There in his hourly intercession stands,

For our remission making love's request.

And by his word, the message of his will,

Sent by the preachers of his proved truth, Doth call our souls from all accursed ill,

Unto the good of gracious mercy's ruth.

And bids our faith to fear no hurt of sin,

And leaves us lessons in the rules of grace, Where true repentance doth remission win,

And humble faith doth find in heaven a place.

And let's us see, each day and every night,

A kind of figure both of heaven and hell; And how that sins do always fly the light, While blessed graces do in brightness dwell.

And how the virtuous in the heavens are bless'd,
And how the vicious in their horrors hated,
And how the just shall have their wrongs redress'd,
And how the proud shall have their pride abated.

How charity shall be in heaven rewarded,

How patience' care, shall richly be contented,

How bribery shall be utterly discarded,

And tyranny shall be in hell tormented.

How humble faith shall be in heaven beloved,
And gracious spirits blessedly embraced,
And faithless spirits from all grace removed,
And graceless spirits utterly disgraced.

When life shall be pronounc'd to the elected,
And love shall take the charge of the beloved,
And hell receive the souls of the rejected,

To endless pains of graceless will reproved.

When this I say, and all that can be said,
That can revive the virtuous in their death,
And justly make the reprobate afraid,

With looking down into their hell beneath,

Our Lord hath left us in those lines of love,

That heavenly wisdom wrote for our instruction;

Yet we, all careless of our souls' behove,

Will headlong run upon our own destruction.

What shall I say?---but let the Atheist fry

Within the coals of his own conscience' fire: Torments too true, too late will make him try; He cannot 'scape the fury of God's ire.

And let the faithful in their fearless hope
Assure their spirits of especial grace;

The breadth of heaven doth bear so large a scope, That none so poor but there shall have a place.

And let the prince not glory in his crown,
But lay it at the feet of Mercy's love;
And let the haughty pull those humours down,
That only work for wicked hell's behove.

Oh, let the fair leave painting of their faces,
And only seek the beauty of the mind:
For God alone doth love the inward graces,
And not the shadows that the eye do blind.

And let the rich not let his riches rust,

But seek the wealth but of the Spirit's worth: For God doth know your treasure is but dust, And ye but stewards for to let it forth.

And let the wise so well employ their wits,
They may attain the knowledge to do well;
And shun the follies of those madding fits,
That, leaving heaven, do run the way to hell.

Oh, let that queen be truly angel-like,

With grace's sceptre hold the sword of peace; And by her faith, in Mercy's hand doth seek A joyful kingdom, that shall never cease.