The confession of a pænitent sinner To the tune of, O man in desperation: or, Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19212 of text S117520 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 5627). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A19212 STC 5627 ESTC S117520 99852733 99852733 18074 2240892084

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19212) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 18074) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1230:17) The confession of a pænitent sinner To the tune of, O man in desperation: or, Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe. 1 sheet [1] p. : ill. for H. Gosson, Printed at London : [ca. 1635] Verse - "Of Adams sæd, poore sinner I,". Publication date conjectured by STC. In two parts; woodcut illustration at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Sin -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The confession of a pænitent sinner. To the tune of, O man in desperation: or, Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe. [no entry] 1635 2 947 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The confession of a paenitent Sinner . To the tune of , O man in desperation : or , Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe .

OF Adams séed , poore sinner I , come créeping to bewaile My sin secure , my wonted crime , no moment will I fayle . Of sinfull Saul , o Lord I pray , that I a Paul may be , And not a filthy Sodomite , but one of Niniuy . And make mée with the Publican , my selfe low to submit : And thou , o swéet Samaritan , come helpe mée wondrous sick . I am that Sonne , that vnthrift child , that playd the roysting guest : But call me home , good Father deare , I humbly thée request . Aray mee new , fetch in the Calfe , I will no more be lost : And let thy friends rejoyce hereat , and spare , I pray , no cost : I went not to thy Uineyard , I , albeit I said , I would , But though I come but very late , my hyre doe noi with-hold . Take here to thée a sacrifice , a contrite spirit of mine : Which better is than bloud of Bulls , else Goats , fat Rams , or Kyne . Thou act my God , and I confesse my selfe thy creature poore , I fearefull Peter , thou true Christ , one God for euermore . In sinne was I begot and borne , in sinne I had my suck , In sinne I ran my youthfull race , in sinne I was brought vp . What world would wish to haue , and what the flesh desired : All that I sought to amplifie , thus falsely I conspired . I am that barren sterrill field , where enuious man did sow Destroying daruell , tare , and wéede , because I might not grow . That stately Steward eke I. am , that oft my fellowes beat , Thou art that Lord , that once to mée , forgauest mée the debt : But I thy kindnesse quite forgot , and would not shew the like , But hée that ought mée but a small , I handled with great spight : In brothers eye a mote I spyed , but let the beame alone , ( And at a straw I stumbled thus ) that long was in mine owne . I sée but still to sinfull life , I run from worse to worse , And play the youngman very loath my substance to disburse : That flinty Pharaoh haue I béene , that plagues did neuer bread , I might full soone haue drowned béene but for thy better spéed .
The second part , To the same tune .

A Pilgrime poore amid the land , that could not be content , But to indure the golden Calfe , full oft did I consent : In fleshly froward fuming fume , full many a time I said In Egypt Land great store wee had , both victuals , flesh , and bread . The Hypocrite I playd likewise , and would not stand in awe , I came to aske which Precept was the greatest in the Law . I fed like greedy glutton fat , and did the begger hate , I had such bustnesse , let I was to come to marriage gate . What shal I say , since thou dost know my sinnes in number all ? To stand in judgement can I not , except thou rid my thrall . Forgiue , forget , put out of mind , good Lord , my great offence , And heale my soule with price of bloud my ample indulgence , Shal I despair , or dread more doubts ? my sinne is not so great , But mercies of my Sauiour Christ , surmount them many a steppe . And by his promise hold I take , knock ye , and I will open , Seeke , call , come all that laden be , the mouth of God hath spoken . I will be ready , heare , and helpe , your sins as scarlet red , As white . as snow , shall purged be , in Esay this is said . Examples eke of mercies moe the text at large doth tell , Discoursing of the sinfull Wife , who long liued as rebell . Both Mary Magdalen and more , had pardon grant of thee , Yea euen the Thiefe , by his beleefe , doth liue eternally . Why should not I , poore sinner then , be bold to sue for grace , When this I see abundantly , thy goodnesse will imbrace . All such as will repent with teares , and turne with whole intent , And quite refuse their sinfull waies , and earnestly relent . Turne , turne , o Lord , turne then to me my heart I rent and teare , In death , in life , I am thine owne , for me thou paydst full deare . Land , praise , and thanks , with mind & heart , to thee , my God , I giue , Direct my waies , at end of daies , in glory let mes liue . That blessed Ghost may mount to sky when wormes the body eate , Lord heare my sute , & grant me grace I humbly thee intreat .
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Printed at London for H. Gosson .