A comfortable new Ballad of a Dream of a Sinner, being very 〈◊〉 troubled with the assaults of Satan  
To the tune of Roger  
 

IN slumbering slléepe I lay  
all night alone in bed,  
A vision very strange  
there came into my head,   

Me thought the day of doom  
undoubtedly was come,  
And Christ himself was there  
to judge both all and some.   

Myself was sent for there  
with sound of Trumpet shrill,  
Which said, All souls come hear  
your sentence good or ill.   

I sat in mind amazed,  
at that same sudden voice,  
For in mine own good life  
no whit I could rejoice.   

With panting breast I paused  
at that same sudden sight,  
Not trusting to myself,  
but to Christ's mercies great.   

I was no sooner meant,  
but Satan came, me thought,  
With him a role full large  
of all my life he brought▪   

And laid before the Lord  
how that I was his own,  
And would have had me then,  
my sins so great were grown   

I quaking lay with fear,  
and wist not what to do,  
But in the blood of Christ  
I trusted still unto.   

Then said our Saviour Christ,  
foul Satan end thy strife▪  
Look if the sinner's name  
be in the book of life.   

If he be entered there,  
then must he needs be blest,  
His sins be washed away,  
his soul with me shall rest.   

Then Satan took the book,  
did leaf by leaf unfold,  
And there he found my name  
in letters limbed with gold.   

Then Satan sorrowed much  
at that same sudden sight.  
And said unto the Lord,  
thy judgements are not right   

And thus our Saviour sweet  
said to him by and by,  
Thou, Satan, knowst full well  
that I for sin did dye.   

Redeeming all the world,  
once overthrown by thee,  
And so will save all such  
as truly trust in me.   

My mortal foe was wroth,  
that he had lost his prey,  
Extremely vexed was,  
and vanished quite away▪   

But I that thus was billed  
within that blessed book,  
Out of my stumbring sleep  
so joyfully awoke.   

Still praying to the Lord,  
that always sinners may  
From Satan be set free,  
at the last dreadful day.   

That after earthly toils,  
we may heaven joys attain,  
Here learn to live to d 〈…〉  
that we may live again.   

Our noble royal King.  
God grant him long to reign  
To live in joy and peace,  
the Gospel to maintain.   
FINIS   

London Printed for E. Wright.