A DIVINE POEM.  

AH Lord, my sins are very great,  
And my corruptions many;  
Oh! let me not, I thee entreat  
Be overcome by any.   

BOw down thine ear unto me, Lord,  
Have mercy on my Soul,  
Subdue my Spiritual Enemies,  
And all my lusts control,   

'Cause me 〈◊〉 love the Lord above  
With all my heart and might,  
And let my Conversation be  
Wellpleasing in thy sight.   

DO not condemn my Soul, O Lord,  
But for thy mercy sake  
Which is both sure and plentiful,  
Some pity on me take.   

every me with thy heavenly Grace,  
Endue me with thy Spirit;  
And let my Soul when hence it goes,  
Eternal Life inherit.   

FOrget me not, I pray thee, Lord,  
But still remember me,  
That unto all Eternity,  
I may give thanks to thee.   

GRant me, that I may never dare  
To live in any sin;  
Nor let me not at any time  
Be catched in Satan's Gin.   

HOwever thou dost deal with me,  
Give me an upright heart,  
And let my will submit to thee,  
And never from thee start.   

INdeed it is to be admired  
How gracious thou hast been  
Unto me from my Youth till now,  
Though I have lived in sin.   

KIndness thou dost bestow on me  
Every day and hour;  
Yea, every moment, Lord, on me  
Thy mercies thou dost pour.   

LIft up my heart unto thee, Lord,  
Unto a thankful frame;  
And let me ever honour thee,  
And praise thee for the same.   

MAke me think vilely of myself;  
Show me my want of Grace;  
Let not the love of any sin  
Within my heart have place.   

NOthing's too hard for thee, O Lord,  
Oh! therefore undertake  
To pluck my strong corruptions down,  
Even for the Lord Christ his sake.   

OH! let not any of my 〈◊〉  
Come into mem●●●  
With thee, O Lord, but let them  
Concealed eternally.   

PRepare me for Eternity,  
And let my Soul's lamp be  
Furnished with the Oil of Grace,  
When death shall seize on me.   

QUicken me by thy Spirit, Lord,  
When I shall wait on thee  
In every Ordinance of thine,  
Which thou afford me.   

REmove from me the guilt of sin,  
And its pollutions too;  
And let it be my earnest care  
All evil to eschew.   

Secure me from eternal death,  
And let my Soul make sure  
Of an Inheritance with thee,  
Which ever shall endure.   

THe time which thou afford me,  
It's but a span, O Lord;  
Therefore let me redeem the time  
Which thou dost me afford.   

VOuchsafe to lift mine heart to thee,  
To lift mine heart above all things below,  
And let it be my earnest care  
Christ crucified to know.   

WHether I live or die, O Lord,  
Let me be wholly thine,  
And let thy gracious countenance  
Upon me ever shine.   

XAmine all my inward wants,  
Supply me with thy Grace:  
Let not the love of any sin  
Within my heart have place.   

YEa longer I shall live, O Lord,  
Let me still better grow,  
And let it be my earnest care  
The Lord of Life to know.   

ZEal for thine honour give me, Lord,  
And let me holy be;  
Guide me by thy counsel here,  
And to Glory take thou me.    

London, Printed for William Marshal at the Bible in Newgate-street, 1682.