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The Church.
O what a damp and shade
Doth me invade!
No stormie night
Can so afflict or so affright,
As thy eclipsed light.
Doth me invade!
No stormie night
Can so afflict or so affright,
As thy eclipsed light.
Ah Lord! do not withdraw,
Lest want of aw
Make Sinne appeare;
And when thou dost but shine lesse cleare,
Say, that thou art not here.
Lest want of aw
Make Sinne appeare;
And when thou dost but shine lesse cleare,
Say, that thou art not here.
And then what life I have,
While Sinne doth rave,
And falsly boast,
That I may seek, but thou art lost;
Thou and alone thou know'st.
While Sinne doth rave,
And falsly boast,
That I may seek, but thou art lost;
Thou and alone thou know'st.
O what a deadly cold
Doth me infold!
I half beleeve
That Sinne sayes true: but while I grieve,
Thou com'st and dost relieve.
Doth me infold!
I half beleeve
That Sinne sayes true: but while I grieve,
Thou com'st and dost relieve.
¶ The Elixer.
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see,
And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for thee:
In all things thee to see,
And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for thee:
Not rudely, as a beast,
To runne into an action;
But still to make thee prepossest,
And give it his perfection.
To runne into an action;
But still to make thee prepossest,
And give it his perfection.
A man
