A very godly song, intituled, The earnest petition of a faithful Christian, being clerk of Bodnam, made upon his deathbed, at the instant of his transmutation. To a sweet solemn tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06420 of text R228727 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V277). 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. 5 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 B06420 Wing V277 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[544] 99887966 ocm99887966 183632 2240886897

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06420) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183632) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[423]) A very godly song, intituled, The earnest petition of a faithful Christian, being clerk of Bodnam, made upon his deathbed, at the instant of his transmutation. To a sweet solemn tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for W. Thackeray in Ducklane., [London] : [1688 or 9] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Now my painful eyes lie rowling ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A very godly song, intituled, The earnest petition of a faithful Christian, being clerk of Bodnam, made upon his deathbed, at the instant of his trans anon 1688 2 744 8 0 0 0 0 0 107.53 F The rate of 107.53 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-05 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-06 Sampled and proofread 2010-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A very Godly SONG , intituled , the Earnest Petition of the faithful Christian , being Clerk of Badnam , made upon his Deathbed , at the Instant of his Transumation .

To a sweet solemn Tune .

NOw my painful eyes lie rowling , And my passing-Bell is towling , Towling sweetly , I lye dying , And my life is from me flying . Grant me strength , O gracious God , For to endure thy heavy Rod , Then shall I rejoyce and sing , With Psalms unto our heavenly King. Simeon that blessed man , Believed Christ when he was come , And then he did desire to dye , To live with him Eternally . Christ wrote me a strong Salvation . By his bitter death and passion ; He had wash d and ma●● me c ean , That I should never sin again . Grievous pains doth call and cry , O Man prepare thy self to dye : All my Sins I have lamented , And to d●e I am contented . Silly Soul the Lord receive thee , Death is come , and life must leave thee Death wi l t●r●y no mans leasure , Then farewel all earth●y pleasure . In this world I nothing crave , But to bring me to my Grave ; In my Grave while I lye sleeping , Angels have my soul in keeping . When the bells are for me ringing , Lord receive my soul with singing : Then shall I be free from pain , To live and never dye again . While the worms corrupting breed on , Wait my noisome Corps to feed on , My fervent soul this prison loathing . Craves a Robe of Angels cloathing . Farewel world and worldly Glory , Farewel all things transitory , Sion Hill my Soul ascendeth , And Gods Royal throne attendeth . Farewel Wife & children small , For I must go when Christ doth call : And for my death be ye content When I am gone do not lament . Now the Bell doth cease to toul , Sweet Jesus Christ receive my soul .

O God which did the world create , Hear a poor sinner at the Gate , Thou that from death didst set me free Remit my sins and shew mercy . O thou that caus'd thy blessed Son , Into this Vniverse to come : Thy Gospel true for to fulfill , And to subdue Sin , Death , and Hell. Grant for his sake that dy'd on tree , On the blest Mount of Calvary : That I being grieved for my sin , Might by repentance Heaven w●n The Gospel saith , who so believe , To them wilt thou a blessing give , Amongst which number grant me faith That to believe the Gospel saith . Which to believe grant that I may , Though here I dye , yet live for aye , Then saviour sweet remit my si● And grant me faith that life to win . And since thy death a price most great , Hath bought us here I do intreat To give me Grace thy name to praise , Both now and evermore always . For by thy death my soul is free From Hell , which still by thy decree To sinners , all for sin is due , Vntil thy Son our Saviour true . Did vanquish by almighty power , Death , Hell , and all that could devour My sins , O Lord , I do confess , Like sands in Seas are numberless . Yet though my sins like scarlet show , Their whiteness may exceed the snow , If thou thy mercy do extend , That I my sinful life may mend . With mercy thy blest word doth say , At any time obtain I may , If power and grace in me remain , From carnal sin for to restrain . Then give me grace , Lord to abstain Fro ● sin , that I may still remain With thee in heaven where angels sing Most joyfully to thee our King. God grant , O Christ , that when I dye , My ●●ul with thee immediately , May have abode among the blest And live for ever in true rest .

Printed for W Thackeray in Ducklane .