%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Godly Song, entituled, A farewell to the VVorld, made by a / Godly Christian, named Thomas Byll, being the Parish Clerke of West- / Pelton, as he lay vpon his Death-bed, shewing the vanitie of the World, and / his desire to be dissolued. Byll, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1601-1601 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/21/2011 30084

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S118574 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe Fortune My Foe the same tune Fortune my Foe The Same Tune BEhold O Lord a Sinner in distresse, / Whose heart is vext with inward heauinesse; O God which framedst both the earth and skye, / With speed giue ears vnto my wofull crye, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 136 1: 137 A Godly Song, entituled, A farewell to the VVorld, made by a / Godly Christian, named Thomas Byll, being the Parish Clerke of West- / Pelton, as he lay vpon his Death-bed, shewing the vanitie of the World, and / his desire to be dissolued. A Godly Song, entituled, A farewell to the World, made by a Godly Christian, named Thomas Byll, being the Parish Clerke of West- Felton, as he lay upon his Death-bed, shewing the vanitie of the World, and his desire to be dissolved. A Godly Song, entitled, A farewell to the World, made by a Godly Christian, named Thomas Byll, being the Parish Clerk of West Felton, as he lay upon his Deathbed, showing the vanity of the World, and his desire to be dissolved. Byll, Thomas 1601-1601 Henry Gossen

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BEhold O Lord a Sinner in distresse, Whose heart is vext with inward heavinesse; Remit my sinnes my God, and mercie showe, For here I live in griefe, perplext with woe, All flesh is frayle, and brittle like to glasse, Mans life like fading Flowers away doth passe, My time is come that I from hence must goe, Then for sweet Jesus sake Lord mercy showe. The day and houre is come that I must dye, I trust my Soule shall strait ascend the skye, Where Saints and Angells ever doe rejoyce, Giving him praises due with heart and voice. Oh sinfull Man deferre not thou the time, Up Jacobs Ladder Father let me clime, Where as thy Angells up and down descend, Betwixt my Soule and Bodie at my end. I must not die never to rise againe, But I must die for to be freed from paine; My Saviour by his death hath bought my life, To raigne with him when finisht is this strife. My earthly Spirits fayle, my time is ran, My face is wan, thy Messenger is come, A welcome Guest that welcome is to mee, To beare me hence unto felicitie. My Sun is sette, I have not long to stay, But ere the morning I shall see a day That shall outshine the splendor of the Sun, When to the holy Trinity I come. Me thinks I (casting up my dying eyes) Behold the Lord in glory on the skies, With all his heavenly Angells in that place, Smiling with joy to see his cheerefull face.
Both King and Kesar every one must die, The stoutest heart the sting of death must trie, The Rich, the Poore, the Aged, and the Babe, When Sickle comes each flower then doth fade. Then World farewell, I see all is but vaine, From dust I came, to dust I must againe, No humane pomps our life from death can stay, When time is come we must forthwith away. For worldlie pleasure is but vanitie, None can redeeme this life from death I see, Nor Cresus wealth, nor Alexanders fame, Nor Sampsons strength that could deaths fury tame Our Father Adam he for sin did fall, Which brought destruction present on us all: But heavenly Father thou thy Sonne didst send, Us to redeeme his deerest blood did spend, Farewell deere Wife and my seven Children small For I must goe when as the Lord doth call: The Glasse is run, my time is past away, The trumpe doth sound, I can no longer stay. Nothing but one I in this world doe crave, That is, to bring my Corpes dead to the Grave; And Angells shall my Soule in safetie keepe, Whilst that my Bodie in the grave doth sleepe. The Bells most sweetly ringing doe I heere, And now sterne death with speed apprecheth neere; But the Bell towling doe I heare at last, Sweet Lord receive my Soule when death is past.
FINIS. Thomas Byll.
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O God which framedst both the earth and skye, With speed give eare unto my wofull crye, Receive my Soule with thee for to remaine, In Angells blisse, where thou O Lord dost reigne. Though I against thy Lawes rebelled have, For my rebellion Lord I mercie crave, Remit my sinnes though I have don amisse, For Jesus sake take me into true blisse. Where joyes are evermore without an end, And heavenly Quiristers the rime doth spend, In singing Himnes and praises to the Lord, Lifting up heart and voice with one accord. Oh, what a comfort is it for to s[e]e The sacred Face of such a Majestie, As thou O God, amongst thy Angells bright, The which no mortall can behold with sight. Cast me not Lord out from before that face. But with thy Saints grant me a dwelling place, And from thy Throane, O Lord doe not expell My Soule, but grant that it with thee may dwell. Let me with David beg to keepe a doore, In that hie Court, where joyes are evermore, In Abrahams bosome Father let me sit, Cast not my Soule into the fierie pit. Consume [m]e not in thy provoked ire, But mercie grant O Lord I thee desire, And though I [t]hee offended have by sinne, S[h]ut not the [d]oore, but let me enter in. I must confesse I thee offended have, And am not worthy pardon for to crave, But now with thee all mercy is alone, To whom my Soule for mercy now is flowne.
Take pitty then O Lord for Jesus sake, Into thy Tabernacle my Soule take: Remember how thy Sonne for me hath dyde, And for my sake deathes passions did abide. He is the Key the gate for to unlock, He makes me entrance when my soule doth knock, Unto repentant Soules he promise gave That they with him a place in Heaven should have. Then open unto me O Lord thy Gate, Where thou as King dost raigne in high estate, Confound me not with them that wicked are, But in thy mercies let me have a share. Deale not in justice with my Soule O Lord, For then a heavie sentence thoult award; If sinfull Soules should have their due desert, In Hells hot flame they should for ever smart: Grant that my Soule may enter in true blisse, Condeme me not though I have don amisse, But let my Soule with heavenly Angells sing, Most joyfully to thee my Lord and King. For there are joyes which ever shall endure, The waters sweet of Life flow there most pure, There shall no worldly cares our minds molest, But there shall we remaine in truest rest. Which blest inheritance O Lord I pray, Give to each Christian in thy righteous way: Grant that we all may gaine felicitie, In Heaven to dwell above the starrie skie.
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London printed for Henry Gossen.