mee
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
be
thou
a
wall
vnto
this
citie
,
to
defende
it
from
foraine
force
,
and
blesse
it
with
that
ioyfull
peace
,
that
may
continue
the
concorde
of
thy
people
.
Graunt
this
oh
God
,
and
whatsoeuer
else
thy
glorious
Maiesty
,
in
thy
gratious
mercy
,
shall
thinke
needefull
for
mee
;
that
after
I
haue
passed
my
pilgrimage
in
this
vale
of
misery
,
I
may
by
the
merite
of
thy
mercy
,
obtaine
a
place
,
in
that
true
Paradise
,
where
,
with
thy
Saintes
and
Angels
,
in
the
traine
of
thy
beloued
,
though
the
least
in
thy
kingdome
,
in
thy
heauenly
Ierusalem
,
I
may
be
one
of
thy
blessed
citizens
,
where
in
the
ioy
of
my
soule
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
Another
for
the
Euening
.
OH
gratious
God
,
with
most
humble
,
thankfulnesse
to
thy
holy
glorious
Maiesty
,
for
thy
heauenly
preseruation
of
mee
,
this
day
,
and
all
the
daies
of
my
life
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
receiue
me
with
all
the
Magistrates
and
members
of
this
citie
,
into
the
heauenly
guard
of
thy
holy
grace
,
be
thou
a
continuall
watch
ouer
it
,
that
none
of
thy
people
doe
perish
in
it
:
awake
those
that
sleepe
in
their
sinnes
and
take
them
againe
vnto
thy
grace
,
confound
the
deuises
of
the
wicked
,
that
seeke
the
destruction
of
thy
people
.
Blesse
the
labours
of
the
vertuous
,
preserue
my
gratious
Soueraigne
,
and
withall
her
faithfull
Counsellours
,
and
louing
&
obedient
subiects
,
blesse
mee
and
my
house
,
make
vs
,
and
continue
vs
,
thy
humble
and
faithfull
obedient
seruants
,
and
in
the
peace
of
thy
mercie
,
receiue
vs
into
the
Almightie
hand
of
thy
holy
preseruation
;
that
waking
or
sleeping
,
vprising
,
downelying
,
going
forth
and
comming
in
,
being
preserued
by
thine
only
goodnesse
,
wee
may
glorifie
thy
holy
name
,
thorough
our
only
Lord
,
and
Sauiour
,
Iesus
Christ
.
Amen
.
O
Almighty
God
,
and
heauenly
father
,
from
the
hande
of
whose
onelie
bounty
floweth
the
Riuer
of
all
comfort
,
and
,
in
the
fountain
of
whose
grace
,
is
found
the
only
water
of
life
;
D
eternall
God
,
father
of
all
mercy
,
and
God
of
all
glory
,
who
knewest
mee
before
I
was
,
hast
made
me
that
I
am
,
and
art
not
ignorant
what
I
shall
be
,
in
the
worke
of
thine
only
will
,
to
the
only
glory
of
thy
holy
name
;
how
shall
I
vile
and
wretched
worme
of
this
earth
,
&
wicked
,
sinfull
creature
of
this
world
,
humble
my selfe
enough
at
the
feete
of
thy
mercy
,
to
offer
vp
vnto
thy
holy
Maiesty
,
with
the
teares
of
my
heart
,
the
sacrifice
of
my
soule
?
Sweete
Lord
,
I
am
foule
,
and
polluted
with
iniquitie
,
&
am
therfore
ashamed
to
come
before
thee
:
I
haue
beene
a
Rebell
to
thy
lawes
,
and
am
therfore
worthy
to
be
banished
from
thy
presence
:
Yea
,
I
haue
so
delighted
in
sinne
,
that
I
am
afraide
of
thy
iudgement
.
Oh
Lord
,
I
am
full
of
feare
,
my
sinnes
are
before
mee
,
my
conscience
doth
condemne
me
,
and
thy
Iustice
falleth
heauily
vpon
mee
,
and
whither
then
shall
I
fly
to
helpe
mee
?
if
to
heauen
,
I
knowe
the
Aungels
will
abhorre
mee
,
if
to
the
worlde
,
it
will
but
further
infect
mee
,
and
if
to
hell
,
it
will
but
torment
mee
.
Is
there
then
no
helpe
for
me
?
Yes
sweet
Lord
:
in
iudgement
hath
Iustice
her
grace
,
but
in
mercie
hath
Iustice
her
glorie
:
in
the
glorie
therefore
of
thy
mercie
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
looke
vpon
me
:
of
nothing
thou
madest
me
,
&
being
worse
then
nothing
without
thee
,
let
me
ioy
in
nothing
but
thee
:
be
thou
the
strength
of
my
hart
against
the
enemies
of
my
soule
,
and
the
life
of
my
loue
in
the
ioy
of
my
spirit
;
that
,
being
defended
by
thy
mighty
arme
,
and
preserued
by
thy
holie
spirite
,
in
the
gladnesse
of
my
hart
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
MOst
mercifull
,
and
Almighty
glorious
euerliuing
and
euerlouing
God
,
the
comfort
of
thy
sorowfull
,
the
ioye
of
thy
faithfull
,
&
life
of
thy
beloued
,
heare
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
the
humble
praiers
,
of
a
penitent
sinner
,
from
the
high
Throane
of
thy
holy
mercy
,
cast
one
good
looke
of
thy
comfortable
pitty
,
vpon
the
wounded
soule
of
thy
vnworthy
seruant
.
O
deere
Lord
,
thou
knowest
my
sins
,
and
my
sorrows
are
not
hid
from
thee
:
what
shall
I
doe
to
be
ridde
of
this
foule
euil
?
no
Surgeon
can
launce
it
,
Phisicke
can
cure
it
,
nor
salue
can
heale
it
.
Oh
the
wounde
of
sinne
,
that
corrupteth
the
heart
,
cankreth
the
flesh
,
and
eates
into
the
very
soule
:
is
there
no
way
to
kill
it
?
shall
thy
seruant
liue
in
it
?
and
his
life
die
in
it
?
sweete
Lord
say
no
,
for
thou
only
canst
say
no
:
thou
hast
conquered
the
author
of
it
,
thou
hast
a
remedy
against
it
,
&
canst
wholly
consume
it
:
sweete
Christ
therefore
,
that
knowest
my
hurte
,
&
hast
my
helpe
,
heare
my
cry
,
&
send
me
comfort
▪
in
thine
vnspeake
able
goodnesse
looke
mercifully
vpon
me
,
with
one
droppe
of
thy
deare
blood
,
wash
me
cleane
from
my
iniquities
,
with
one
spark
of
thy
grace
,
enter
into
my
soule
,
and
rebuke
the
wicked
fiend
that
he
follow
me
no
more
:
saue
me
out
of
the
the
claws
of
the
serpent
,
keepe
from
the
assaults
of
the
diuell
,
and
deliuer
mee
from
the
malice
of
the
wicked
:
Let
me
humbly
seeke
thee
,
truely
finde
thee
,
faithfully
loue
thee
,
and
continually
liue
to
thee
:
make
mee
hate
the
worlde
for
thy
loue
,
and
forsake
my selfe
to
follow
thee
:
dissolue
me
intoteares
,
to
fill
the
bottle
of
thy
mercie
,
consume
me
into
sighs
to
make
a
sacrifice
to
thy
glory
,
make
me
nothing
my
selfe
to
be
wholly
thy
seruant
:
do
with
me
what
thou
wilt
▪
so
I
may
be
to
thy
holy
will
,
Let
me
die
to
sinne
,
&
liue
to
grace
,
that
in
the
true
fruits
of
repentance
,
I
may
glorifie
thy
holy
name
:
and
in
the
ioy
of
my
soule
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
O
most
mercifull
and
almighty
God
,
Lord
of
all
comfort
,
loue
,
and
life
,
in
whose
holy
sight
is
no
mārighteous
,
whose
wrath
no
man
is
able
to
abide
,
&
whose
power
no
man
is
able
to
resist
:
O
glorious
king
,
before
the
feete
of
whose
eternall
maiestie
,
the
very
Angels
doe
tremble
,
the
powers
of
Heauen
doe
shake
,
and
the
mountaines
are
readie
to
melt
,
how
shal
this
sinfull
and
wretched
soule
of
mine
,
that
with
so
many
horrible
sinnes
hath
offended
the
glory
of
thine
vnspeakeable
goodnes
,
presume
before
the
seate
of
thy
sacred
pittie
,
with
the
least
hope
of
thy
mercy
.
In
my selfe
is
nothing
but
sin
,
&
ini
quity
,
both
hatefull
in
thy
sight
:
to
my
sin
belongeth
nothing
but
horror
&
confusion
,
by
the
iudgement
of
thy
vnpartiall
iustice
:
and
how
then
can
I
looke
for
any
thing
in
my selfe
,
but
hel
,
&
damnation
!
Dear
god
,
I
confesse
vnto
thy
diuine
Maiestie
,
such
is
the
nature
of
my
corruption
,
as
giues
me
no
other
expectation
,
whiles
I
looke
vpon
mine
owne
desert
:
but
when
againe
,
with
the
humble
eye
of
a
penitent
heart
,
I
beholde
the
bleeding
wounds
of
the
blessed
bodie
of
thy
dearely
beloued
sonne
Iesus
Christ
,
and
see
in
his
merite
a
present
helpe
for
all
my
hurte
,
in
his
death
,
my
life
,
and
in
his
loue
,
my
eternall
consolation
;
how
can
I
despaire
of
one
droppe
of
comfort
?
where
I
see
a
fountaine
of
so
much
grace
,
as
quencheth
the
thirst
of
all
that
come
vnto
it
,
ioyeth
the
harts
of
all
that
taste
of
it
,
and
reuiueth
the
soules
of
all
that
drinke
of
it
:
No
,
my
deare
Lord
,
in
him
alone
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
looke
vpon
mee
,
in
his
woundes
let
me
hide
me
,
till
in
his
merite
,
thy
mercie
heale
mee
:
I
dare
not
speake
to
thee
:
let
him
onely
speake
for
me
,
beholde
his
goodnesse
,
and
not
my
wickednesse
,
looke
on
him
that
hath
pleased
thee
,
and
for
his
sake
forget
mee
that
haue
offended
thee
:
it
is
I
that
haue
deserued
death
for
my
sinnes
;
but
it
is
he
that
hath
dyed
for
them
;
and
since
hee
hath
satisfied
thy
iustice
,
in
him
let
mee
begge
mercy
:
mercy
good
Lord
,
Lord
of
all
mercy
be
merciful
vnto
me
,
in
Christ
his
passion
forgiue
mee
,
in
his
loue
looke
vpon
me
,
let
his
bloode
wash
mee
cleane
from
my
sins
,
and
his
kindnesse
be
a
Mediatour
for
my
comfort
▪
that
,
being
by
him
redeemed
to
thy
seruice
,
I
may
in
his
loue
,
liue
to
thy
glorie
,
and
in
the
comfort
of
thy
holy
spirite
,
in
the
blessing
of
his
merit
,
and
ioy
of
thy
mercie
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
holie
Maiestie
,
the
eternall
Halleluiah
.
Amen
.
O
Blessed
Lord
,
father
of
all
goodnesse
&
mercie
,
who
seest
the
very
thoughts
of
men
,
before
they
be
effected
,
and
knowest
the
world
before
it
was
created
;
O
incomprehensible
GOD
,
whose
vnsearchable
wisdome
is
vnspeakeable
in
all
goodnesse
,
who
hast
made
the
heauens
for
thy
beloued
,
and
beholdest
on
earth
the
teares
of
thy
afflicted
;
who
onely
canst
doe
all
things
at
thy
good
pleasure
,
&
art
plesed
in
nothing
but
goodnes
:
sweete
Lord
that
hast
mercy
ouer
al
thy
works
and
art
the
onelie
worker
of
all
mercie
,
who
hast
commaunded
al
to
come
vnto
thee
,
hearest
all
that
cry
vnto
thee
,
and
helpest
all
that
trust
in
thee
;
deare
god
among
the
humble
heartes
of
those
penitent
soules
,
that
,
with
the
teares
of
true
repentance
,
in
the
faith
of
thy
sonnes
merit
,
fly
onely
to
thy
sacred
mercy
,
I
most
humbly
beseech
thee
,
vouchsafe
thy
gratious
eare
,
to
the
grieuous
complainte
of
my
tormented
spirit
:
oh
Lord
,
that
hast
enlightened
my
soule
with
the
shining
beames
of
thy
grace
,
that
hath
taken
awaie
the
scales
from
mine
eyes
,
that
would
not
let
mee
see
the
heauen
of
thy
holy
loue
,
hast
,
in
the
pretious
blood
of
thy
deare
beloued
sonne
Iesus
,
cleansed
mee
from
my
sinnes
,
and
in
the
sweetenes
of
thy
loue
giuen
me
a
taste
of
thy selfe
,
hast
reformed
my
soule
to
thy
seruice
,
&
anewe
moulded
my
minde
to
thy
mercy
,
sweete
Lord
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
let
not
all
this
good
be
lost
in
me
,
that
thou
hast
done
for
me
;
giue
mee
not
ouer
to
my selfe
,
that
sinne
doe
not
ouercome
me
,
but
keepe
mee
so
vnder
thy
winges
,
that
no
wicked
spirit
may
haue
power
ouer
mee
.
Thou
knowest
my
temptations
,
oh
deliuer
me
from
them
:
rebuke
those
wicked
spirits
,
that
I
may
be
ridde
of
them
,
and
confound
their
illusions
,
that
I
be
not
deceiued
by
them
.
O
Lord
consider
my
miseries
,
I
am
a
wretched
sinner
,
dust
and
ashes
,
f●●
of
nothing
but
corruption
,
weaknes
&
iniquity
,
&
thou
art
a
glorious
God
,
spirit
&
life
,
creator
of
al
confort
,
&
only
ful
of
al
power
,
goodnes
,
&
glory
:
sweet
Lord
therfore
in
thy
pitty
looke
vpon
me
,
make
me
strong
in
thee
,
that
am
weak
in
my selfe
,
wise
in
thee
,
that
am
foolish
in
my selfe
,
&
holy
in
thee
,
that
am
wicked
in
my selfe
;
be
merciful
vnto
me
,
&
helpe
mee
,
plague
them
that
seeke
the
hurt
of
mysoule
,
&
confound
them
that
seeke
to
drawe
me
from
thy
loue
.
From
the
loue
of
this
worlde
,
from
the
delight
of
sinne
,
and
from
the
assaults
of
the
diuell
,
good
Lord
deliuer
mee
:
from
presumptuous
sinnes
,
and
despaire
of
thy
mercy
,
sweete
Iesu
preserue
mee
.
Hate
me
not
for
my
sinnes
,
but
pittie
mee
for
thy selfe
;
oh
saue
me
,
for
I
am
thy
seruant
:
beholde
the
sorrowes
of
my
soule
,
I
haue
roared
for
the
very
disquiet
of
my
heart
;
oh
blesse
mee
with
the
peace
of
thy
holie
spirite
,
that
I
may
sing
to
the
glory
of
thy
mercy
.
Amen
.
O
Blessed
God
,
father
of
all
power
,
mercy
,
&
comfort
,
whose
graces
are
infinite
,
and
whose
glory
is
vnspeakeable
:
O
God
of
all
goodnesse
,
who
canst
not
be
but
good
,
whose
goodnesse
is
almighty
,
&
whose
power
is
ful
of
mercy
:
sweet
Lord
that
seest
the
misery
of
man
,
without
the
comfort
of
thy
grace
,
the
weakenes
of
man
,
without
the
assistance
of
thy
holy
spirit
,
and
the
sorrowe
of
man
,
without
the
ioy
of
thy
loue
,
let
not
the
burthen
of
sinne
,
lie
so
heauie
vpon
the
wounded
conscience
of
thy
wretched
creature
,
that
harty
praiers
may
obtain
no
hearing
,
true
repentance
may
gaine
no
comfort
,
nor
bitter
teares
moue
any
compassion
;
let
not
the
wicked
fiend
so
haunt
the
soule
of
a
sinner
,
that
he
haue
no
thought
of
thy
grace
:
let
not
the
cares
of
this
world
,
the
feare
of
death
,
the
sorrow
of
sinne
,
nor
the
suggestion
of
the
diuell
driue
him
into
despaire
of
thy
mercy
:
looke
on
him
whome
thou
hast
made
,
hear
him
whom
thou
hast
called
,
and
saue
him
whom
thou
hast
redeemed
,
heale
the
heart
that
is
wounded
,
and
comforte
the
soule
that
is
full
of
sorrowe
;
in
thy
power
fight
for
mee
against
the
enemy
that
doth
assault
my
soule
,
in
thy
goodnesse
cure
me
of
thei
ll
wherwith
he
hath
infected
mee
,
and
in
thy
mercie
defende
mee
from
the
temptations
,
wherewith
hee
seeketh
to
destroy
mee
.
Thou
art
my
life
,
oh
let
mee
liue
in
thee
:
thou
art
my
loue
,
let
me
neuer
be
from
thee
:
thou
art
my
Lord
,
let
me
liue
but
to
thee
:
thou
art
my
God
,
oh
let
mee
euer
be
with
thee
:
I
haue
sinned
,
and
woe
is
mee
,
but
I
am
sory
,
&
well
is
mee
:
for
in
the
sorrowe
of
my
sinne
,
is
my
hope
of
thy
mercie
,
and
in
the
hope
of
thy
mercie
,
is
the
ioy
of
my
soule
.
Thou
biddest
mee
repent
,
and
I
shall
haue
mercie
,
aske
,
and
I
shall
haue
,
knocke
,
and
it
shall
be
opened
vnto
mee
:
O
my
deare
God
,
with
the
deepe
sighes
of
vnfained
sorrowe
,
and
the
true
teares
of
my
hearts
repentance
,
haue
I
knocked
at
the
gates
of
thy
gratious
mercie
,
begging
an
almes
from
the
hand
of
thy
blessed
bountie
,
one
crumme
of
comfort
from
the
table
of
thy
mercie
,
one
looke
of
pittie
from
the
eye
of
thy
loue
,
one
droppe
of
thy
bloode
to
cleanse
mee
from
my
sinnes
,
one
droppe
of
thy
grace
to
feede
the
lampe
of
my
loue
,
and
one
looke
of
thy
loue
to
make
me
liue
for
euer
.
Sweete
Iesu
seeme
not
deafe
to
me
,
who
hearest
all
that
cry
vnto
thee
,
but
open
the
gates
of
thy
mercie
,
and
let
in
the
soule
of
thy
vnworthy
seruant
:
that
being
rauished
with
the
ioy
of
thy
presencc
,
I
may
sing
aloude
,
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
O
Most
mercifull
God
,
the
fountaine
of
all
goodnesse
,
and
glorie
of
mercie
,
who
seest
the
ioyes
of
the
soule
,
that
is
touched
with
the
finger
of
thy
loue
,
and
knowest
the
sorrowes
of
the
heart
,
that
languisheth
in
the
griefe
of
thy
displeasure
:
I
humbly
beseech
thee
haue
mercy
vpon
the
afflicted
spirite
of
thy
poore
vnworthy
creature
:
who
sometime
is
rauished
with
the
admiration
of
thy
goodnesse
,
but
no
sooner
falleth
from
the
hande
of
thy
mercie
,
but
is
readie
through
the
illusion
of
sinne
,
to
drowne
in
the
sea
of
iniquitie
;
where
,
how
deepe
are
the
sorrowes
of
the
repentant
,
let
thy
seruant
Peter
be
a
witnesse
.
But
,
what
is
a
plant
,
that
hath
no
earth
to
growe
in
?
What
is
a
fish
that
hath
no
water
to
swimme
in
?
what
is
the
heart
that
hath
no
loue
to
liue
in
?
and
what
is
the
soule
,
that
hath
not
thy
spirite
to
ioy
in
?
Oh
,
when
thy
seruant
Peter
was
rauished
,
in
the
sweetenesse
of
his
ioy
,
he
forgat
the
greatnesse
of
thy
goodnesse
▪
when
presuming
of
his
owne
power
,
he
remembred
not
the
gift
of
thy
grace
:
who
then
saide
,
hee
would
die
for
thy
loue
,
but
shortly
after
denyed
thee
,
&
thy
loue
:
in
the
feeling
time
of
thy
loue
,
death
was
sweete
to
his
imagination
,
but
in
the
withdrawing
time
of
thy
mercy
,
life
was
sweet
to
his
corruption
;
in
the
ioyfull
time
of
thy
loue
,
hee
was
like
a
plant
that
florished
by
the
river
side
,
who
,
in
the
ground
of
thy
grace
did
prosper
with
the
deaw
of
thy
mercy
:
but
no
sooner
fell
from
the
blessing
of
thy
holy
spirit
▪
but
he
was
like
a
blasted
stock
,
that
loosing
his
sap
was
ready
to
be
cut
down
,
&
cast
into
the
ster
:
but
sweete
Lord
,
thou
didst
tel
him
his
folly
,
&
correct
him
for
his
fault
:
thou
shewedst
him
his
weaknesse
,
and
thou
gauest
him
strength
,
he
loued
thee
,
&
thou
knewst
it
;
yet
he
forgot
thee
and
thou
sawest
it
;
but
how
sweetly
didst
thou
deale
with
him
?
Thou
didst
loue
him
euer
,
&
didst
leaue
him
but
for
a
while
.
Thou
keptst
sap
in
the
roote
,
that
made
the
tree
to
flourish
,
and
to
bringe
forth
much
fruite
:
yea
to
him
,
who
had
thrust
himselfe
out
of
Paradise
,
thou
gauest
the
keies
of
heauen
gates
.
Howe
greate
then
is
thy
goodnesse
?
that
forgiuing
offences
,
wilt
ioy
the
hearte
with
such
gladnesse
.
Sweete
Christ
,
thou
sawest
his
sorrow
with
his
sinne
,
and
setting
the
one
against
the
other
,
diddest
cure
him
of
both
;
his
words
were
heinous
in
denying
of
thee
:
but
his
teares
were
bitter
that
hee
shedde
for
thee
:
when
thy
hande
of
mercie
wiping
away
that
one
,
would
not
let
thee
looke
on
the
other
:
Such
was
thy
regarde
of
his
loue
,
as
put
his
sinnes
out
of
thy
remembrance
.
O
sweete
Iesu
,
is
thy
mercie
closed
vp
into
so
narrowe
a
compasse
,
that
only
Peter
hath
the
benefit
of
thy
blessing
?
No
,
my
dear
loue
,
I
know
thou
art
almighty
,
all
good
,
&
all
glorious
:
thy
mercie
is
ouer
all
thy
workes
▪
and
I
am
one
of
them
whom
thou
hast
made
:
thou
camest
to
call
sinners
to
repentance
,
and
with
confession
of
mine
vnrighteousnesse
,
I
cry
vnto
thee
for
mercy
:
thine
eares
are
open
vnto
all
,
and
therefore
I
know
thou
wilt
heare
me
,
thine
eyes
beholde
all
things
,
&
therefore
I
know
,
with
my
sins
my
sorrowes
are
not
hid
from
thee
:
thou
art
good
to
all
that
trust
in
thee
,
and
therefore
my
hope
is
onely
in
thee
:
but
where
Peter
denied
thee
once
,
I
haue
denyed
thee
too
often
,
&
where
he
repented
in
tears
,
I
haue
continued
in
sins
,
he
therfore
obtained
mercy
,
&
I
haue
deserued
punishment
:
but
yet
at
what
time
soeuer
a
sinner
repenteth
him
of
his
from
the
bottom
of
his
hart
,
thou
hast
promised
,
sweete
Lord
,
that
thou
wilt
put
all
his
wickednesse
out
of
thy
remembrance
:
thy
promise
is
trueth
,
&
thy
truthe
can
not
faile
,
and
therefore
in
the
faith
of
thy
trueth
,
with
the
teares
of
sorrowe
I
fly
to
the
comfort
of
thy
mercy
:
I
dare
not
boast
of
my
loue
,
my
soule
hath
beene
so
blotted
with
iniquitie
;
but
cry
in
the
sorrowe
of
my
sinne
,
O
lord
thinke
vpon
mee
in
thy
mercie
,
and
though
I
be
not
Peter
,
yet
be
thou
Christ
.
I
come
not
to
him
to
be
let
in
at
thy
gates
,
but
cry
vnto
thee
for
the
comfort
of
thy
mercie
,
most
humbly
beseeching
thee
,
to
forgiue
me
my
wickednesse
,
and
to
inspire
mee
with
thy
goodnesse
;
that
if
I
slide
,
yet
I
may
not
greatly
fall
,
but
in
the
feeling
of
thy
mercie
,
I
may
lay
downe
my
life
in
thy
loue
,
and
in
the
comfort
of
such
grace
,
giue
thee
wholly
the
glory
:
let
no
cocke
crowe
at
my
deniall
of
thee
,
but
the
Angels
reioyce
at
my
confession
of
thee
:
yea
let
my
soule
be
so
rauished
with
the
loue
of
thee
,
that
I
may
ioy
in
nothinge
but
thee
,
and
in
the
ioyfull
ioy
of
my
soule
,
sing
to
thee
,
the
onely
true
,
due
,
and
eternall
Halleluiah
.
Amen
.
BLessed
Lord
,
and
Lord
of
al
blessednesse
,
father
of
all
mercy
,
and
God
of
all
goodnesse
,
who
out
of
the
aboundance
of
thy
heauenly
store
,
dost
enrich
the
soules
of
thy
belooued
seruantes
,
and
sufferest
none
to
perish
,
that
put
their
trust
in
thy
mercie
,
looke
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
vpon
the
miserable
neede
of
my
distressed
soule
,
which
pining
thoroughe
the
wante
of
thy
grace
,
cryeth
vnto
the
glorie
of
thy
pitty
;
Merciful
Lord
,
be
mercifull
vnto
me
,
the
sorrowes
of
my
hart
are
enlarged
,
oh
bring
thou
me
out
of
my
troubles
:
many
are
the
sorrowes
,
that
I
endure
,
but
most
in
the
cold
feeling
of
thy
comfort
;
for
,
when
I
faine
would
seeke
after
thee
,
the
cares
of
this
worlde
,
the
corruption
of
the
flesh
,
and
the
illusions
of
the
diuell
are
readie
to
drawe
mee
from
thee
:
in
thy
word
I
haue
beene
vnfaithfull
,
for
thy
blessings
vnthankefull
,
and
if
thy
seruice
vndutifull
:
if
thou
correct
me
,
I
am
vnpatient
,
if
thou
forbeare
me
,
I
am
vngratious
,
and
in
thou
entreate
mee
,
I
am
vnkinde
.
Thus
euery
way
,
wo
is
me
,
I
am
so
full
of
iniqnitie
,
that
goodnesse
hath
almost
no
place
in
me
:
sinne
hath
taken
such
holde
vpon
mee
,
that
despaire
hath
almost
possest
mee
;
but
yet
sweete
Lord
,
if
thou
but
touch
the
heart
,
al
the
bodie
wil
haue
health
,
and
if
it
please
thee
to
comfort
the
soule
,
how
can
the
heart
be
agrieued
▪
O
deare
God
,
at
thy
rebuke
the
windes
were
downe
,
the
waues
were
calme
,
the
ship
was
safe
,
and
thy
disciples
were
ioyfull
:
at
the
touch
of
thy
finger
,
the
blinde
receiued
their
sight
,
and
at
the
sounde
of
thy
voice
,
a
legion
of
diuels
ranne
away
.
O
Lord
,
all
power
is
in
thy
will
,
and
all
glorie
is
in
thy
mercie
:
in
thy
glorious
mercie
therefore
I
humbly
beseech
thee
looke
vpon
me
,
deliuer
me
from
the
troubles
that
in
the
depth
of
sorrow
seeke
the
drowning
of
my
soule
,
touch
the
eyes
of
my
heart
with
the
finger
of
thy
mercie
,
that
beholding
the
glorie
of
thy
goodnesse
,
it
may
humble
it selfe
to
thy
seruice
,
and
driue
from
mee
all
those
wicked
Spirites
,
that
doe
hourely
torment
mee
with
temptations
:
O
Lord
thou
knowest
my
heart
,
&
hast
seene
my
soule
in
aduersities
:
thou
hast
euer
been
my
comfort
in
my
troubles
;
oh
leaue
mee
not
to
the
will
of
mine
aduersaries
.
O
deare
God
,
thou
hast
created
mee
for
thy selfe
,
and
wilt
thou
not
knowe
mee
in
thy selfe
▪
Thou
hast
redeemed
me
by
thy selfe
,
and
wilt
thou
put
mee
from
thy selfe
?
yea
thou
hast
comforted
me
with
thy
selfe
,
and
wilt
thou
not
take
mee
to
thy selfe
?
yes
,
my
sweete
Lord
,
though
sinne
hath
wounded
mee
,
thy
mercie
can
heale
mee
,
and
thy
word
doth
assure
mee
,
that
thou
wilt
haue
mercie
vpon
mee
▪
thy
blood
is
not
so
dry
,
but
thou
hast
one
droppe
for
my
comfort
.
Thou
art
the
good
sheepeheard
▪
that
wilt
loose
none
of
thy
flocke
,
and
thou
art
alwaies
with
mee
,
for
thy
right
hand
doth
vphold
me
:
great
are
my
troubles
,
but
thou
canst
deliuer
me
out
of
al
:
yea
in
the
midst
of
my
calamities
,
thy
rod
and
thy
staffe
doe
comfort
mee
:
Sweete
Lord
,
therefore
beholde
my
confession
,
and
accept
my
submission
,
forgiue
mee
my
sinnes
,
and
comfort
mee
with
thy
graces
,
strengthen
my
faith
,
and
blesse
my
beliefe
in
thee
:
humble
my
soule
in
thy
mercie
,
and
let
mee
not
bee
vndutifull
in
thy
seruice
:
make
me
thankefull
in
the
labour
of
my
loue
,
vnto
the
mercie
of
thy
holie
Maiestie
;
giue
mee
patience
in
thy
correction
,
repentance
in
thy
forbearance
,
and
true
ioy
but
in
thy
loue
:
so
being
wholly
wrought
vnto
thee
,
longing
euer
for
thee
,
and
ioying
onely
in
thee
,
I
may
most
ioyfully
sing
with
thy
seruant
Dauid
;
The
Lord
is
the
portion
of
mine
inheritance
.
Goe
the
worlde
to
whom̄e
it
will
,
my
soule
,
ioy
thou
onely
in
the
Lord
,
knowing
that
hee
hath
giuen
himselfe
to
the
crosse
for
thy
comfort
:
him
onely
loue
,
him
onely
serue
,
and
to
him
onely
giue
all
glory
,
worlde
without
end
.
Amen
.
BE
mercifull
vnto
mee
,
O
God
,
be
merciful
vnto
me
,
for
man
goeth
about
to
deuoure
me
,
he
is
dailie
fighting
,
and
troubling
me
:
so
many
are
the
occasions
of
euill
that
drawe
mee
from
thee
,
that
I
knowe
not
almost
how
to
come
to
thee
:
yet
sweete
Lord
,
though
I
am
fearefull
of
thy
displeasure
,
I
despaire
not
of
thy
mercie
;
for
though
thou
awest
thy
children
,
yet
dost
thou
not
terrifie
thy
seruants
,
&
whom
once
thou
hast
chosen
,
they
can
neuer
be
forsaken
:
for
thou
art
the
comfort
of
the
afflicted
,
and
the
ioy
of
thy
sorrowfull
:
and
therefore
in
the
sorrowe
of
my
soule
doe
I
flie
onelie
to
thee
to
thy
mercy
,
for
my
confort
:
thou
cleansest
their
eyes
,
that
wold
,
&
cannot
see
thee
,
thou
openest
their
ears
,
that
would
&
can
not
heare
thee
:
yea
,
thou
strengthenest
their
faith
that
confes
their
vnbelief
vnto
thee
▪
O
lord
therfore
of
thy
goodnesse
,
cleare
my
blindnes
,
that
haue
wandred
awry
from
the
way
of
thy
▪
holy
will
,
heale
me
of
my
deafenesse
,
that
haue
too
long
harkened
vnto
the
follies
of
the
world
,
&
strengthen
my
beliefe
,
that
hath
bin
too
weake
in
thy
holy
word
:
so
shall
mine
eies
be
euer
looking
towards
thee
,
mine
eares
shal
be
delighted
with
the
hearing
of
thy
voice
,
and
my
soule
shal
reioyce
in
the
faith
of
thy
mercie
:
yea
my
hart
shall
loue
thee
,
and
my
lips
shal
praise
thee
:
hear
me
therefore
sweet
Lord
&
helpe
me
,
haue
mercy
vpon
mee
,
&
bring
me
out
of
my
troubles
,
that
in
the
rest
of
thy
mercy
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
MY
God
,
my
God
,
looke
vpon
mee
take
not
vengeance
of
my
sins
,
but
spare
mee
whom
thou
hast
redremed
with
thy
most
pretious
bloode
,
and
be
not
angry
with
mee
for
euer
:
so
many
are
the
sorrowes
that
compasse
mee
in
on
euery
side
,
as
without
the
greater
feeling
of
thy
mercy
,
wil
confound
the
hope
of
my
comfort
.
O
sweete
Lord
,
I
goe
mourning
all
the
day
long
,
and
all
with
feare
of
thy
displeasure
,
which
I
confesse
I
haue
deserued
,
&
therfore
am
iustly
punished
;
but
sweete
father
haue
mercie
vpon
mee
,
beholde
the
teares
of
true
repentance
,
that
in
the
bitternesse
of
vnfained
sorrow
,
in
the
humilitie
of
my
soule
,
cry
vnto
thy
blessed
patience
for
one
droppe
of
thy
pittie
:
louing
father
,
looke
vpon
mee
,
and
stroake
mee
with
the
hand
of
thy
confort
,
whom
thou
hast
stricken
,
with
the
rodd
of
thy
correction
:
chide
but
be
not
angry
,
let
not
thy
wrath
burne
like
fire
,
that
art
so
glorious
in
thy
mercie
:
turne
thy
face
from
my
sinnes
,
and
blot
out
all
mine
iniquities
out
of
thy
remembrance
,
out
of
the
hel
of
my
miseries
,
take
mee
to
the
heauen
of
thy
mercies
:
let
mee
feele
thy
louing
kindnesse
in
the
morning
,
that
I
may
sing
all
day
of
thy
goodnesse
:
woe
is
mee
that
euer
I
swarued
from
thee
,
and
well
onely
were
it
with
me
,
if
I
could
euer
be
with
thee
:
O
God
of
all
perfection
haue
patience
with
my
corruption
,
O
Lord
of
all
goodnesse
forgiue
mee
my
wickednesse
,
and
O
king
of
all
glorie
,
comfort
me
with
one
crumme
of
thy
mercie
:
thou
hast
created
mee
in
thy
power
,
redeemed
mee
in
thy
loue
,
and
in
thy
holy
spirite
sanctified
mee
;
and
wilt
thou
now
forsake
mee
,
that
hast
done
all
this
good
for
mee
▪
No
,
sweety
Lord
,
thou
art
wise
,
and
knowest
what
is
meete
for
me
;
though
I
knowe
not
what
is
good
for
my selfe
;
but
,
sweete
Lord
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
helpe
mine
ignorance
,
and
make
mee
to
knowe
what
is
conuenient
for
mee
,
in
thy
holy
will
,
that
thou
chastenest
,
whom
thou
louest
,
and
therefore
I
may
take
comfort
in
thy
correction
:
that
scourges
are
but
trials
of
thy
loue
,
where
patience
is
a
blessing
of
thy
mercie
;
while
faith
is
neuer
destitute
of
comfort
,
that
is
laid
vp
for
euer
in
thy
loue
:
thus
deare
Lord
I
humbly
beseech
thee
to
deale
with
thy
vnworthy
seruant
,
that
if
I
be
plagued
with
Iob
,
I
may
haue
patience
with
Iob
,
if
I
haue
Paules
troubles
,
I
may
haue
Pauls
faith
,
and
Pauls
loue
:
so
in
the
feeling
of
my
ioyes
wil
my
sorrows
be
forgotten
,
and
in
the
ioy
of
thy
loue
shall
I
reioyce
for
euermore
:
but
,
my
deare
Lord
,
Iob
was
a
iust
man
,
and
feared
to
offend
thee
,
&
I
am
a
wicked
wretch
that
haue
not
feared
to
displease
thee
:
Paul
was
faithful
thorough
thy
grace
,
and
I
am
fearefull
through
my
sinne
,
and
therefore
their
troubles
turned
to
their
ioyes
,
while
my
punishments
are
continuall
torments
:
yet
sweete
Lord
Iesu
,
I
can
not
so
forget
thee
,
but
I
must
needes
come
to
thee
;
and
though
ashamed
to
come
before
thee
,
yet
behinde
thee
,
to
touch
the
hemme
of
thy
garment
:
I
haue
beene
vnfaithfull
,
oh
helpe
my
vnbeliefe
,
and
in
the
sweetenesse
of
thy
mercie
,
shewe
the
greatnesse
of
thy
glorie
:
thou
sauedst
Peter
from
drowning
in
the
sea
,
oh
saue
me
from
sinking
into
sinne
,
thou
sauedst
Daniel
in
the
Lyons
denne
,
oh
saue
mee
from
the
mouthes
of
my
Lyonishe
enemies
,
thou
tookest
Ionas
out
of
the
Whales
belly
,
oh
take
mee
out
of
the
whale
of
this
hellish
world
:
thou
sauest
all
that
trust
in
thee
,
oh
saue
mee
that
trust
onely
but
in
thee
:
in
thee
sweete
Lord
,
the
onely
life
of
my
loue
,
&
whole
ioy
of
my
heart
▪
heare
me
therfore
,
I
beseech
thee
,
and
in
thy
mercie
helpe
me
▪
among
the
number
of
thy
elected
,
let
mee
be
one
of
thy
belooued
,
that
in
the
traine
of
thine
Aungels
,
though
the
least
in
thy
kingdome
,
yet
in
the
ioy
of
my
soule
I
may
sing
to
thy
glorie
.
Amen
.
ETernall
power
of
eternall
peace
,
holy
,
and
almightie
glorie
of
incomprehensible
Maiesty
,
most
mercifull
and
only
good
God
,
who
hast
made
all
thinges
by
thy
power
,
by
thy
mercie
preseruest
them
,
and
by
thy
wisdome
dost
gouern
them
,
sweete
Lord
,
deare
life
▪
liuing
loue
,
who
hast
created
all
thinges
for
man
,
and
man
only
for
thy
seruice
;
who
lettest
nothing
be
idle
that
may
worke
to
thy
glory
,
and
art
thyselfe
euer
in
working
to
the
only
glorie
of
thy
goodnesse
,
who
causest
the
windes
to
blowe
,
the
clowdes
to
raine
,
and
the
earth
to
giue
her
increase
,
and
all
for
the
seruice
of
man
,
and
him
only
,
aboue
all
creatures
thou
hast
blessed
with
reason
to
iudge
betwixt
good
and
euill
,
and
hauing
gouernment
ouer
all
things
on
earth
,
to
be
gouerned
only
by
thy
most
gratious
goodnesse
;
sweete
Lord
,
that
seest
the
very
senselesse
creatures
all
in
their
natures
,
holde
the
due
of
their
obedience
,
in
their
seruice
to
thy
glorie
,
onely
man
,
to
whom
the
mercie
of
thy
holie
Maiystie
,
hath
giuen
a
spirit
of
higher
blessing
,
wherwith
to
glorify
thy
holy
goodnesse
,
and
for
that
thou
hast
done
for
him
,
askest
nothing
,
but
to
acknowledge
thy
bounty
,
and
to
giue
thankes
to
thy
glory
yet
seest
how
this
creature
of
thy
loue
,
framed
nearest
to
thine
owne
image
,
in
forgetfulnesse
of
thy
grace
,
is
become
vnthankfull
to
thy
glorie
,
giues
ear
to
illusions
breaks
thy
commaundement
,
and
runnes
headlong
to
destruction
,
without
the
greater
holde
of
thy
mercie
,
yet
in
that
thou
hatest
nothing
that
thou
hast
made
,
delightest
not
in
the
death
of
a
sinner
,
but
art
glorious
in
thy
mercy
,
sweete
Iesu
,
suffer
not
Sathan
,
nor
any
wicked
spirit
,
so
to
gouerne
in
the
worlde
,
as
to
drawe
thy
people
from
thee
:
but
blesse
them
with
thy
holy
spirite
,
that
they
may
knowe
thee
for
and
all
the
creatures
therein
power
to
giue
their
encrease
,
yea
and
themselues
to
the
seruice
of
man
,
giue
him
power
in
the
humilitie
of
his
soule
,
and
thankfulnesse
of
heart
,
to
giue
thy
gratious
Maiesty
,
some
fruits
of
thy
blessing
,
yea
&
with
all
that
he
hath
to
giue
himselfe
wholly
to
thy
ser
who
was
made
only
by
thee
and
for
thee
.
Let
him
not
liue
in
corruption
,
that
was
framed
in
perfection
;
thou
art
his
GOD
,
and
hee
is
thy
creature
,
thou
art
his
father
,
make
him
thy
childe
,
thou
art
his
Lord
,
keepe
him
thy
seruant
,
thou
art
his
euer
life
,
oh
let
him
not
die
for
euer
:
no
creature
on
earth
,
that
liueth
only
to
it selfe
,
but
all
to
thy
glorie
,
and
shall
onely
man
liue
onely
to
himselfe
,
and
so
be
vnthankfull
to
thy
goodnesse
?
sweete
Lord
forbid
,
hatefull
be
that
nature
of
iniquitie
,
that
draweth
man
out
of
Paradise
,
and
throweth
him
headlong
into
hell
,
fie
on
that
accursed
fiend
,
that
so
be
witcheth
the
soule
with
the
delight
of
sin
,
and
wo
be
to
vnhappy
man
that
so
forgetteth
the
godnes
of
his
God
:
but
yet
sweete
Iesu
,
my
Lord
,
my
master
my
father
,
my
king
,
and
my
God
,
looke
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
vpon
thy
wretched
creature
,
thy
vnworthy
seruant
,
thy
vngodlie
childe
,
and
thy
rebellious
subiect
:
in
thy
mercy
looke
vpon
mee
,
looke
vpon
myrepentance
,
not
my
rebellions
;
my
sorrowes
,
not
my
sinnes
;
my
teares
,
not
mine
iniquities
:
heale
my
wounds
,
for
they
are
corrupted
,
and
wash
me
cleane
,
for
I
am
fowly
infected
:
keeps
mee
from
the
in
chaunting
charmes
of
all
wicked
spirites
,
and
in
the
wisdome
of
thy
holy
spirite
,
deliuer
mee
from
the
illusions
of
the
wicked
fiende
:
make
sinne
hatefull
vnto
my
soule
,
and
in
the
wisdome
of
thy
grace
,
make
the
whole
ioy
of
my
life
:
oh
let
mee
loue
thee
aboue
my selfe
,
and
hate
my selfe
,
but
in
thy
loue
:
let
mee
not
see
the
labour
of
all
thinges
,
and
thy
labour
in
all
thinges
,
and
my selfe
idlely
doe
nothing
,
that
may
glorifie
thy
goodnesse
:
the
earth
giues
mee
of
her
fruite
,
and
shall
I
giue
thee
no
fruite
?
thou
hast
in
heauen
a
place
for
mee
,
and
shall
I
not
seeke
the
way
to
thee
?
O
my
deare
GOD
haue
mercie
wpon
mee
,
better
had
I
neuer
beene
borne
,
then
to
liue
to
be
borne
away
from
thee
.
What
is
the
whole
world
to
mee
,
if
I
loose
mine
owne
soule
?
&
in
what
case
is
my
soule
,
if
I
want
the
blessing
of
thy
grace
?
haue
mercy
therefore
vpon
mee
,
I
beseech
thee
,
and
preserue
my
soule
,
for
I
am
thy
seruant
:
make
mee
to
labour
in
the
vertuous
vineyard
of
thy
holy
will●
,
and
by
the
inspiration
of
thy
holy
spirit
,
bring
forth
of
my
heart
the
humble
fruites
of
thy
holy
loue
;
that
in
profiting
my
neighbour
,
in
the
blessing
of
thy
grace
,
I
may
glorifie
thy
holy
Maiesty
,
and
in
the
ioy
of
my
soule
in
the
peace
of
thy
mercie
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glory
.
Amen
.
O
Glorious
God
of
all
power
and
pittie
,
to
whose
onely
mercie
belongeth
the
title
of
eternal
Maiesty
,
who
by
the
wisdome
of
thine
owne
will
hast
framed
all
things
to
thy
seruice
,
and
workest
in
them
all
to
the
glorie
of
thine
only
worthinesse
,
O
deare
GOD
,
that
art
the
true
substance
of
comfort
,
to
the
humble
soules
of
thy
beloued
,
and
seest
the
sorrowes
of
thy
humble
seruautes
,
when
thou
withdrawest
thy
hande
of
thy
mercie
;
in
the
glorious
goodnesse
of
thy
grace
,
I
beseech
thee
,
thinke
on
the
number
of
thy
afflicted
creatures
,
amonge
whome
,
most
needefull
,
though
most
vnworthie
thy
mercie
,
let
this
poore
wretched
,
wounded
,
and
afflicted
soule
of
mine
begge
one
beame
of
thy
blessed
pittie
,
to
reuiue
this
dolefull
,
and
halfe
deade
heart
of
my
almost
despairing
spirite
;
oh
strengthen
my
faith
in
thy
holie
worde
,
washe
mee
cleane
from
my
sinnes
,
and
make
mee
to
feele
the
ioye
of
thy
mercie
:
let
thy
worde
bee
a
Lanthorne
to
my
feete
,
and
a
lighte
vnto
my
pathes
,
and
teach
mee
the
way
that
I
shall
walke
in
,
for
I
betake
my selfe
wholly
vnto
thee
:
let
mee
say
with
thy
seruant
Dauid
,
O
that
my
waies
were
made
so
direct
,
that
I
might
not
offend
my
God
.
O
deare
Lord
,
great
was
his
happinesse
in
thy
grace
,
that
had
such
a
feeling
of
thy
blessing
,
to
haue
such
a
loathing
to
the
worlde
,
for
thy
loue
:
blessed
,
and
ten
times
blessed
were
my
soule
,
had
it
such
a
feeling
of
thy
grace
:
but
I
may
rather
cry
,
woe
is
mee
that
euer
I
was
borne
,
to
liue
so
long
in
the
sinke
of
so
much
sinne
,
that
looking
on
the
filth
of
my
soule
,
I
am
ashamed
to
looke
vp
toward
thy
mercy
:
yet
when
againe
I
remember
the
Leapers
that
thou
hast
cleansed
,
the
sins
that
thou
hast
pardoned
,
and
the
soules
that
thou
hast
comforted
,
I
can
say
to
my selfe
,
oh
my
soule
,
why
art
thou
so
disquieted
within
mee
?
knowing
the
goodnesse
of
thy
God
:
and
then
in
the
teares
of
true
repentance
on
the
knees
of
my
hearte
,
in
the
humilitie
of
my
soule
cry
vnto
thee
:
O
deare
God
,
remember
not
the
sinnes
of
my
youth
,
forgiue
mee
all
my
offences
,
cleanse
mee
from
my
iniquities
,
&
take
me
againe
vnto
thy
grace
:
O
Lord
,
let
me
feele
a
little
of
that
t
louing
kindnesse
,
wherwith
thou
dost
glad
the
heart
of
thy
beloued
,
let
me
think
with
thy
seruant
Paul
,
that
all
the
treasure
of
this
world
is
but
trash
,
compared
to
the
rich
iewell
of
thy
loue
:
O
sweete
Christ
,
so
comfort
me
with
thy selfe
,
that
in
the
gladnesse
of
thy
goodnesse
,
I
may
sing
with
thy
seruant
Simeon
,
when
he
had
the
in
his
arms
:
Lord
,
now
lettest
thou
thy
seruant
depart
in
peace
,
according
to
thy
word
,
for
mine
eyes
haue
seen
thy
saluation
.
Blessed
were
his
eyes
that
so
liued
to
beholde
thee
,
and
blessed
were
my
soule
,
if
it
could
so
liue
to
embrace
thee
:
but
my
deare
GOD
,
since
the
corruption
of
sinne
will
not
suffer
mee
in
this
world
to
beholde
thee
,
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
mortifie
the
delight
of
sinne
in
mee
,
that
it
may
haue
no
power
to
drawe
mee
from
thee
,
that
when
I
haue
finished
the
daies
of
the
imprisonment
of
my
soule
in
this
darkesome
caue
of
this
my
wretched
carkas
being
freed
from
the
hell
of
sinne
,
by
the
merit
of
thy
mercie
,
in
the
libertie
of
my
loue
,
I
may
see
the
ioy
of
my
soule
,
and
in
the
ioy
of
thy
gratious
goodnesse
,
I
may
sing
,
to
thy
glorious
maiestie
,
the
only
endlesse
Halleluiah
.
Amen
.
O
Glorious
God
,
who
from
the
heauenvly
throne
of
thy
holy
mercie
,
beholdest
all
the
dwellers
vpon
the
earth
,
and
seest
the
essence
of
euery
substance
,
which
no
shadowe
can
hide
from
thy
sight
,
O
God
of
al
true
wisdome
and
goodnesse
,
who
seest
the
very
hearts
of
all
creatures
,
and
knowest
the
thoughts
of
all
the
world
,
yea
before
the
worlde
was
,
in
the
aboundance
of
thy
mercie
,
cast
one
look
of
thy
gratious
eye
,
vpon
the
sorowfull
soule
of
thy
vnworthie
seruant
:
vnworthie
I
confesse
my selfe
to
appeare
before
thy
presence
,
so
hideous
is
the
horrour
of
my
sinne
in
thy
sight
:
yet
when
I
knowe
,
that
from
corruption
thou
canst
looke
for
no
perfection
,
and
that
mercie
in
iustice
sheweth
the
glorie
of
thy
goodnesse
,
I
had
rather
say
with
thy
seruant
Dauid
,
If
my
sinnes
were
as
red
as
scarlet
,
thou
canst
make
me
as
white
as
snow
,
then
to
cry
out
with
Cain
,
my
sins
are
greater
than
I
can
bear
:
O
my
dear
Lord
thou
hast
called
al
vnto
thee
that
are
laden
,
&
thou
wilt
ease
them
:
and
to
thee
I
come
so
laden
with
sinne
in
my
soule
,
that
I
can
scarce
looke
vp
to
thy
mercie
:
hear
mee
therefore
I
humbly
beseech
thee
,
and
in
the
greatnesse
of
thy
mercie
,
ease
me
of
this
heauie
burthen
of
my
sinne
:
O
Lord
,
I
confesse
to
thee
,
I
was
conceiued
,
and
borne
in
sinne
,
and
in
transgressions
of
thy
commandements
,
haue
I
wasted
the
weary
daies
of
my
life
:
yet
,
sweete
Lord
,
when
I
knowe
,
thy
wisdome
beholdeth
the
weakenesse
of
my
corruption
,
and
thy
mercie
considereth
the
sorrowe
of
my
repentance
,
I
am
emboldened
in
thy
worde
to
come
vnto
thee
,
and
on
the
knees
of
my
heart
to
cry
vnto
thee
;
O
Lord
haue
mercie
vpon
mee
,
beholde
the
worke
of
thine
own
hands
,
lose
not
whome
thou
hast
redeemed
,
regenerate
whom
thou
seest
corrupted
,
heale
him
whome
sinne
hath
wounded
,
and
performe
the
grace
that
thou
hast
promised
;
that
being
cured
of
sinne
,
and
with
thy
grace
comforted
in
the
loue
of
my
hart
,
&
ioy
of
my
soule
,
I
may
sing
to
thy
glorie
,
the
eternall
Halleluiah
.
Amen
.
THe
lord
he
is
my
sheepheard
,
that
doth
feede
My
soule
full
sweetely
by
the
riuer
side
,
And
will
not
let
mee
nibble
on
a
weede
,
Where
hee
doth
knowe
there
may
my
hurt
abide
.
He
will
not
let
the
Wolfe
come
neere
the
folde
,
Where
he
hath
laide
His
louing
flocke
to
rest
,
Nor
will
hee
let
them
bide
the
bitter
colde
,
But
sweetly
warmes
them
from
his
sunny
breast
.
Along
the
pastures
faire
,
and
fresh
,
and
greene
,
He
leades
them
forth
,
for
their
best
liues
behoue
,
Nor
euer
yet
was
there
confusion
seen
▪
Of
any
flocke
,
that
hee
doth
fairely
loue
.
Hee
doth
not
robbe
them
of
a
locke
of
wooll
,
But
kindely
calles
them
to
their
fairest
folde
,
Nor
doth
he
vse
the
cunning
how
to
cull
The
fat
from
leane
,
nor
young
ones
from
the
old
▪
But
all
alike
hee
loues
whom
he
doth
keepe
,
And
if
that
any
stray
out
of
the
plaine
,
Vpon
his
shoulders
hee
brings
home
that
sheep
,
And
sings
for
ioy
to
haue
his
lambe
againe
.
The
winters
worme
,
nor
yet
the
summers
flie
Can
once
anoy
the
smallest
lambe
of
his
:
But
they
shall
still
encrease
,
and
neuer
die
,
But
euer
liue
in
euerlasting
blisse
.
He
giues
them
water
from
the
liuing
rocke
,
Where
neuer
yet
did
harmefull
thought
arriue
:
Yea
hee
so
dearely
lou'd
his
little
flocke
,
That
hee
did
die
,
to
saue
his
sheepe
aliue
.
But
shall
(
oh
Lord
)
this
sinfull
soule
of
mine
,
So
many
waies
with
miseries
opprest
,
Become
a
lambe
of
that
faire
flocke
of
thine
,
And
feede
with
them
when
they
are
fairely
blest
?
Then
,
when
I
heare
my
louing
sheepeheard
call
,
My
faithfull
soule
vnto
her
fairest
folde
,
I
will
forsake
these
worldly
pleasures
all
,
And
only
ioy
my
Iesus
to
beholde
.
FINIS
.
THe
foole
hath
saide
within
his
heart
,
Hee
thinks
there
is
no
God
.
But
hee
shall
finde
for
his
desart
,
The
Lord
his
heauie
rodde
.
For
when
the
Lord
beginnes
to
frowne
,
But
with
an
angry
eye
,
Then
Sathans
power
shall
all
goe
downe
,
And
all
his
dogges
shall
die
.
And
then
the
reprobate
shall
finde
There
is
a
God
indeede
,
Who
at
his
pleasure
with
a
winde
,
Can
shake
them
like
a
reede
.
And
by
the
rootes
can
teare
them
vp
,
And
fling
them
down
again
,
And
make
them
taste
the
fiery
cuppe
Of
euerlasting
paine
.
For
though
a
while
God
lets
them
liue
,
And
in
their
brauery
bide
,
Yet
in
the
end
his
hand
will
giue
A
plague
to
all
their
pride
:
Till
when
he
lets
them
walke
the
path
Their
wickednesse
hath
trod
,
Vntill
,
by
feeling
of
his
wrath
,
They
know
there
is
a
God
.
And
then
too
late
they
howle
and
cry
,
And
gnash
their
teeth
for
grief
And
euer
liue
,
and
euer
die
,
And
neuer
haue
reliefe
,
When
they
shall
see
before
their
face
The
ougly
shapes
of
sinne
,
That
on
the
earth
in
euery
place
,
They
tooke
their
pleasurs
in
:
Where
euery
diuell
shall
haue
power
The
damned
to
disease
,
And
not
a
minute
of
an
hower
Shall
giue
them
hope
of
ease
.
While
in
the
heauens
the
chosen
folke
,
Without
althought
of
strife
,
Shall
sit
aboue
the
mountaine
rocke
Of
euerlasting
life
.
And
virgins
,
with
the
Angels
sweete
,
Shall
sit
,
and
play
,
and
sing
:
And
mercie
,
grace
,
and
truthe
shall
meete
To
glorifie
their
king
.
And
my
poore
soule
,
that
hath
no
ioy
,
But
in
my
liuing
Lord
,
Shall
ioy
to
see
my
God
destroy
The
scorners
of
his
word
.
O
that
my
heart
coulde
hit
vpon
a
straine
,
Would
strike
the
musick
of
my
soules
desire
:
Or
that
my
soule
could
find
that
sacred
vaine
That
sets
the
consort
of
the
Angels
quire
.
Or
that
that
spirit
or
especiall
grace
,
That
cannot
stoupe
beneath
the
state
of
heauen
Within
my
soule
wold
take
his
settled
place
,
With
Angels
ens
,
to
make
his
glory
euen
.
Then
should
the
name
of
my
most
gratious
king
,
And
glorious
god
,
in
higher
tunes
be
sounded
Of
heauenlie
praise
,
then
earth
hath
power
to
sing
:
Where
earth
and
heauen
and
Aungels
are
cofounded
,
And
soules
may
sing
while
al
hearts
strings
are
broken
.
His
praise
is
more
than
can
in
praise
be
spoken
.
IF
I
could
set
downe
twenty
thousand
waies
,
And
twentie
thousand
thousand
,
thousand
moe
,
To
penne
his
highest
heauenly
comforts
praise
,
That
will
not
see
my
spirits
ouerthowe
:
If
I
could
thinke
of
nothing
els
but
glory
,
And
in
the
highest
,
highest
,
highest
height
,
To
shewe
the
state
of
that
celestiall
story
,
Where
Aungels
wonders
in
their
honours
waite
:
If
all
the
powers
of
heauen
&
earth
would
meete
,
And
all
acknowledge
all
their
powers
too
little
,
To
shew
the
smallest
of
his
smallest
sweete
,
Yet
,
to
his
title
,
All
were
but
a
title
▪
Then
since
no
thoughts
can
to
his
praise
be
raised
,
Aboue
all
praises
Let
my
God
be
praised
:
While
the
Aungels
all
are
singing
,
All
of
glory
euer
springing
,
In
the
grounde
of
high
heauens
graces
,
Where
all
vertues
haue
their
places
,
Oh
that
my
poore
heart
were
neare
them
,
With
an
humble
soule
to
heare
them
.
Then
should
faith
in
loues
submission
,
Ioying
but
in
mercie
:
blessing
,
Where
that
sinnes
are
in
remission
,
Sing
the
ioyfull
soules
confessing
Of
her
comforts
high
commending
,
All
in
glory
neuer
ending
,
But
ah
wretched
,
sinfull
creature
,
How
should
the
corrupted
nature
Of
this
wicked
heart
of
mine
Thinke
vpon
that
loue
diuine
,
That
doth
tune
the
Aungels
voice
,
While
the
hoastes
of
heauen
reioyce
!
No
,
the
songe
of
deadly
sorrowe
,
In
the
night
,
that
hath
no
morrowe
,
And
their
paines
(
not
eas'd
,
not
ended
)
That
haue
heauenly
powers
offended
,
Are
more
fitting
to
the
merit
Of
my
foule
infected
spirit
.
Yet
,
while
mercie
is
remoouing
All
the
sorrowes
of
the
louing
,
How
can
faith
be
full
of
blindenesse
,
To
despaire
of
mercies
kindnesse
,
While
the
hande
of
heauen
is
giuing
Comfort
,
from
the
euerliuing
?
No
,
my
soule
be
no
more
sory
,
Looke
vnto
that
life
of
glory
Which
the
grace
of
faith
regardeth
,
And
the
teares
of
loue
rewardeth
:
Where
the
soule
the
comfort
getteth
That
the
Aungels
musicke
setteth
.
There
,
when
thou
art
well
conducted
,
And
by
heauenly
grace
instructed
,
How
the
faithfull
thoughts
to
fashion
Of
a
rauisht
louers
passion
,
Sing
with
Saints
,
to
Aungels
nighest
,
Halleluiah
,
in
the
highest
.
OH
that
my
heart
could
neuer
cease
to
sing
The
holy
praises
of
my
heauenly
king
:
And
that
my
minde
could
think
vpon
no
blisse
,
But
of
the
grace
wherein
his
glory
is
.
And
that
my
tongue
could
talke
of
nothing
else
,
But
of
the
wonders
of
his
worthinesse
:
And
that
mine
eye
could
see
but
where
hee
dwels
,
Who
is
the
height
of
vertues
holinesse
,
And
that
my
tongue
could
like
no
other
taste
,
But
of
his
flesh
that
is
the
spirits
foode
:
And
that
my
soule
might
sweare
a
solemne
fast
For
one
pure
droppe
of
his
deare
pretious
blood
.
That
at
my
song
the
Aungels
might
reioyce
,
To
heare
the
musicke
of
a
sinners
voice
.
HElpe
,
cryes
my
hearte
,
not
from
the
hellish
place
This
wretched
world
nor
all
the
wealth
therein
,
But
from
the
God
of
that
high
heauenly
grace
Whose
only
mercie
doth
all
glory
winne
.
Hee
,
hee
alone
,
that
sees
the
sinners
teares
Distilling
from
a
true
repentant
heart
,
And
will
not
let
him
perish
in
those
feares
,
That
make
the
waie
to
an
infernall
smart
:
That
onely
Lord
,
of
onely
life
and
loue
,
Who
doth
forbeare
,
forgiue
and
quite
forget
All
those
misdeeds
that
his
displeasure
moue
,
While
sorrowes
faith
is
fast
by
mercy
set
.
Hee
,
hee
alone
,
in
spight
of
death
and
hel
,
Blesse
my
poore
wounded
soule
,
and
all
is
well
.
Emmanuell
.
COme
liue
with
mee
,
and
be
my
loue
,
My
loue
,
my
life
,
my
King
my
God
,
And
let
mee
now
thy
mercy
prooue
,
That
long
haue
felt
thy
heauie
rodde
.
Thy
heauie
rodde
,
ah
woe
is
me
,
A
rodde
of
rushes
,
t
is
no
more
,
Who
highly
for
offending
thee
,
Might
haue
beene
shutte
from
mercies
dore
.
But
thou
art
hee
,
whose
glorious
eye
Beholdes
the
sorrow
,
not
the
sinne
Of
him
who
doth
for
mercie
cry
While
teares
of
faith
doe
fauour
winne
.
Thou
dost
not
wish
a
sinners
death
.
To
liue
,
and
loue
is
thy
delight
:
While
in
the
blessing
of
thy
breath
,
Is
euer
day
,
and
neuer
night
.
Oh
thou
more
faire
then
fairenesse
is
,
More
sweete
,
then
sweetenesse
can
be
thought
,
More
kinde
then
louers
,
when
they
kisse
,
That
with
thy
death
,
thy
loue
hast
bought
.
Oh
truth
of
trueth
,
and
yet
more
true
,
Then
time
can
try
,
or
tongue
can
tell
,
Whose
grace
and
glorie
still
renewe
In
heauenly
praise
,
in
spight
of
hell
.
Oh
power
of
powers
,
aboue
all
power
,
Oh
constant
faith
for
euer
fast
:
Oh
onely
sweete
without
all
sower
,
Oh
endlesse
ioyes
that
eue●last
.
In
thee
my
loue
,
and
but
in
thee
,
Doe
euer
spring
,
that
euer
were
,
And
at
thine
only
pleasure
,
bee
To
bee
disposed
euery
where
.
Oh
,
thou
that
werte
,
before
what
was
,
In
essence
of
all
excellence
,
And
in
thy
wisdome
dost
surpasse
The
reach
of
knowledge
quintessence
▪
Who
all
of
nothing
didst
create
,
But
by
thy
worde
,
and
to
thy
will
:
And
so
didst
order
euery
state
,
As
shewes
thy
high
supernall
skill
:
Who
,
hauing
all
thinges
set
in
frame
,
Didst
shewe
what
loue
to
man
thou
hadst
,
To
giue
him
power
each
thing
to
name
,
And
make
him
Lord
of
all
thou
mad'st
.
And
more
then
that
,
to
shewe
thy
loue
,
Thou
mad'st
him
like
vnto
thy selfe
:
Till
Iack
an
Apes
of
hell
did
prooue
To
make
a
Monkie
breede
an
elf
.
Oh
God
,
had
that
sweete
grace
of
thine
,
In
Adam
,
neuer
beene
abused
,
Our
nature
then
,
in
him
diuine
,
The
diuels
apple
had
refused
.
But
ease
begat
such
idlenesse
,
And
idle
ease
such
wantonnesse
,
And
wantonnesse
such
wickednesse
,
As
wrought
in
him
our
wretchednesse
.
Hee
did
forget
thy
goodnesse
first
,
Wee
follow
him
,
and
fly
from
thee
:
Hee
for
his
folly
was
accurst
,
And
so
(
in
iustice
)
Lord
are
wee
.
But
hee
with
shame
beheld
his
sinne
,
And
flewe
to
mercie
for
reliefe
:
Whose
woefull
state
all
wee
are
in
,
That
to
thy
mercie
shewe
our
griefe
.
Hee
stucke
vnto
rocke
of
strength
,
That
after
labour
gaue
him
ease
:
And
wee
in
loue
doe
hope
at
length
That
sorrowes
teares
will
wrath
appease
.
Oh
God
,
thou
knowest
that
only
knowest
What
knowledge
is
,
and
what
to
knowe
,
And
by
thy
mercie
onely
showest
,
What
only
pleaseth
the
to
showe
,
That
as
of
dust
,
wee
came
at
furst
,
Vnto
the
dust
we
shall
againe
:
The
belly
of
the
world
shall
burst
,
When
sinne
,
and
sorrow
shall
be
slaine
.
A
time
will
be
when
that
all
time
Shall
see
his
longest
thread
will
breake
:
When
gratious
loue
,
in
praises
prime
,
Shall
only
of
thy
glory
speake
:
When
graues
shall
ope
and
bodies
rise
,
And
hell
shall
shake
,
and
fiendes
shall
roare
,
And
soules
ascende
vnto
the
skies
,
To
sing
thy
glory
euermore
.
And
oh
,
that
that
sweete
time
were
come
,
That
Saints
and
Aungels
might
accord
,
While
earth
and
hell
are
striken
dumbe
,
To
sing
thine
onely
glory
,
Lord
.
For
here
,
alas
,
While
here
wee
liue
,
Or
rather
die
by
hurt
of
sinne
,
The
pleasures
that
The
world
doth
giue
,
Doe
but
the
way
to
hell
beginne
:
Where
,
by
abundance
growes
excesse
,
And
so
forgetfulnesse
of
grace
,
Or
else
by
want
,
so
great
distresse
,
As
brings
the
soule
in
desperate
case
.
Which
,
while
the
heart
tormented
stands
,
In
helpelesse
cares
calamitie
,
Helde
all
too
harde
in
sorrowes
hands
,
Doth
long
to
be
at
libertie
:
That
by
the
blessing
of
thy
grace
,
Deliuered
from
this
earthly
hell
,
It
may
beholde
thy
blessed
face
:
Where
all
contentments
euer
dwell
.
For
truely
loue
in
only
thee
,
Doth
liue
all
comfort
,
ioy
and
blisse
,
And
where
thou
art
not
,
what
can
bee
,
But
shewes
what
shame
and
sorrowe
is
?
And
since
in
thee
,
doth
only
liue
The
ground
of
the
eternall
good
,
And
thou
alone
canst
only
giue
The
faithfull
soule
her
heauenly
foode
:
Vouchsafe
me
leaue
to
thee
to
cry
,
Oh
let
my
teares
thy
mercie
moue
,
Who
for
thy
loue
,
would
gladly
die
:
Come
liue
with
mee
,
and
be
my
loue
.
But
I
am
vile
,
and
foule
,
and
blacke
,
Vnworthy
obiect
for
thine
eyes
,
Yea
worthy
to
be
beaten
backe
,
Euen
from
the
blessing
of
the
skies
.
But
thou
canst
make
mee
white
as
snowe
,
By
one
pure
droppe
of
thy
deare
sonne
:
And
being
purified
so
,
Thou
wilt
forget
what
I
haue
done
.
Had
I
a
heauen
to
entertaine
Thy
holy
presence
,
it
were
thine
:
But
thou
a
king
,
and
I
a
swaine
,
Take
pittie
on
this
loue
of
mine
.
Thy
greatnesse
was
in
goodnesse
such
,
As
did
the
poorest
loue
embrace
:
And
is
not
thy
worde
true
in
tutch
,
That
humble
loue
gets
heauenly
grace
▪
Wherefore
on
knees
of
humble
heart
,
Let
mee
thy
gratious
mercie
moue
,
Put
all
my
sinfull
shame
apart
,
And
liue
with
mee
and
be
my
loue
.
For
thou
art
wise
,
though
I
am
fond
,
And
thou
canst
make
mee
wise
in
thee
,
And
thou
art
free
,
though
I
am
bond
,
And
thou
alone
canst
make
me
free
.
Thou
art
all
good
,
and
I
so
ill
,
I
know
not
how
to
come
to
thee
:
But
worke
mee
wholly
to
thy
will
,
Then
be
my
loue
,
and
liue
with
mee
▪
IN
sorrowes
deepe
,
my
spirit
all
appalde
,
Seing
the
worlde
,
an
only
sinke
of
sinne
,
Vnto
the
Lord
of
heauen
for
mercy
cald
,
And
in
her
teares
,
did
thus
her
suit
beginne
:
If
euer
,
Lord
,
a
poore
repentant
wretch
,
Whose
bleeding
heart
can
hardly
speake
for
grief
,
But
from
his
soule
those
sobbing
sighes
doth
fetch
,
That
may
in
silence
,
sue
for
thy
reliefe
.
My
gratious
Lord
and
euerlasting
God
,
In
pittie
looke
a
little
on
my
paine
,
Beholde
my
faith
,
forbe
are
thy
heauie
rodde
,
And
let
thy
mercie
heale
my
soule
againe
.
I
must
confesse
I
haue
offended
sore
That
gratious
will
,
and
glorious
loue
of
thine
,
I
see
my
sinnes
are
euermore
before
This
wretched
soule
,
and
wicked
eyes
of
mine
.
Nor
day
nor
night
my
spirit
taketh
rest
,
For
feare
of
thy
too
much
deseru'd
displeasure
:
Such
bitter
sorrowes
boyle
within
my
breast
,
As
prooue
my
torments
haue
no
little
measure
.
But
Lord
that
seest
,
how
I
am
wo begon
me
,
The
deadly
hurt
,
wherin
my
hart
doth
dwel
,
In
thy
sweete
mercy
once
but
looke
vpon
mee
:
Say
but
thou
art
my
helpe
and
I
am
well
.
WHen
that
I
felt
my
soule
with
sorrow
soken
,
My
wofull
minde
with
miseries
opprest
,
My
pining
heart
with
bitter
passions
broken
,
And
euery
way
my
spirit
all
distressed
,
Vpon
my
knees
vnto
my
God
I
went
,
And
in
my
teares
I
told
him
of
my
griefe
,
And
with
a
heart
almost
in
peeces
rent
,
Repentance
sued
to
pittie
for
reliefe
:
When
to
his
eares
,
my
praiers
did
ascende
And
from
his
holy
hill
his
mercie
heard
me
,
And
to
my
soule
such
comfort
did
descend
That
I
did
see
,
that
mercy
did
regard
mee
,
For
I
did
finde
how
hope
bad
feare
depart
:
My
heartie
sorrowe
had
obtained
grace
,
And
I
did
feele
such
comfort
in
my
heart
,
That
sodaine
ioy
,
was
set
in
sorrowes
place
.
When
,
God
he
knowes
,
that
with
no
little
ioy
My
soule
was
rauisht
with
his
sacred
loue
,
That
bad
my
heart
abandon
all
annoy
,
I
should
in
heauen
a
sweter
comfort
proue
.
Oh
God
,
sweete
God
,
more
sweet
then
can
be
thought
,
When
hope
is
least
,
that
giues
thy
comfort
most
,
Whose
mercie
hath
so
with
thy
iustice
wrought
,
As
will
not
see
thy
faithfull
seruants
lost
:
Among
thy
Saintes
,
and
Angels
that
does
it
,
About
thy
throne
to
glorifie
thy
name
,
Vouchsafe
me
grace
to
say
Amen
to
it
,
Although
vnworthy
once
to
heare
the
same
.
FINIS
.