A very godly Song, intituled, The earnest petition of a faithfull Christian, being Clarke of Bodnam, made vpon his Death-bed, at the instant of his Transmutation. To a pleasant new tune.
NOw my painfull eyes are rowling,
And my passing Bell is towling:
Towling sweetly: I lye dying,
And my life is from me flying.
Grant me strength, O gracious God,
For to endure thy heauy rod:
Then shall I reioyce and sing,
With Psalmes vnto my heauenly King.
Simeon that blessed man,
Beleeued Christ when he was come,
And then he did desirs to dye,
To liue with him eternally.
Christ wrought me a strong saluation,
By his death and bitter passion:
He hath washt and made me cleane,
That I should neuer sinne againe.
Grieuous paines doe call and cry,
O man, prepare thy selfe to dye.
All my sinnes I haue lamented,
And to dye I am contented.
Silly Soule, the Lord receiue thée,
Death is come, and life must leaue thée,
Death doth tarry no mans leasure,
Then farewell all earthly pleasure.
In this world I nothing craue,
But to bring me to my Graue,
In my Graue while I lye sleeping▪
Angels haue my soule in keeping.
When the Bells are for me ringing,
Lord receiue my soule with singing:
Then shall I be frée from paine,
To liue and neuer dye againe.
Whiles those wormes corruption bréed on,
Wayte my noysome corpes to féed on,
My feruent loue (this prison loathing)
Craues a robe of Angels cloathing.
Farewell world and worldly glory,
Farewell all things transitory,
Sion hill my soule ascendeth,
And Gods Royall Throne attendeth.
Farewell wife and children small,
For I must goe now Christ doth call,
And for my death be ye content,
When I am gone, doe not lament.
Now the Bell doth cease to towle,
Sweet Iesus Christ receiue my soule▪