Here is the spring where waters flow,
to quench our heat of sin:
Here is the tree where truth doth grow,
to lead our lives therein:
Here is the judge that stints the strife,
when men’s devices fail:
Here is the bread that feeds the life,
that death cannot assail.
The tidings of salvation dear,
comes to our ears from hence:
The fortress of our faith is here,
and shield of our defence.
Then be not like the hog that hath
a pear at his desire,
And takes more pleasure in the trough
and wallowing in the mire.
Read it this book in any case,
but with a single eye:
Read not but first desire God’s grace,
to understand thereby.
Pray still in faith with this respect,
to fructify therein,
That knowledge may bring this effect,
to mortifying thy sin.
Then happy thou in all of life,
what so to thee befalls.
Yea, double happy shalt thou be,
when God by death thee calls.