Classic Poem

The soull greatly clouded.

What shall I say, what shall I doe
when thou dost hide thy face
It is an embleme, of hels woe.
where is no room, for grace

Thou dost therby, old sins to me,
bring fresh unto my mind,
And whilst from thee, no smile I see
what comfort can I find.

I am brought to begin anew
what long agoe was done
Being forst as t'were to bid adeiw
to what e're was begun.

Apon a tendred Christ again
I do afresh lay hold
Hoping his love, will not distaine
me, in his arms to fold

I must condemne, my self, & will
still Justifie my god
Though thou with bitternese, dost fill
I have deserv'd this lot.

Ile bear the indignation
of the Lord, and will say
Thou'rt Just in what afliction
thou shalt upon me lay.

Wherin I have done folishly
Let me doe soe no more
And deall not in severity
and in displesure, sore.

Give influences of thy grace
again, unto my soull
And let me see, thy smiling face
on thee I will still roll.

For time to come, make me afraid
to venture upon sin
Which hath an heavie presure laid
and cloudinese, brought in

Which way soever I doe look
no comfort I can take
Till thou blot sin, out of thy book
for thine own mercy sake.

My soull is as t'were on the rack
tormented ev'ry Joynt
Thy gracyous presence, I doe lack
but this I cannot find.

To run from thee, (through grace alone)
I neither can, nor will,
Thy faithfulnese I'le roll upon
and rest, although thou kill