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Yet at the laſt the Lord aroſe,
Enviorned with angles bright,
And to the wife in haſte he goer,
Deſired her to paſs ought of ſight,
O Lord qoth ſhe cauſe do me right,
But not according to my ſin;
Have you not promiſ'd day and night,
When ſinners knock, to let them in?
He ſaid thou wreſts the scriptures wrong,
The night is come thou ſpend'ſt the day,
In whoredom thou haſt lived long,
And to repent thou didſt delay;
Still my commandments thou abuſ'd,
And vice committedſt buſily;
Since now my mercy thou refus'ſt,
Go down to hell eternally.
O Lord my ſoul doth teſtify,
That I have ſpent my life in vain,
Ah! make a wandering ſheep of me,
And bring me to thy flock again.
Think ſt thou there is no count to crave,
Of all the gifts in thee I planted,
I gave thee beauty above the lave,
A pregnant wit thou never wanted.
Maſter quoth ſhe it muſt be granted,
My ſins are greet give me contrition:
The forlorn ſon, when he repented,
Obtain'd his father's full rmeiſsion.
I ſpar'd my judgments many times.
And ſpiritual paſtores did the ſend,
But thou renewd'ſt thy former crimes,

Ay more and more me to offend.