MOSES

Pacyfye thy wrath, sweet lord I the desire, As thu art gentle, benign and Patient. Loose not that people, in fearcenesse of thine ire, For whom thu hast showed, such tokens evident, Converting this rod, into a lively serpent, And the same serpent, into this rod again, Thy wonderful power, declaring very plain. For their sakes also, puttest Pharao to pain, By ten diverse plagues, as I shall here declare. By blood, frogs, & lice, by flies, death, botch, & blain. By hail, by grassoppers, by darkness, and by care. By a Sudden plague, all their first got beware, Thu flewest in one night, for his fierce cruelness. From that thy people, withhold not now thy goodness. Dear lord, I know it, alas yet way their weaken And bear with their faults, of thy great bounteousness. In a flaming bush, having to them respect, Thu appoyntedest me, their passage to direct. And through the read see, thy right hand dead us lede. Where Pharao's Host, the flood overwhelmed in deed. Thu wentest before them, in a shining cloud all day, And in the dark night, in fire thu shewedest their way, Thu sentest them Manna, from heaven to be their food, Out of the harden stone, thu gavest them water good. Thu appoyntedest them, a land of milk and honey, Lete them not perish, for want of thy great mercy, Most glorious maker, all that is to thy glory. Thu sentest them also, a law from heaven above, And daily shewedest them, many tokens of great love. The brazen serpent, thu gavest them for their healing, And Balaam's curse, thu turnedest into a blessing. I hope thu Wilt not, disdain to help them Still, Lete me say somewhat, sweet father in their behalf. Thy eternal will, evermore fulfilled be. For dysobedyence, thu shewest the sons of Aaron, The earth swellowed in, both Dathan and Abiron. The adders dead sting, other wicked persons else, In wonderful number. Thus hast thu ponnyshed rebels. Forgive them yet lord, for this time if it may be. I wot, thy people, hath wrought abomination, Worshipping false gods, to thy honours derogation, Yet mercifully, thu mayest upon them look. And if thu Wilt not, thrust me out of thy book. Never shall this thing, depart from my remembrau ̄ ce. Laud be for ever, to the most merciful lord, Which never with drawest, from man thy heavenly continued ̄ fort. But from age to age, thy benefits does record, What thy goodness is, and hath be to his sort. As we find thy grace, so ought we to report. And doubtless it is, to us most bounteous, Yea, for all our sins, most ripe and plenteous. Abraham our father, found the benyuolouse, So dead good Isaac, in his distress among. To Jacob thu Wertenberg, a guide most gracious, Joseph thu sauedest, from dangerous deadly wrong. Melchisedech and Job, felt thy great goodness strong, So dead good Saram, rebecca, and fair Rachel, With Sephora my wife, the daughter of Raguel. To praise the sweet lord my faith does me compel, For thy covenants sake, wherein rest our salvation. The seed of promise, all other sedes excel, For therein remaineth, our full iustyfycacyon, From Adam and Noah, in Abrahams generation. That seed procureth, Gods mighty grace and pour, For the same sedes sake, I will sing now this hour.