A progresse of pietie. Or the harbour of heauenly harts ease to recreate the afflicted soules of all such as are shut vp in anye inward or outward affliction. By Iohn Norden.

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Title: A progresse of pietie. Or the harbour of heauenly harts ease to recreate the afflicted soules of all such as are shut vp in anye inward or outward affliction. By Iohn Norden.
Author: Norden, John, 1548-1625?
Publication: London :: Printed by I. Windet for I. Oxenbridge, and are to be soulde in Paules Church-yarde at the signe of the Parrot,; 1596.
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Subject terms: Devotional literature -- Early works to 1800.; Prayers -- Early works to 1800.
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I I Prayse my God who lends his eare
vnto my poore cōplaint:
Whose ready help preuēts ye feare
which causd my soule to faint.

O Out of the myry clay his hand
raisd me, and set me where
I doe enioy a pleasant land,
he only set me there.

H He, euen he, that Daniels God,
who shut the Lyons iawes,
Rescues my soul frō dredful rod
and from mens cruell pawes.

N Now will I sing vnto my rest,
my rock, and fortresse sound:
Who holds me vp yt am opprest,
I els should fall to ground.

N No poore estate, no fretting foe,
no crosses shall dismay
My soule, that sits al safe frō wo,
in God my sacred stay.

O Out of his storehouse he doth sēd
what may releeue my thrall,
He brings my sorrows to an end,
and giues me ioy withall.

R Reliefe alone comes frō aboue,
our God is nigh at hand,
He poures his blessings down in loue,
he fructifies our land.

D Draw neere therefore afflicted wights,
he cals you for your ease,
Be wise, auoid al humane slights,
he will your griefes appease.

E Encline thine eare, ô father deere
in loue releeue our need.
In Dauid, Iob, and Ioseph were
thy mercies seene in deed.

N No end therof, ye same remains,
thy mercies, power and loue,
Are ready prest to ease my paines
my help is from aboue.