A godly song for all peni[te]nt Sinners
In these Sinful Times.
Good people all, come hear what I do say,
And do not think your time here long to stay;
And understand but what is in these Lines,
I will assure you great comfort you may find:
To make you know the Good then from the Bad,
Such Verses to you seldom hath been Read.
To the Tune of, A Lesson for all True Christians.
|
GOod deople all, I'le tell you here in short,
|
Our sins are grievous and I'm sorry for't;
|
Give ear a while unto me I do pray,
|
And understand before you go away.
|
First serve God of Heaven, and call to him for Grace,
|
Our time's not long, our glass runs on a pace
|
O wicked wretches that we be, I say,
|
Let's repent our sins before our dying day.
|
God made Man, to serve him, as it doth appear
|
As you may find it in the Scriptures clear;
|
Our Pride and Malice bears so great a sway,
|
And dangers many a Soul be cast away.
|
In serving God is a hard thing to do,
|
For want of Grace brings many a one to woe,
|
Yet in never a Nation as it's known full well,
|
Has better Teaching, yet we do Rebel.
|
God's Ministers doth labour every day,
|
To bring us in a blessed Godly way;
|
to save our souls, which Christ did buy so dear,
|
So many blessed Sermons we do hear.
|
But many Itching Ears, there are, I fear,
|
Most petty people are so void of care,
|
To hear the word, and shake off filthy sin,
|
And mend their lives, and a new life begin.
|
Our time more precious then the purest gold,
|
We are here to day, to morrow in the mould;
|
Who would be proud of any worldly treasure,
|
Or in this world of any Earthly pleasure.
|
Good people now, let us love one another,
|
these dangerous times we can hardly trust our Brother;
|
Desimulation, and delights in sin,
|
Then let's leave it off, and a new life to begin.
|
The Serpent in the [Wood]
|
seeks for his Prey,
|
So doth the Papists,
|
both by Night and Day:
|
Therefore Good Lord,
|
we Humbly thee Implore,
|
Have Mercy on Us,
|
Now, and Ever-More.
|
O let us pray to God then Night and Day,
|
Keep in good Company, and bless us, I do say;
|
Bad Company, as we all the same have known
|
has caus'd many a brave man to be overthrown
|
Parents be careful, and give God the Praise,
|
& teach your Children how to guide their ways
|
And not to curse & swear while they are young,
|
As many does that passes on along.
|
Do not wrong the Widdow nor the fatherless,
|
But as thou'rt able help them in distress:
|
What's given to the Poor is lent the Lord,
|
As holy Scriptures do the same record.
|
Let's believe in Christ & then our case is good,
|
That for our souls he spill'd his dearest Blood:
|
And gave his life most freely up for all,
|
God give us grace upon his Name to call.
|
The price was great that baught our souls you hear
|
our saviour Christ ransomed them so dear
|
Repent your sins, and pray observe that cost,
|
He is unwilling any should be lost.
|
Good people all let us repent with speed,
|
Our time goes on, we never had more need:
|
And be careful what we do now every day,
|
And put it not off unto the latter day.
|
And believe most firmly in the God of Heaven,
|
That our great sins they may be all forgiven:
|
And that our Saviour dyed to set us free,
|
Lord bring our souls sweet saviour christ to thee
|
Lord give us grace we all may be prepar'd,
|
And not lye sleeping in our sins unarm'd:
|
For the Devil he lyes lurking every day,
|
To deprive us of our souls both night and day
|
There's many wicked people in this Land,
|
That of Gods word they do not understand:
|
But let them think that one day they must dy[e]
|
And as the Tree doth fall so it must lye.
|
There is many a one that dyes a sudden death
|
And hath not time to speak to draw their breat[h]
|
Or say, the Lord have mercy upon my Soul,
|
To ask forgiveness for their sins so foul.
|
Good people all once more I will say,
|
While you have time neglect not for to pray:
|
And pray to Christ that bought our souls so de[ar]
|
To forgive us our sins sweet Jesus hear ou[r] praye[r]
|
Now to conclude sweet Jesus guide our ways
|
In godliness to lengthen out our days:
|
And bring us all to make a Godly end,
|
That we in Heaven may live, World withou[t] End
|
|
FINIS.
|
|
|
|