Who, in the innumerous paths of pain, Weeping, sow seeds of precious grain,One day to bring back sheaves again!

For all, who, battling through this life In anguish steeped, with evil rife, Faint underneath the unending strife:

Dear, for the sorrows they endure,
And dear to pitying God most sure,
Who makes his own by all means pure.

That men might hear out of this mouth of mine

How God doth make his enemies his

friends,

Rather than with a thundering and long

prayer

Be led into presumption or despair.

This would I be, and would none other be
But a religious servant of my God;
To know there is none other God but He,
And willingly to suffer Mercy's rod,
Joy in his grace, and live but in his love,
And seek my bliss but in the world above.

And I would frame a kind of faithful prayer

For all estates within the state of grace,

That careful love might never know despair, Nor servile fear might faithful love de

face;

And this would I both day and night de

vise

To make my humble spirit's exercise.

And I would read the rules of sacred life,
Persuade the troubled soul to patience,
The husband care, and comfort to the wife,
To child and servant due obedience,
Faith to the friend, and to the neighbor
peace,

That love might live, and quarrels all might

cease:

Pray for the health of all that are diseased, Confession unto all that are convicted, And patience unto all that are displeased, And comfort unto all that are afflicted, And mercy unto all that have offended, And grace to all, that all may be amended!

For Forgiveness.

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FOR FORGIVENESS.

A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER.

ILT thou forgive that sin where I begun,

Which was my sin, though it were done before?

Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I

run,

And do run still, though still I do deplore ?

When thou hast done, thou hast not done,

For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have

won

Others to sin, and made my sin their

door?

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did

shun

A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When thou hast done, thou hast not done,

For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun

My last thread, I shall perish on the shore: But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Sun

Shall shine as he shines now, and here

tofore,

And having done that, thou hast done-
I fear no more!