A New Years gift for a⁰ 1686
         Begg, Alexander, fl. 1686.
      
       
         
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             A New Years gift for a⁰ 1686
             Begg, Alexander, fl. 1686.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.],
             [London :
             Printed in the year, 1686.
          
           
             Verse - "Who liveth in this mor-".
             Signed at end: Alexander Begg.
             Place of publication from Wing CD-ROM, 1996.
             Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library, Oxford, Eng.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           A
           NEW
           YEARS
           GIFT
           For
           
             A
             o
             1686.
             
          
        
         
           
             WHO
             liveth
             in
             this
             mortal
             life
             ,
          
           
             That
             doth
             not
             understand
             ,
          
           
             The
             mighty
             Works
             that
             God
             hath
             done
             ,
          
           
             And
             wrought
             with
             his
             right
             Hand
             ,
          
           
             The
             heavens
             and
             earth
             he
             did
             contrive
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             thom
             to
             a
             frame
             ,
          
           
             Then
             let
             all
             Souls
             that
             live
             on
             earth
             ,
          
           
             Give
             praise
             unto
             his
             name
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             all
             the
             works
             that
             he
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             He
             saw
             that
             they
             were
             good
             ,
          
           
             But
             woful
             wretched
             wicked
             man
             ,
          
           
             From
             his
             obedience
             fled
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             on
             his
             posterity
             ,
          
           
             Both
             sorrow
             ,
             pain
             and
             grief
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             decreed
             most
             graciously
             ,
          
           
             To
             send
             our
             souls
             relief
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             chose
             a
             People
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
          
           
             Which
             was
             his
             whole
             delight
             ,
          
           
             But
             oh
             how
             oft
             did
             they
             revolt
             !
          
           
             And
             wrought
             him
             mikle
             spite
             ,
          
           
             On
             Sinai
             Mount
             he
             gave
             a
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Which
             they
             should
             well
             observe
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             did
             not
             keep
             them
             in
             aw
             ,
          
           
             They
             from
             that
             Law
             did
             swerve
             .
          
        
         
           
             Full
             fourty
             Years
             they
             did
             him
             grieve
          
           
             Into
             the
             wilderness
             ,
          
           
             But
             still
             his
             thought
             was
             to
             relieve
             .
          
           
             Them
             from
             their
             sad
             distress
             ,
          
           
             He
             brought
             them
             to
             the
             promis'd
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             a
             promise
             made
             ,
          
           
             Even
             to
             the
             blessed
             Patriachs
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             from
             Egypt
             fled
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             seems
             these
             times
             are
             now
             renew'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             dayly
             we
             may
             see
             ,
          
           
             When
             Christians
             full
             sore
             pursue'd
             ,
          
           
             Must
             from
             great
             Tyrants
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             forc'd
             to
             shelter
             where
             they
             can
             ,
          
           
             For
             to
             escape
             their
             rage
             ,
          
           
             Let
             any
             one
             think
             what
             he
             will
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             a
             sad
             presage
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             thou
             that
             sits
             in
             Heaven
             above
             ,
          
           
             And
             looketh
             down
             below
             ,
          
           
             Do
             thou
             revenge
             thy
             Servants
             blood
             ,
          
           
             That
             suffers
             overthrouw
             ,
          
           
             Reward
             these
             persecutors
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             may
             dread
             and
             fear
             ,
          
           
             When
             God's
             strong
             hand
             shall
             them
             ov'rtake
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             in
             pieces
             tear
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             must
             not
             in
             Gods
             Secrets
             Search
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             dive
             in
             his
             de●ree
             ,
          
           
             For
             certainly
             this
             wicked
             World
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             sadly
             punish'd
             be
             ,
          
           
             For
             faith
             and
             truth
             is
             fled
             away
             ,
          
           
             But
             pride
             and
             greed
             remains
             ,
          
           
             The
             poor
             opprest
             ,
             the
             rich
             at
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Have
             all
             things
             to
             their
             minds
             .
          
        
         
           
             That
             wickedness
             and
             cruel
             Vice
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             in
             those
             times
             abound
             ;
          
           
             For
             honesty
             will
             give
             no
             price
             ,
          
           
             The
             World
             's
             turn'd
             upside
             down
             ;
          
           
             For
             pure
             Religion
             's
             made
             a
             mock
             ,
          
           
             Which
             dayly
             we
             do
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             do
             wear
             it
             for
             a
             Cloak
          
           
             To
             hide
             their
             Villanie
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             Christ
             ,
             his
             true
             Church
             will
             protect
          
           
             In
             spight
             of
             Devils
             and
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Plotts
             shall
             never
             take
             effect
             ,
          
           
             Do
             Wizzards
             what
             they
             can
             .
          
           
             Though
             Men
             and
             Devils
             all
             combine
          
           
             To
             damp
             that
             Glorious
             light
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lord
             will
             frustrate
             their
             design
             ,
          
           
             When
             it
             is
             at
             the
             height
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             as
             for
             Conscience
             that
             poor
             wretch
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             Coat
             is
             so
             Threed
             bare
             ,
          
           
             It
             quakes
             and
             trembles
             when
             it
             thinks
          
           
             The
             truth
             for
             to
             declare
             .
          
           
             It
             never
             feels
             nor
             finds
             the
             smart
             ;
          
           
             Because
             it
             wants
             the
             sting
             ,
          
           
             There
             's
             few
             Men
             conscience
             take
             to
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             If
             it
             can
             profite
             bring
             .
          
        
         
           
             Blest
             be
             the
             Lord
             that
             hath
             now
             lent
          
           
             To
             us
             a
             good
             new
             Year
             ,
          
           
             And
             it
             may
             be
             ,
             before
             it
             end
          
           
             With
             Christ
             we
             shall
             appear
             .
          
           
             Then
             shall
             poor
             conscience
             tremble
             sore
             ,
          
           
             When
             Christ
             shall
             it
             accuse
             ,
          
           
             That
             willingly
             ,
             and
             wittingly
          
           
             It
             did
             it self
             abuse
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             do
             thou
             bless
             this
             Church
             &
             State
             ,
          
           
             Here
             where
             we
             have
             abode
             ,
          
           
             Give
             grace
             to
             mend
             our
             wicked
             lives
             ,
          
           
             And
             still
             depend
             on
             God
             ,
          
           
             And
             seek
             him
             till
             he
             can
             be
             found
             ,
          
           
             And
             still
             implore
             his
             grace
             ,
          
           
             That
             his
             good
             Sprit
             may
             us
             conduct
             ,
          
           
             Into
             our
             Heavenly
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             often
             hath
             the
             Lord
             spoke
             home
          
           
             Unto
             this
             congregation
             ,
          
           
             By
             powerfull
             Preachers
             of
             his
             word
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             good
             approbation
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             take
             pains
             to
             preach
             the
             word
             ,
          
           
             For
             our
             eternal
             good
             ,
          
           
             If
             we
             neglect
             and
             slight
             the
             means
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             free
             of
             our
             blood
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Lord
             hath
             lent
             us
             many
             years
             ,
          
           
             Still
             waiting
             for
             our
             turn
             ,
          
           
             Oh!
             plant
             in
             us
             thy
             precious
             fear
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             for
             sin
             may
             mourn
             .
          
           
             That
             we
             may
             live
             a
             godly
             life
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             the
             day
             we
             dye
             .
          
           
             Let
             every
             man
             be
             feard
             to
             sin
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             Lord
             ,
             that
             so
             may
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             ALEXANDER
             BEGG
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           ,
           1686.