The Sinner in great sorrow for Sinne, relyeth on God for grace and comfort

ON thy help (Lord) I relye,
then, poore I
Perish must, if thou restraine it:
O then stretch thy helping-hand,
or command.
That I may with speede obtaine it;
For, as one forgotten quite,
out of sight,

I (forlorne) in sorrow languish.
Help, ô help me then with speede:
for, I feed
(As on Bread) on nought but Anguish!
If I sinne, I sigh therefore,
and deplore

That I haue in ought offended;
Yea, my Soule doth waste with woe,
sith I know
Sinne doth marre what Ths hast mended.
Faine I would, then, cease to sinne,
and beginne
Now to liue as thou hast willed:
But, if by Thee (that didst fire
that desire)
It be not, of me, fulfilled;

I, at best, but well shall will.
doing ill,
Then I shall for it be vexed:
So shall I but sinne and grieue
while I liue;
And in Conscience be perplexed.

It is tedious to my Sp'rit
day and night,
Thus to sinne, then pine in passion:
For, being staid, yet still to fall,
is no small
Signe of death or reprobation.

Help, then help me (Lord) lest I
doubtfull dye:
Make my sorrowes passe my sinning;
That I may so cease to sinne,
so to winne
Better end then my beginning:

For, in sinne, conceiu'd I was,
so (alas)
Sinnefull am, sith so conceiued:
Then, of force, sith I am such,
doe not grutch
I should be to Grace receiued.

With more griefe my Sinne I wound,
than I found
Pleasure in the sinne committing.
O then let my sorrowes still
sinning kill,
While thy Graces vs be knitting.

Blessed God then make me grieue
while I liue,
For my grieuing thee so blessed:
Let my Teares still quench the fire
of thine Ire,
Till I be of Grace possessed.

So shall I (to shunne thy wrath)
tread the Path
Of thy Biddings, till my dying;
Or, on winges of Loues desire
still aspire
To thee; then, ô take me flying.