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My God, to thee I dedicate This simple worke of mine, And wth it also heart and Soule To bee for euer thine; No other motiue I will haue, But by it thee to praise, And to stirre vp my frozen Soule By loue it selfe to raise. All things, desires, & loues are vaine, But only that wch tendes To God alone our cheifest good, And all things else transcends; My Soule Therefore by this sweet loue Shall day and night aspire, And rest in God all things aboue My Loue and leifes desire. And while I liue, I’le neuer Cease To languish for his loue, Breathing and sighing after him Till he my leife remoue For since I liue not where I loue, How can I comfort finde But only in ye song of loue By loue to me assign’d. In whatsoere this word is writt, It yealds a silver sound; But if this word I misse in itt Me thinkes I want my ground Nothing soe simple cane be pen’d If it but treat of loue But that it serueth in some sort My missery to remoue. And shall my Soule by senseles loue Which yet was neuer true, Haue g’in more loue where it was lost Then where its only due O no my God, but rather lett This folly bee to me A meanes to vrge my sinfull Soule To loue more feruently. And henceforth lett me draw no breath, But to aspire by loue To thee my God and all my good By whome I liue and moue No Stagg in chace so thirsty is, Or greedy of sweet spring, As is my Soule of thee my God whilst here I sighing sing. My Soule where is thy loue & Lord Since him thou canst not find O cheare vp heart, be comforted, For he is in thy Mynde To him relation one may haue As often as hee goes Into the closett of his heart, His greiues for to disclose. As sillie Lambs fron rauening wooleues For helpe to sheepheards flie Soe shall my soule in euery case For helpe and Counsell hie To thee my God by humble prayer In hope and confidence That thou my Lord wilt succour me And bee my Soules defence. For seeing that my God is rich How cane I say I’me poore He is more mine then I my owne what cane I wish for more And in his Majesty and power Much more I will reioyce Then if of all in heauen and Earth I had command and choice O I desire no toung nor penne But to extoll his praise In wch Excesse Ile mealt away Ten thousand thousand wayes And as one that is sicke wth loue Ingrafts in euery Tree The Names and praise of them they loue So shall it bee with mee Which to attempt if it seeme much To those that that it espie, Saying, ’tis only for the Iust To thee for help to flie, What then becomes of sinners poore Or to whome shall they goe If not to thee? Ah, pitty vs For wee may loue alsoe Iesus did Publicans receiue Nor yet did he disdaine Harlotts and Theiues yt begged help ISince which who cane complaine Or feare yt he will them reiect When they their syns repent And flie vnto his mercie sweet Whose heart doeth soone relent When wee wth teares besheech him to Forgiue our sins soe many And giue such grace & strenght henceforth As not to yeald to anie My God one thing alone thou knos’t, I feare and apprehend Which is my Lord for to displease Whose mercies haue no Ende. From all yt doeth displease thy Eyes Be pleasd to sett me ffree For Nothing else in heauen or Earth Doe I desire but thee And lett me rather death imbrace Then thee my God offend Or in my heart to leaue a place For any other ffriend Nothing would greiue my Soule so much As in me to perceiue That th’ affection to the world Should me of thine bereaue I know thou must possesse allone Or else wee are not thine In manner such as wee should be If light to vs doe shine As thou desirest it should doe By grace wthin our hearts. And all the helps that thou hast g’in And dayly yet imparts To vs intended were by thee That wee might liue alone To thee our God, who filles pure Soules Wth ioyes that are vnknowne And woe to them a Thousand tymes Who int’rest haue in anye Or haue deuided hearts to thee After thy guifts so many For thou hast purchaced our loue Att to to deare a rate To haue a partner in our heart Which Iustly thou do’st hate. O this thy wrong makes Angells blush O make it farr from me Since I am both body and soule Consecrated to thee And I will also grieue wth them, To see thee haue such wrong From soules culd out by thee thy selfe To sing wth them the song Of loue and praise to thee our God And euen in this place Thee to contemplate in our maner O sweet and happie grace. If wee would die vnto our selues And all things els but thee It would be Naturall to our Soules For to ascend and bee Vnited to our Centure deare To wch our Soule would hye Being as proper then for vs As fire vpwards to flie. O lett vs Therefore loue my God For loue perteines to him And lett our Soules seeke Nothing Else, But in thy loue to swimme Till we absorpt by his sweet loue Returne from whence we came Where we shall melt into yt loue Wch ioyeth me to Name And neuer cane I it to much Speake of, or it desire Since that my God who’s loue it selfe Doeth only loue require. Come Therefore all and lett vs loue And wth a pure aspect Regard our God In all wee doe And he will vs protect. O that all things vppon the Earth Ecchoed wth thy praise My euerlasting glorious God The Auncient of dayes And I doe wish wth all my soule Perpetually to sing But seeing this I cannot doe My sighes to heauen shall ring: Yea if I writt out all the Sea yet can I not expresse The ioye and comforte I doe feele In what thou dost possesse No guifts or grace, or comfort here How great so ere they be Can satiate my longing Soule Whilst I possesse not thee For thou art all my hearts desire Yea all that I doe craue In heauen or Earth, yea now or euer Th’art all my soule would haue And I doe wish wth all my soule That To thee I could pray Wth all my heart and all my strength Ten thousand tymes a day. Lett people, tribes, and tongs confesse Vnto thy Maiesty, And lett vs neuer cease to sing
Unto thy Maiestie Sanctus, sanctus to thee
Who Who be ador’d by Auncients all Whose crownes lie att thy feet As Iustice doeth require they should And as it is most meet And wee inuited by thy Saints And Angells thee to praise Will ioyne wth them wth voices high Our Soules by loue to raise To thee, of whome Ile neuer craue Whilst this my Soule hath breath But that I may vnited bee To thee in life and death. My God my loue and uerie life My glorie and my crowne My light shall only tend to this To ioye in thy renowne. O lett me as the siluer streames Into the Ocean glide Melt into that vast Sea of loue Which into thee doeth slide! The little Birds doe chirp and sing And neuer weary bee Of praising my creatour deare And I scarce thinke on thee But what I cannot by my selfe Accomplish in this kinde Ile begge of thy celestiall Court Who to this is assign’d By thy all liueing loueing selfe To whome all loue is due To whome my heart hath bin most false Or rather neuer true The wch remembring my poore Soule Doeth euen faile and fainte As anie would, that here should finde Me out my sins to paint But thou thy selfe doeth say to vs Thou wilt not sinners death But that wee do conuert and liue Euen while our Soules haue breath And no more then to cease to bee No more canst thou refuse To pardon humble penitents That doe them selfes accuse Being no person thou excepts All haueing cost the deare Yea euen thy one life it selfe How can I therefore feare If euer yet thou hadst disdain’d Sinners that fleadd to thee Then had I little cause of hope But this none yet did see For if they doe returne to thee Thy heart thou wilt not close As wittnes cane my wretched Soule That was so like to losse All grace and goodnes (if thou hadst Not wth thy help preuented) By sins that would by bloody teares Be while I liue lamented If I as gratfull were to thee As thou deseruest I should Or as a nother in my case Vnto thy mercie would And all that time thou liuedst here Thou many wayes didst show That none should be refused by thee Who didst wth mercie flow And this my wicked heart did finde Who after sins so manie Haue found much fauour in thy Eyes wthout deserueing anie O blessed euer be my God For this preuenting grace Which I vnworthy haue receiued In this most happie place I fledd from thee by many Sinnes And thou didst follow me As if my miserie would haue caus’d Some detriment to thee How cane this chuse but wound my heart When I remember it And ever serve to humble me Whilst att thy feet I sitt From whence my Lord & my God & all Permitt me not to rise Till I doe loue thee as thou wouldst, The wch doeth all comprise For as thou knowest all other loues But thine I doe defie And lett this loue by thy sweett grace Possesse me totallie. All others for thy sake I loue With equall charitie Onely where obligation claimes Iustly more loue for thee To those yt most advanc’d my loue And my desire of thee These by respect thou doest exact Should be esteemed by mee, Yet not so much as to forgett or weaken this thy loue Which by thy law & will most iust I should prefere aboue Them, wch were but thy instruments And therefore it would seeme Very absurd, if I should them More then thy self esteeme Who didst by them thy counsell giue Wch was so good for me And second it wth thy sweet grace The glorie be to thee. Amen.
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