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R177458 NOw my painful Eyes lies rowling, / and my Passing bell is towling, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 44 2: 45 A Godly Song, intitul'd, The Earnest Petition of a / Faithful Christian, Clark of Bodnam, made upon his Death= / bed, at the Instant of his Transmutation. A Godly Song, entitled, The Earnest Petition of a Faithful Christian, Clark of Bodnam, made upon his Deathbed, at the Instant of his Transmutation. Printer W.W. ?-? W.W.

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NOw my painful Eyes lies rowling, and my Passing bell is towling, Towling, sweetly, I lie dying, And my Life is from me flying. Grant me strength, O gracious God, For to indure thy heavy Rod: Then shall I rejoyce and sing, With Psalms unto our heavenly King. Simeon that blesssed Man, Believed Christ when he was come; And then he did desire to dye, To live with him eternally. Christ wrought me a strong Salvation, By his Death and bitter Passion: He hath washt and made me clean, That I should never sin again. Grievous Pains doth call and cry, O Man prepare thyself to dye; All my Sins I have lamented; And to die I am contented. Silly Soul, the Lord receive thee, Death is come, and Life must leave thee, Death will tarry no Man's leasure; Then farewel all earthly Pleasure.
In this World I nothing crave, But to bring me to my Grave: In my Grave while I lye sleeping, Angel have my Soul in keeping. When the Bells are for me ringing, Lord, receive my Soul with singing; Then shall I be free from Pain, To live, and never dye again. While the Worms corrupting breed on, Wait my noisom Corps to feed on, My fervent Soul this Prison loathing, Craves a Robe of Angel's clothing. Farewel World, and Worldly Glory, Farewel all things transitory; Sihon Hill my Soul ascendeth, And God's royal Throne attendeth. Farewel Wife, and Children small, For I must go when Christ doth call; And for my death be ye content, When I am gone do not lament. Now the Bell doth cease to towl, Sweet Jesus Christ receive my Soul
O God which did the World create, Hear a poor sinner at the Gate, Thou that from Death did'st set me free, Remit my Sins, and shew Mercy. O thou that caus'd thy blessed Son, Into this Universe to come, The Gospel true for to fulfil, And to subdue Sin, Death, and Hell; Grant for his sake, that dy'd on tree, On the blest Mount of Calvary, That I being grieved for my Sin, May by Repentance Heaven win. The Gospel saith, who so believe, To them thou wilt a Blessing give; Amongst which Number, grant me Faith, That to believe the Gospel saith. Which to believe, grant that I may, Though here I die, yet live for aye; Then Saviour sweet, remit my Sin, And grant me Faith that life to win. And since thy Death a Price so great, Hath brought us here, I do intreat, To give me grace thy Name to praise, Both now and evermore always.
For by thy Death my Soul is free From Hell, which still by thy Decree, To Sinners all for Sin is due, Until thy Son, our Saviour true, Did vanquish, by Almighty Power, Death, Hell, and all that could devour; My sins, O Lord, I do confess, Like Sands in Seas, are Numberless. Yet though my Sins as Scarlet show, Their Whiteness may exceed the Snow, If thou thy Mercy do extend, That I my sinful Life may mend. Which Mercy thy blest Word doth say, At any time obtain I may; If Power and Grace on me remain, From carnal Sin for to refrain. Then give me Grace, O Lord, to abstain From Sin, that I may still remain With thee in Heaven were Angels sing Most joyfully to thee, our King. God grant, O Christ, that when I die, My Soul with thee immediately May have abode among the Blest, And live forever in true Rest.
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