ABRAHAM

Yet merciful lord, thy gracyousnesse remember, To Adam and Noah, both in thy word and promise. And loose not the souls, of men in so great number, But save thine own work, of thy most discrete goodness. I wore thy mercies, are plentiful and endless. Never can they die, nor fail, thy self enduring, This hath faith fixed, fast in my understanding. Tell me blessed lord, where will thy great malice light, My hope is, all flesh, shall not perish in thy sight? All that will I do, by assistance of thy goodness. Pytiefull maker, though they have kindled thy fury, Cast not away yet, the joust sort with the ungodly. Paraventure there may, be fifty righteous persons, Within those cities, Wilt thu loose them all at ones? And not spare the place, for those fifty righteous sake? Be it far from the, soch rygoure to undertake. I hope there is not, in the so cruel hardenesse, As to cast away, the joust men with the rechelesse, And so to destroy, the good with the ungodly. In the judge of all, be never such a fury. I take upon me, to speak here in thy presence, More then become me, lord pardon my negligence. I am but ashes, and were loath the to offend. Haply there may be, five less in the same number. For their sakes I trust, thu Wilt not the rest accombre? What if the city, may forty righteous make? Be not angry lord, though I speak vndyscretelye. Paraventure there may, be thirty found among them. I take upon me, to Much lord in thy sight? No less I suppose, than twenty can it have? Ones yet will I speak, my mind, and than no more, And what if there might, be x. good creatures found? Oh merciful maker, Much is thy toleration, And sufferance of sin. I see it now in deed, Wit save yet of favour, out of those cities to lead, Those that be faithful, though their flock be but small. Great are thy graces, in the generation of Sem. Lord so regard me, as I receive it with gladness. I will not one Jot, Lord from thy will dyssent, But to thy pleasure, be always obedient, Thy laws to fulfil, and most precious commandment. Thanks will I render, like as it shall behoove me. Everlasting praise, to thy most glorious name. Which sauedyst Adam ̄ , through faith in thy sweet promise, Of the womannys seed. And now confirmest the same, In the seed of me. Fosoth great is thy goodness I can not perceive, but that thy mercy is endless. To soch as fear the, in every generation, For it endureth, without abreuyacyon. This have I printed in deep consideration, No worldly matter, can raze it out of mind. For ones it will be, the final restauration, Of Adam and Eve, with other that hath synde. Yea, the sure health, and raise of all mankind. Help have the faithful, thereof, though they be infect, They condemnation, where as it is reject. Merciful maker, my crabbed voice direct, That it may break out, in some sweet praise to the, And suffer me not, thy endue lauds to neglect, But lete me show forth, thy commendations from. Stop not my wind pipes, but give them liberty, To sound to thy name, which is most gracious, And in it rejoice, with heart melodyouse.