%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The complaint of a sinner, vexed with paine, / desyring the ioye, that euer shall remayne. / After W.E. moralized. Birch, William University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1563-1563 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/30/2012 32087

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S121713 THe God of loue, that sits aboue, / Doth know vs, Doth know vs, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18268 The complaint of a sinner, vexed with paine, / desyring the ioye, that euer shall remayne. / After W.E. moralized. The complaint of a sinner, vexed with paine, desyring the ioye, that euer shall remayne. After W.E. moralized. The complaint of a sinner, vexed with pain, desiring the joy, that ever shall remain. After W.E. moralized. Birch, William Printer Alexander Lacy 1563-1563 Richard Applow

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THe God of love, that sits above, Doth know us, Doth know us, How sinfull that we bee: Sent his word, the two edged sword To shew us, To shew us, Our sin and iniquitie. That every vice may vanquished be, Oh Lord arise for thy mercye Doe this our God and bynd us, For ever and ever thine owne: The truth wyl alway fynd us, By the seedes that we have sowne. The truth wyl tel if we wold lye, The touchstone doth the tree wel trye. And as we have a soule to save, Uprightly, Uprightly, Though troubled stil with sin: We shuld not take, that did us make, So lightly, So lightly, This worldly wealth to win. But if we wyl the Lord provoke We may loke for his heavy stroke, As his word hath appointed The Scripture doth plainely tell: Yet shal not his holy anointed Once tast the paynes of Hell. Now have I told the jeoperdy, But Christ is our just remedy. With woful harts though god for-beares To plague us, To plague us, We ought for to lament: Thy word alway, both night & day Perswade us, Perswade us, Inwardly for to repent. And every one to call for grace Since the touchstone in every place, Doth florish fresh and shyne That the whole world may see: And all that wyl be thyne, Must come with teares to thee. We wyl not boast our merites Lord, Since thy deare son made the accord
We reade of olde, what Prophetes tolde Full truly, Full truly, And wrote it long a go: A Mayden myld, shulde beare a child Full duely, Full duely, And it proved even so. But yet God wot, the Jewes of kynd Beleved it not, but were styl blynd, And are unto this day Refusyng the Triumphant truth: That the Prophet Esaye did say And wrote it to age and youth. But therto they wold not accord, But cruelly crucified the Lord. But let us now, both bend and bow, And spede us, And spede us, To follow the true trace: For he hath sent, his Testament, To feede us. To feede us, And call us unto grace. Unworthy now although we bee Yet ye see how his deare mercye, To us he doth still geve And liberall gyftes us send: That we might sure beleve And our lewde lives amend: Therfore let us our harts enclyne, That pearles be not cast unto swyne The flesh (I say) both night & day, Doth hold us, Doth hold us, From followyng the true trace: But thy deare son, doth bid us come, And bold us, And bold us, To call to thee for grace. Thus sayeth our saviour Jesu Come unto me, and I wyl ease you, If ye wyl cal and knocke That are over laden with sin: Then wyl I open the locke And be ready to let you in. For I am he that bought you deare, Therfore behold, and draw ye neare.
FINIS. W. Birch. Imprinted at London by Alexander Lacy, for Richard Applow, dwellyng in Pater noster row, hard by the Castle Taverne.