An excellent song, wherein you shall find,
Great consolation for a troubled mind.
To the Tune of, Fortune my Foe.
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AIm not too High in things above thy reach
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Nor be too wise within thy own conceit,
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As thou hast wealth and wit at will.
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So give him thanks that shall increase it still.
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Beware of pride, the Mother of mishap,
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Whose sugred snares shall seek thee to intrap,
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Be meek in Heart, and lowly minded still,
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So shalt thou Gods Commandements fulfill.
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Cast all thy care upon the Lord, and he,
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In thy distress will send to succour thee,
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Cease not therefore to serve him every day,
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Who with his blood they ransom once did pay.
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drive from thy heart, ill thoughts that may offend
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Desire of God his Holy Spirit to send,
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Which will direct thy life in such a sort,
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As thou thereby shall find joy and comfort.
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Expect each day & hour when Christ shall come,
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With power to judge the world both all & some:
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Be ready then, and with the Bridge-groom Christ
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Receive reward in Heaven amongst the High'st
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Fear to offend his Heavenly Majesty,
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Faith doth confirm true love and loyalty,
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Without which faith, as Holy Scriptures say,
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No man to Heaven can find the perfect way.
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Great is the Lord and merciful doubtless,
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To those that with true zeal their faults confess
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But unto those in mischief daily runs,
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He lets alone to taste what after comes.
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Hope in the Lord, on him pose thy trust,
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Serve him with fear whose judgments are most just
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Desire of him thy life for to direct,
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That to thy soul he may have good respect.
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Insnare no man, but love thy enemy,
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Though to thy hurt, yet take it patiently,
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And think the Lord, although he suffers long,
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when time shal serve, wil soon revenge thy wrong
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Keep thou no Cancar hidden in thy Heart
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Remember still the word Christ did impart,
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That is, forgive offences ever past,
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As thou thy self will be forgiven at last.
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Lay not thy treasure up in hoarding sort,
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But therewithal the poor feed and comfort,
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If thou cold water give in Christ his name,
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Thrice double-fold he will reward the same.
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Misorder not thy self in any wise,
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In meat and drink let reason still suffice,
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Moderate they mind, and keep they self content,
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So shalt thou please the Lord omnipotent.
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NO man can say that he is void of sin,
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For if he do, he's much deceiv'd therein,
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The Lord doth say, the just seven times a day,
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Committeth sin, and runneth oft astray.
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Obey his will, who to redeem thy loss,
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Did shed his blood for thee upon the Cross,
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Such was the love that Christ did shew to man,
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Why should we be ungrateful to him than?
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Pitty the pure with such as God hath sent,
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And be not proud with that which God hath lent
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Remember well that Christ hath said to thee,
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Do this as though thou didst it unto me.
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Quench fond desires and pleasures of the flesh,
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Fly Gluttony, the Mother of excess,
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For whoredom is the very sink of sin,
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In which the wicked daily wollow in.
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Root from thy Heart malicious thoughts be sure
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which are a means Gods judgments to procure,
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For be assur'd when envy beareth sway,
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The fear of God departeth soon away.
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Subdue thy self, let welcome by thy guide,
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Suppress ill thoughts, beware of hateful Pride,
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Despise the world, a vale of vanities,
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Least Head-long thou run into miseries.
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Turn unto me our Saviour Christ doth say,
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And I will hear thy Prayers every day,
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If any thing thou ask in Christ his name,
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Be well assur'd thou shalt obtain the same.
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Vain exercise abolish from thy sight,
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Desire of God his Faith and Holy Spirit,
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Who will direct thee in the perfect way,
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That leads to life, as Holy Scriptures say.
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When Satan seeks to tempt thee any way,
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Call upon God thy only strength and stay,
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And be assur'd from out his Holy Hill,
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He will preserve thy life from danger still.
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Experience of his love that lends thee life,
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Must make thee seek to live devoid of life,
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Let his love be thy rule, who so lov'd thee,
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That death he underwent to set thee free.
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Young Men & Maids, old man and babes repent,
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Least for your sins you at the last be shent,
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Be wise take heed, do not the time delay,
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For Christ must be our judge at the last day.
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zeal like to fire our good works let's make bright,
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That others thereof may behold the light,
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Light up your Lamps, & with the Virgins five,
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Have Oil in store to keep your Lamps alive.
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