This Sword, a Symbole of the Law, doth threate

THIS Sword, a Symbole of the Law, doth threate
Perpetuall death, to all of Adams race:
But yet th' Almightie, of his mercie greate,
Sendes, after sentence, pardon of his grace:
For when he found vs, maimed on the ground,
With wine, and oile of grace, he heald the wound.

Our partes it is, since by the Law we see,
The fearefull state, and daunger we are in,
To doe our best, then to his mercie flee,
And new againe, our sinfull liues begin:
Not trusting to our deedes, and merits vaine,
Since nought but death, doth due to these remaine.