If I could shut the gate against my thoughts,
And keepe out sorrow from this roome with-in :
Or memory could cancell all the notes,
Of my misdeeds and I vnthink my sinne,
How free, how cleare, how cleane my soule should lye,
Discharg'd of such a lothsome company.
Or were there other roomes with-out my hart,
That dyd not to my conscience ioyne so neare,
Where I might lodge the thoughts of sin a-part,
That I might not their claim'rous crying heare.
And these wee feele not as conceyts in th'ayre,
What peace, what Ioy, what ease should I possesse,
Free'd from their horrors that my soule oppresse.
But O my Sauiour, who my refuge art,
Let thy deare mercies stand twixt them and mee :
And be the wall to seperate my hart,
So that I may at length repose mee free :
That peace, and Ioy, and rest may be within,
And I remaine deuided from my sinne.
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