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S121861 LEt others singe of this and that, / I will singe to thy prayse, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18345 A SPIRITVAL SONGE OF / Thankesgiuing vnto GOD, for his grace and power. VVritten by a / close prisonner (with a coale) for his owne / comforte. A SPIRITVAL SONGE OF Thankesgiuing vnto GOD, for his grace and power. VVritten by a close prisonner (with a coale) for his owne comforte. A SPIRITUAL SONG OF Thanksgiving unto GOD, for his grace and power. Written by a close prisoner (with a coal) for his own comfort. 1592-1592

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LET others singe of this and that, I will singe to thy prayse, Who doest out of adversitie, Deliver me alwayes: And stoodst to me that Comforter, In all my sore temptation: Who doeth refreshe my sinfull soule With spirituall consolation: And grauntst to me such patience, For all my foes despight, As I to wayte upon thy will, Doe inwardlie delight. And when I see my nature strive Against thy just correction, Then doe I pray thy Majestie To helpe myne unsubjection. And when my troubles most increase, (As who lives well and smarts not) Then comes my Saviour next to me, And stickes by me and startes not: And when I feele my fleshe to shrinke Under thy heavie hande, I am constraind my wretchednes, Better to understande: Calling to minde those grievous sinns, I thought not on before, Lamenting them and purposing To doe the like no more: But their contrarie vertues all, Eftsoone to put in ure From grace to grace, from strength to strength, Whylst my dayes shall endure: By thy free grace and perfect strength, Whereof alone I boast, For if I should doe otherwyse, My labour were but loste: Since all good giftes doe come from thee, And thou wilt suffer none To rob thee of that prayse which doeth Belong to thee alone: Yet whylst by wrestling against sinne, Rewarde for to obtaine, I seeke by deserte of my workes, Thou aunswerst thus againe. The aunswere. Whereas
WHereas thy sinnes doe farre exceede, My grace doeth more abounde, And in thy weakenes most of all, My power is tryed and founde: My grace in Christ sufficient is, And all my workes doeth passe: By it I am more glorified, Then ought that ever was: And as I made all things of nought, And darkenes to be light, So make I nought for to bee good, And feeble to bee might: All persons and all things on earth I have shutt under sinne, That by my pardon, generall, I might all glorie winne. I am the first, the middest, and last, And I am all in all, That all at all times should on mee For helpe and mercie call. My grace is sure full free and pure, Or else it were no grace, It can not stande at any hande, Where workes have any place: My power infailleable and most incomparable Is of no force in deede, When it is made of others aydes, To stande in any neede: Therefore I call the worst of all, And leave the righteous still, That all may see my grace to bee According to my will: Therefore I bring both Clowne and King To dust, to death, to nought: That every wight should knowe my might, All things alone hath wrought: Wherefore bee still and flee from ill, And doe well, but confesse My guiftes in thee both lent to bee, And marred more or lesse: That still my grace may serve in place All thy defaultes to mende, And that my power may every hower Upholde thee to the ende, When there shalbe no sinne in thee, Weaknes nor wante at all, But graces might, wealth, peace, joye, right, Health and glorie eternall. Thus
THus doest thou Lord direct my soule To quiet peace and reste, Whereby I am assured all Shall fall out to the beste: And that no shame can me defame, For why thou art my praise, In life and death and all in all, To me at all assaies, For thy great mercies sake in Christ, In whom thou art well pleased, That heavie harted sinners of Their burthens should be eased, And made partakers of those joyes Unspeakable and rife, Which thou doest keepe in store for them, After this wofull life: And in meane while the holy ghoste Doeth keepe them safe and sounde: No rage nor no resistance can, Their happie state confounde. Nowe whilest mine enimies seeke to drive Mee into desperation, Thou forcest them against their willes To further my salvation: And thou doest turne all wiles and wrongs Unto their owne disgrace: Who seeke by all extremities, Thy servauntes to deface. And thou doest turne all other things To my behoofe likewise, So that to better myne estate, My harte can not devise. However wretched worldlings deeme, I am quite cast awaye: And myne olde friendes aloofe from me Doe stande as at a baye: Yet thou doest stande at my right hande, And compasse me about, And furnishe me with divers giftes, To make me stronge and stout: And outwarde giftes sufficient, And meete for me and mine, To serve thy grace, and shewe thy power By providence divine: Beyonde reason without desert, Better then many moe Of thy deare Saintes who are content, And singe for joye also:
Lorde graunt wee pray that so we may, Since thou art stronge and kinde, (As in our conscience and experience We everie day doe finde) That by things all which doe befall, We may drawe neare to thee, Till thy sweete face in heavenly place, For ever wee shall see. AMEN. M.D.XCII.