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Most glorious Father in whose School,
I liue and hope to dye,
God grant I may obserue thy Rule,
for in that al doth lye.
For no perfection can be named,
which vs it doth not teach.
O happy she, who in her soul,
the sense thereof doth reach!
But many praise Obedience
and thy humility,
And yet conceaue not as they should,
what either of them be.
The simple humble louing souls
only the sense find out
Of any discret obedient Rule,
and these are void of doubt.
Yea vnder shadow of thy wings
they vp to heauen fly,
And tast heere in this vaile of teares
what perfect peace doth lye,
Hid in performance of thy Rule
that leadeth vnto heauen;
O happy souls who it performe,
the ways so sweet and euen!
By Prayer and Patience its fulfilled,
Charity, Obedience,
By seeking after God alone,
and giuing none offence.
The more I looke vpon thy Rule,
the more in it I find,
O do to me the sense vnfold,
For letter makes vs blind!
And blessed, yea a thousand times,
Be thou who it hast writ,
And thy sweet blessing giue to them,
who truly performe it.
For those are they which wil conserue
this house in perfect peace,
Without which al we do, is lost,
and al thats good wil cease.
And praised be our glorious God,
who gaue to thee such grace,
Not only him thy-self to seeke,
but also out to trace
A way so easy and secure,
if we wil but thee heare,
To haue relation to our God,
who is to vs so neere,
For at this thou dost chiefly aime,
that God our souls do teach.
O if we did truly obey,
he would by al things preach
His wil to vs by euery thing
that did to vs befal;
And then as thou desirst it should
he would be al in al—
O pray deare Father that he euer be,
our only loue and al eternally. Amen.
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