My lord hath called for my sonne
my hart breth’s forth; thy will be done:
my all; that mercy hath made mine
frely’s surendered to be thine:
But if I give my all to the
lett me not pyne for poverty:
Change Wth me; doe, as I have done
give me thy all; Even thy deare sonne:
Tis Jesus Christ; lord I would have;
he’s thine, mine all; ’tis him I crave:
Give him to me; and I’le reply
Enoughe my lord; now lett me dye.
From: http://www.poetryexplorer.net/poem.php?id=10046106
Date: c1650
By: Mary Jackson Carey/Peyler (c1609-c1680)
From Troubles of The World 