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Twas the | Twas the trumpe of death that blew | ||
my houre is come falle worlde adeioe | |||
Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe | Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe | ||
That I to death | That I to death untimely goe & | ||
ffor Death's the punnishmet of sinne | |||
And of all creatures I have | And of all creatures I have binne | ||
The most ingratefull wicked one | The most ingratefull wicked one | ||
That ere the heavens did | That ere the heavens did shine upon | ||
I have sin'd against Earth & | I have sin'd against Earth & heaven | ||
early by daye late in the even | |||
All manner sinnes all manner wayes | |||
I have | I have comitted in my dayes xx | ||
Hell and | Hell and hellfire is my due | ||
O but deere | O but deere shrift I humby sue | ||
They Blood may wash my red soule rot | |||
mercy and Judgement's thy delight. | |||
At which mercy gate I knocke | At which mercy gate I knocke | ||
Set sobes and sighes the same unlock | |||
prostrate I fall & begg for grace | |||
O doe not turne | O doe not turne awaye thy face | ||
My crying | My crying smmes beate at they throne | ||
Once | Once bore the seauen's look downe upo | ||
A wretch more | A wretch more outhonne with greif | ||
That beggs for mercye not for life | |||
FINIS | FINIS | ||
Revision as of 05:18, 6 July 2017
William Strachie
Twas the trumpe of death that blew my houre is come falle worlde adeioe Thy pleasures have betray'd mee soe That I to death untimely goe & ffor Death's the punnishmet of sinne And of all creatures I have binne The most ingratefull wicked one That ere the heavens did shine upon
I have sin'd against Earth & heaven early by daye late in the even All manner sinnes all manner wayes I have comitted in my dayes xx Hell and hellfire is my due O but deere shrift I humby sue They Blood may wash my red soule rot mercy and Judgement's thy delight.
At which mercy gate I knocke Set sobes and sighes the same unlock prostrate I fall & begg for grace O doe not turne awaye thy face My crying smmes beate at they throne Once bore the seauen's look downe upo A wretch more outhonne with greif That beggs for mercye not for life
FINIS