Let God's pure word thy line and compass be; That power divine will help thee forth at need. He seeks our wreck; he doth these tempests raise. In what we may, let us alway repress The furious waves of lust and strong desire ; By godly life, in fine, obtain we shall The port of bliss: to which God send us all! A PRAYER. O MIGHTY God! which for us men didst suffer on the cross Alas! none ever had more cause to magnify Thy name When as the Fiend had led my soul e'en to the gates of hell, Thou call'dst me back and dost me choose in heaven with Thee to dwell. Let Furies now fret on their fill, let Satan rage and roar, As long as Thou art on my side what need I care for more? D GASCOIGNE was the son of Sir John Gascoigne, of Walthamstow. In his early life he was guilty of many excesses, for which he is said to have been disinherited by his father. He studied at Cambridge, and was subsequently entered at Gray's Inn; but he soon abandoned the law and went abroad as a soldier. He received a commission from the Prince of Orange, but a quarrel with his superior officer caused him to return to England, and he entered the service of Queen Elizabeth. In his later years he displayed true and deep sorrow for his early follies, and retired to Walthamstow, where he died peacefully in 1577. GOOD MORROW." You that have spent the silent night In sleep and quiet rest, And love to see the cheerful light That riseth in the east, Now clear your voice, now cheer your heart, Come help me now to sing; Each willing wight come bear a part, And you whom care in prison keeps, Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps, Yet bear a part in doleful wise, Yea, think it good accord And acceptable sacrifice, Each sprite to praise the Lord. The dreadful night with darksomeness Hath overprest our might A glass wherein you may behold Each storm that stops our breath; Our bed the grave, our clothes like mould, 1 Yet as this deadly night did last But for a little space, And heavenly day, now night is past, When we have changed this mortal place And of such haps and heavenly joys All earthly sights and worldly joys Are tokens to behold. The day is like the day of doom, The sun, the Son of man, The skies the heavens, the earth the tomb Wherein we rest till then. The rainbow bending in the sky, Is like the seat of God on high, That as thereby He promised To drown the world no more, So, by the blood which Christ hath shed, He will our health restore. The misty clouds that fall sometime And overcast the skies, Are like to troubles of our time, Which do but dim our eyes: |