THE SOVLES Lamentations, and loue to God.

Preces & Lachrymae.

Dumps and teares of REPENTANCE.

Aut ora, aut abi.
Aut Poenitendum, aut pe­reundum.

LONDON, Printed by Tho: Pur­foot. An: 1614.

To the Christian READER.

THinke not (good Christian REA­DER) that these Prayers may on­ly be appropriated vnto my selfe. They are not onelie the Anatomie of my Soule, and the discouery of my life; but whatsoeuer poenitent & true hearted Christian shall light vpon them, I doubt not but he will thinke they were deuized & ordained of God for him. By them thou maist [Page] find the Scripture verified, which saith; To the weake I become as weake, that I may winne the weake, 1. Cor. 9 22. Or rather that, Whether wee be afflicted, it is for your consola­tion and saluation; or whether wee bee comforted, it is for your consolation & saluation, 2. Cor. 1.6. If God bring some to the gates of death for the comfort of others; what ac­count wee all ought to make joyntly of our selues, and what possible comfort to mi­nister one vnto another se­verally, in temptations, in afflictions, in pouerties, in necessities, in all the worlds jniuries wherewith wee are [Page] vexed euery day, thou seest. Seeing also wee esteeme nor to discouer our nakednesse, and to set our jnfirmities vn­to the view of men for his servants sakes, that their ioy may be full; knowing that if they be weake, so are wee, if they be strong, so are we: if they be sinfull, so are we: if they be poenitent, so are we. Let God be glorified, and let euery sorrowfull soule tri­umph in Christ vpon the view of our weaknes. For he that refused not vs, refuseth none of his that come vnto him, call vpon him faithful­ly, turne from jniquity, and worship him in spirit and in [Page] truth. This one thing I en­treat of thee, Aske not my name: it will not profit thee; I am thy fellow seruant, let that suffice thee: In thy prai­ers remēber me for a while, if thou know mee, and know me by thy selfe, and it shall satisfie me to the full: I doe & will pray for thee. Our Lord Iesus Christ be with thy Spirit. Amen.

To the Sinner.

CHristian Sinner: bee not offended at the passions of these Prai­ers. Thou wilt not: thou canst not: if euer thou hast felt either thy sinnes, or thy sauiour; the one to afflict and affright thee, the other to ease & refresh thee. There is no greater burden then the burden of sin: There is no greater ioy then the ioy of the holy Ghost, giuen and inspired of God through Jesus Christ our Lord, The one is hell, and the other is Heauen here on Earth. The spirit of a man will sustaine his infirmity: but a wounded spirit who can beare? And so contrary: The hart that is possessed with The peace of God that passeth all vnderstan­ding; no doubt, reioyceth with ioy vnspeakeable and glorious. Adde hereunto: Jf the deare Saints of God, (especially the holy Prophet Dauid,) forced not, as it were, to shunne them­selus [Page] in the eye of the world, that they might satisfie their Consciences, and glorifie God▪ Jt ought not to seeme strange to any sanctified soule, that the Author hereof hath made him­selfe (in a manner) a gazing stocke to the world, to Angels, and to men: To become weake vnto the weake that he might winne the weake; all to all, that at the least hee might gaine some. Jt is no matter what shame be poured on the face of a sinfull, mise­rable, and mortall man: so that one soule thereby may be gained to Christ. And J like exceedingly of that excel­lent resolution of supereminent Saint Augustine. Confitebor infirmitates meas oraturis pro me fratribus. Be thy discretiō what it will, this is mine in God. And so I wish thee the com­fort of heart in the Sau [...]o [...]r of the world; of whome I am sure thou hast great need, as well as I.

Thine in truth and charity. B: L.

DEVOVT PRAYERS.

¶ A Confession, lamenta­tion, and submission to God.

O Lord, my God: I haue sinned, and done wickedly, I haue grieuouslie sinned, & done excéeding wic­kedly: my sinnes are in num­ber [Page] infinite, and most abhomi­nable in nature. Oh good Lord: I haue prouoked thine excellent Maiestie, and thy strong power, and thine vp­right Iustice, to condemne me bodie and soule sodainly. Surely it is of thy mercy that I am not already cōsumed: I haue deserued presently, euen now (Lord) before the next nioment, to bée deliuered vp into the hands of hell, and of the Prince of darknesse, the Tyrant of the soule of man, Satan the Deuil. For I haue serued him and neglected thée: I haue from my youth obeyed him and despised thy Maiesty (oh most glorious, mightie, [Page] and terrible God) thy power, and thy Iustice I haue despi­sed and set at naught: And yet if this were all: I had committed but small offence in respect of that which I haue done. For thy mercy, thy mer­cie (oh Lord) thy compassions (oh good God) thy compassi­ons infinite, and vnspeaka­ble, and vnconceiuable, euer­more alluring me, calling me back, & euē beséeching me (my Conscience bearing witnesse) to refraine from iniquitie, I haue cast behind me, and most vile wretch, then whom there is none liueth more wretched that shall be saued, I haue tro­den and trampled vnder my [Page] féet. True it is (my God and my mercifull Redéemer) it is most true: that when thou hast offered mee grace, I haue refused it, & when thine Angell hath stood on my right hand, and Satan on the left, I haue reiected thine Angell, and turned aside vnto Sa­than, I haue leaned vnto the left hand, and not vnto the right. So I haue traiterously misused thy Maiestie, & haue shewed my selfe a notorious, wilfull, and vnrepentant re­bell: yea as a swift Roe of the Forrest, or as a Dromedarie of Midian, or as a wild Asse of the Wildernes, that snuf­feth vp wind at pleasure: I [Page] haue runne hastily and head­long from the right and high way of life, into by-paths of death and destruction: I haue entred league with sins, and haue trauailed quietly hand in hand with the Princes of euerlasting darknesse: I haue suffered my selfe to be led by them vnto the bottomles pit: & therein I had almost plun­ged my selfe vnawares: I was euen cleane gone from thy presence, and remembred thée no more: Then, euen then (oh sweet God) when I was held in chaines of dark­nes, thou didst send thine An­gell and deliuer me. What shall I giue vnto thée? How [Page] shall I be thankfull? I will praise thée with ioyfull lips: I will sing to thée frō ye ground of my heart. Accept the sacri­fice of praise, I will take the cup of saluation, and pray vn­to thée. Behold I come vnto thée right humbly, oh Lord heare me, oh Lord heare me: O Lord despise me not. If thou makest as though thou hearest not, I die, and what profite is there in my bloud? Spare me (good Lord) spare me Heare and forgiue, I pre­sent vnto thée Christ Iesus, hée came into the world to saue sinners: of whom not S. Paul, but I, euen I the slaue of sinne that now am before [Page] thée, I am the chiefe: which I speake not (Lord) for fashi­on, but from the depth of an oppressed and wearied Con­science thou knowest: It is time for thée now to lay to thy hand: for they haue destroy­ed thy law within my soule. They, euen mine enemies, & thine enemies, my sinnes and villanies haue destroyed thy law. I am brought euen hard to deaths dore, and Sathan, yea truely many Sathans, and many fiends, and furies, and concupiscences, and Le­gions of Diuels in me haue almost made an end of mée. My soule is a pray vnto them. O Lord deliuer mée, and bée [Page] mercifull vnto me. Deliuer my soule from the iawes of the Lyons. Deliuer me for Iesus Christs sake, sprinckle his bloud ouer my scorched Conscience: yet if thou suf­fer me to lye a while in these flames, Lord grant mee pati­ence, and I willingly suffer. Thy will bée done. I know thou wilt deliuer me, for thou hast promised and canst not lye, and thou art able readily: For thine is the kingdome, the power, and the glorie, for euer and euer. Amen.

¶ A wrestling with hardnes of heart, and a betaking of the Soule vnto Gods dispose.

OH mercifull Lord God, I am vtter­ly ashamed & con­founded: I am grieued at the very heart: my Soule is heauie and full of sorrow; my bones are dryed, and my sight fayleth me, be­cause of my sinnes. I lye in the midst of my cruell ene­mies, and the snares of Hell doe hold my heart in heaui­nesse: it grieueth me to con­fesse, [Page] it grieueth me very sore, the remembrance of mine ini­quities is a vexation vnto my soule, the shame of thē which yet I haue not shamed to cō ­mit in thy sight carelesly, com­monly, presumptuously, and péeuishly, doth euen astonish and amaze my wounded and languishing conscience: Yet I must confesse and will not deny vnto thée (Oh my God) I haue sinned excéedingly. Ah Lord God shew me thy countenance, and turne thy louing and fauourable face to­wards me, giue eare vnto my prayers, and consider my me­ditations; my mournfull meditations, how I mourne [Page] in my selfe, and am vexed. Héere (Oh Lord) yet vouch­safe to heare my request, vouchsafe to heare the con­fession of my sinfull and vn­godly life, of my wanton, and wicked behauiour; of my vile and abhominable sinnes and transgressiōs wherby I haue dismayed my heart, daunted my courage of faith and god­linesse, & euen (without thée) dammed my selfe body and soule. Heare I most humbly beséech thée (most louing Fa­ther of heauen) who neuer disdainest nor scornest them that come vnto thée. Heare my sinnes, my sinnes, my sinnes. Alas: how can I re­peate [Page] them? how can I re­member them? they are moe in number then the haires of my head, and my heart hath failed mée. I am euen already in the hell, and I lye couered with them and blinded (O God) I cannot sée thy face. If not now, euen when thou wilt. If thou neuer wilt, I know it not, for who hath knowen thy mind (O Lord) or who hath béene thy Coun­celler? Yet seeing I know not whether thou wilt shine vnto mée in the face of Iesus Christ, or no: I will there­fore trust in thee, and rest v­pon thée, & bequeath my soule vnto thée, though thou kill [Page] mée. And now according to my duty I will confesse, if hatefull heart filled with sin do say not for my duties sake, yet for the ease of my sto­macke: and if I so hate my selfe, and enuy mine owne ease, yet euen for spite to my corrupted conscience; I will confesse my wickednesse, and I will lay open my abhomi­nations, that I may delight in their remembrance, not that I delight in them, but that I abhorre them, and my selfe for them, and therein I take delight. Wherefore I confesse vnto thine eternall Maiestie fréelie without con­straint, willingly without [Page] compulsion, gladly, and ioy­fully, ioyfully that so much grace is left vnto me to con­fesse, but sorrowfully to my soule, (and woe worth my soule that euer I haue so a­bused, defaced, wounded it) but I confesse, I confesse, & where shall I begin: I con­fesse I haue sinned against Heauen, and against thée, a­gainst Earth, & against thée, against my selfe, and against thee, against all men, and a­gainst thée, against the whole course and order of nature, and against thée, against my creation, and against thée, a­gainst my redemption, and a­gainst thée, against my Iusti­fication, [Page] and against thée, a­gainst my Sanctificatiō, Pre­seruation, Faith, Hope, Cha­ritie, godlynesse, vertue, all grace that euer was giuen me (and it hath béene giuen in great measure) and against thée; against thée (Oh hea­venly Father) and thy Ma­iestie, mercy, and glory, and power, and Iustice, and good­nesse, I haue offended and trespassed most haynously & villanously. Oh Lord par­don me, Oh Lord forgiue me, forgiue my pride, and arro­gancy, forgiue my negligēce, contempt, and security; for­giue my idlenes, and vanity; forgiue my prophanes, & im­pietie; [Page] forgiue my vncleane­nesse, and vnchastity; forgiue my oppression, & iniury; for­giue my grosse, and godlesse, and shamefull, and vnnatu­rall, and vnmeasurable, and vnsatiable wickednesse. Ac­cept my confession, accept my contrition, accept my acknow­ledgement, accept my iudge­ment, and condemnation of my selfe; for mine owne con­science hath condemned me, and my ouer-many, and out-crying sinnes haue witnessed against me, if thou (Oh mer­cifull Iudge) pronounce the sentence of damnation a­gainst mée, it is thy mercy that thou hast staied thy fierce [Page] wrath, & ten thousand times deserued vengeāce thus long: yea verily, that thou didst not forthwith passe thine irreuo­cable sentence, it is thy great mercie. If now thou wilt do it and shew mee mercy no more, thou mayest do it in ve­ry equitie of Iustice, thou hast my confession, it doth me good that I haue béen vexed there­with, would it might please thée I might be more vexed vntill my hatred be perfect a­gainst vngodlinesse; thy will be done. I commit my selfe into thy hands. Do with me as seemeth good in thine owne eies, thou art a gracious God. Death is my desert, I am e­uen [Page] glad and it reioyceth me, that yet in one thing I can be obedient vnto thèe, euen in yéelding my soule to thy holy will though it bee to throwe downe to hell. Hell is my right and my portion, the enheri­tance that I haue deserued. If I be cast thereinto I must bée content: But yet there is hope. I deale with a mercifull Iudge; well: let there be no hope, Take my confession O God of my soule, do thy plea­sure, if I dye I die worthie of a thousand deaths, none more worthy. Alas my soule, alas my soule, Come swéet Iesus, come quickly, the pit is déepe, it is bottomlesse, despaire hath [Page] taken hold vpon me, and it draweth me, Lord shall I be damned indéed? oh take the sacrifice of a contrite spirit: oh remember the bloud of Ie­sus Christ: oh wash me, and cleanse me, and thou shalt find no wickednesse in me. Lord shal I be damned, that some­time haue trusted in thée, and haue hoped in thy holy name? I commit my soule into thine hands; oh remember thy son Christ; and so I commit it in­to thy mercifull hands again: For thine is the kingdome, the power, and the glory, for euer and euer. Amen.

¶ A comfortable conceit vpon review of the soule vnder Gods protection: And an earnest entreatie for godly perseuerance.

I Committed my soule into thy hands (oh Lord thou GOD of mercie) render it, restore it now; nay thine it is and kéepe it I beséech thee, and let mée haue a sight of it. Oh thanks bée vnto thy diuine Maiestie and vnspeakable mercy, that yet once againe thou hast wa­shed, and cleansed it, that thou [Page] hast sprinckled the bloud of Iesus Christ ouer it, that thou hast adorned and beautified it with glorious grace, and hast not taken thine holie Spirit from me. Lord pardon my vn­thankfulnes. Goe my soule vnto thy God at all times, for he loueth thée, he hath once lo­ued thée, and he loueth thée for euer. Goe vnto him, and tye thy selfe, be not separated oh my soule. He is thy God, he is thy Creator, he is thy re­déemer, he is thy Sauiour. O worship thou him in the beau­tie of holinesse. Oh mercifull Lord God haue pittie yet a­gaine on my distressed, for­lorne, and forsaken soule. It [Page] is wonderfully wounded vn­to the death. Oh saue me, saue me oh Lord, why am I thus? why art thou angry with me for euer? I will hope in thy holy name, oh let me not go a­way ashamed because I haue put my trust in thée. Who e­uer trusted in thée, and was confounded? And shall I? Surely thou wilt heare mee, thou wilt helpe me, thou wilt comfort me; My heart tel­leth mée: thy spirit beareth witnesse vnto me, that I shall bee relieued, and comforted, and made glad, and excéeding ioyfull, with the light of thy countenance. Behold, euen as the eyes of a seruant doe [Page] looke vnto the hand of his mai­ster, and the eyes of a maiden vnto the hand of her Mistres, euen so mine eyes wayt vpon thée my God, vntill thou haue mercy vpon me. Make spéed O Lord and be not slack, it is time, it is high time I beséech thee Lord let me beg my soule out of the hands of Satan, for Iesus sake, and draw my soule (oh louing Father) vn­to Iesus Christ: let him com­mand Satan to yéeld it vp a­gaine. Seeing he hath no title, no interest, why should hee haue any possession, oh that it were wholy imployed in thy seruice. Heare then Lord, and forgiue all my sinnes past, my [Page] Rose-coloured and bloud-red sinnes: remember thy mer­cies in Iesus Christ my only Sauiour & most louing Re­déemer; to whome with thée and the holie Ghost, one God Almighty, eternall, and most mercifull, bee praise, and glorie, for euer and euer. Amen.

¶ An excellent wrestling with Iesus Christ.

OH swéet Iesu Christ sonne of God, sonne of the Father, lord of life, sonne of [Page] Dauid, redéemer of the world haue mercy vpon me misera­ble sinner. I haue defaced the glorious Image after which I was created: I haue per­uerted my wayes, and deliue­red my soule into the power of Satan. I was held cap­tiue, and bound in the chaines of euerlasting darkenes, yet thou (Oh Lord) didst redéeme mée with thy most precious bloud: thou didst deliuer me, and set me at libertie: thou diddest offer vp thine owne body vpon the crosse, and sub­mit thy selfe vnto the death for my sake, and this my re­demption thou didst seale in my heart by the most comfor­table [Page] gift of Faith, and other Christian vertues attending therevpon: so that I gaue my selfe to loue thée, and chéere­fully to serue thée; and call vpon thée: then didst thou answere me againe, and fil­ledst my heart with gladnes; yea (swéet Iesu) thou know­est that my heart within mée hath leaped, and daunced for ioy of thy louing coūtenance, and vnspeakable mercies. May it please thee, I know it doth please thée (Oh merci­full Redéemer) to continue thy louing kindnes towards mée. I know, and I con­fesse (for if I deny I am a ly­er) that I haue notwithstan­ding [Page] thy tender loue towards me, in redéeming my sinfull and wretched soule, greatly, and notoriously abused, and contemned thy goodnes; wan­tonly, and wickedly kicked, and spurned against thy holie grace, the seale of mine eter­nall election, and redemption, wonderfully, and strangely, (oh good Christ) thou knowest most villanously, presumptu­ously, and almost despightful­ly defacing and rasing out the print thereof by most heinous transgressions heaped vp to­gether, & encreasing in great measure in most vile and ab­hominable sort; so that I had almost lost faith, and fallen [Page] from grace: But continuall and euerlasting praise bée gi­uen to thée: thou hast lifted me vp frō the gates of death, from the pit of hell, and power of the Diuell. The slye and subtill snares of damnation were spread vnder me, and I stumbled, and fell; and now was hell and death, and dam­nation, preparing a triumph ouer my soule, now was the Diuell stepping with his grée­dy téeth to teare; and loe, thou sonne of God, thou saui­our of men, thou strong and mighty by thy mighty power, whereby thou art able to sub­due all things vnto thy selfe, didst pluck me out of his téeth, [Page] and deliuer me. What shall I render vnto thy Maiestie? thy power, thy goodnesse, thy mercie, thy most vndeserued (true Lord, and most true) compassion, and pittie? What shall I render vnto thée for all the good that thou hast done vnto me? Surely I will con­fesse vnto thée my wickednes, and be sorrie for my sinne. I will magnifie and praise thy name for euer. I will speake of thy louing kindnesse, and make mention of thy saluati­on; Oh Lord, who is like vnto thée, that deliuerest me from him that is to strong for mée, and spoileth mee? My soule shall make her boast of [Page] thée, and shal not be ashamed, because thou Lord hast holpen me, and comforted me. More­ouer (oh my Iesus) I will not cease to pray vnto thee, dispose me therevnto I most humbly beséech thée, for without thée I can doe nothing. Oh let my prayer come before thée, and enter into thy presence, Let me neuer be so mightily ouer­come, and so shamefully ouer­throwne as I haue béene. Giue me thy constant spirit: bréed in my heart and Consci­ence a deadly hatred, and des­perate enmity of sinne and wickednesse: let me neuer be reconciled vnto them againe: Oh let my soule loue thy most [Page] precious blood, by which it is washed and cleansed from most vile corruptions. Let me die (oh Lord) and depart this life before I so contemp­tuously, as indeede I haue done, tread, and trample it, as it were vnder my profane féet. Oh let me die first I vn­fainedly desire thée (my swéet Sauiour:) For why should I liue to dishonour thée in such sort? Why should I liue still to prouoke thy wrath, and mine owne vnquietnesse? I haue profaned thy sanctified and sanctifying blood, I haue buffeted thée on the face; I haue whipped and scourged thée most cruelly: I haue by [Page] most odious impiety crucified thée afresh vnto my selfe. Ah sinnefull wretch laden with iniquity; heauie laden; Oh laden, oh when wilt thou re­fresh me? quicken me in thy righteousnesse, and clense me from all my filthinesse, oh clense me & I shall be cleane, whiter thē snow, clearer then glasse, acceptable to the righ­teous Iudge God our Fa­ther, louing, and mercifull, who neuer refuseth thée (oh Christ) his welbeloued Son. I beseech thée, I beseech thée restore mee; make glad my heart againe, render now thy grace, which I haue lost by my trespasse; and from pre­sumptuous [Page] sinnes (oh Lord) keepe me: set Angells about me to draw me by violence from such vngodlinesse. If thou wilt thou canst make me cleane, and thou art mer­cy it selfe, and yet hitherto none hath trusted in thée, and béen sent away empty, and thou art able, For all power is giuen to thée in heauen and in earth; and at the name of Iesus euery knée must bow, both of things in heauen, and things in earth, and things vnder the earth: now I com­mit my cause vnto thy diuine wisedome, and vnspeakable mercy: now I craue pardon, now I craue grace, and con­tinuance [Page] therein, and in thy good time thou wilt not fayle to giue, (oh Lord) strengthen my patience, and increase my faith, for thine is the King­dome, the power, and the glorie, for euer and euer A­men.

¶ A comfortable confessi­on and Supplication.

O Lord God, great and fearfull, most mighty, and full of strength: Be­hold how I mourne in my prayer, and am vexed, my [Page] sorrowes are gone ouer my head, my sinnes are bound vp in a bundle to be layd vppon mée, nay to be repeated, my soule is payned and pined a­way through my dayly com­plainyng, and yet thou (oh righteous Iudge) continuest holy, and iust in thy iudge­ments. Thy punishments are inflicted vpon me; thine arrowes sticke fast in mée, thou hast wounded me sore; but in mercy thou hast chaste­ned me, my rebellious haue deserued much more, nay in­finite; and yet it pleaseth thy Maiestie to be mercifull vnto me, euen so Father because it is thy good pleasure to saue [Page] sinners, of whom I am the chiefe. O God of mercies and compassions; of Father, and Spirit of all comfort, and consolation, heare thy seruant that putteth his trust in thee; heare, and giue eare: thy mer­cies haue drawne me vnto thée, and thine innumerable compassions haue constrained me to acknowledge vnto thée Holy, holy, holy, true in pro­mise; faithfull in mercy; full of kindnes, long suffering and of great goodnes, won­derfull in pity, and most won­derfull, thou sparest when we deserue punishment, and in thy punishment thou art not cruell, but seuere; nay rather [Page] gentle, and mercifull: euen gentlenes, and mercy, and méekenes, and patience, and tender loue, and kindnes it selfe. I see it, I find it, I con­fesse it, I giue thanks for it. What shall I render to thée? I will thanke thée, for thou hast wounded, and thou hast cured, and thou hast healed me, thou hast suffered me to slip into the gates of hell, and thou hast deliuered me. Oh ye that feare the Lord, magni­fie ye the lord with me, oh let vs come before him in the beautie of holinesse; for hee hath regarded the contemned estate of a sinner, and he one­ly forgaue my sinne: my soule [Page] doth testifie & make her boast of the Lord, I sought him early and late, in the day time and in the night season (this was my dutie, this was my necessity:) for a while he hid his face from me, and I was troubled; for a while he was angrie, and I consumed; for a while he held my sins before me, and I was amazed, asha­med, and confounded: but he turned his mercie toward me, and I receiued comfort, I conceiued hope, I perceiued that of very faithfulnesse hee caused me to suffer griefe; O magnifie the Lord with mee. He woundeth, and maketh whole againe; he afflicteth, [Page] and he deliuereth out of afflic­tion; he hath shewed me sor­rowes, and yet in the multi­tude of the sorrowes that I had in my heart, his comforts haue refreshed my soule. What comforts? Christ my Redeemer: my Sauiour, my King, and my God. Verily a King. Hee hath taken my sins, my presumptuous sins, and defaced them. Hee hath entred into my soule, and dis­possessed Satan, Legions of Deuils hee hath chased, and gotten himselfe the victorie. Reioyce in the Lord thy King (oh my soule) he ruleth in the midst among thine enemies. They are brought to nothing [Page] that sought to destroy thée. Iesus is in the midst of thée, euen in thy heart, and in thy soule to saue, he sitteth there, euen there also in thy consci­ence. Oh my redéemed soule betwéene the Cherubins; Be­hold thy king, behold, and be glad, his traine is with him, his Angels minister vnto him, & about thee they stand to driue away the fiends of hell, and to defend thée. Why then art thou so sad oh my soule? what aileth thée? Canst thou not rest vpon thy saui­our, thy horne, and thy buck­ler, and the strong God of thy saluation? O put thy trust in God; be strong, and of a good [Page] courage, and he shall establish thy heart, euen Iesus that de­liuereth thée from the wrath to come, hee shall so establish thine heart, and saue thée. O blesse his holie name. Oh praise him, and magnifie him for euer, he onely is the Lord, he onlie is the King, and there is none but he; Oh Iesu I adore and worship thée. Oh Christ I praise, & giue thanks vnto thée, Oh Redéemer I confesse vnto thée, mine is ye shame, thine is ye glorie, mine is the weaknes, thine is ye po­wer, the kingdome, the domi­nion, and rule ouer sinne and Satan, death, and hell. Sit still while thou art there; behold [Page] I scorne at sin and Sa­tan, they cannot enter. Auant Satan. Iesus is the Lord, thou hadst miserablie spoiled me; but loe my Redeemer is come; Auant Satan. Swéet Iesu; mightie Lord; my king; thy mercie is swéet, thy might is inuincible, the scepter of thy kingdome is a scepter of holinesse; holinesse the life of the soule, the seale of life, the earnest of inheritance in the kingdome of Heauen. O King in my heart sit still, rule still, liue still. And of a truth will God dwell with man? I thanke thée, I honour thée, I adore thée. Oh King liue for euer. Amen, Amen.

¶ A verie devout and zea­lous complaint against Inconstancy & Hyppo­crisie.

I Said I would forsake my wic­kednesse, and es­chew mine ini­quitie in thy sight, I resolued from a perfect and vpright heart (oh my GOD thou knowest) to giue an euerla­sting farewell to my sinne, I promised thy most sacred and excellent Maiestie from the ground of my grieued Con­science, that I would neuer [Page] returne as a Dog to my vo­mit, or a Sow that is washed to the wallowing in the myre. But alas how weake? how faithlesse? how inconstant? how forgetfull am I? how soone am I caried aside, and turned out of the way? how is my soule become a snare to take my selfe? how is my bo­dy a verie bondslaue to the sil­thy desires of my soule? how am I altogether corrupt and abhominable as before? I hate my sinne, and I commit my sinne, I abhorre my re­bellion, and yet yéeld to my rebellion. How is my soule pained, and my bodie pined by reason of my sinne? I haue [Page] fasted, and watched, and prai­ed, and wept, and confessed, and craued pardon many times, carefullie, zealouslie, vehementlie: and haue recei­ued comfort, conceiued hope of thy constant spirit, and yet my sinne remaineth. O vile wretch! O slaue of sinne! O drudge of transgression! O vassall of Satan that I am! what shall I doe? whither shall I flie? to whome shall I resort for deliuerance? If I say vnto my bodie doe not yéeld, it resisteth; If I say to my soule be not ouercome, it denieth. I am wholie euill, and there is no good thing in me. And yet my soule is more [Page] abhominable then this: for it flattereth me as though it would be obedient to thy spi­rit (oh God) but it dissēbleth with me. It is a very hypo­crite, in nothing constant, in nothing stedfast but in hypo­crisie, and in deceipt, it promi­seth, and it performeth not. Why art thou so wicked oh my soule? why art thou so false vnto me? why dost thou suffer Satan thine enemie & murderer to poyson thée, and so to kill thée? Oh miserable soule? why wilt thou dye? oh Iesus my life why am I departed from thée? Oh Ie­sus come vnto me whom my soule loueth. One depth cal­leth [Page] another: the depth of mi­sery, the depth of mercy. My misery is déepe, but thy mer­cie is bottomlesse, & I know no end therof. What then? be of good cheere my soule, go, seeke thy sauiour, follow af­ter him. Thy sinnes are ma­ny, and thou canst not num­ber them, they are heynous, and odious, and thou canst not esteeme the abhominati­on of them: but he hath num­bred them, and he knoweth their quality, and his mercies are without number & mea­sure. Infinite and not defi­nite to any persons; thou art not excepted; to any times this day thou shalt be accep­ted, [Page] as it is written. At what time soeuer, &c. oh put thy trust in God, and in the mer­cie of the most high, thou shalt not miscarry, he is the helpe of thy countenance, and thy God. Trust to him, rest in him, depend vpon him; fol­low after him, wrestle with him, pray vnto him, and leaue him not till hee bestow a blessing: till he change thy heart, and make it new, be not faint, neither forgetfull; without him thou shalt haue no rest, and in him thou shalt find rest, and ease, and com­fort, and ioy, and eternall life, and euerlasting felicitie, thou knowest my Soule when [Page] thou art with him thou art quiet, and glad because of the light of his countenance, whē thou art from him, thou art sad because thou art from thy ioy. Oh séeke thy Redéemer; forget not thy Sauiour, his mercie is thy life, oh life grant mercie. Oh Christ saue. I am a Leaper, if thou wilt thou canst make me cleane. I am the Publican, oh Lord bee mercifull vnto me a sinner, a great sinner, a grieuous sin­ner, the chiefe of sinners. Truth, oh truth, oh faithfull and true, oh swéet Iesu, who hath néed of thy mercie as I haue? Thou canst not bestow it on a more néedy begger? [Page] One drop of thy mercie swéet Iesu, sweet Iesu. Amen, A­men.

¶ The dumpe or dampe of despaire: whereout the sinner labouring, pittiful­ly complaineth and cry­eth vnto Christ Iesus to be refreshed and comfor­ted.

DAy by day haue I cryed vnto the Lord, and in the night when I was waking I thought vpon his mercies, and called for them. For I saw the vglie [Page] shape and innumerable mul­titude of my sinnes crying vengeance day and night. I perceiued I was afflicted, my soule was heauie, and my bo­die pined away, I cherished my flesh, and it would not re­maine, it rotted, and decayed. For the anger of the Lord, & the indignation of the most high, I brought my life down vnto the ground, and my sor­rows were encreased in my heart. For I was pained within me, and straightned in my owne bowels, then spake I to the Almighty, and sayd as the Prophet taught me. When thou with rebukes doest chasten man for sinne, [Page] thou makest his beautie to consume away as it were a moath fretting a garment, & I said, My wounds stincke, and are corrupt through my foolishnes, and I said, Thine arrowes sticke fast in me, and thy hand presseth mee sore. For I prayed daily, and yet my sinne remained, and the punishment of my sinne was hard vpon me. The Almigh­tie had couered his face with glorie, and I was troubled, I found no rest in my selfe, no refuge in any creature. Then I stood amazed in the presence of my God. For I could not speake, my sinnes were vn­folded, and layed open in his [Page] sight, & he remembred them. So I drew néerer and néerer vnto the pit, and accompted my selfe among the wicked. I was silent before the high Maiestie and most excellent glorie, for I could not speake, yea, my heart wandred too and fro, and I sought to hide me from his presence: But it would not be. The eye of iea­louzie séeth all things, and the eare of iealouzie heareth all things, and my sinnes were bound vp in a bundle before him, and the punishment for them lay sore vpon me. Then I said againe. Lord doest thou so correct thine own children? Where shall the wicked ap­peare? [Page] Surely they shall va­nish away like smoake when thou appearest to them in glo­rie. But I said of my selfe I am cast out of thy presence, and I am numbred with the reprobate generation. Neuer­thelesse, when I saw I could not lie hid, neither could auoid the righteousnesse of the righ­teous Iudge, neither yet was able to pacifie my vexed con­science, because I found no meanes in my selfe to forsake mine owne iniquitie, where­with I am cloathed as with a cloake. When I perceiued indéed, and knew throughly the most poore, wretched, and miserable estate of my soule, [Page] inclinable to no goodnes, but most vehemently with might and maine striuing against it: I came trembling vnto the Lord Iesus, I made my com­plaint and powred out my supplication before him, in this manner. Oh Iesu Christ the onlie Sauiour, annointed of the high God: Lord of life, of consolation, and eternitie, Redéemer of the world, recon­ciler of man vnto God: priest, and mediatour for euer, cloa­thed with the flesh of man to deliuer man from hell be­neath. Oh mercie, and good­nesse, and compassion it selfe, thou makest friendship be­twéene life and death, morta­litie, [Page] and immortality, cor­ruption, and incorruption; Heare me (O Lord) and cast me not away: wherefore didst thou die, but for sinners? why didst thou come into ye world but to saue sinners? To what purpose didst thou deliuer thy selfe into the hands of sin­ners? Was not this the cause of thy obedient life, and cruell death, the wretchednes of sin­ners? Why then (oh Iesu) I am a sinner. Why art thou absent from me? Thou camst not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance; call me then vnto thée, and draw me: For I cannot come of my selfe, I cannot come when [Page] I am called, except I bee drawen; without thée I can doe nothing: I cannot come vnto thée, Call me, draw me, come for me. I lie in the pit, I am spoyled of robbers: I am robbed of thy robes, mor­tification, and sanctification. The spoilers are my sinnes, my concupiscences, my cor­ruptions within me. They (oh Iesu) euen they haue spoi­led mee, dis-robed me of thy graces, disfurnished mee of thy riches, and vertues; Oh good Samaritan while I am weltring in my bloud, Oh while I am in my bloud, de­spise me not, passe not by me, haue pittie, and compassion [Page] vpon me. Bring thy bloud, thy most precious bloud, pre­cious, because not to be valu­ed at any price, better then the balme of Gilead, powre it in­to my wounds, it is wine, it is oyle, it hath a sauing ver­tue, O saue me my Sauiour, Iesu the sonne of Dauid haue mercy vpon mee, I thirst for thée, I long for thée, I faint for thée. Iesu thou sonne of Dauid haue mercie vpon me, I haue hoped in thy holie name. For why art thou the sonne of Dauid? Is it not be­cause of thy sure mercies to Dauid? and to his seed for e­uer? And who is the séed of Dauid? are not they that call [Page] vpon thée, that rest in thée, that haue no other saluation but thée, the séed of Dauid? O then I haue no helper, no sa­uiour, no redéemer, but thée, (oh Lord of life. O Prince of peace, oh GOD my righte­ousnes.) I haue none but thée. I am then the seed of Dauid, performe to me ye holy things of Dauid, the promises of e­ternall life. O sonne of Da­uid haue mercie vpon me. If thou wilt, thou canst make me cleane, purge me oh Physition of the soule: purge mee, and make mee cleane, let thy blood wash mee throughly, and I shall be cleane; I haue deser­ued thy iust conceiued fury: no [Page] reason thou shouldst heare & saue, but thine owne mercy, & thine own loue: I appeale vn­to them: wherefore hast thou called me, and taught me thy truth? In vain? O let it not be in vaine. Wherefore do I be­léeue thée to be sauiour of sin­ners? in vaine? O let it not be in vain But if I be not saued I belieue in vaine. Lord heare my praier, and let my sorrow­full sighing come before thée. So I trust. I will not di­strust, Helpe my vnbeliefe: I will lay my saluation on thy shoulders, oh Christ Iesu. For thine is the kingdome, the po­wer, and the glory, for euer, and euer. Amen.

¶ An humble suite for a liuely fayth.

OH Almighty God, and most merci­full Father, thou knowest my sor­rowes, and my rowling re­pentances within me; how I am grieued, and vexed that I haue transgressed against thée, oh Lord thou knowest. The terrors, and troubles of my heart are all open before thy Maiestie, whom that I haue prouoked to take swift vengeance vppon me I con­fesse, yea (oh mighty Mo­narche [Page] of heauen and earth) I confesse freely and willing­ly, that damnation of body and soule is my due, and the rather for that by mine ini­quities best knowen vnto thy sacred Maiestie, I haue refused Faith in the blood of thy Sonne Iesus Christ. I haue hardned my heart, and encreased my contempt a­gainst him. Now Lord, sée­ing it hath pleased thée to call to my remembrance, and consideration my transgressi­ons, to giue me grace to con­fesse and acknowledge them in a detestation of them: to seeke and sue for thy Sonne Iesus Christ in whom thou [Page] art well pleased, I beseech thée (oh Father) good Father as thou hast loued mankind fréely; so giue me the most ex­cellent and comfortable gift of Faith, in the death and passion of Iesus Christ, that I may beleeue stedfastly to my comfort in him, that he is the Sauiour, & Redeemer; not onely of others but of me also, euen of me (oh Father) thy Creature, though mise­rably deformed by sinne. Oh send thy holy spirit of grace into my heart, that I beeing dead & stinking in the graue of my wickednesse; yet may arise, and liue to thée, and thy glory for euer, through [Page] the powerfull might of Iesus Christ, by an vnfained and setled faith in my heart. Oh heauenly Father, I am al­most swallowed vp of des­paire, thy punishment doth so amaze me; Oh deliuer my soule from that fearfull mon­ster. I am ashamed and con­founded before thee, my sins are so many since my youth vp, & now thou callest thē to thy remembrance, and I can­not answere one for a Thou­sand. I will therefore lay mine hand vpon my mouth, and kéepe silence before thée, wayting for thy deliuerance, and for faith in Iesus Christ; oh send me faith, liuely and [Page] working, and comforting, that I may goe forward cou­ragiously in the path of sancti­fication all my life long. Grant this oh Father, that I may glorifie thy name, and reioyce in thée and in thy sa­uing health Iesus Christ my onely Lord, Redéemer and Sauiour. To whom with thée, and that desired and lon­ged for holy Ghost, thrée per­sons, and one Coequall, and Coeternall God, be all glo­rie and praise, and Dominion and Maiestie, and thanks­giuing from henceforth, and for euermore, Amen.

¶ A gladsome thanksgi­ving for the tast of Gods mercie.

ETernall GOD, whose habitation is in heauen, and whose wōderfull and gratious prouidence in all the world: thanks be giuen to thy most sacred Maiestie, that being so high, thou hast respect vnto the lowly: that being so powerfull and migh­ty, thou hast regard to my misery. Oh gratious and most louing Father in Iesus Christ my Sauiour, hath it [Page] pleased thee indéed to take the prey from the mighty (my soule from Satan) and to let the iust captiuitie goe frée? my sinnefull soule and body in­déed, and truth, snared and captiued of the Prince of darknes, to be loosed from the chaines of hell, infirmitie, e­normity, presūptiō, custome of iniquitie? it is true, it hath pleased thée? euen so Father, because it was thy good plea­sure. I acknowledge, and confesse that this hath procée­ded of thine euerlasting and neuer dying mercies. I will therefore take vp the cup of saluation, that thou hast rea­ched vnto me, and drinke it [Page] vp, health vnto my bones, to my bowels, to my nauill, to my soule. I haue sucked the dregs of the cup of trembling; but the cup of trembling is ta­ken from me, now thou hast refreshed me with chéerefull wine, the bloud of Iesus Christ. I will make menti­on of thy righteousnesse al­wayes, I will sing praise & honour vnto thée with my whole heart: I was dead, but I am aliue, I was wi­thered like haye; but now I shall flourish as a gréen hearb, beyond all hope. Loe: this this is the portion of thē that turne from iniquity in Iacob, and feare the Lord seruing [Page] him in vprightnes and truth. Thus is the Lord mercifull vnto his seruants whome he hath chosen: He kéepeth them that they do not fall for euer. Thus is hee mercifull vnto them for his owne sake. O King of Kings, thou dweller in eternitie, séeing so farre it hath pleased thée to visite the distressed estate of a sinner, and to lead me in the path of righteousnesse, thou art vn­changeable, one and the same, and hast neuer vsed to repent thée of thy compassions, heare me, and giue eare, and looke vpon mee through thy sonne Iesus Christ, and please thy selfe with me. Grant that I [Page] béeing continually couered with his obedience (as with a cloake) may be euer accepta­ble in thy sight, accompanie me the whole race of my mor­tall life, with his, and thy most sacred and wise grace, that so it may appeare to the ioye of my sorrowfull heart, and peace of my conscience; as also to the sight and perfect knowledge of men, that thou art mercifull vnto mee of a truth, that thou hast lifted me vp; that in thy wrath thou didst punish me: but in thy mercy hast compassion on me; because I haue hoped in thy holy name, and haue waited for thy saluation. And as for [Page] me (my God) performe the worke of comfort, which thou hast begunne in mee, and en­crease the ioy of my spirit from day to day, and bring me forth into the light, a mirrour of thy mercies, & a spectacle of thine vnspeakable and rich com­passions, through Iesus Christ our Lord and only Saui­our. A­men.

¶ The Sinners deniall of himselfe, and lowlie peti­tion to bee accepted of God, and receiued into his conduct.

O Almightie God, Father of mer­cies, and God of all consolati­ons: I haue now séene, and had experience in déed and truth, that in me, that is in my flesh, there dwel­leth no good thing. For the very fountaine is corrupted, euen my heart within me, the fountaine of all my actions. I [Page] find it indéed full of filthinesse in it selfe: full of rebellion a­gainst thée; hating thy most excellent Maiestie, and euen wishing that thou werest no God at all, that it might the more francklie, and fréely set on fire the whole course of na­ture in me, and so draw me body and soule into the lake that burneth with fire and brimstone, Fier that neuer goeth out. I doe heere ther­fore fréely acknowledge and confesse, that my destruction is sought mightily & mayn­ly by my selfe: but my Sal­uation is of thée. I doe vn­fainedly repent me of my wicked heart, and as héereto­fore [Page] I haue in vprightnes & truth dedicated and deuoted the same vnto thy heauen­ly protection: (as thou know­est): so now in like man­ner I wholy resigne my selfe into thy hands, beséeching thée to take this vngodly heart, and frame it anew, to make it pliable, and fit for thy selfe. I know thou hast no néed of my seruice, for thou canst command the stones, and they will arise and prayse thée. But yet seeing I who­ly deny my selfe, and betake my life to the good gouernmēt of thy Sonne Iesus Christ my blessed Sauiour: I be­séech thée, oh Lord I beseech [Page] thée accept the soule of thy ser­vant. Let me now sée and experience ye power of Christ against Satan. I haue expe­rienced mine owne power which is weaknesse, not able to encounter with the strong man. The life that héereaf­ter I shall liue, let me liue it wholy, (oh mercifull Father) by the faith in the death of Ie­sus Christ, and let Christ liue in me by his gracious and sanctifying spirit, that from henceforth I may vn­fainedly detest, and abhorre my former wickednes and may be renewed as a gar­ment, and receiue the King­dome of Christ in my consci­ence [Page] as a Child, euen so (Fa­ther of heauen): so be it. For thou hast magnified thy mer­cies in me, and so magnifie them for euer. Thou hast disappointed Satan of my soule, and so disappoint him still; of a truth I perceiue that thou art faithfull, and true in thy promises, and lo­uest thy Children with an e­uerlasting loue. Glory, and honour, and great worship, and all power, might, and Maiestie, be ascribed vn­to thée. For thou art worthy oh GOD most high. A­men.

¶ In the instant and vrgent assault of Temptation, a very earnest prayer.

LOrd, why abhor­rest thou thy ser­uant? why hidest thou thy face frō me? Heare thou in heauen, thy dwelling place, thou possessor of heauen and earth, thou maker of all things, thou louer of men, thou sauer of soules heare and giue eare, and let my prayer enter into thy presence. The tempter is ready, my heart is weake, [Page] my soule is wicked. I shall cōspire against thee with Sa­tā, I shal enter a league with death and hell: I am fettered in the chaines of eternall damnation: Oh Lord God Almighty, strong, and mer­cifull, heare thou in heauen thy dwelling place: Behold mine owne desires are confe­derate against me, and mine inward affections conspire to­gether to ouerthrow mee. Now euen now, am I ready to be taken away: now my sinful body vexeth my simple soule, now my simple soule enthralleth her selfe to my sin­full body: Now heare, and helpe, oh God of heauen: my [Page] Sauiour sayd it; I surely find it: The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weake. Sa­tan is strong, hee is very strong, he hath strengthened mee against my selfe. Oh strength of Israel, strength of thy Chosen, strength of thy Children, strengthen me for my selfe, as Satan hath strengthened me against my selfe. If thou my God, my rocke, my refuge will saue, who can destroy? If thou wilt deliuer, who shall im­prison? If thou wilt but say the word: let the iust capti­uitie goe frée: giue mee the soule (oh Satan) that I haue loued for euer, that I haue e­lected [Page] before the world; that my sonne hath redéemed with his precious bloud: what Sa­tan? What sinne? What death? What hell? What hatred? what curse? what law? what guilty conscience? what despaire? what damna­tion can hold it backe? Thou art Almighty, thou art All-sufficient, mighty against all that resist thy might, and ther­fore all these: sufficient for all that band themselues against thy sufficiency, and therefore for these. For these (O Lord God most mercifull and lo­uing Father) whether they be in mee, or about mee, thou art Almighty, thou art all-sufficient. [Page] Wicked sinne, a guiltie conscience, a despairing soule, these are within me; O God dispossesse them. Lawe, and curse, hatred, and hell, death, and diuell, and dam­nation it selfe; these are about me: Oh Lord disperse them. Arise (Lord) and let thine e­nemies be scattered: let these that hate thée flée before thée. Oh deliuerer of the captiues, helper of the afflicted, relieuer of the oppressed, comforter of the grieued, my temptation is at hand, my temptation is at hand. I fall, I fall, Lord lift me vp. Lord lift vp the light of thy countenance vpon me. Where art thou my God? Oh [Page] my soule what doest thou? where art thou my God? My soule whither wilt thou? what haue I done vnto thee? why doest thou betray me? But where art thou my God? Oh heare me now I call. O helpe me now I cry vnto thée. The assault is grieuous, the vio­lence is villanous, the danger is desperate, oh wretched cre­ature that I am: Who shall deliuer me from this body of death? Oh I am weake hear­ted. I am soule sicke. I am faint spirited. I finde no meanes of resistance. Now I fall, now I yéeld, now I am tempted, now I am ta­ken, now I consent, now I [Page] runne headlong vpon mine owne damnation. Oh my breast is pinched, my heart is pained, my soule afflicted, my infirmitie surprized, my con­science vexed, mine affection enflamed, my presumption encreased, I yéeld, I fall, I sinne, I dye. Oh God, oh good God, oh gracious God heare me: oh spirit, oh holy spirit, oh comfortable spirit (thy name is the comforter) oh come and assist me. O Ie­su, sweet Iesu, Iesu that deli­uerest vs from the wrath to come. Come heare me, come helpe me, come saue me, come stand by me. Rebuke Satan, rebuke sinne, I beséech thee [Page] (my Sauiour, my gentle Sa­uiour) rebuke my sinfull soule that resteth vpō thée, reforme my soule that longeth for thée: Suffer mee not to bée tempted aboue my strength, of my self I haue no strength; Bee thou my strength, my castle and deliuerer, at this time, and at all times, in my perplexities, assaults, and temptations: So be it, euen so bee it, so I trust, and so I rest. Iesu that deliuerest vs from the wrath to come. A­men.

¶ A prayer for grace and diligence to pray.

OH most mercifull God, and louing Father: I con­fesse, & acknow­ledge my negligent and care­lesse behauiour towards thée, as in all the course of godli­nesse, so chiefly in deuotion and godly praier. Haue mer­cy vpon me, and forgiue my securitie. I haue hindred ma­ny good things from my selfe that I haue not prayed for. I haue thereby vilified thy hea­uenly blessings, and riches of [Page] thy mercie: I haue brought leauenesse vnto my soule: Oh gracious God, stirre vp my dull and dead spirit, and quic­ken me in thy holinesse, that my breast being set on fire, and enflamed with thy mani­fold mercies and graces, I may diligently direct my peti­tions vnto thée, and so obtaine according to my necessitty. Open mine eies O Lord, that I may sée my wants clearly, touch my heart that I may pray vnto thee faithfully, fer­uently, & continually. Heare me (oh good God) and quicken me according to thy mercie. Oh disperse mine iniquities as a cloud after a great raine. [Page] Now after the time that thou hast visited my sinne vpon me, returne, returne I beséech thée in great compassion. My soule is afraid of thy iudge­ments, I am beaten backe with feare of thy wrath; when I thinke to pray, my heart is cold within me, I am astoni­ed, and sodainly cast downe. LORD, lift me vp to thy throne in prayer, thou that hast lift me vp from the gates of death. Where is thy liuely spirit? Swéet God, Iesus my Sauiour promised me the comfortable spirit. In his name I beséech thée send it in­to my heart. It will teach me and warne me to pray: so shal [Page] I be sure to obtaine my pray­ers. Heare me (O Lord) for my Sauiour Iesus sake, to whome with thée, and the holie Ghost be all honor, glorie, and praise. Amen.

¶ A thankfull acknowledge­ment of diuine mercies in Iudgements.

OH most mightie Lord God, Crea­tor, Gouernour, and possessour of Heauen and earth: Wise­dome is about thy throne, and thy kingdome is established [Page] in iudgement. Whatsoeuer pleaseth thee, that dost thou in heauen and in earth, and in all déepe places. Thou be­holdest, and considerest the waies of men: and thou re­wardest euery man according to his workes. Thou callest for punishment, and it run­neth like the swift lightning vpon the transgressors. Thou commandest vengeance, and vengeance entreth into all places, the stately pallaces of Princes, and the beggarly cottages of the poore. There is nothing hid frō the bright­nesse of thy presence. Thine eyes in euery place (a thou­sand times brighter then the [Page] Sunne) behold the euill and the good. There is nothing can be deliuered from the fircenes of thy wrath. It burneth like fire euen to the bottome of hell. Thou dost correct the wicked with the vengeance of eternall fire. Thou dost cha­sten thine own children (whē they goe astray and wander in the pathes of the vngodly) with the corrections of men, Infamy, pouerty, sicknesse of bodie, weaknes of mind, im­prisonment, banishment, per­secution, and temporall death. Oh Lord our gouernour how excellent is thy name? how woonderfull are thy iudge­ments in all the world? And [Page] yet for all this how few there are, euen a very few, that con­sider thy worke that is done vnder the Sunne; that pon­der thy iudgements though they be vpon themselues? Oh palpable blindnesse, oh dull forgetfulnes, oh great securi­ty, oh grosse impietie, thou smitest, and no man regar­deth, thou punishest, and no man considereth, thou layest thy iudgements to the view of all men, and no man layeth them vnto his heart. Blessed is hee whome thou instructest by punishment, and guidest in the way of iudgement. Surely this is a great mercy, and it passeth all thy workes, [Page] O teach me thy iudgements, thy louing corrections haue made me glad: To me thou hast reuealed mercy in iudge­ment, thou hast assured con­solation by correction. Why so? For I prayed vnto thée in the sorrowes of my soule. Correct mee O Lord yet in thy judgement, not in thy fury, &c. So I prayed, for I was content to beare thy pu­nishment, because I had sin­ned against thée. This my prayer thou hast graciously granted vnto me, thou hadst respect vnto the humble suite of a sinner. Therefore in thy fury thou didst not correct me with violent fire which doth [Page] deuoure the Aduersary, with euerlasting paines thou didst not reward mee as I deser­ued: but in iudgement thou hast punished me, with the corrections of men: Infa­my, pouerty, sicknesse, weak­nes; and such like, and so thou hast graunted my petition, thou Lord hast receiued my prayer, thou hast chastned me with thy Children, least I should be condemned with the reprobate. And thus to me thou hast reuealed mercy in iudgement. Thus thou hast assured consolation by correction. Héere is thy mer­cy (oh mercifull God) to graunt mee my request this [Page] was thy mercie to giue eare in this thing vnto a sinner, this was thy great mercie, I grant it, I confesse it, I pro­fesse it, I praise thy name for it: Oh Iehoua. This is the garment of gladnesse for the spirit of heauinesse, oh God my heart is ready, my heart is ready, I will sing & giue prayse. Awake my glorie, awake my grace, a­wake my soule, all the secrets of my Soule awake. I my selfe will awake right early. Reioyce (my deere Soule) in the Lord thy God, and againe I say reioyce. Oh righteous Father: thou hast executed thy iustice, and extended thy [Page] mercy vpon me both together. Who can declare thy noble Acts, and shew forth all thy prayse? who can doe as thou dost? can a Man? can a Saint? can an Angell? can any powre, and Principali­ty, any throne, or dominion bring good out of euill, swéet out of sowre, honor out of shame, life out of death, out of vengeance mercy, as thou dost? To thée therefore (oh Iehoua) and to thée alone shall all flesh come, shall all creatures in heauen, and in earth, and vnder the earth be subiect, to thée shall my soule and all the secrets of the same be dutifull, and obedient from [Page] henceforth and for euermore. I will sing vnto thée among much people, and will not be ashamed. I will speake of thy praises in the congregati­ons, my Soule shall make her boast of thée, and I will euer remember this, that in wrath thou thinkest vppon mercy. I will remember and not forget: euen so be it (oh Father of heauen) through Iesus Christ thy onely Son, in whom thou art well plea­sed, my onely Sauiour in whome I am fully comforted. So be it.

¶ A Meditation sealing E­ternall Election by the consideration of good Education.

O Most gracious God, and louing Father, who in thy sonne Iesus Christ before the world was made diddest predestinate, & foreappoint some men to life, and some to death, some to glory, and some to contempt, some to saluation, and some to condemnation, euen of thy good pleasure. I giue thée most humble, and hearty [Page] thankes that thou hast chosen me to life, glory, and saluatiō, fréely, and of thine owne ac­cord, when it might haue plea­sed thée to reprobate mee for euer. Euē so (Father) because it was thy good pleasure: a tast of this loue and fauour thou hast giuen me by the reuelati­on of Iesus Christ. Hereby I am assured yt I am predesti­nate vnto eternall life, that I haue faith in the death & blood­shed of Iesus Christ. O Lord encrease my Faith. Moreouer this thine ancient loue, eter­nall, and without beginning is manifested to me more per­fectly, for that it pleased thée yt I should not only be borne of [Page] godly parents embracing thy truth, but also by them bee brought vp and trained from my child-hoode in a course of godlinesse and vertue, that so comming vnto riper yeares I might bee grounded & establi­shed in thy holy waies. Oh mercifull father, my consciēce and sinnes doe testifie against me that I haue not deserued the least of thy mercies that thou hast enriched me withall from my youth vp, much lesse this so great and inestimable a grace to bee followed with thy louing kindnesse, and at­tended vppon by thy grace through good education all my life long to this present houre. [Page] For (to confesse a truth) I haue not ceased to prouoke thée continually, I haue not ceased to transgresse against thy holy Maiesty, in thought, word, and déed euery day, yea Lord in great and grieuous sort, early and late, in child-hood, in youth, in middle age, ignorantly, and wittingly, weakly and presumptuously, in such sort (O Father) that it is maruaile I am not alrea­dy consumed, already con­demned. Yet for all this, thy louing fauour hath accompa­nied me euermore; and now I perceiue the good fruit of godly education. Oh my God what shal I render vnto thée? [Page] how shall I bee thankefull? what recompence dost thou looke for? behold I will thanke thée in Christ Iesus thy belo­ued Sonne, and my blessed Sauiour: I will trust in thy mercie for euer through him. I will liue in thy feare by his power, I will serue thée with an vnfeigned heart, and glo­rifie thée in my body, and in my soule, by the working of his grace and spirit all the daies of my life. Oh conti­nue forth thy louing kindnes towards me from henceforth, and for euer, that being con­ducted and guided through this vale of misery; after I haue a little recouered my [Page] strength in bodie and spirit, performed my duty, patiently suffred, and endured the ap­pointed crosse for me: I may in the end receiue the end of my faith and hope: euen the saluation of my soule, and at that great day the glorificati­on of both body and soule through the same, my Lord and Sauiour Iesus Christ, to whome with thée, and the holy Ghost, be eternall and equall praise for euer. A­men.

¶ In weeping, mourning, and bitter anguish, a con­fession and prayer.

OH Lord God, what shal I say vnto thée? O fa­ther of Heauen how shall I en­treat thée? I am horriblie af­fraid of thy iudgments, I am wonderfully abashed at thy glorious presence, I am vtter­ly ashamed of mine own base­nes, vilenesse, wretchednesse, dust, & ashes: flesh and blood, filth and froth, swill, and sinne that I am, who shall giue me [Page] accesse and entrance before thy Maiestie? who shall helpe me to entreat for thy mercy? The blood of thy Son I haue polluted and profaned, the ho­ly spirit of grace I haue refu­sed and despighted. I confesse my wickednesse, and I am sorie for my sinne. The re­membrāce therof is grieuous vnto me, the burthen thereof is intollerable. Albeit my due desert is hell, death, and dam­nation: Yea, and perpetuall vexation and terrour of heart, vntill the sentence of destruc­tion and eternall confusion be executed vpon me, a spirit of vnquietnesse to trouble mee (like the spirit of Saul) from [Page] henceforth euen for euer: Yet I will hope in the multitude of thine vnspeakable mercies vouchsafed to all sinners in their déepest distresse and mi­serie. In most humble wise as it becommeth an inferiour vassall to his puissant and Al­mighty prince and leige Lord; as it becommeth a Malefactor to an vpright and most wise Iudge, as it becommeth a ve­ry disobediēt & stubborne ser­uant to his carefull Maister, and finally a prodigall and wilfull Child to his most kind and louing Father: I submit my selfe wholly distasted of mine owne deserts, and vtter­ly detesting mine owne abho­minable [Page] conceits, words, and workes against thy holy will, and commandement, in the wound of conscience, and frō the depth of a mind throughly grieued with my rebellions I most submissely and earnestly call and cry vnto thy most gracious Maiesty and mercy, for pardon and forgiuenes of my hainous crimes and innu­merable transgressions, in all humility and tribulation of spirit, beseeching thy fatherly goodnes to lay them vpon the backe of thy deare sonne Ie­sus Christ, that All-sufficient Redéemer, Reconciler, and Sauiour of all those that put their trust in his most absolute [Page] merits, and perfect obedience. O my God: my sure trust is in him, that he will be pleased to accept me for one of those whome he calleth in the Gos­pell, labouring and heauie la­den with their sinnes to be re­lieued, and eased; Not for any other reason, but because hee is the right hand of thy mercy, reached out vnto fain­ting and languishing sinners, whereof I am one. Wherfore (oh deare Father of Heauen) despize me not approaching to the throne of grace in his only name, but let me be possessed wt the spirit of assurāce of faith sprinckled in my heart, from an euil conscience, that I may [Page] find grace to helpe me now in this time of néed. I doe féele certainly, I do find the gnaw­ing Worme eating vp my heart, the venome of thine ar­rowes drinking vp my spirit, the rigour of thy iudgements perplexing my thoughts, the seuerity of thy punishment astonishing and amazing my weake and féeble wits, so that I know not, either what course to take to ease my selfe, either what words to vse to entreat thy mercie. O Lord God, great and fearfull, bee not as a Lyon vnto mee, doe not set me as a marke to shoot at, for thou neuer failest to hit where thou aymest, thou [Page] hittest full and home, thy shot is of an Archer of perfect strēgth, thy strokes are dead­ly strokes, thine arrowes are venomed with the fire of wrath that burneth for euer. Who is able to abide? wilt thou still hold my sinnes be­fore my face? wilt thou still encrease the sorrowes of my heart? Alas what is my strength? What is my faith that thou tryest me? Surely thou canst find nothing in me; but exceeding weaknesse, a daunted Spirit, a dispairing soule. The thought of all my sinnes since my youth vp be­ing now set in order before me, doth quench the light of [Page] the assured faith which I ho­ped was within mee. O good Father prooue mee but this once, and withdraw thy pu­nishment from me. Let not this fit of thy lasting indigna­tion make an end of mee. I know assuredly thou hast, and daily dost forgiue sinne, grea­ter and more hainous sinne then mine. For in the very depth of my disobedience I haue alwaies restrained the vnbridled affection, and surely thou hast neuer suffered me to this houre to giue my full and whole consent to any sinne whereinto I haue fallen since I was borne. In considera­tion whereof (sithence I haue [Page] the sure testimony of a good conscience, that I am one of thy chosen) I humbly entreat thy Maiesty to encline thine eare to my supplication, and to deale with mée, as with a sonne remembring himselfe, and returning vnto thée in wéeping, & great mourning. Let the griefe of my heart, and the teares of mine eies be accepted for all that I can do, and lay all the burden of my transgressions: late, and long since past, vpon the backe of my blessed Sauiour Iesus Christ, who for such as I am dyed, and suffered the bitter cup of thy wrath. O be thou pacified, and well pleased [Page] in him, who suffered the Iust for the vniust, and endured causeles, and vndeseruedly all extremities, to the end thou (O righteous father) shouldst be pacified and well pleased, with all penitent & belieuing sinners, notwithstanding the multitude, magnitude, and turpitude of their transgressi­ons. Were mine abhomina­tions now to be committed, though I might conceale thē from the world, I would not performe them in the presence of thy Maiesty, because thou art a God of pure eyes, and canst not behold iniquity. I feare thee. I loue thée. I doe reuerence before thée. I adore [Page] thy purity, integrity, thy per­fection. I am desirous to bée like vnto thée, O thou that dwellest in the heauens. My soule hath desire and a long­ing to please thee, & perseuere in thy waies, and to be renu­ed in righteousnes, and true holines, after thy blessed I­mage. When my sinnes are forgiuen, and my transgressi­ons wiped out of the score of thy iudgements; then shall mercy embrace mee, and lo­uing kindnesse compasse mée, euery morning, then shall my faith worke by thy loue, shed abroad in my heart through the holy Ghost, then shall my wonted strength, and much [Page] more also possesse, & enarme my soule against all my dead­ly foes, then shall I be clensed and made fit for euery good worke. So shall the Com­fort of my heart bée restored vnto mée againe, and I will serue thée in Spirit and truth all the daies of my life. And doe render vnto thée in the meane time, nothing doub­ting of thy frée pardon, all honour, glory, praise, po­wer, dominiō, & thanks, now and for euer­more. A­men.

¶ A De-profundis full of hope, and godly resoluti­on.

OH Lord my God the comforter of all the chosen, from whose only throne procéedeth ioy & glad­nesse, peace and comfort, and euerlasting felicitie, in whose presence is the fulnesse of ioy, at whose right hand there are pleasures for euermore, with­out whose chéerefull counte­nance, and pleasant aspect no­thing is amiable, no Soule is ioyfull; vouchsafe to shine [Page] into my woefull heart, euen pined & confumed with griefe, through my dayly complay­ning: miserably rent, and torne in péeces through conti­nuall mourning day & night, perplexed and distracted vnto the very death through perpe­tuall tribulation, and anguish without ceasing. I know that one fauourable aspect of thy grace vpon me can restore me to vnspeakable gladnesse. Oh that it were thy pleasure to afford it me, to bring mée backe from the graue, which I behold as it were already opened for my transgressions. In truth my griefe is not cō ­ceiued of me; yet it doth asto­nish [Page] me. I find my selfe in farre worse case then euer in my life, neuer was I pierced so much at the heart roote. I haue not heretofore receiued so déepe, and desperate, and deadly wound in my consci­ence. If thou (Lord) vouch­safe to rid me out of this thral­dome, and euen hellish capti­uity, being fast bound in the chaines of dānable thoughts, O my Lord, my good God, my heart & tongue shall sing for euer vnto thy prayse. I will publish thy mercies, I will teach thy iudgements vnto thy people. I will praise thée in the great congrega­tion. I will wholy conse­crate [Page] and deuote my selfe vn­to thée all the daies of my life. Oh Father of heauen giue & bestow fréely vppon mée the most excellent gift of an vn­fained Faith, that my sinnes are forgiuen me for thy déere sonne Iesus Christs sake: let me fully be assured thereof by the Spirit the comforter. In­déed it doth not belong vnto mée I confesse, I confesse, I will not deny. For I haue behaued my selfe more like a reprobate, and damned crea­ture then one of thy children. Surely such Carrion curs as I am, that trample the blood of Iesus Christ, and despise the spirit of grace so sinfully, [Page] so shamefully, so often, so odi­ously, so presumptuously, so intollerably, as I haue done, are not worthy ye least crum of thy mercifull comfort: yet Lord, sith I am but dust and ashes, and through the frailty of the old Adam, I haue thus abused thy goodnes, refusing and vexing thy holy spirit, for which damnable insolency, I am now most wofully dist­racted, and almost bereft of my small wits; the déepe thoughts whereof doe so dan­gerously assault mee; O my Father, and my God: contend not with me any longer; I shal surely despaire, and bée damned, if thou send me not [Page] ayd and peace of Conscience spéedily; How can I lye in these scorching flames? Oh consider mine exceding weak­nesse, Oh good Samaritane: powre wine and oyle into my bléeding wounds. Oh swéet Iesu let me not be cast away, because I haue put my trust in thée. I will not let thée go vntill thou blesse me. (Now blessed Sauiour) many of my prayers haue béene refused let this be accepted; sith thou hast giuen me a time to re­pent, with most humble thāks giue me leaue to accept it. Cast me not out of thy presence. I desire to be at rest in my spirit, yt I may go chéer­fully [Page] forward in the holy ser­uice. What shall I say? how shall I entreat? good Lord haue mercy vpon me. Oh let thy tender mercies comfort my distressed, and heale my wounded heart, one drop of thy mercy swéet Iesu, swéet Iesu, mercy or no mercie, all honour, and glory, and praise, and powre, might, and Maiestie be ascribed vnto thée for euer and euer A­men.

¶ A true penitents confessi­on, and petition for grace.

O MOST migh­ty Prince & Po­tentate of Hea­uen and Earth, Lord God of hostes, inuinci­ble & incomprehensible Spi­rit, whose wisedome is infi­nite, whose power vnresista­ble, whose mercie vnspeake­able, haue mercy vppon me most wofull Captiue & Cai­tife, enthralled to sinne, to Satan, to the powers of darknesse, to the sorrowes of [Page] soule, to the tribulations and anguish of a guilty Consci­ence, by my most heinous offences, and criminous e­normities, most ridiculous, and absurd vanities, where­in once I found some fond de­light; but now I find no soūd comfort, only discontentmēt, indignation, woe, and shame. I am abashed, and confoun­ded, and in a wonderfull per­plexed agony, that I should so déepely, so deadly, so often, offend thy most excellent Maiestie, who art a God of pure eyes, and canst not be­hold iniquity. For albeit such is the drouzie dulnes of our cursed corruption, that wée [Page] cannot, and ye saucy presump­tion of our wilful inclination, that we will not set thée before our eyes, when we are temp­ted to sinne, and moued to transgression: yet certaine is it, that thine eare of ielousie heareth all things, and thine eye of ielouzie séeth all things and nothing is hid from the brightnes of them, ten Thou­sand times brighter then the Sun, but whatsoeuer worke is in our hands, whatsoeuer word in our mouthes, what­soeuer thought or imaginati­on in our hearts, thou O Lord knowest it altogether. And as all our ways & works, are all naked and open before thy [Page] sight; yu louest righteousnes, and hatest iniquity, therefore when we are sinfull, yet thou continuest holy, excellent in glory, vpright in iustice, Al­mighty in power; as thou many times sparest when we deserue punishment; so thou many times woundest with thy iust reuenge when wee feele it not till afterwards, we flatter our selues in our own sight, till our abhominable sinnes be found out, till thou reprooue vs sharply, and se­uerely set before vs the things that we haue done, till thou makest a Catalogue and roll of our offences, & settest our secret sinnes in order before [Page] vs, and presentest thy selfe withall a iust reuenger, our manifold breaches, of thy ho­ly Commandements, and manifest contēpt of thy bl [...]ed word, of thy iust iudgements and of thy louing mercies, consider not in our hearts, our most accursed, and damnable estate wherein wee dayly plunge our selues most odi­ously, and abhominable, yea though our sinnes be not of the smallest; but great and grieuous, and heynous and enormous abhominatiōs; yet either such is the grosse dark­nesse, and palpable blindnes of our minds, and vnderstan­dings, or such is the deadnes [Page] of our infected consciences, that wee runne on still from one iniquity to another, till we sodainly fall into thy hea­uie displeasure, till thine in­dignation and fiery wrath breake forth like fire vpon vs, and we be not able to quench it. Hence is it that wee are plunged into many fearefull gulfes of desperation. Wée are affrighted with many vg­ly sights of our sinnes, hence we are wounded at the very heart with many distrustfull thoughts of thy mercies, and as many desperate imaginati­ons of thy vengeance The paines of hell get hold vpon vs, and the feare of thée doth [Page] vndoe vs, before either wée stand in awe of thy Maiesty, or séeke after thy mercy; Oh my God and Sauiour I con­fesse vnfainedly this my case: so I haue transgressed, so little I haue regarded, so I am op­pressed; Wherefore O Fa­ther of mercies, and God of all consolation, who hast ap­poynted repentance for sin­ners, who dwellest in eterni­ty, and yet in the humble and contrite spirit: In the name of thy holy, and blessed, and onely beloued sonne our Lord and Sauiour Iesus Christ, who hath promised ease to all that labouring and heauy la­den, come vnto him: who [Page] cannot breake the bruized Reed, and will not quench the smoaking flaxe, I most humbly and earnestly beséech and entreat thy fatherly good­nes to forgiue me all my sins, to lay them vpon his backe, the true scape-goat, and send them into the wildernes, the land of obliuion, that my Conscience through faith in his most precious bloud and meritorious sacrifice may bée fully discharged of them all. O Prince of peace, send peace into my heart: the peace that passeth vnderstanding, that peace which thou gauest for a Legacy to thy Disciples, whē before thy death thou diddest [Page] make promise of that spirit the Comforter. O holie spirit of Comfort, the onely ioye of thine elect, let thy blessed pre­sence so chéere and glad my soule, that being assured of thy sauing health, I may delight to serue thée, and to sanctifie my selfe more and more with all allacrity and pleasure of my spirit attending on thy will, & walking in thy wayes all the residue of this my pil­grimage, & mortalitie. Grant this O Father, Sonne, and holy Ghost, holie, blessed, and eternall Trinity, the Author of Life, the giuer of grace, the God of power, whose wise­dome is péerelesse, whose do­minion [Page] is endles, whose mer­cie is bottomlesse: To whom be all praise, honour, and glo­rie, for euer, and euer, world without end, Amen.

¶ A speciall forme of sub­mission, and supplication to the Almighty.

IT cannot bee de­nied (oh Lord GOD almigh­ty) it is too well knowne to thée, and too too la­mentably experienced in our selues, that we are nothing else but a sinke, and swill, and puddle of sinne, a masse and [Page] lumpe of rebellion. That there is no light in our vnderstan­ding, no good inclination in our good will, no grace in our life: we haue erred, and strai­ed from thy waies euer since we were borne, through the originall Concupiscence and Corruption wherein wee are conceiued, we haue neuer cea­sed to breake thy holie Com­mandements, and to runne headlong into all manner of disobediēce. When the temp­ter is ready wee are fit to bee tempted, as he is neuer vn­ready; so wee alwaies are tempted, and taken in most dangerous and deadly gins. Woe and alas to our most [Page] weake & féeble soules, wherin there is neither power, nor will, nor wisedome to with­stand the fierce and violent as­saults of the spiritual wicked­nesses that fight against vs, that entrench, and encampe themselues round about vs; when wee thinke that all is safe, then rush they vpon vs, as the Philistims did vppon Sampson, & we through dal­liance with this wanton De­lilah of our owne flesh, and filthy vanitie of this wicked world are lulled a sléep in car­nall security, and haue lost our spirituall strength of Faith, hope, and godlinesse, and so are taken, and bound, and [Page] blinded, and lead away Cap­tiues, & held in thraldome, and scorned of those wicked and hellish fiends, who greatly de­light in the destruction and confusion of thy children, which thirst and long after our eternall damnation. In tender and bitter considerati­on whereof most lamentably complaining vnto thy most excellent and incomprehensi­ble Maiesty, (oh Lord God of hoasts) thy most distressed and forlorne seruant, and a­dopted sonne sheweth, and o­peneth his grieuances: and being tyred, wearied, and o­uerburdened with most cun­ning crafts & subtile sleights, [Page] as also most outragious ty­rannies, and impetuous vio­lences of his implacable, in­fernall foes: in all humility and lowlinesse of mind with no lesse griefe and sorrow of a perplexed heart, most submis­ly, deuoutly, and feruently beséecheth thy supereminent, & far most excéeding excellent Highnes, to send out thy most mighty and powerfull spirit to ayd and assist mee in these assaults. Oh let thine Angels pitch their tents round about me to discomfite all those that haue euill will at my soule. Of thy goodnesse beate them backe that annoy me. I am sore troubled and hindered in [Page] that course of godlines where­in I would walke. Oh let me runne the way of thy Com­mandements, and set my heart at liberty. My soule hath a desire and a longing to be pertaker of thy strength: I know none so weak, yet none so desirous to bee strong in thée. Oh my God set me not against thée as a marke, my building is of the clay, my foundation is in the dust. How can I choose if thou deli­uer me into the hand of temp­ters, but fall away presently? Arise (O God of my Salua­tion) and let mine enemies be put to flight, let me not be o­uerthrowne, because I haue [Page] hoped in thy holy name. Let no temptatiō ouercharge me, because my trust is onely in thy mighty hand, and out­stretched arme. Were it that I rested in my selfe at all, or that I did not wholy renoūce mine owne strength, which is very féeblenesse it selfe; I should not dare to call vpon thée: but sith I am wholy discouraged and cast downe in my selfe, and indéed I la­bour with temptations, and am heauy laden with many sinnes, I presume in all possi­ble obiection, and prostration of my soule and body, from a broken and a contrite spirit, which thou neuer vsest to de­spise, [Page] to entreat thy fauour and fatherly protection, that (ac­cording to his most gracious promise) I may be refreshed and eased by thy blessed Son my onely hope and Sauiour. I doe very well know, and in all dutifull thankfulnes vpon mine owne experience I ac­knowledge, that the holy spi­rit the comforter proceeding from you both, is of All-suffi­cient and inuincible force and wisedome to withstand, and confound all those that come against my soule. Be they neuer so many Legions of vncleane and wicked spirits: yet one only comfortable In­fluence, and Inspiration of [Page] that your mighty and victori­ous spirit of Grace is fully a­ble to mortifie, and kill all the venemous contagions and infections wherewith they haue empoysoned my séely soule. Wherfore (O Father of eternall mercies) who loo­kest vpon the abiect and for­lorne offenders, with a louing and compassionate aspect, who art woont to be entreated of broken hearted wretches, I beseech thée, I beséech thée, with distilling teares I hum­bly, heartily, and earnestly beseech thee hide not thy face, withdraw not thy helping hand from me; but in tender consideration of my excéeding [Page] griefe, and distraction of mind for my sinnes past, mine ap­parant frailnes, and admira­rable weaknesse, to resist as­saults and temptations to come; be present with me thou guide and gouernour of my life, to smite the enemie at his approach. Enter into me O spirit of power, and rule with­in mee mightily; Kéepe the Sconse, the Fortresse, the Bulwarke, the Castle of my heart: vnite, and knit my will and thoughts vnto thée, and enable me with a garrison of heauenly graces, that I may not onely defend my selfe; but plague them that hate and hurt my soule. For I am thy [Page] seruant, and so wilbe for euer. All other fréedome is but bon­dage and slauery, thy onely seruice is perfect fréedome, and therefore vnto that doe I be­take my selfe. Receiue me (O Lord) and cast me not away. I will fight in thy field, and dwell in thy house all ye daies of my life, because to feare thée, and loue thée, and liue after thy will is my whole de­light, and perfect ioy. And glory be vnto thée, O God most high; euen all glory, ho­nour, and praise, now and for euermore. A­men.

¶ A petition for a feeling Conscience.

I Am now deter­mined and fully resolued, Lord God eternall, most gracious and mercifull Father, to giue an euerlasting farewell to all mine impious and presump­tuous designes. Haue mercy vpon me, haue mercy vpon me: ayd and assist me with thy constant Spirit. There is no beginning, there is no ending, there is no procéeding in a godly course without thy [Page] speciall helpe. Satan by the world and originall corrupti­on is able to ouerthrow the strongest soule. But the strength of one of thine An­gels is farre beyond all power of Satan. How much more the powerfull inspiration of the spirit of grace? Now Lord, I am perswaded by the same that I am fully reconciled vn­to thée: that my many and mighty sinnes are vtterly de­faced, and rased out of the Booke of the memoriall of thy most iust iudgements. Wher­fore in assured confidence of thy manifold mercies, and full assuranre of thy louing fauor; in all humility and lowlines [Page] of heart I submit my selfe to thy most mighty Maiesty, be­séeching the same to look vpon my misery, whereinto I haue plunged my selfe by my follie; and put the most holy spirit of Comfort, Christian courage, and Constancy vpon me: And let it rule within me to the o­uerthrowing of the kingdome of Sinne and Satan in my Heart and Conscience, in my Life and Conuersation conti­nually. It is well knowne vnto thée, and I doe acknow­ledge, that such, and so great are, and haue béene, mine e­normities from time to time, that they are able to breake the stoutest heart; the remem­brance

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