Classic Poem

Experience working in — soull encouragment (to hope & wait for greater mercys) and thankfullnese.

In my distresse, to thee I cry'd
and made my wofull moane
Then comfort to me was aply'd
thou heardst me, from thy throne.

My spirits were in me confus'd
my hart, strangly opprest
My soull was in me sore amus'd
but thou, hast me refresh'd.

Thy love in question, I did call
I said thou wouldst not hear
My spirits they did sink, and fall
my sins, did make me fear.

Thou didst give unbeleif the ly
whilst I did seek to thee
And didst in mercy, pase it by
makeing me it to see.

Thou didst convince me, t'was a sin
Soe anxious to be
Seeing, I had, a crowned king
who orders all for me.

That life, & death, was in thine hand
and thou hadst all things wrought
If thou sawst fit, thou wouldst command
life, for him, whom I sought.

Thou didst cecreetly, then distill
A sence of love devine
And then, thou broughtest up my will
unto that will, of thine.

Though I by unbeleif offend
yet thou dost pardon all
And graciously, condesend
to hear, when I doe call.

My god has granted unto me
the thing, I did desire
It shall to me, an ernest be
of things, greater, and high'r.

This mercy shall, not come alone
thou'lt greater things throw in
And more for me shall yet be done
that I thy praise, may sing.

Oh now my God! what shall I say!
Thy mercy is so great
That thou shouldst look, on worthlese clay
From thy high, glorious, seat.

Oh that, I might, make others fall
in love with thee, and take
Thee, for their only all, in all
and vanitys, forsake.

Oh that I could, thy praises sound
through heaven, earth, and skys
That each mouth might, with songs abound
of thine excelencys.