An excellent Song wherein you shall finde
Great consolation for a troubled minde.
To the tune of Fortune my Foe.
AYme not too hie in things aboue thy reach,
Be not too foolish in thine owne conceit,
As thou hast wit and worldly wealth at will,
So giue him thankes that shall encrease it still.
Be ware of pride the mother of mishap,
Whose sugred snares will seeke thee to entrap,
Be meeke in heart, and lowly minded still,
So shalt thou Gods Commandements fulfill.
Cast all thy care vpon the Lord, and he
In thy distresse will send to succour thee,
Cease not therefore to serue him euery day,
Who with his blood thy ransome once did pay.
Dri
[...]e from thy heart ill thoughts that may offend,
Desire of God his holy spirit to send,
Which will direct thy life in such a sort,
As thou ther
[...]by shalt find ioy and comfort,
Except each day and houre when Christ shall come
With power to iudge the world both all & some:
Be ready then, and with the Bridegroome Christ,
Receiue reward in heauen among the highest.
Feare to offend his heauenly Maiestie,
Faith doth confirme true loue and loyaltie:
Without which faith, as holie Scriptures say,
No man to heauen can find the perfect way.
Great is the Lord and mercifull doubtlesse,
To those that with true zeale their faults confesse,
But vnto those in mischiefe dayly runnes,
He lets alone to caste what after comes.
Hope in the Lord, on him repose thy trust,
Serue him with feare, whose iudgements are most iust
Desire of him thy life so to direct,
That to thy soule he may haue good respect.
Iniure no man, but loue thine enemie,
Though to thy hurt, yet take it patiently,
And thinke the Lord, although he suffer long,
When time shal serue, will soon reuenge thy wrōg
Keepe thou no ranckor hidden in thy heart,
Remember well the word Christ did impart,
That is, forgiue offences ouer-past,
As thou thy selfe wilt be forgiuen at last.
Lay not thy treasure vp in hoarding sort,
But there withall the poore feed and comfort,
If thou cold water giue in Christ his name,
Thrice double told he will reward the same.
Misorder not thy selfe in any wise,
In meat and drinke let reason still suffice:
Moderate thy mind, and keepe thy selfe content,
So shalt thou please the Lord Omnipotent,
The second part
to the same Tune.
NO man can say that he is voyd of sin,
For if he doe he's much deceiu'd therein:
The Lord doth say, the iust seuen times a day
Committeth sin, and runneth oft astray.
Obey his will, who to redeeme thy losse
Did shed his blood for vs vpon the Crosse,
Such was the loue that Christ did shew to man,
Why should we be vngratefull to him than?
Pittie the poore with such as God hath sent,
And be not proud with that which he hath lent,
Remember well what Christ hath said to thee,
Doe this as though thou didst it vnto me.
Quench fond desires and pleasures of the flesh,
Flie gluttonie, the Mother of excesse,
For whoordome is the very sinke of sin,
In which the wicked daily wallow in.
Root from thy heart malicious thoughts be sure,
Which are a meanes Gods iudgements to procure
For he assur'd when enuie beareth sway,
The feare of God departeth soone away.
Subdue thy selfe, let wisedome be thy guide,
Suppresse ill thoughts, beware of hatefull pride,
Despise the world, a vaile of vanities,
Lest hedlong thou runst on in miseries.
Turne vnto me, our Sauiour Christ doth say,
And I will heare they prayers euery day,
If any thing thou aske in Christ his name,
Be well assur'd thou shalt obtaine the same.
Vaine exercise abolish from thy sight,
Desire of God his faith and holy Spirit,
Who will direct thee in the perfect way,
That leads to life, as holy Scriptures say.
When Satan seekes to tempt thee any way,
Call vpon God thy onely strength and stay,
And he assur'd from out his holy hill
He will preserue thy life from danger still.
Experience of his loue that lends thee life,
Must make thee seeke to liue deuoyd of strife,
Let his loue be thy rule, who so lou'd thee,
That death he vnderwent to set thee free.
Yong men and maids, old men and babes repent,
Lest for your sins you at the last be shent:
Be wise, that heed, doe not the time delay,
For Christ must be our Iudge at the last day.
Zeale like to fire our good works let make bright,
That others thereof may behold the light:
Light vp your Lamps, and with the Virgins fiue
Haue oyle in stoore to keepe your Lamps aliue.
FINIS.
Printed at London by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke.