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<HEAD>The Di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Pilgrim,</HEAD>
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<L><HI>Who being in much Mi&s;ery,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He &s;erves the Lord mo&s;t faitfully:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And repenteth for the things are pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And prayes for a Heavenly place at la&s;t.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>The Tune is, <HI>Who can blame my VVoe;</HI> Or, <HI>I am a Jovial Batchelor.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>I Am a Pilgrim poor and bare,</L>
<L>in trouble I am cro&s;t,</L>
<L>And many a hard hap falls my &s;hare;</L>
<L>my Sub&s;tance all is lo&s;t:</L>
<L>My mi&s;ery ther's no man knows,</L>
<L>&s;o numberle&s;s they be;</L>
<L>Yet in the mid&s;t of all my Woes,</L>
<L><HI>Let Patience work for me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pray under&s;tand, I once had Land,</L>
<L>with Corn and Cattle &s;tore,</L>
<L>But now 'tis gone out of my hand,</L>
<L>i'm grown exceeding poor;</L>
<L>So poor indeed, ther's few that will</L>
<L>relieve my mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>But as I &s;aid before, &s;o I &s;ay &s;till,</L>
<L><HI>let, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My flattering Friends and Kinsfolks all,</L>
<L>whom I did dayly feed,</L>
<L>Will not &s;o much as turn a&s;ide,</L>
<L>to help my extream need,</L>
<L>They'd rather &s;eek to &s;coff and &s;corn,</L>
<L>and jeer my Poverty;</L>
<L>Although I am as one forlorn,</L>
<L><HI>let, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Patience is an Herb of Grace,</L>
<L>if a Man doth u&s;e it well,</L>
<L>Twill lay a Stomach in &s;hort &s;pace</L>
<L>that doth with Poy&s;on &s;well;</L>
<L>Twill cure a Mad-man of his Evil,</L>
<L>'Twill cau&s;e the Blind to &s;ee,</L>
<L>It will expel and vanqui&s;h th' Devil;</L>
<L><HI>let, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>NOw in the mid&s;t of all my Woes,</L>
<L>what &s;hall I do or &s;ay?</L>
<L>Shall I de&s;pair in any ca&s;e,</L>
<L>or make my &s;elf away?</L>
<L>No, no, not while this Vital Breath,</L>
<L>which the <HI>Lord God</HI> lended me;</L>
<L>Come Woe or Wealth, come Life or Death;</L>
<L><HI>For a patient man I'le be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As I do wander up and down</L>
<L>in &s;orrow, I am cro&s;t;</L>
<L>From Place to Place, from Town to Town,</L>
<L>my Sub&s;tance is all lo&s;t:</L>
<L>But yet I think within my &s;elf,</L>
<L>as I &s;hall tell to ye,</L>
<L>Though <HI>God</HI> hath taken all my Wealth,</L>
<L><HI>yet patience works for me.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Give not your Friends and Kinsfolks ne'r</L>
<L>your means while you do live;</L>
<L>For that hath brought me to this care:</L>
<L>which makes my heart to grieve:</L>
<L>I gave them Goods and Cattle too,</L>
<L>as all my Neighbours &s;ee;</L>
<L>But now they don't regard my woe,</L>
<L><HI>yet, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Devil he is bu&s;ie &s;till,</L>
<L>to bring me to his Bow;</L>
<L>But it is <HI>Gods</HI> hle&s;&s;ed Will,</L>
<L>patience doth with me go,</L>
<L>And k&eacute;eps me in the Fear of <HI>God,</HI></L>
<L>for a &s;econd <HI>Job</HI> to be;</L>
<L>Although I ta&s;t of's Holy Rod,</L>
<L><HI>yet, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For to de&s;pair, it's a Fooli&s;hne&s;s,</L>
<L>'tis <HI>God</HI> that is my &s;tay,</L>
<L>Who gave me Life, and when be plea&s;e</L>
<L>can take again away.</L>
<L>The Lord he &s;uffer'd for my &s;ins,</L>
<L>as th' Scripture &s;heweth me;</L>
<L>God give me Grace to think on it,</L>
<L><HI>and patience, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Though i'm in want and mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>I hope <HI>God</HI> will be pleas'd</L>
<L>For to relea&s;e this &s;lavery,</L>
<L>in Heaven for to be eas'd:</L>
<L>'Tis the brave&s;t thing i'th World</L>
<L>to &s;uffer then I &s;ee;</L>
<L>And though i'm poor and in di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>yet, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I hope my &s;teadfa&s;t Faith is &s;o,</L>
<L>il'e not for&s;ake my <HI>God;</HI></L>
<L>Though Poverty hath brought me low,</L>
<L>i'le not for&s;ake his Word.</L>
<L>It's for &s;ins I do confe&s;s,</L>
<L>he &s;uffered on the Tree,</L>
<L>To Relea&s;e poor Sinners from redne&s;s,</L>
<L>and eke from mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now adieu unto the World,</L>
<L>with all my &s;orrows that are pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And give every one Grace in the end</L>
<L>to enjoy a Heavenly Re&s;t:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e all things do fade away,</L>
<L>and vani&s;h we do &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>God</HI> give us all his Grace I &s;ay,</L>
<L>to be Patient in mi&s;ery.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>W. Thackeray, T. Pa&s;&s;enger,</HI> and <HI>W. Whitwood.</HI></P>
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